Chapter 140

A chill rose from the bottom of his heart. Zi Chen knew he was finished. He recalled the evil people he had punished and what happened to them at that time.

But today, he finally met someone even more evil. He couldn't keep his life.

But what made him depressed was that he actually met an evil monk. His luck was really heaven-defying.

Everyone knew that monks were kind, but this was the first time Zi Chen met a monk and he met an evil one.

"Benefactor, your physique is very special and so is your cultivation method. It's just that it's too hard. This is not a good sign. Hard things break easily. This old monk can help you." The monk grinned, but his hands were ruthless. With an expressionless face, he broke Zi Chen's leg again.

"Damn bald donkey, do you break people's bones to save them?" Zi Chen was about to die of anger. He had seen shameless people, but he had never seen such a shameless person.

He was obviously doing something evil, but he was so solemn and dignified. He even put on a look of 'I'm helping you'.

"Benefactor, you've misunderstood me. If I don't go to hell, who will? Just let it be a misunderstanding. This old monk knows that I'm saving people. Buddha will see it." The monk's hand emitted a faint golden light as he broke Zi Chen's other leg bone again.

At this point, Zi Chen's bones were all broken. He could no longer move. Bursts of pain almost made him pass out.

"Damn bald donkey, if there's an afterlife, I won't let you go." Zi Chen was in despair. His whole body was surging with monstrous hatred.

"Benefactor, you're wrong. You'll definitely be grateful to me. Unfortunately, you're destined to not have an afterlife." The monk was still smiling, but his smile was even wider.

After that, he reached into his bosom and took out a green porcelain bottle. He poured out a pill from it and said with a smile, "Benefactor, this is a supreme treasure pill. It can reconnect your limbs with both hardness and gentleness. From now on, you won't have any problems with your cultivation."

After saying that, the monk was about to let Zi Chen swallow the pill.

At this moment, Zi Chen was speechless. He seriously suspected that this monk had lost his mind. After crippling him, he actually still wanted to save him. Moreover, he even took out a supreme treasure pill.

The treasure pill exuded a faint fragrance that was somewhat familiar. When Zi Chen swept his gaze over it, he almost exploded in anger. How was this a treasure pill? It was just an ordinary Qi Recovery Pill. Moreover, it was the cheapest kind. A year ago, Zi Chen had swallowed an entire bottle in one gulp.

The monk pointed his finger and the pill was swallowed by Zi Chen. Then, the golden light emitted from his finger and he pointed at Zi Chen.

"Benefactor, this is a supreme secret technique that this old monk cultivates. It can speed up the refinement of the pellet and speed up your recovery."

The monk grinned like a Maitreya Buddha. His finger was shining with golden light as he pointed continuously. Suddenly, golden energy flowed into Zi Chen's body like water. This golden energy continuously flowed into his body, causing him to feel the pain lessen by a lot.

"Benefactor, with my unmatched precious pill and unmatched technique, your bones will be both tough and soft. From now on, your cultivation path will be unimpeded. This is a great merit." The monk's precious appearance was dignified. He was grinning from ear to ear, appearing extremely happy.

"Could it be that he really came to save me?"

As the pain lessened, Zi Chen's expression eased a lot. Looking at the monk's smiling face, he was somewhat doubtful of himself.

"But that is indeed an ordinary Qi Recovery Pill. The color is the same, the smell is the same. Moreover, when it enters the body, there is no feeling at all."

"Could it be that this is what a treasure pill looks like? But my eyes are bad and I can't see it."

The monk was very serious. Every place where his bones were broken would release a golden energy. This made Zi Chen feel very comfortable.

Now, Zi Chen was doubting himself. Could it be that he had misunderstood the monk?

"When things reach an extreme, they will move in the opposite direction. Could it be that my body is really like this? Although it is tough, when it reaches an extreme, it will bring about the opposite effect?"

Zi Chen was not confident in his heart. The monk was really trying to save him.

He had heard of this before, but he did not understand what it meant.

However, when he heard the monk's words, Zi Chen was so angry that his eyes spat fire and his body emitted smoke.

"Benefactor, the supreme treasure pill and supreme secret technique will cost a total of one thousand primeval stones."

The monk was smiling. After saying one thousand primeval stones, his mouth was about to split open. Zi Chen could already see the other party's back molars.

"This is a f * cking robbery. One thousand primeval stones!" Zi Chen was so angry that he wanted to cry. He finally understood everything.

The monk was not trying to save him. He was clearly doing business. The monk broke his body, fed him a Qi Recovery Pill, injected him with a few golden energies, and asked for one thousand primeval stones.

"Robber, robber!" Zi Chen roared in his heart. He wanted to cry but had no tears.

He was really unlucky to encounter such a thing. This was worse than robbers and bandits.

People said that robbers and bandits were scary. Now, Zi Chen knew that this evil monk was even scarier.

"Benefactor, this old monk sees that your expression is not right. Is the price too expensive? Don't worry, this old monk is a monk. I don't cheat anyone. Last time, the young man also gave me one thousand primeval stones just like you." The monk added, "Remember, it's primeval stones, not those broken primeval stones."

"Puff!"

Zi Chen could not hold back and directly spat out a mouthful of blood. It almost sprayed on the monk's face, but the latter dodged it. This made Zi Chen very depressed.

"I don't have any primeval stones."

Zi Chen turned his head, but his heart was sullen. "What the hell is going on? I was beaten to a pulp and I still have to give him one thousand primeval stones.

Are all kidnappers nowadays kidnapping people like this? "

Hearing the monk's words, someone had paid primeval stones. He silently mourned for that person.

