Chapter 56: The Old Monk's Relic!

"Being able to slaughter thousands of people in the Shaolin Temple by himself, this is at least a great martial arts master, right?

Tang Jie said secretly.

Above the Martial Arts Grandmaster, it is the Martial Arts Grand Master!

It's just that even martial arts grandmasters are rare, let alone great grandmasters.

"Did the person who slaughtered the Shaolin Temple also eat the heart of the demon?

In addition, Tang Jie thought of what the white-eyed old monk said about the demon heart, the person who slaughtered the Shaolin Temple also had a great possibility of eating a large amount of demon heart in order to become so powerful.

Taking Demon Hearts is a great way to push your limits!

The original white-eyed old monk could only be regarded as a super-first-class master, but after making tea with a demon heart all the year round, his strength has improved by leaps and bounds, and he is not inferior to an ordinary martial arts master, or even stronger.

It's just that making tea with a demon heart has such an effect, let alone eating a large amount directly, the effect will definitely be stronger!

But this result may be a complete demon, becoming no different from a demon, perhaps the reason why the demons in this world cannot be killed is also because of this, there are demons killed, and there are human beings who pursue the power to eat the heart of the demon, thus becoming a new demon!

"Ahem, ahem...... Little benefactor, the demon's heart is in the water tank in the poor monk's room, you destroy it or take it away, don't let it harm more people. The white-eyed old monk coughed, his face became extremely pale, he breathed very quickly, and his vision had begun to blur.

"Don't worry, I'll do it. Tang Jie nodded, that demon heart must be taken away, and it can be destroyed or officially sold in the Great Xia Dynasty.

"Another...... In addition, in the box under the bed of the poor monk, there is a secret book of martial arts written by me, which the poor monk learned from Shaolin Temple and Tantra, and may be lost, and now they are all yours, I hope you can carry them forward. ”

The white-eyed old monk said with difficulty, his breathing became more and more rapid, and he told Tang Jie another thing.

The old monk of white eyebrows practiced martial arts all his life, has lived for hundreds of years, he practiced martial arts in Shaolin Temple, and later went to Tantric Buddhism for further study, now Shaolin Temple has been destroyed, many martial arts have been lost, the old monk of white eyebrows only wrote out his proficient martial arts when he was sober on weekdays, and did not want to let it be lost.

Now that Tang Jie has arrived, he believes that with Tang Jie's qualifications, he will definitely be able to carry forward these martial arts.

"I see. Tang Jie nodded slightly.

"And ...... And also...... Don't go astray like a poor monk, if you lose even a human heart, you can't be called a human being......"

The white-eyed old monk instructed.

"Hmm. Tang Jie responded, at this time, the white-eyed old monk was dying, recovered his mind, wanted to atone for his sins, and did not want to see more people like him.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

The white-eyed old monk folded his hands together, and half of his body slowly fell to the ground, losing his breath.

At the moment of death, the white-eyed old monk saw his senior brother and junior brother, saw the elder of the sect who taught him martial arts, saw the girl who once made his heart move, but had long since turned into dry bones, and also saw the mysterious warrior who slaughtered thousands of disciples in Shaolin, a tear slipped from the corner of his eye, there was nostalgia, hatred, and unwillingness.

But all these grievances and hatreds will disappear with the cycle of life and death!

The white-eyed old monk died, Tang Jie also sighed, good and evil are only in one thought.

This white-eyed old monk was originally a high-ranking monk, but because of hatred, he became a demon monk who eats people's hearts, and he didn't return to his glory until he died, and he repented!

Tang Jie can't comment on his rights and wrongs, and if he is in the same position as him, he may be desperate to pursue power, just for revenge.

Like Master Zhiqing, there are only a few monks who can lighten enmity and enmity.

Tang Jie came to the bedroom of the old monk in the temple according to the will of the old monk, and he saw a water tank in the corner of the wall, and a blue heart was soaked in this water tank.

What surprised Tang Jie even more was that this heart was beating slightly as if it was still alive!

"That's what it is...... The heart of the demon has been dead for I don't know how many years, and the heart is still beating?"

Tang Jie was secretly frightened, according to what the white-eyed old monk said, he got this heart at least one or two decades ago, after so long, this demon heart is still active, and there is not even a sign of decay!

"Sure enough, the demons...... It is a creature beyond the imagination of ordinary people. ”

Tang Jie said in his heart, he found a piece of clothing in the room, took the demon heart out of the water tank, and wrapped it in this clothes.

Then Tang Jie leaned down and found that there was indeed a wooden box under the bed in this bedroom, Tang Jie took out the wooden box and opened it to check.

"The dragon elephant is like a skill, the robe is subdued by the demons, the great body movement method, and the dragon claw hand ......"

Sure enough, there were a few handwritten books in the wooden box, Tang Jie flipped through them, and his face was also happy, these martial arts are all famous martial arts in Buddhism, enough to study for a while!

Tang Jie closed the lid of the wooden box and prepared to go back and study it slowly.

Later, Tang Jie carried the corpses in the temple to the courtyard for cremation.

There were four people in total, an old monk with white eyebrows and three immortal cultivators whose names were unknown.

"It's ...... Qiankun bag?"

Tang Jie found that there was a small cloth bag on the bodies of the three immortal cultivators, which was an artifact that could store things, which was the so-called Qiankun bag, which made Tang Jie happy.

These three immortal cultivators should be from a certain immortal cultivation sect, and they are better mixed than scattered cultivators, so they have a Qiankun bag in their hands.

"There are two magic weapons in total, 320 spirit stones. ”

Tang Jie looked through the contents of the three Qiankun bags, and his face showed joy, two of the magic weapons, a blue long sword, and a sharp cone more than a foot long.

Tang Jie didn't know the level of this magic weapon, but the lowest-level magic weapon could be exchanged for a lot of spirit stones if it was sold, and in addition, there were a total of 320 spirit stones in the Qiankun bag of the three of them, which could make Tang Jie's spirit gathering disk work again!

Tang Jie cremated the bodies of several people in the courtyard in turn, and he could easily raise the flames with the mastery of the Red Sun Technique.

However, when Tang Jie was cremated to the fourth corpse, that is, the body of the middle-aged man, his expression moved slightly.

"The sound of a heartbeat, he is not dead yet?" Tang Jie clearly heard the middle-aged man's heartbeat, and the heartbeat became more and more intense!

Previously, the middle-aged man drank the green tea, that is, the tea brewed by the demon's heart, but he ran to the door and fell to the ground, Tang Jie thought he was dead, but now it seems that he is not dead, but because of the tea, he fell into a state similar to suspended animation.

"Ahh

Just as Tang Jie was thinking, the middle-aged man suddenly stood up straight from the ground, and his face was distorted, and his eyes were bloodshot and stared at Tang Jie fiercely, howling, looking like he was about to pounce!

"Smack!"

Tang Jie's face sank, and when he raised his hand, he hit it with a loud slap, causing the middle-aged man to roll on the ground.

Tang Jie looked at him with a cold face: "Brute, what do you say you want to eat?"