Asking about longevity

In Nanyue City, monks from various families and sects related to Tianshu Pavilion gathered together, each with their own magical powers.

The skinny old man was not the only one who could see this.

Above the mine, the air of corpses filled the air.

There are countless corpses stored in it.

Even though everyone present was from a big power and had seen a lot of the world, they all took a deep breath under the soaring corpse aura.

The Dao court was unified, and the demonic path gradually disappeared.

Where can one see such a strong zombie aura now, and where can one see so many zombies?

For a moment, everyone was frightened.

"audacious in the extreme!"

"Who is refining corpses?"

"...how many people were killed?"

"It is unreasonable to despise the Taoist court and ignore the laws of Taoism!"

"...which demon sect's method is this?"

…

Everyone was talking about it, and finally someone said:

"what to do?"

Everyone was a little silent at this question.

A monk said: "The evil devil is currently here, we cannot just sit back and watch, we should punish him!"

"Too much……"

"We can't control it..."

"Don't forget about business. We are not here to meddle in other people's business."

"How can this be called nosy?"

"It is only natural to eliminate demons and protect the Tao!"

"Hmph, you are so sanctimonious, who are you pretending to show..."

"You fucking..."

In the inn, there were sounds of arguments.

But only in inns.

The entire Nanyue Inn has been booked by their group of monks, and means have been set up to block the audio and video and isolate outsiders. People who are not the same type cannot enter this inn.

After arguing for a long time, the skinny old man who was doing the calculation of "Three Talents to Count Copper Coins" suddenly frowned and asked slowly:

"Do you know where that person is?"

Everyone was quiet for a moment and then shook their heads.

The skinny old man said again:

"He asked us to figure it out just to lure us here. But when we got here, there was no sign of him. Instead, there was a mine filled with corpses. Do you think this is a coincidence?"

"you mean?"

The skinny old man said: "Perhaps that person brought us here just for this mountain of corpses.

Everyone looked at each other, and someone said:

"Then what?"

"Are you feeling compassionate and want us to help?"

"No, they are dragging us to do hard labor..."

"Or is it testing us? He will meet whoever can solve this problem?"

"What are you thinking about?"

"Our motives are not pure... He is not an old man who gives people opportunities."

"Indeed... that man is arrogant, extremely talented, and arrogant. How could he be so boring and play such boring tricks with us?"

"Then what do you think we should do?"

Everyone looked at each other and said nothing.

In the end, they broke up unhappy and let it go.

After the three skinny old men returned to the room, they set up a soundproof formation and began to talk secretly.

The middle-aged monk said: "The corpse energy is too strong, and soon it will probably turn into a tide of corpses. This Nanyue City is not a place to stay for a long time."

The skinny old man said: "What do you mean?"

"What else is there to say? Just leave quickly. If you don't leave, you will fall into a tide of corpses. You may not be able to escape."

The middle-aged monk said in a deep tone, "Even if there is no zombie wave, they can use these methods to make so many zombies without any knowledge. How can such monks be easy to deal with?"

"This is not beneficial at all. What are we doing in this muddy water?"

The skinny old man was silent.

The middle-aged monk said in surprise: "You don't want to stay, do you?"

The skinny old man frowned and nodded slightly.

The middle-aged monk said "tsk", then turned to ask the young man in white, "Young Master, what about you?"

The young man in white nodded and said:

"The tide of corpses is a disaster and all living beings are in ruins. I also want to stay and do my little bit."

Hearing the young man's energetic and passionate words made his head hurt.

But if he were to leave alone...without the old man's three talents of counting copper coins and fortune-telling, he would have no choice but to run around like a headless fly.

The middle-aged monk was a little unwilling and asked the old man:

"You really want to stay?"

The skinny old man nodded, as if he was thinking about something, his expression was a little solemn. After a moment, he slowly said:

"I... have a hunch..."

The middle-aged monk was startled, "What's the premonition?"

The skinny old man took a deep breath, his eyes filled with uncertainty:

“These days, I sometimes get scared.

"It seems that there is great terror on the road ahead. It is extremely dangerous and life and death are unpredictable."

"And if we can suppress the corpse mine, save this city, and even the monks in the state, we may be able to form a good relationship, and in the future, we will have a glimmer of hope when encountering a desperate situation of near death..."

The middle-aged monk frowned.

He couldn't feel anything, so naturally he didn't believe anything.

But he also knew that he had to listen to others and eat enough.

This cultivator who can live to old age has no choice but to believe even if it is a vague premonition.

"Okay, I'll stay too, but I promised that if something goes wrong, I'll run away."

The middle-aged monk said helplessly.

The skinny old man nodded, and the boy in white breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

The next day there were fewer people in the inn.

Some of them were in Nanyue City, but could not find any clues about Mr. Zhuang, so they had to look elsewhere.

Some were worried that the corpse wave would break out and they could not survive alone, so they left without saying goodbye.

But there are also people who stay.

Some, like the skinny old man, had a vague premonition of the mystery of cause and effect from the corpse mine.

There are also those who have no premonition about anything, but are simply upright and want to eradicate zombies and do something for the local monks.

