"How many immortals like you are there in the world?"
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Li Xianyu was very curious about this question, and he vaguely felt that there should be some immortals in this world.
After all, talented people have emerged from generation to generation, and each has led the way for hundreds of years.
In every era, there must be the most evil genius. After reaching the pinnacle of cultivation, they will most likely explore the path to immortality.
Like Xiaoyaozi, the founder of Xiaoyao Sect, Li Xianyu suspected that this boss was most likely an immortal.
Murong Kuan also looked at the golden monk. He actually had many more questions than Li Xianyu.
In the past, he had thought that Shaolin Temple might have hidden dragons and crouching tigers, and there might be many reclusive eminent monks there.
But... I never thought that there would be such an unimaginably powerful person as the golden monk.
"Not much." The golden monk smiled.
"Not many...that is to say, besides you, is there anyone else?" Li Xianyu stared at the golden monk.
The golden monk said: "The founder of your Xiaoyao sect, Xiaoyaozi, is the Immortal One."
"Oh?" Li Xianyu raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you know Xiaoyaozi?"
"He once came to Shaolin to talk to me about Taoism." The golden monk's eyes flashed with nostalgia, and he sighed, "Some people's immortality is achieved through countless hardships.
And some people's immortality is destined from birth. "
"What do you mean?" Li Xianyu asked calmly, some legends about the Eternal Spring Valley came to mind.
The golden monk shook his head, and without saying anything more about Xiaoyaozi, he said instead, "The rules of immortality are very simple. Live in seclusion, alone, and do not appear in the world."
Li Xianyu narrowed his eyes and asked: "Hidden in the world, not allowed to appear in the world...I understand these two things. But living alone...what does it mean?"
"You should understand." The golden monk said meaningfully.
Li Xianyu's face was slightly cold and he said, "You are hiding in the Shaolin Temple. You are not living in seclusion, let alone living alone."
"Shaolin is a place outside the world." The golden monk said with a smile, "Besides, I have never shown up in Shaolin. No one knows that I exist, and I don't have any relatives."
"Who made these rules?" Li Xianyu asked coldly.
The golden monk said: "Let's talk in another place."
The words have not yet finished.
Li Xianyu's eyelids suddenly jumped, and the entire fishing boat was surrounded by golden light.
Huh~.
In an instant.
Countless silver-white zhenqi threads shot out from Li Xianyu's body, instantly piercing the golden light, taking root in Taihu Lake like tree roots.
In an instant, all the Taihu Lake water with a radius of ten feet froze into ice.
Around the fishing boat, there was an extremely cold and rich ice air, and the temperature instantly became freezing cold.
"Huh?" A flash of surprise flashed in the golden monk's eyes, and he chuckled, "Fellow Taoist, you are too nervous."
Li Xian said with a smile: "Let's talk here, the three of us, no one can leave."
"Okay, as you wish."
The golden light emitted by the golden monk was all gone, and the fishing boat still stayed on Taihu Lake.
The only difference is…
The water of Taihu Lake under the fishing boat has condensed into ice.
"So strong!"
Murong Kuan's pupils shrank sharply, and his heart was extremely horrified.
I thought that even if he was not as good as Li Xianyu, the gap in strength between the two would not be too far.
Now, he finally understood why the golden monk followed.
Li Xianyu's power exceeded his imagination.
In just an instant, it was possible to freeze ten feet of Taihu Lake. This was unimaginable in the past.
"Is this your own martial arts?" the golden monk asked curiously.
Li Xianyu asked, "Did you create the golden light you just emitted by yourself?"
"Buddha's light shines everywhere." The golden monk continued.
Li Xianyu also said: "Ice Age."
This was a name he randomly chose, inspired by a certain anime related to pirates.
The two looked at each other, and after a long time, almost at the same time, they averted their eyes.
"You are stronger than I thought." The golden monk sighed with emotion.
Li Xianyu said the same thing: "You are better than I thought."
"You are all countless times more powerful than me." Murong Kuan complained in disinterest.
Apparently, no one paid any attention to him.
"Can't you let go of your tenderness?" the golden monk asked.
Li Xianyu said calmly: "I am different from you. You are too old. I am afraid that you have no love in your heart, and you may even have no compassion for the world.
And I, in my prime, have everything you have lost or given up on your own initiative.
Today, if I listen to your request and give up my family and my confidante, I will feel uneasy. When the time comes, even if I can truly live forever, what will be the point? "
"Even if you don't give up on them, they will still turn into pink and withered bones in a hundred years." The golden monk said.
"Perhaps." Li Xianyu said with a smile, "My love does not mean that it lasts forever, but that it only depends on what I once had."
The golden monk smiled, "You are very naive."
"Oh?" Li Xianyu raised his eyebrows lightly.
"You have just exposed your level of strength and your weaknesses." The golden monk smiled.
Li Xianyu nodded and said, "And I know nothing about you."
The golden monk said: "A long time ago, my Buddhist name should have been Hui Wu."
"Hui Wu?" Li Xianyu whispered, then chuckled, "I thought you were Bodhidharma."
"I have met Patriarch Bodhidharma." Hui Wu said meaningfully.
"Oh?" Li Xianyu raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling unable to calm down.
Hui Wu's eyes flashed with nostalgia, and he said softly: "Before he passed away, the one thing he wanted to do most was probably to get rid of me."
Li Xianyu looked calmly and looked at Hui Wu quietly.
"Do you know why Patriarch Bodhidharma built the Shaolin Temple in Songshan Mountain?" Huiwu asked.
Li Xianyu shook his head. He didn't know much about Buddhism.
Huiwu said: "There used to be a spiritual spring in the cave facing Bodhidharma in the Shaolin Temple in Songshan Mountain."
"Lingquan?" Li Xianyu couldn't calm down anymore.
"Master Bodhidharma has been on the wall for nine years, investigating some properties of the spiritual spring water, and passed on the two secrets of the Marrow Cleansing Sutra and the Yijin Sutra." Hui Wu said.
Li Xianyu narrowed his eyes and suddenly asked, "Did you just say that Bodhidharma passed away?"
"You are very keen." Hui Wu smiled and said leisurely, "But you also indirectly admitted one thing."
Li Xianyu grinned and said, "Yes, I did find a spiritual spring."
"Lingquan?" Murong Kuan narrowed his eyes. He had heard his wife mention the legend about the Valley of Eternal Spring.
Legend has it that there is a pool of Evergreen Spring in the Valley of Everlasting Spring.
As long as you drink the spring water from the Everlasting Spring, you can stay beautiful forever.
"You are so lucky." Hui Wu said with envy.
Li Xianyu said: "Dharma should be an eternal genius. He soaked in the spiritual spring for nine years. His strength must have been extraordinary and he must have become an immortal. How could he pass away?"
Although he was asking, Li Xianyu already had a vague answer in his heart.
"Who told you that Patriarch Bodhidharma soaked in the spiritual spring?"