"You don't have any primeval stones?"

The monk was stunned. The smile on his face disappeared for the first time. He said solemnly, "That's impossible. You used a disguise technique because you don't want others to see your true face. There must be a reason. It's impossible for someone like you to not have any primeval stones. Every one of you should be very rich."

The monk's serious expression almost made Zi Chen spit out a second mouthful of blood. "I don't have any primeval stones. Not even one."

"You don't have any? Then this old monk will take a look."

The monk squatted down again, then took Zi Chen's bag and looked through it seriously.

"What kind of world is this? Even monks are robbers." Seeing the monk's serious expression, Zi Chen wanted to cry. He was actually robbed by a monk.

"So little!"

The monk took out dozens of primeval stones from Zi Chen's bag. He frowned slightly, obviously dissatisfied. He muttered, "These primeval stones can't even buy that treasure pill. Did this old monk really miscalculate? Or is it fate?"

"Bullsh * t, you damn bald donkey. That is obviously a Qi Recovery Pill, the cheapest kind. One primeval stone can buy ten thousand bottles." Zi Chen roared. It affected his wound and made him grimace for a while.

"Benefactor, you are mistaken. You must not be fooled by its appearance. Although it looks like a Qi Recovery Pill, it has the effect of a treasure pill. You must believe in it." The monk held all of Zi Chen's belongings in one hand and put his other hand in front of his chest. He said seriously.

"You are a bandit. That is all of my belongings." Zi Chen wanted to cry but had no tears. He couldn't hold it in and spat out blood again.

"Benefactor, you are wrong. This old monk took out a treasure pill and used a supreme secret technique. It consumed a lot of energy. Although it was just for a short while, it would take at least ten years of lifespan. I only asked you for a few thousand primeval stones." The monk said.

"Monk, tell me which temple you are from. I want to remember you." Zi Chen didn't know what kind of expression he had. This monk simply made him speechless.

"Amitabha, monks don't ask where I come from. I am wholeheartedly good and never ask for anything in return."

Zi Chen was about to die from anger after talking to the monk. He roared, "If you don't want anything in return, then leave my primeval stones there and quickly leave."

The monk shook his head and said, "I can't leave. Although I don't ask for anything in return, Buddha wants incense money. This old monk lost a treasure pill and ten years of lifespan just for Buddha's incense money.

As the saying goes, if I don't go to hell, who will? "

"Enough, monk. Don't talk to me about the treasure pill or I will be angry with you."

"Alright then, let's talk about the primeval stones."

The monk was very serious and said, "Benefactor, there are only a few dozen primeval stones here. It's still far from a thousand. What are you going to do?"

"Bullshit, what am I going to do? If you have the ability, then kill me. I don't have any more primeval stones. All my belongings have been taken away by a monk who drinks blood. I really don't know which temple burned the wrong incense to give birth to a monk like you, an evil monk." Zi Chen roared.

"Benefactor, you are wrong. If you don't have any primeval stones, you can use items to pay for it. You can give up the treasure pill and your lifespan, but you must pay for Buddha's incense money." The monk's eyes turned and saw the long sword wrapped in a long cloth beside Zi Chen.

He reached out and grabbed the long sword. The long cloth fell and in an instant, the Raging Flame Sword appeared in front of him. It was still in the scabbard but the Raging Flame Sword emitted a bright red light like a burning flame.

"Not bad, good sword!"

The monk's eyes lit up. That look in his eyes was hard to describe. It was like a prostitute seeing a naked beauty, like a beggar seeing a mountain of gold.

The monk's eyes were very cunning. At first glance, he could see that Zi Chen was in disguise. Now that he saw the sword hilt, he knew that it was a good sword.

With a 'clang', the Raging Flame Sword appeared and dyed the surroundings red. The red light was like a burning cloud, burning half the sky. The long sword emitted a cold light in all directions. The tip of the sword was cold and it emitted an oppressive aura.

"It is indeed a good sword!" The monk's eyes lit up as he praised.

After a while, the monk was done admiring the sword and said, "Although the quality of this sword is not good, the material is not good, the appearance is not good, the sharpness is not good enough, the length is not good enough, the softness is not good enough, but I will reluctantly accept it."

"Monk, you are so happy that your mouth is open to your ears. If it is not good enough, then give me the sword. I will give you a thousand primeval stones in the future."

Zi Chen was speechless. He seriously suspected that the reason why the monk stopped him was because of this sword.

"Haha, benefactor, you must be joking. I am happy because I have done another good deed. If Buddha knows, he will be happy. As the saying goes, saving a life is better than building a seven-storied pagoda." The monk smiled from ear to ear, revealing two rows of molars.

"If Buddha knows, he will be angered to death. You are scum, evil monk. Which temple did they burn the wrong incense for you to appear?" Zi Chen roared.

"Sigh!

If I don't go to hell, who will? Benefactor, please don't be fooled by the appearance! "

The monk sighed, but he was still smiling. "Benefactor, you and I are fated. After today, our fate has come to an end. We will meet again in the future."

After keeping the primeval stones, the monk took the Raging Flame Sword and was about to leave.

"Monk, do you dare to tell me your name?" Zi Chen shouted as he lay on the ground.

The dried food beside him was thrown to the ground. This monk had no morals at all.

"Haha, I never ask for anything in return for my good deeds. Today, our fate has come to an end. We will meet again in the future."

"Meet my ass. Monk, where is the supreme secret manual that you said you would give me?" Zi Chen cursed.

"Oh, I have sinned. I almost forgot about it. The supreme secret manual is here." The monk slapped his forehead and grinned, revealing his molars.