Chen Mo had always thought that he was the only cultivator in this world, but after listening to the words of the old monk Wuzen, he noticed that there were still many hidden cultivators in this world, and he couldn't help but have a sense of crisis in his heart.

"More than a hundred years ago, the vitality of heaven and earth was thin, the earth's environment suffered drastic changes, and the cultivators could not maintain the basic true yuan offerings, the dead died, walked, and the dead were naturally buried, and they didn't know where the path went, it could be outer space, or it could be some mysterious place, could there be some old guys who can survive until now?" Chen Mo asked with some disbelieving.

The withered face of the monk Wuzen was solemn, and he said to Amitabha, and then said: "Senior brother doesn't know, how many cultivators there are in this world, no one knows, but the old man and the junior brother make an analogy, assuming that the vitality of heaven and earth has dried up now, the junior brother can no longer practice, and it is difficult to make an inch of progress in cultivation, dare to ask the junior brother, with your life, how many years can you live?" ”

Chen Mo's heart trembled, what the old monk Wu Chan said was true, he is now in the early stage of fusion, theoretically has 120 years of yang life, if he can't practice now, then he can survive for at least 100 years.

"Master, don't listen to this old bald donkey's nonsense!" The treasure devouring rat couldn't help but interject on the side: "If there are cultivators in this world, for a hundred years, I haven't found anything for Lu, the old bald donkey is all chewing on the root of his tongue, and his master Mingxiu bald donkey has a virtue, hum, bald donkey, don't look at me with that kind of adoring eyes, when your master Mingxiu little monk saw me, he also respectfully called a brother!" ”

"Nonsense!" Although the monk Wuzen does not pay so much attention to some of the rules and precepts. But when he saw a mouse that dared to insult his master, he couldn't help but be angry and said: "If you demon rat talk nonsense and insult your ancestor, even if you fight for your life, you will be torn out." ”

"I'll rub, don't think that you thought you were better than this king when you ran after this king three years ago, tell you, if it weren't for the fact that my body couldn't get the replenishment of the true yuan, my original strength would not be as good as a few tenths of what I was at the peak, just a small spiritual power cultivator of the realm like you. I'll kill you like playing! The Treasure Eater stared at the little eyes. He said angrily: "If it weren't for my master's kindness, would you have survived until now?" ”

Chen Mo saw that the monk Wuchan was a little annoyed and angry, so he said lightly: "Its former owner is the Yuanyang Zhenren in your mouth, so." Don't take it lightly! ”

The treasure devouring rat saw Chen Mo's support. Immediately stood up. Standing with two front paws in his hands, holding a mouse's head high, and a pair of small eyes squinted at the shocked Wuzen monk. I look like I'm a senior Dade, and you're a junior who doesn't want to be a courtesy.

"Senior brother, is it really the spiritual pet of Yuanyang Zhenren?" Wuzen monk still a little incredulous said: "Yuanyang Zhenren is a predecessor of the sages, when the world was famous, even the emperor of the dynasty also worshiped Yuanyang Zhenren, cited as a god, Manchu emperors are even more manpower and material resources to find Yuanyang Zhenren as a national teacher, but in the end nothing, when the family teacher was alive, the biggest regret is that Yuanyang Zhenren turned into an ordinary Taoist, and wanted to accept the family teacher as a disciple, but the family teacher remembered the rules and precepts of the temple, and actually refused, and later learned the identity of the Taoist from the ancestor, The family teacher has always been depressed, such a fairy person, there is such an abominable spirit pet, it is really ......"

", old bald donkey, say one more word, believe it or not, I ate you!" The treasure devouring rat grinned, and a violent momentum emanated from its weak body, like a rainbow, like a boulder pressing on its heart, which made people very depressed.

The breath of the old monk Wu Chan was suffocated, and he couldn't help staring at the treasure devouring mouse with a pair of eyes in amazement, he never thought that this little mouse who was chased and killed by him back then had such a powerful force.

"Off topic!" Chen Mo coughed lightly, and then dissolved the invisible depression caused by the treasure devouring rat to the surrounding space, he took a sip of tea, and asked the monk Wuzen lightly: "I want to know which cultivator you think can live in the world now?" ”

One mountain does not tolerate two tigers, Chen Mo's biggest advantage has always been that he is a cultivator, and others are either low-level martial artists and spiritual power cultivators, and they are no longer at the same level as him, if there are other powerful cultivators in the world, then they should be more careful in their actions in the future, and they can't act arbitrarily, so as not to be killed.

Seeing that Chen Mo easily relieved the huge coercion of the treasure devouring rat, the old monk Wuzen was shocked in his heart, and suddenly felt that it was wrong for him to define Chen Mo as a cultivator in the foundation building period, but how old was he? Could it be that we have reached the time of enlightenment? Yes, yes, that night in the spiritual world, that divine thunder shot out from his mud pill palace, directly destroying the true body of the Buddha, obviously opened the eyes of the sky, Amitabha, Lao Qu heard the master say back then, there is no one in ten thousand cultivators, people who can build a foundation and achieve success, are all outstanding people in the world, and to be able to break through the foundation to achieve enlightenment, it is difficult to produce one out of a hundred foundations, and it will take decades, with the master's genius, even when he is dying, it is only the realm of heartbeat, That's the result of 130 years of cultivation, how old is this Chen Mo who has already opened his light, and when he enters the consecration and passes through fusion, won't he reach the heartbeat period? That's a realm on par with Master.

