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"Hey, uncle, what are you talking to? Are you mute or deaf?"
Yuan Qunshan shouted angrily at the man in gold robe in front of him.
"...."
Jialou remained silent and ignored Yuan Qunshan at all.
"You bastard, how dare you ignore me!"
Seeing that Jialou didn't care about him at all, Yuan Qunshan suddenly felt insulted.
He is the senior brother of Tuyu Academy. How dare anyone ever treat him like this?
"Go to hell!"
Without saying a word, Yuan Qunshan shouted angrily and walked towards Jialou.
"..."
As if feeling something, Jialou then looked at Yuan Qunshan who was coming towards him, his expression was still calm without any ripples.
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Western Region.
A stone table is filled with black and white chess pieces.
The two people playing chess were an old monk wearing a golden cassock and an old Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe.
"Amitabha."
I saw the old monk clasping his hands together and saying a Buddhist word.
"Okay, stop playing this Amitabha thing, I'm tired of hearing it."
The old Taoist priest picked up the teacup and took a sip.
"Listen, the Demon Cult is in turmoil."
Put down the chess piece in his hand, the old monk said to the old Taoist priest.
"I heard it too, haha, this Yun Zhongyi actually planned a good show."
The old Taoist priest smiled.
The turmoil in the Demon Cult has spread widely, and many people are paying attention to the trend of the Demon Cult.
The old Taoist priest seemed to know something and was very sure that this was a show.
"Are you so sure it's an act?"
The old monk frowned slightly.
He actually had doubts, but he was just doubts and not sure yet.
"Originally I wasn't sure, but after we cooperated with the Holy Lord and performed a scene with him, I was sure."
The old Taoist priest said.
"What's the meaning?"
The old monk's expression changed slightly.
"The Demon Cult is suddenly in turmoil, and the Holy Lord asked us to release false news that he is about to expire. Have you never thought about whether there is any connection between the two?"
The old Taoist priest said it with profound meaning.
"Do you know the reason for this?"
The old monk looked surprised.
"Of course I don't know why the Holy Lord wants us to release this news. You and I have no right to ask."
The old Taoist priest said calmly.
"Oh, the Holy Lord is the same. It's not good to fabricate any news. He actually wants to fabricate the news that he is about to die."
The old monk smiled helplessly.
"No, the Holy Lord has really reached his end."
The old Taoist priest shook his head and said.
"What?!"
The old monk's expression suddenly changed.
"You are the Holy Lord, he really..."
The old monk's eyes widened with disbelief.
The Holy Lord is really about to die?
Isn't this fake news?
"Why didn't you tell me such a big thing earlier!"
The old monk immediately questioned the old Taoist priest Asheng angrily.
"Don't worry, listen to me first."
Seeing the old monk's appearance, the old Taoist priest shook his head helplessly.
"It was only after I went to see him a few days ago that I realized that the old Holy Lord's aura was extremely weak, and coupled with his old age, he had reached the point where his oil was exhausted..."
The older the Taoist priest gets, the uglier his face becomes.
"but......."
The old Taoist priest changed the subject, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face.
"The old Holy Master found a way to continue living."
"Oh? How?"
The old monk was suddenly startled.
"There are countless strange spells in this world, from ancient times to the present, but if the most magical and wonderful ones are of course, they belong to the supreme thirteen divine spells."
At this point, the corner of the old Taoist priest's mouth curled up.
"The Thirteen Divine Arts are thirteen counter-spells with infinite power that are unimaginable. Each one has amazing magical power..."
"Okay, no more nonsense, just focus on the key points."
The old monk interrupted him impatiently.
"Haha, look at how scheming you are. Fortunately, you are still a monk."
The old Taoist priest shook his head and smiled, and then his smile gradually faded.
"And there is a magical technique called 'Rejuvenation and Immortality', which is a very unique magical technique among the thirteen magical techniques."
"Thirteen divine arts, rejuvenation and immortality?"
The old monk frowned slightly.
"Rejuvenation is immortal. After practicing, an old and dying person can return to his youthful state and regain a new life. However, at the same time, all his cultivation will disappear and he has to practice from scratch."
The old Taoist priest explained.
Rejuvenation is immortal, and those who are dying of old age can regain their youthful appearance!
"There is actually a magical magical power of kindness!"
The old monk suddenly sighed in surprise.
"Wait, you are..."
The old monk thought of something and suddenly looked at the old Taoist priest.
"Yes, Holy Lord, at the last moment of his life, he actually realized the immortality of rejuvenation, one of the thirteen divine arts."
The old Taoist priest stroked his beard and said with clear eyes.
Each of the thirteen magical arts has unimaginable power. If you can understand one of them, it will be a great opportunity.
"That means the Holy Lord is still alive!"
The old monk said with great joy.
"Well, with Rejuvenation and Immortality, it will be difficult for the Holy Lord to die even if he wants to. However, although the Holy Lord survived and became younger, his cultivation is gone and he has to practice from scratch."
The old Taoist priest sighed.
Although the Thirteen Divine Techniques are reversible, they are not omnipotent. For example, this rejuvenation will restore your youth, but at the same time your cultivation will be dissipated. In the end, you still have to rebuild it.
"It's nothing. The Holy Lord himself is the pinnacle of power. It's not difficult to rebuild and return to the pinnacle."
The old monk said.
Once you have the experience of practicing cultivation, it will naturally become much simpler if you practice it again.
"Well, if you practice it again, you may not know whether the Holy Master will break through the limit or transform into an immortal."
The old monk looked forward to it.
"Becoming an immortal is not that simple. Even the empress of the East China Sea Demon Clan died under the influence of Dao, and Bai Qianmie almost died under the Dao. It shows how difficult it is to become an immortal."
The old Taoist priest shook his head and sighed.
"Even if you can't become an immortal, it won't be difficult for the Holy Master to reach the same state as before."
The old monk said.
"This is true. After all, with experience, it is only a matter of time before the Holy Lord reaches the same state as before, and the time will be greatly shortened. Once the Holy Lord recovers his cultivation, then we in the Western Region will not need to worry about unrest. After all, if If the news spreads that the Holy Lord has lost all his cultivation, I am afraid that many people will secretly take action against the Holy Lord."
The old Taoist priest said worriedly.
"No wonder the Holy Spirit asked us to release the news that he is about to die. It turned out to be to cover up the fact that he used divine magic to rejuvenate himself and become immortal."
The old monk nodded suddenly.
Although the news of the death of the Holy Lord of the Western Regions will definitely cause unrest, if everyone will think that he is dead, then he himself will not be threatened. After all, who would have thought that the Holy Lord of the Western Regions would become young and rebuild his cultivation?
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