Asking About Longevity Chapter 499

Chapter 499 Sacrifice

 Should you feed me pictures, or feed me pictures?

Mo Hua licked his lips. Under the swaying candlelight, his visualization seemed to tremble.

 The coffin was cold and quite comfortable to lie on.

 Ink painting is waiting inside...

 After waiting for a long time, there was still no movement.

Mo Hua frowned.

what happened?

　　We agreed to use me as a sacrifice, but why didn't anyone come to “eat” me?

 After waiting for a while, there was still no response in the coffin.

 “The coffin is broken?”

“Or is the mantra Lu Chengyun recited wrong?”

“Or maybe, this visualization diagram to recognize life can only be fed by disciples of the Zhang family?”

It's not right either…

 A group of zombies, some of them are eaten, but who cares who feeds them?

 “That...could it be my problem?”

Mo Hua was startled for a moment, then he concentrated on sensing, and sure enough he found something unusual inside the coffin.

 There was a voice in the coffin.

This voice is very subtle and misty, sometimes far and sometimes near...

Mo Hua listened attentively, and then he heard that an old man was talking, his voice was intermittent and full of confusion:

 “You... have wonderful bones...”

 … “… has a special constitution, and high-grade spiritual roots are hidden in the meridians…”

“You and I are destined, I will teach you the great road...help you ascend to immortality...”

Mo Hua curled his lips.

You can really ascend to immortality. If you don't ascend it yourself, will you pass it on to others?

This voice is obviously the voice of Zhang Quan's ancestor.

 Have heard of ink painting many times before.

He thought about it carefully and suddenly felt a little startled.

 Could this voice be the key to sacrifice?

 Only if you believe his words can you enter the sacrifice?

 Ink Hua thinks it's possible…

He convinced himself and pretended to "believe" the old man's lies.

Sure enough, after a while, the voice became clearer and clearer, and seemed to resound directly in the sea of ​​consciousness of Mo Hua.

"You and I are destined to help you become an immortal..."

 “Help you become an immortal…”

This voice is old, kind, and compassionate.

At the same time, Mo Hua's eyes became blurry, and a picture vaguely appeared.

This ink painting looks very familiar. It is the picture of the ancestor of the Zhang family that he has coveted for a long time!

 Different from the picture in reality, the picture of the ancestors at this time has clouds lingering, smoke curling up, and a golden light hidden in the shadow. The figures on it are all with gold edges.

The ancestors of the Zhang family are like immortals standing in the clouds and mist, emerging from the dust one by one with their immortal aura floating in the air.

When Mo Hua saw this, his face was filled with longing, but he secretly thought in his heart:

“It's okay to deceive others, but don't pretend to be pretentious in front of your 'little ancestor' of the Zhang family…”

 “It's not like I don't know, you are all a bunch of old zombies...”

 Mo Hua cursed in his heart, looking at the picture of the ancestor of the Zhang family, he was suddenly stunned.

 He found an acquaintance among this group of "people".

 This acquaintance is actually Zhang Quan!

 He was at the end of the queue, with a respectful expression. Looking at the ink paintings, his eyes were a little surprised, resentful and salivating.

 Ink painting is a little surprised.

 Zhang Quan is not dead?

 No, or...

His physical body died, but his spiritual thoughts were not dead. Like the ancestors of the Zhang family, his spiritual thoughts turned into evil spirits and parasitized in the visualization pictures...

Mo Hua gradually figured it out.

No wonder Zhang Quan wanted to see the picture of his Zhang family's ancestor before he died.

　　It's not true, as he said, that he was ashamed of his ancestors and had to kowtow to make amends.

But I want to let my spiritual thoughts enter the picture after death. In the visualization picture, I can live as a ghost and as a slave.

It doesn't actually matter whether Lu Chengyun opens the picture or not. As long as he takes out the visualization picture from the storage bag, he has given Zhang Quan a chance.

 Ink painting has to admit it.

 I did underestimate Zhang Quan.

 Zhang Quan is not as stupid as he thought.

Lu Chengyun obviously did not expect that Zhang Quan could have such a scheme and that the Zhang family could have such secretive and unpredictable methods.

Mo Hua frowned again.

"But...not all monks should be able to receive this kind of 'treatment' after their death..."

 The death of the body and the disappearance of the state of mind are a great terror.

 When the time comes for many monks, they do whatever they can to survive.

The ancestors of the Qian family made the Life-Shou Dan, and the ancestors of the Lu family made themselves into corpses, both because they were afraid of death and wanted to live.     This picture can really bring about evil spirits.

Even if they don't have a physical body, old bad guys like the ancestors of the Qian family and the ancestors of the Lu family who have done many evil things will definitely be willing to turn into ghosts and inhabit the picture...

 There is not much knowledge about monasticism related to ink painting, but I think it is not that simple...

“Is it the bloodline of the Zhang family that is special, or is this visualization... itself special?”

 The ink painting was secretly pondered in my mind.

 After pondering for a moment, he remembered that now was not the time to think about this. He had to hold a "Hongmen Banquet" to entertain the "guests".

