In front of the temple, Mochizuki Chisaki knocked several times, but no one inside responded.
Lu Jun's heart skipped a beat, maybe he was still dead? He obviously rushed so many days ahead of schedule.
While Chisaki Mochizuki was still waiting patiently, Lu Jun pushed her away, walked to the wooden door, and kicked the door open with a heavy kick under the confused eyes of the two people.
Boom! There was a loud noise, and the two people's brows jumped. Even the daring Mo Fan hesitated and said: "Damn it, Lao Lu, are you going to offend the master like this?"
Although Mochizuki Famous Sword is very gentle, as a high-level super mage of Shuangshou Pavilion, how can he be any worse as his old friend.
Lu Jun didn't answer. He walked a few steps quickly and came to the wing inside. As a Pluto reserve, he smelled a strong smell of death.
The two people behind quickly followed and saw Lu Jundu standing in front of the threshold.
When they looked inside, they covered their mouths in surprise. An old monk fell to the ground. There were signs of struggle all around. He seemed to be unable to get up for a long time, and his breathing was extremely weak.
"Hurry and save people!"
Mochizuki Chisaki rushed forward and carefully helped the old monk up. At the same time, gray and blue rattan sprouted from his hands, which served as a fixed bracket and wrapped around the old man's broken leg and arm.
She patted the old man's back, trying to calm his breathing.
Lu Jun was not idle either, his eyes quietly flickered with the light of his soul, awakening the soul that was about to fall into the darkness of ignorance.
So under the double stimulation, the old monk finally woke up and coughed violently, cough cough cough!
Mo Fan, who was next to him, quickly found a small bowl, filled it with a bowl of water, and carefully fed it in small sips with a spoon.
What's more difficult is that none of the three people present have any treatment methods, so they can't see the old man's condition.
Fortunately, the old monk seemed to have good cultivation and quickly returned to normal. Only Lu Jun, the future Lord of Death, could see through the other person's physical condition at a glance and shook his head slightly.
The old monk is dying soon. His body is filled with the energy of death. It is not a serious illness, but the limit of his life span. In this case, there is no cure.
Even Xinxia's resurrected spirit couldn't help it.
Unless you go to the Tianshan Mountains in Jiuzhou, searching for Skymark Snow Lotus will have the effect of increasing your life span. When many important figures in the world are dying, they will hire groups of hunters to try in the Tianshan Mountains. So far, no one has succeeded.
Soon, the old monk's cloudy eyes became clear and he said gratefully: "Thank you young people. If you hadn't appeared in time, I would have lost my old bones."
"I decided to give something as a thank you." The old man said cheerfully: "Anyway, I am old and will not take my remaining wealth with me until I die."
"Master Qixiu." Mochizuki Chisaki said eagerly, "I am Chisaki. I met you when I was a child."
After hearing this, Master Qixiu looked at Qianxun, his expression became more and more astonished, and then he laughed cheerfully and said: "Look at my memory, it turns out to be little Qianxun. As he grows up, he becomes more and more arrogant, and he almost can't recognize it. You came."
The old monk said gently and kindly: "What do you want from me?"
Hearing this, it's not a pleasant experience to watch Qianxu Yue. A generation of old hunting kings, in their old age, are no longer as majestic as they used to be, and their later years are desolate.
Lu Jun sighed. It was sad that the rabbit died and the fox was sad. No matter how high his cultivation level was and he was an outstanding person, he still could not escape the fate of turning into a handful of loess after a hundred years.
With such a strong level of cultivation, when the age comes, he actually encounters the same problems that an old man should have. If he falls down at this age, he will basically not be able to pass the threshold if there is no one to help him.
Mo Fan has some doubts. Is this age really the one who is highly praised by the Moon-Watching Sword and can purify the Evil Bead?
Regardless, he took out the evil bead wrapped in silver gauze and explained his purpose.
"It's actually the Red Devil."
Master Qixiu took a breath of cold air, but then smiled bitterly and said: "Look at me like this, can I still purify the Evil Condensation Bead? My spiritual world is about to collapse."
After hearing this, as the three of them expected, they all felt extremely regretful.
As a mage gets older, his magical power gradually declines.
Just like Old Man Bao in the original book, he almost died in the battle in the magic city, but in the end he was still alive. He tried not to use magic energy to avoid consuming his remaining lifespan.
Soon, Master Qixiu opened the letter sent by his old friend, with a flash of reminiscence in his eyes.
He looked at Lu Jun and said: "I already understand your purpose of coming, but I have spent too much chasing the Red Devil over the years. The remaining wealth may be enough for ordinary people, but it is far from enough for high-level mages."
"So if you really want something good, you might be disappointed."
"Nah!" Mo Fan complained: "If you haven't solved the problem of the Ninghua Evil Pearl, just leave it to us. It's a waste of time to come all the way."
Mochizuki Chisaki also felt embarrassed, as his father's behavior seemed to be a quick move to throw the blame away.
Lu Jun was calmer and noticed something that others had not noticed. He said, "Old Mo Ninghua, keep the Evil Pearl by yourself and go back to find Old Man Bao. He is the priest of the Holy City and he has a way to deal with it."
"Really, then I'm not welcome?"
Mo Fan was surprised and happily pocketed the Ninghua Evil Pearl. Although the demonic sound was filling his ears all the time, it was nothing compared to the explosive method.
Then Mo Fan thought of Lu Jun and asked, "What should you do?"
"It's okay." Lu Jun stared at Master Qixiu and asked for advice: "Master, as a hunter, you have traveled for decades and passed through many restricted areas in cities. You must have accumulated a lot of knowledge and information."
"I want to ask you, do you know where the water-type Holy Spirit can be found?"
As soon as he said this, Qixiu showed a relieved smile and said: "Very good young man, you did not just focus your greedy eyes on the frivolous physical wealth, but asked for valuable knowledge."
He said proudly: "Yes, I have traveled all over the country over the years and witnessed countless things. Some of them have been cursed, kept under confidentiality agreements, or their memories have been erased and cannot be told, but the rest are also extremely rich."
As he spoke, Qixiu became a little excited and coughed violently. He stopped supporting Mochizuki Chisaki and continued:
"I have to admit, you have posed a difficult problem for me. If you are looking for soul seeds and other heavenly materials and earthly treasures to practice in holy places, I have a lot of accurate locations. I even inspected them myself. I backed away when I saw that they were not mature."
"As for the water-based Holy Spirit, it is on the same level as the elemental heavenly seeds. The information I have can only be said to be very reliable, but I cannot guarantee it 100%."
Lu Jun's eyes lit up. Sure enough, every old Bideng had a hidden secret. This time it was worth a fortune.
The two chatted for a while, and after receiving the news, Lu Jun took Mo Fan to say goodbye, with a smile on his face when he left.
Mochizuki Chisaki stayed behind to take care of Master Qixiu, so he contacted the hospital. Judging from her gloomy expression, he probably knew that Qixiu was not going to die soon, so he wanted to take care of the old man in his last few days and give him a lift.
Mo Fan asked curiously: "How is it, is it worth the money?"
"yes."
Lu Jun was in a good mood. The original information about a soul species was worth 7 to 8 billion, not to mention the water type Holy Spirit.
He entrusted his ancestors to search, but he didn't expect that Japan would be the first to gain something. After all, the island country is surrounded by the sea, and the old monk has been dealing with the sea his whole life.
(End of chapter)