Everyone discussed ways to suppress the corpse mine.

But there are countless zombies in the corpse mine, and it is extremely difficult to deal with them.

"I'm afraid it's not possible for us monks."

"I want to repair a letter and go back to my family or sect to ask for reinforcements."

"It's been a while..."

"There's nothing you can do about it. You can't just rush in and die without preparing anything..."

"We don't know anything about the situation in the corpse mine."

"How many iron zombies are there, how many walking zombies are there, are there any other special zombies, who is practicing, and are the local monastic forces involved?"

"Don't think about it, there must be local forces. Building a corpse mine will definitely require a lot of manpower and material resources. Without the support of local forces, it cannot be built."

"The Lu family..."

"I think so too."

"Is there any evidence?"

"Based on experience, you'll know at a glance..."

"If the powerful dragon doesn't suppress the local snake, it will be troublesome."

A young monk said proudly:

"It's a pity that this place is only the boundary of the second-grade state. Due to the restrictions of heaven, Jin Dan cannot take action. Otherwise, I will ask my father to come over and level this mountain with one sword!"

"Okay, okay, we know your father is a golden elixir..."

"If the golden elixir comes over, even one sword can't bring it down..."

"Even if they are wiped out, these zombies will not be killed for a while. Once the zombies get out of control and invade Nanyue City, then the entire monks in the city will become zombies, and the problem will be even bigger..."

"Young people should not be too arrogant."

"You can't solve the problem without force, but you can't just rely on force..."

The young monk sat down angrily.

"What should we do?" someone asked again.

Everyone pondered for a moment, and someone slowly said: "Dao Ting?"

"Can you please mobilize Taoist soldiers?"

"There is a way..."

"Who has a connection to the Taoist Army?"

"There are several uncles in my clan who serve in the Taoist Army..."

An old man shook his head and said, "Don't think about it. Daoting won't send Taoist soldiers. Even if they do, it won't be much?"

"The risks are too high and the costs are too high."

"How could it be? Killing demons and eliminating demons is the basic principle of Taoism, and it is also the responsibility of Taoist court!"

"That's what I said..."

"Don't oversimplify things."

"With so many manpower and material resources, how could they be mobilized just as they were told?"

"That is, if you count the oil and water scraped off layer by layer from top to bottom, the actual cost may be even greater."

"It's not fun to say this..."

"Daoting also has difficulties like Daoting..."

"What's the difficulty? What's the difficulty in eating Naka?"

"Don't be so weird..."

"You fucking..."

As everyone chatted, they got angry.

"Okay, okay," the senior and senior white-bearded old man said slowly, "Let's get down to business."

The quarrel stopped then.

After a moment of silence in the room, someone else said:

"Why don't we all jointly submit a letter to the Taoist court, clarify our interests, make the matter bigger and make it public, the Taoist court cannot ignore it..."

Everyone nodded slightly.

At this moment, the skinny old man in the seat stood up suddenly, holding a few copper coins in his hand, and his face turned pale.

The monks looked at each other with some confusion.

The white-bearded old man frowned and asked, "Brother Wen, what happened?"

The skinny old man looked frightened and said in a trembling voice:

"Just now, I was so blessed that I made a divination with a few copper coins..."

"The hexagram shows..."

"Shows...the future scene of the mine."

The skinny old man was a little frightened when he thought of that scene:

"Living people and dead corpses are mixed together, and there is no distinction between life and death. The living people look like corpses, and the corpses look like living people. And the one who rules over it is a corpse king. This corpse king has dark golden blood-colored pupils and is not affected by anyone. The control of the corpse..."

When the white-bearded old man heard this, his expression changed drastically.

The other monks were a little confused, "So what?"

"That is to say," the skinny old man looked frightened and said slowly:

"The Corpse King has been refined in this corpse mine. If it is not suppressed and allowed to continue, it will definitely lead to a natural disaster in a hundred years. This Corpse King will become... a corpse evil!"

"In other words, this corpse mine is actually nourishing Dao evil!"

As soon as these words came out, all the monks were frightened.

"Dao evil!"

This is a word that can only be seen in monastic classics, and it means a catastrophe that is almost irresistible to human power.

Even families or sects with thousands of years of foundation have records of being massacred by evildoers...

Nourish evil spirits?

The white-bearded old man couldn't help but tremble in his voice, "Is this...serious?"

The skinny old man was horrified, "The hexagram is like this..."

He thought for a moment and then added: "With my own ability, I can't calculate the evil things..."

The implication is that someone should have asked him to calculate it, or in other words, he should have told everyone through his hexagrams...

Everyone knows who this person is.

The white-bearded old man was silent for a moment, looked serious, and said in a deep voice:

"Send this matter to Tianshu Pavilion and ask the Pavilion Elder to make an estimate."

"At the same time, I also wrote to the Taoist court, asking for the deployment of Taoist soldiers to support..."

"If this is really the case, and evil is breeding in the corpse mine, then all available monks must be mobilized to suppress the corpse mine at all costs, kill the King of Corpses, and strangle this evil to the uttermost. Leave behind trouble!"