"Then where can I find such spiritual objects nearby?" Zhang Ling couldn't wait.

"Rare treasures, the world is difficult to find, generally live in deserted places, none other than the Taiyan Mountains"

The Taiyan Mountains are full of Daluan, Southern Xia, the Three Kingdoms of Western Hunting, thousands of miles stretching, among which the West Hunting has the widest jurisdiction, followed by Daluan, the last of Southern Xia, the vegetation in the mountains is lush, it is a vast primeval forest, the aura is abundant, there are countless rare treasures in the mountains, there are crystal ores that no one has mined, there are thousands of years of Ganoderma lucidum, there are spiritual things that have been cultivated, there are magical beasts who know magic, there are tall and mighty ancient giants, and there are dragons that have long been left in the rumors. It's just that most of these things exist in the depths of the mountains, and the deeper you go, the more dangerous it becomes. Even the strong people of time do not dare to go deep into the hinterland of the mountain range, the spiritual energy in the mountains is abundant, so the beasts in it have spirits, and most of the ones that live for a long time will have inner pills, and no matter how powerful they are, they will also produce yuan pills, spirit pills, spirit beads, these things have great benefits to time human beings, some can keep their youth, and some can accept the aura of heaven and earth, so they are respected by outsiders, whether they are strong people who cultivate or ladies in the deep palace. Therefore, there are often lucky people who try to try their luck in vain, and in the end they all end miserably, or some well-equipped, well-trained, and well-trained spirit hunters go to the mountains to hunt spirit beasts in order to get the high price of crystal nuclei. This also formed a profession.

Zhang Ling had naturally heard of it, and the Titan Mang, who he had met in Yunxia Mountain before, who had almost successfully turned into a dragon, was a corner of the Taiyan Mountain Range, and it was only a place that still produced such divine fruits as dragon fruits, and the hinterland of the mountain range could be imagined.

"Then what kind of qualification does this acre of paddy field need?, or the Alien Grass Spirit Fruit?" Zhang Ling asked

Monk Dukong pointed to the vigorous spiritual field and said, "At the eye of this acre of field is a nine-flowered grass, which is an eight-hundred-year-old spiritual thing, and your mu will be at least five or six hundred years old, or more than Yuandan."

Zhang Ling frowned, the price of these five or six hundred years of spirit grass or Yuan Dan on the market was already a thousand gold, Zhang Ling definitely couldn't get it, the only way was to try his luck in the mountains.

Zhang Ling made up his mind, three days later, he went to the nearest Taiyan Mountain to enter the mountain, Dukong monk knew that Zhang Ling now has the ability to protect himself, and it is also a good thing to enter the mountain to experience, but he has repeatedly told him that he has to enter the mountain for 300 miles, and within 300 miles he can retreat with his ability, and if he enters again, he will not be able to control his life and death. The four-hundred-mile demonic beast is no longer something that a kid in the early stage of Jindan can deal with.

Zhang Ling must go to see the old monster once before leaving, the old monster knew that Zhang Ling was going to the Taiyan Mountains, so he pondered for a while, first, he was worried that Zhang Ling would die in the Taiyan Mountains, and his plan would fall through, how many genius teenagers in history had lost their lives in the Taiyan Mountains, and secondly, Zhang Ling's current state still could not meet the needs of his own seizure, at least he had to enter the Jade Ding, so that he could have greater certainty. It is not enough to improve the realm by only cultivating with a stuffy head, it requires experience, but when you go out to practice, it will be beyond your control.

Long.

The old monster finally agreed, because the forbidden soul seal remembered to exist, but this time the old monster postponed the time limit for the outbreak of the mark by a year, and it was expected that as long as he did not die within a year, Zhang Ling would still come back obediently. Then he instructed a few words, and out of nowhere, a string of prayer beads floated in front of Zhang Ling, it was the prayer beads that the monk of the sky was taken away by the old monster to save Zhang Ling, and the old monster said, "This bead is the magic weapon of the bald donkey, and it is also a bit unique, you go to the mountains and throw it at a critical moment, maybe it can save your life."

Zhang Ling took the beads and wrapped them around his arm a few times, and then said goodbye.

Day 3.

The sky was slightly bright, and Zhang Ling got up to practice.

Knowing that Zhang Ling was leaving today, Monk Dukong also got up early in the morning and saw him off.

At the end of the day, Zhang Ling finished practicing and cleaned up.

Dukong monk said, "I know that it will take two months for Brother Zhang Ling to go well, but the mountains are dangerous, and the great monk has nothing to give, this pure heart pearl is useless to me, but it still has some effect on you today, you can abandon distracting thoughts, pure heart and forget yourself, I believe it will be of some help to you" Monk Dukong handed over a twisted rope, and one end of the rope was tied with a simple and unpretentious bead.

After getting along for more than half a year, the great monk and Zhang Ling are already deeply affectionate, and they are also teachers and friends.

At this moment, although he has been away for several months, he is also reluctant.

Zhang Ling did not refuse, took the Qingxin bead and hung it around his neck, bowed respectfully to Monk Dukong, and turned to leave.

"Amitabha" monk Dukong watched Zhang Ling leave, and at some point the string of prayer beads given to Zhang Ling by the old monster appeared in his hand. It's just that one of the beads is missing. There is one less heart bead.

The night before Zhang Ling left, he secretly put the beads under the bedside pillow of the monk Dukong, originally thinking that after he left, Dukong could find that the thing returned to the original owner, this string of prayer beads is the magic weapon of the monk Dukong, following it for decades, naturally there is a feeling, since Zhang Ling did not tell why the beads were in his hands, Dukong did not ask.

At the top of the mountain, there was another person who looked at Zhang Ling from afar, that person had a kind white beard, but there was a little sadness on his face, and there were twelve ring incense scars on his head, which was the master of the great abbot of Yunxi Temple. At this moment, he looked at Zhang Ling's departing figure, and the rosary beads in his hand were dialed one by one, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Senior Brother Abbot" A voice interrupted the sorrow of the master in the words, it was Master Humble Hui.

Master Humble Hui didn't know when he appeared behind the great abbot,

"Oh, Brother Humble Wisdom"

"Senior Brother Abbot is worried about this young man?" asked Humble Hui

"This young man is kind to the ninth junior brother, and the junior brother is on his deathbed, but I am one step too late, and the demon of the forbidden land has planted a spell, and today I am thinking hard about the way to crack it, but I can't get it, and the child with a bitter life" said The abbot shook his head, and the sorrow in his eyes was even heavier.

"This son has a good character, a tough heart, although he is persecuted by demons, I have observed it, and I have not done anything bad, I believe that my Buddha is merciful, and he will definitely turn the danger into a disaster."

"Amitabha, I hope I can get rid of suffering as soon as possible"

"Amitabha"

The two were silent, watching Zhang Ling's back disappear into the mountain road.

Zhang Ling crossed the last peak, that is, out of this Tahiti, Yunxi Temple will not be seen, the bell of Yunxi Temple rings, solemn and long, low back to desolate.

Zhang Ling looked back, looked in the direction of Yunlian's small courtyard, and then respectfully turned around and bowed.

Then he rose from the ground, went straight to the canopy, tapped the trunk with his toes, and shot forward.

And so out of Tahiti. Towards Taiyan Mountain.