At this moment, some members of the Zhang family have entered the sea of ​​consciousness of ink painting.

 Five people in total.

Two elders and three disciples, one of whom was Zhang Quan.

 Zhang Quan is the lowest generation, but his cultivation level is quite high. He has already reached the level of foundation building, and he is considered the most distinguished disciple.

 It's just that the people he faced were all the ancestors of his "ancestors", so his posture was very low and his tone was very respectful.

 After entering the sea of ​​ink painting knowledge, Zhang Quan considered and asked:

“Elder Song, Elder Si, how about we come in first? Shouldn't the ancestors enjoy it first?”

  “It doesn't matter.”

The iron corpse elder known as "Elder Song" said calmly, "What our ancestors rely on is the worship of our divine thoughts connected by blood. If our descendants are strong, our ancestors will be strong. This kind of devouring and supplementing is not laborious. The old man personally took action..."

 Zhang Quan said in admiration: "As expected of our ancestors!"

Elder Song nodded and said: "The methods of our ancestors are beyond the reach of us juniors."

He looked at Zhang Quan again and praised: "If you can build the foundation and carry forward the corpse path, even if you die in the end, you can still be considered a great contributor..."

“His talent, temperament, and methods are among the best among my disciples of the Zhang family.”

“The most important thing is your filial piety towards your ancestors, which is admirable.”

 “The ancestor appreciates you very much.”

“So you should be the first to eat the sacrifice offered this time.”

“After you swallow your spiritual consciousness, make up for your injuries, and your strength improves by leaps and bounds, you must serve your ancestors and my Zhang family better!”

 Zhang Quan looked excited, cupped his hands and said:

“Disciple Zhang Quan will definitely live up to the expectations of the elders and ancestors!”

Elder Song nodded happily.

 Zhang Quan looked up, his face had turned into a zombie.

It glanced at the sea of ​​​​consciousness painted in ink, its fangs were stained with saliva, its eyes were greedy, and it murmured:

 “Little devil, I didn't expect that you would be here today too?”

The taciturn elder Si on the other side heard the words and asked:

 “Do you know this sacrifice?”

 Zhang Quan nodded and said bitterly:

"To be honest, my disciple has suffered countless losses in the hands of this brat! Every time I tried to kill him, I couldn't kill him!"

Elder Si frowned: "It's just a young monk, can't you kill him?"

 Zhang Quan immediately explained:

“His cultivation is not high and his strength is average. If we fight head-on, I can crush him to death with just one hand!”

“But this kid is proficient in formations, cunning, scheming, good at hiding, and able to maneuver both ways. I can't attack him..."

 Zhang Quan gritted his teeth.

Elder Song frowned. He couldn't imagine what kind of kid could be proficient in formations, good at hiding, and be cunning and cunning...

Is this a human or a monster?

But it doesn't care, no matter what kind of person, in front of them, they are just fish on a knife.

Elder Song comforted Zhang Quandao:

"It doesn't matter now. Once you reach his sea of ​​consciousness, he will not be able to escape. He can only be slaughtered by you. In the sea of ​​consciousness, we have always had the final say. No matter how powerful he is, he can't make any waves..."

 Zhang Quan felt very relieved and said with a smile:

 “It is true what the elders said.”

 He paused for a moment, as if remembering something, and then sighed:

“However, no matter how cunning and clever this kid is, he will still be the same in the end. He will be killed by Lu Chengyun and become a sacrifice, and his body and soul will disappear..."

Zhang Quan looked fearful and said:

“Lu Chengyun's scheming and methods are truly terrifying!”

Elder Song smiled contemptuously:

 “There is no need to grow other people's ambitions and destroy the prestige of my Zhang family!”

 “In the eyes of the ancestors, this is nothing.”

“This Lu Chengyun is just a chess piece of our ancestors.”

“Once he worships his ancestor, meditates on my ancestor's way, and borrows my ancestor's spiritual thoughts to enhance his spiritual consciousness, one day he will become a puppet of my Zhang family's corpse path.”

 “Become a human being and a corpse without a corpse…”

"He is not a member of my Zhang family. Once his body turns into a corpse, his spiritual thoughts will not be able to enter this picture. Either his mind will be lost or he will become a prey."

Elder Song looked at Zhang Quan and said calmly:

 “Although you are dead, you are still alive.”

 “Although he is alive, he will inevitably die!”

"The descendants of the Zhang family will not allow outsiders to bully you. We, our ancestors, are here to seek justice for you!"

 Zhang Quan was overjoyed and quickly kowtowed and said:

 “Thank you elder, thank you ancestor!”

Elder Song helped him stand up and said warmly:

"You are a descendant of my Zhang family. You are valued by our ancestors, so you don't need to be so polite. The most important thing is to take supplements in time to recover from your injuries..."

Elder Song looked around, then at the "people", and said with hungry eyes:

 “It's time, it's time to have a meal…”

Mo Hua, who was hiding aside and listening to their conversation for a long time, also nodded.

 He thought so too!

 (End of this chapter)

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