For a long time, the old monk Wu Chan has been in his heart that his master Mingxiu Zen Master is already the most powerful person in his heart, and the means of seizing the world and creating are simply breathtaking, but now a young man appears, although he has not reached the realm of ghosts and gods like his master back then, but he has already caught up, I am afraid that it will not take a jiazi to reach the realm of his master, how is this possible? This is a modern society where the vitality of heaven and earth is less than 1/10,000 of a hundred years ago, if this young man was placed a hundred years ago, wouldn't he be able to achieve Jindan now?

Frightened, the old monk Wu Chan looked at Chen Mo with respect and a deep sigh in his eyes, such a genius, but unfortunately he was born at the wrong time.

However, to become a brother with such a world-class master, it is really the second most correct choice I have ever made in this life, the first correct is to worship Mingxiu Zen Master as a master, although that night's dead skin and face took the master to accept the apprentice, and Chen Mo had to be his junior brother, and even the behavior of the uncle made him a little ashamed in retrospect, but now I look at it, it's worth it.

"Our master, Zen Master Mingxiu, was seated sixty years ago!" The old monk recited a Buddha name, and said: "The cultivator is like a fish in the water, the vitality of heaven and earth is like water, without water, the fish will naturally not live long...... Alas, but the master once said that there are countless powerful people in heaven and earth, and there has never been a generation that defies the sky, so if it is said that the cultivators in the world are dead, it is unrealistic, since this demon rat has followed Yuanyang Zhenren, and it must be an extraordinary person to survive until now, but it can survive, so Yuanyang Zhenren must be alive, right? Isn't Senior Brother Mo a disciple of Yuanyang Zhenren? ”

"A bunch of nonsense! Yuanyang Zhenren has already sat down a hundred years ago, 500 miles away from here, I am not the descendant of Yuanyang Zhenren, but I inherited what he left behind, and it is okay to call the master's words. Chen Mo smiled faintly, there was no need to worry about whether he was the only cultivator in this world.

"Even Yuanyang real people are seated?" The old monk Wuchan sighed and said: "It seems that there are no immortal people in the world today, but since you are a disciple of Yuanyang Zhenren in the next generation, Lao Qu begged you to be Lao Ge's junior brother before, it is really rude, Lao Qu should call you Uncle Shi, I think back then, my master almost became a disciple of Yuanyang Zhenren, and the disciple Wu Chan met ......" said that he was about to get up and kneel down to Chen Mo.

"Roll the calves!" Chen Mo scolded with a smile: "You and I are seventy or eighty years old, go and let you take care of my uncle, you are embarrassed, I am still embarrassed, if you are an ordinary old man, I will be ashamed to be called a junior brother by you, fortunately, you are a cultivator, let you call me a junior brother but I will not be wronged by you, we still call me a senior brother!" Although the old monk is very afraid of death, he is also a knowledgeable and talented person, Chen Mo has learned a lot of knowledge with him, so naturally he will no longer take advantage of him in etiquette.

"Senior brother is really a free and easy person!" The old monk didn't really kneel, he was just putting on a show.

I have to say that the old monk is very talkative, especially when he learned that Chen Mo was the next-generation disciple of Yuanyang Zhenren, he was even more reassuring and talked with Chen Mo at night.

Chen Mo was also happy to discuss spiritual power with the old monk, and occasionally talked about the interesting story of Xiuzhen, after a few days, he already had a preliminary concept of the entire Jianghu, especially for the predecessors and sages of Xiuzhen, it was no longer a blank before, but what Chen Mo didn't expect was that the old monk would actually refine the pill, and it had reached the point of perfection, in his words, that is, the high-ranking officials of the central Huaxia Dynasty all ate the elixir he refined, and it was a situation where it was hard to find, Chen Mo pouted at the time, expressing disbelief.

In order to prove himself, the old monk immediately took a bottle of elixir for Chen Mo, called Yuanqi Dan, which is an elixir that restores life vitality, and has immeasurable benefits for ordinary people.

Chen Mo took one and put it in his mouth and tried it, the pill dissolved in the stomach and intestines, exuding a trace of heaven and earth vitality, which did have a very good effect on the human body, but it had no effect on him, but Chen Mo still asked for two bottles, each bottle had 10 pills, and he wanted to go home more to Sun Lili or Zhou Yaping and other women, if his parents had a whereabouts, it would be excellent to give them some, but seeing that the old monk's face was green, he only wanted these two bottles.

Wu Chan's heart is called a pain, this Yuan Qi Pill is a variety of medicinal materials that he has worked hard to refine all kinds of medicinal materials that he has stepped on thousands of mountains and rivers, and I don't know how hard it took Lu Dao to get together, and there are not many of them, those provincial officials and even the senior officials of the central government, tried their best to please themselves, and at most they gave them one pill, but this cheap junior brother took the remaining two bottles casually, and he knew that Lu Dao would not show off his alchemy ability.

In a flash, Chen Mo has lived in Zhenlong Temple for half a month, seeing that the weather is getting cooler day by day, it has reached the end of August, Chen Mo has been very happy with the old monk during this time, he has learned a lot of knowledge, and feels that this trip is worth it, it is time to go back to Jiangsong City to see, and I don't know if Chen Siyao and Zhang Siyu went to the police station to report and arrest him? (To be continued......)