Without Arlo's presence, the tent suddenly became quiet.
Only the dim firelight occasionally filtered through the cracks in the tent, and from outside the tent, there was a vague Beihuang dialect that Lingchu couldn't understand.
But these firelights and human voices seemed to be separated by the tent, as if they were close at hand, and yet they seemed far away.
For a moment, the tent fell into silence.
And in this silence, an inexplicable panic grew, spread, and entangled in Lingchu's heart, almost making Lingchu, who was already seriously injured, even worse, and even breathing became a little difficult.
Lingchu was not worried about her own situation, she was thinking about the monks who fell into the treasure hall with her and heard the collapse.
Lingchu didn't care about the demon clan at all.
Although they knew Liu Wuyi, Jiang Yanzhi, and Yu Luoxia, Lingchu still felt a little worried in his heart.
As for the remaining disciples of Chiyang Dao Sect, and the female cultivator behind Liu Wuyi who seemed to be named Ruyi, Lingchu didn't even say a word, but only sighed.
Of course, these are not what Lingchu is most worried about. What Lingchu is most worried about is Senior Sister Zhantai.
After all, among the many monks in the treasure hall, only Senior Sister Zhantai was Lingchu’s friend and fellow disciple who had known her for many years.
She didn't know that after she recovered from her injuries and returned to the Eastern Continent, she would still be able to see several of the monks who were in the treasure hall.
I'm afraid, there aren't many left.
Thinking of this, Lingchu felt a little melancholy, as expected, things in the world are impermanent.
However, Lingchu thought optimistically that Senior Sister Zhantai had an extraordinary background and might have more treasures than me, so she might be fine. Liu Wuyi was a disciple of Qianji Pavilion, whose methods were mysterious and unpredictable. Maybe, not only Liu Wuyi, but also Ruyi, and Jiang Yanzhi, they had experienced some things together back then, and Lingchu had noticed Jiang Yanzhi's strength, so maybe he would be fine too.
As for Senior Sister Yu Luoxia of the Fuyou Palace, since she is the leader among the contemporary disciples of the Fuyou Palace, perhaps she also has extraordinary means to protect herself.
Lingchu thought about the few monks he knew and tried his best to think about the good things.
Having hope is better than having nothing at all.
In the tent, Lingchu lay motionless on the bed, with thousands of thoughts in his mind. Suddenly, his consciousness moved slightly, and he heard a slight sound of the curtain opening in his ears.
In an instant, Lingchu retracted his thoughts and looked at the door of the tent with clear eyes.
And, the white-haired, rickety old man came in at the door.
The old man was wearing a white robe with lace and a white turban on his head. He walked in leisurely and looked at Lingchu with his still bright eyes.
"Fellow Taoist, are you a monk from outside Shahe?" the old man said calmly. What he said was not the dialect of Beihuang, but the mandarin of the cultivation world with a smooth tone, which is what Aluo said, the top of Beihuang. Clan dialect.
Lingchu frowned slightly, Shahe?
The old man didn't know if he saw Lingchu's doubts, but he continued, "Shahe is the devil's sand that fellow Taoists often call it. We local residents in Beihuang like to call it sandhe."
Seeing Lingchu's astonished expression, the old man smiled and said, "Beyond the Shahe, people are called monks and fellow Taoists. When I was young, I learned immortal magic from the upper clan and heard about it from the upper clan's people. "
"People from the upper clan said that beyond the Shahe River, there is a fairyland with high mountains, green grass, and blue water. Every breath in the air is full of spiritual power." The old man said green grass and blue water. There was no change in expression on his face, but when he talked about spiritual power, the old man's eyes shone with a fiery light of yearning.
Lingchu pursed his lips slightly, saying that was both right and wrong.
The Eastern Continent is not a fairyland, just an ordinary land. However, compared to the Northern Wilderness, it does look like a fairyland.
Fortunately, the old man did not intend to get an answer from Lingchu. Instead, he fell into his imagination for a while and then asked again, "Fellow Taoist, are you from outside the Shahe River?"
Hearing the old man's question again, Lingchu blinked and nodded lightly and slowly.
She didn't mean to be slow, but her physical condition didn't allow it.
The old man also knew that Lingchu's injury was serious, and he did not feel slow or perfunctory about Lingchu's slow speed. On the contrary, as Lingchu nodded, a bright smile appeared on the old man's face, and the smiles on his eyes, forehead, and cheeks Wrinkles bloomed layer by layer.
"I heard from A Luo that fellow Taoist is called Ah Chu? What a good name." The old man smiled particularly enthusiastically. He did not mention whether the name Lingchu was his real name, but directly recognized the name of Ah Chu.
"I am the priest of the Chishui Tribe. My name is Sha Heng. I am the only monk of the Chishui Tribe. People in the tribe respect me as the priest. Fellow Taoists can call me Sha Heng." The old man named Sha Heng was very kind and cordial at first. He introduced himself and asked Lingchu to call him by his first name. Then he showed his sharp fangs and said, "I have heard a saying among the superior clansmen. For monks, cause and effect are very important. I don't know. This sentence, right?”
Almost at the moment when the old man finished speaking, a dark light flashed across Lingchu's clear eyes.
It seems that the purpose of this old man's choice to save himself and return the precious spiritual water to the clan will be revealed soon.
Lingchu's silence, in the eyes of Sha Heng Priest, was a silent acquiescence.
Sure enough, the monks outside Shahe paid great attention to this existence called cause and effect.
Then, he took the risk of causing trouble and could gain something from the monks he saved. This is why he hesitated before letting his clan members save Lingchu.
Seeing the surprise in Sha Heng's eyes, Lingchu's heart trembled slightly, and he was secretly prepared. If Sha Heng made any excessive demands, Lingchu would communicate with Liuli Qinglianhuo.
We can't reach an agreement, and we don't know if he will take action. The old man in front of him is only in the late stage of Qi training, and he is not a match for the Glazed Green Lotus Fire.
Of course, if she can do it, then of course there is nothing wrong with it.
Priest Sha Heng took a deep breath and suddenly stood up. An old man who may have been seventy or eighty years old, with his back bent, solemnly bowed deeply towards Lingchu who was lying on the bed, with a solemn and sincere expression.
Obviously, he also knew the difference between voluntary teaching and forced teaching, and he also knew that he had just noticed a ray of pressure for a moment.
"Old man, I would like to ask my Taoist friend, for the sake of Chishui Ministry's life-saving grace, give me a practice method!" Priest Sha Heng asked full of expectation and anxiety.
He is a monk, and he knows how to practice. However, he learned it from the superior clan, and he is not a senior clan, so naturally there is no free method. The only method he knows is during the Qi training period, and he was also taught by the superior clan. The clan has imposed a ban and cannot teach it.
He wants people in his clan to practice, and he wants his granddaughter to practice. However, if he wants to get the method of cultivation, he has to go to the land of the upper clan. Almost all the cultivation methods in Beihuang are controlled by the upper clan. .
There, people from other tribes can also seek methods and even cultivation resources from them. However, all those who come to study with the superior tribe must eventually sign a contract with the superior tribe and sell thirty years of their time, life and death.
He didn't want, at least, his granddaughter to go through this.
Lingchu was completely stunned. Isn't it just a mental training method? Although those within the sect cannot be given away, if they rob a few more monks, they will have a rich inventory.
This requirement is not difficult at all for Lingchu.
