Chapter 127 A New Way to Worship the Incense, the Old Abbot of Jiuxiang Temple

The blue halo in Li Changxiao's eyes gradually dissipated.

His brows wrinkled slightly.

He continued to walk down. The eighth floor was very large and was used to guard prisoners. Even after hundreds of years, a faint smell of blood could still be smelled.

He realized.

Jiuxiang Temple did not disband naturally after the spiritual energy was exhausted.

Walking all the way down.

From the first floor to the eighth floor.

Various classics were almost intact.

If the spiritual energy was exhausted and it was naturally disbanded, why did no one come to collect these magical classics?

Although it is impossible to spend spiritual energy to practice these techniques after the spiritual energy is exhausted, the significance of the existence of these classics is far more than that. It also includes the predecessors' perception of the Tao and has great reference significance.

Even on the seventh floor.

Li Changxiao also saw the very famous "Extended Breathing Skill" of Buddhism. He roughly flipped through it. This skill is so profound that it is definitely very useful for studying the way of prolonging life.

But he didn't take it. He wanted this skill to be in the hands of more meaningful people.

His cultivation was not enough, his understanding of the Dao was not deep, and he was not short of life. In his hands, this technique was probably a waste of natural resources.

Li Changxiao went around the eighth floor.

It took about two days.

Back to the entrance of the passage connecting the seventh and eighth floors.

He hesitated for a moment, but still drew out his sword and carved a line of words on the ground.

"There is a strange disease here."

Li Changxiao sprinkled a layer of dust on the line of words to make it look more old.

Then, he turned and left, looking for the entrance to the next floor.

On the eighth floor, Li Changxiao actually gained a lot.

Through the dreams conveyed by these torture instruments, Li Changxiao learned that Jiuxiang Temple had once circulated a disease.

But the fragments were too fragmented, and he was unable to sort out all the information.

...

Time passed.

Four days later.

Mu Qin and Si Nian opened their eyes, and Mu Qin's eyes lit up slightly, finding a hint of inspiration from the thousands of incense books.

This quiet and indifferent fairy actually smiled. It can be imagined that she had gained a lot from this trip.

Si Nian looked at the master.

Li Tianyu had been waiting for a long time. Seeing that the two finally made some movements, he came over curiously.

The incense they studied was only shared with their father. Even though he was a prince, he only knew a rough idea and was not clear about the specific content and situation.

If he heard something, it would be an unexpected gain.

Mu Qin did not hide it deliberately. She told the two generously about her gains.

From the magical books of Jiuxiang Temple.

She vaguely felt the way to her future incense.

It was to use the power of incense to condense the body of incense! Then use the power of incense with the body of incense, maybe you can embark on another longevity path!

Now it is just a vague concept.

Li Tianyu was shocked when he heard it, and his eyes were full of respect. He thought that his father really gave him a great gift.

If you can get a glimpse of this new secret, you will benefit a lot.

Mu Qin was in a good mood. The bottleneck that had been unable to break through and the road ahead shrouded in fog finally had a ray of hope.

"Go down, maybe there will be more important information."

"I need more."

A firm look flashed in Mu Qin's eyes.

The group followed the passage to the eighth floor.

Suddenly.

→

A line of words on the ground attracted the attention of the three people.

It was Li Changxiao who carved it on the ground with a sword.

"Strange disease?" Li Tianyu was stunned and frowned deeply.

"Buddhist strange disease..." Mu Qin thought.

According to her experience, Buddhism sometimes breeds strange diseases.

The most common one is falling into the devil.

Secondly, there is Buddha delusion, which refers to epilepsy...

Many of these strange diseases are contagious, so Buddhism attaches great importance to them, but most of them are only contagious to other people who are also Buddhist practitioners.

The road is right in front of us.

How could Mu Qin give up? She stepped firmly onto the eighth floor.

"This is the evil prison, a place dedicated to punishing those who break the precepts."

Walking along the way.

Mu Qin imparted her knowledge to the two of them, and when they came to an independent cell that was two people tall and four people wide, with iron chains all over the interior.

Mu Qin's pupils shrank, and she told the two behind her that although the cell was small, the people who could be imprisoned in it were at least big figures in the fusion period.

This cell was integrated with the "Eighteen Prisons". If she was locked here in her prime, there would be no possibility of escaping.

Her eyes showed a thoughtful look, but she never remembered that there was a "Buddha" who broke the precepts and was imprisoned here.

In Jiuxiang Temple, there are strict levels, and the most powerful people can be divided from low to high into small Buddhas, big Buddhas, and Buddhas.

There are only a handful of people at the Buddha level, and each of them is a terrifying and powerful person. If someone is imprisoned, it should cause a huge wave.

Mu Qin didn't dwell too much on this.

Continue to walk down.

The ninth floor.

It is a magma world that has lost its temperature and completely solidified.

Stepping on it is like walking on flat ground.

The tenth floor.

The eleventh floor.

The twelfth floor.

Each has its own characteristics, but they are all very large.

…

The thirteenth floor.

This is an open space, and the space is not large. After walking for only a few hours, I found the passage to the next floor.

But when I walked along the passage to the fourteenth floor.

I ran into an old monk, wearing a cassock, with an old face, and he had already passed away.

The three of them were shocked.

Even Mu Qin had lost control of her expression.

She put two fingers together and tapped the old monk's forehead to check if he was faking his death.

However, it was not the case. The old monk was completely dead.

"Huh..."

Mu Qin exhaled and looked back at the two of them, saying seriously: "You two should leave the Eighteen Hells immediately."

After Mu Qin finished speaking, she walked to the next level with an ugly face.

"Master." Si Nian subconsciously grabbed her hand.

Mu Qin turned around.

Si Nian wanted to say something but stopped, and finally let go.

"Don't worry, Immortal Mu, I will take good care of my sister."

Li Tianyu said.

He was such a smart man that he had realized that Mu Qin went down alone because the lower level might be dangerous and didn't want to involve the two of them.

This was a kind heart, and Li Tianyu admired it in his heart. If someone else came, he would probably not let himself, a person who was not related to him, leave so easily.

At least the positions were exchanged, and he would make the best use of them.

Li Tianyu's statement made Mu Qin nod, and then she shouted coldly, "Leave quickly!"

As soon as the words fell.

Li Tianyu and Si Nian ran upwards at a very fast speed without delaying for a moment.

Mu Qin went to the fourteenth floor.