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Moreover, this fluctuation of various powers did not look like a secret treasure, but instead emanated from a person's body, which immediately aroused Zhen Yinjian's curiosity.

In his own perception, the little beggar was running in that direction, Zhen Yin took a look, and found that in a corner of the ruined temple, a chubby old man with a white face was nesting in a quilt, his breath was sluggish, and his life was ethereal.

The traces of these various power fluctuations came from this old man's body, and Zhen Yinjian suddenly knew in his heart that there were more secrets hidden in this old man's body.

It's just that this person seems to be dead now, and his consciousness has sunk, and there is obviously no way to answer his question.

Zhen Yinjian walked to the vicinity of the old man, and quietly watched as the little beggar lifted the moldy bedding spread on him, revealing his body in single clothes.

However, there was a large strange scar on the old man's neck, and the scar was black, in which the faint effect of many forces such as the power of Sumeru and aura could be faintly felt, which made Zhen Yinjian stunned.

It's just that although these forces all exist, the level of power is already very weak, and it only stays to the extent that it can barely be perceived.

"Grandpa!"

The little beggar lifted the bedding on the upper half of the old man's body and shook the old man's body, but the other party did not move at all. Seeing that the old man was not in a good condition, the little beggar ruthlessly spread the Sumeru bag in his palm on the skin of the white-bearded old man.

I saw that the Sumeru bag attached to the back of the white-bearded old man's palm seemed to be sticky and attached to the back of his hand, and it became tighter and tighter. Zhen Yinjian could sense through his magic sense that the power of Sumeru in this Sumeru bag was pouring into the body of the white-bearded old man at an extremely fast speed.

At the same time, the surface of the earthy brown Sumeru bag turned gray-black little by little. It only took more than ten breaths of effort, and the entire Sumeru ring turned into gray matter, and the breeze blew on the ground.

"Alas......" Zhen Yinjian sighed slightly, his expression was not so pleasant. The Sumeru bag that had accompanied him for hundreds of years was destroyed like this, which couldn't help but make him feel a little sad. He originally thought that his Sumeru bag might not be damaged, but it turned out to be the case after all.

Despite this, Zhen Yinjian only took a little time to adjust his mentality. For him, this Sumeru bag was actually given to the little beggar as the transaction price of the Sumeru Sutra, so he naturally didn't need to care about its final destination.

At the same time that Zhen Yinjian's Sumeru bag was damaged, a large force of Sumeru's power was injected into the body of this old man who was in despair, and at the same time, the power of Sumeru seemed to have some novel effect, and in Zhen Yinjian's perception, a large amount of heaven and earth aura poured into the old man's body.

At the same time that the power of Sumeru was absorbed and the aura of heaven and earth was absorbed into the body, the black scar on the neck of the white-bearded chubby old man gradually healed, and after another five or six breaths, the entire scar disappeared completely, and the vitality in the old man's body was also rising rapidly, and soon his eyelids blinked and opened his azure eyes.

"Grandpa, you're finally awake!" saw the white-bearded chubby old man wake up. The little beggar hurriedly hugged the old man, and his voice was choked.

"Lingxi, it's you. Seeing the little beggar, the old man had a smile on his face. But Zhen Yinjian felt a little strange in his heart.

The strange thing is that the old man doesn't seem to be so excited about the situation of escaping death, and his expression has some signs of life and death, but it makes people curious.

Cultivators are all afraid of life and death, and all of them want to live a long life, not to mention how excited they are when they encounter such a scene of escaping death, at least they should be happy.

And the white-bearded old man's expression didn't show much joy, but there was a desolate and indifferent meaning in his eyes. If it weren't for the fact that his voice calling the little beggar still carried a bit of tenderness, it almost made Zhen Yinjian think that the old man was not close to the little beggar.

"Grandpa, you're scared to death, you've slept for so long, I've found a lot of ways to wake you up, please don't leave me in the future. The little beggar was crying and his snot was bubbling, which looked a little ridiculous, but he could also see his feelings for his grandfather.

"Xiao Lingxi, don't cry, you're a big kid, you can't do this anymore. Grandpa promised you that he would not leave you in the future. The white-bearded and chubby old man touched the little beggar's head and said with a smile.

After getting the promise of his grandfather, the little beggar burst into tears and laughed, and his mood became happy.

The white-bearded and chubby old man sensed Zhen Yinjian's existence, he smiled at Zhen Yinjian, nodded and said:

"You just helped Lingxi's friend, this kid is bothering you. Looking at the ashes on the ground, it should be the Sumeru bag, which made you break the bank. ”

"No, no, I traded normally with the little beggar, and this Sumeru bag was also traded to him. Zhen Yinjian waved his hand and said modestly.

"By the way, grandpa, I gave him the Sumeru Sutra, you won't blame me. The little beggar looked at his grandfather timidly, and seemed a little uneasy in his heart.

He remembered that his grandfather once said that this "Sumeru Sutra" must not fall into the hands of people who are not destined for it, otherwise there will be disasters. Now he is eager to save his grandfather, and in order to seek his grandfather's opinion, he gave this "Sumeru Sutra" to the stranger in front of him, and he doesn't know if his grandfather will scold him.

Thinking of this, the little beggar's heart became more and more uneasy.

The white-bearded and chubby old man touched his chin and showed a long beard, with a smile on his face as warm as the wind, and continued to touch the little beggar's head and said:

"If you actually trade this Sumeru Sutra to this person, then he is this destined person, and there is no need to blame himself. ”

The little beggar breathed a sigh of relief, and his expression returned to joy. Then the old man continued to nod to Zhen Yinjian and said:

"Thank you anyway, if it weren't for you, I'm afraid the old man would have been dormant and would not have been able to truly recover. As for the Sumeru Sutra, since you got it, then it's yours. ”

Zhen Yinjian was overjoyed when he heard this, he thought that this old man might make some embarrassing moves because the little beggar gave him the "Sumeru Sutra", but now it seems that he is too worried.

Since the other party's expression was kind, and he didn't mean to embarrass him, Zhen Yinjian had an idea, thought of a question and asked the white-bearded and chubby old man:

"Sir, I see that you also understand the power of Sumeru, and I have something here that I would like to ask you about. I don't know what you think this power of Sumeru is?"

Hearing Zhen Yinjian's question, the white-bearded and chubby old man was a little surprised, he immediately smiled on his face, touched his beard and explained to Zhen Yinjian:

"The so-called power of Sumeru, you must have read the "Sumeru Sutra" and know that it is not the power of this world, but the power of aliens that is free from this world. Because the barrier of this realm has been broken, this can appear in this realm.