Immortal Road.

Chapter 150 Ancient Charm Soars
In the Imperial Palace Treasury, a giant black lotus Buddha statue sits quietly.

The Buddha has kind eyes and is making hand gestures with one hand. The twelve lotus pedestals beneath him are as black as ink. It is unknown whether the Buddha worshipped by the Black Lotus Sect was invented by themselves or is real.

If it exists, is it in the mortal world, or in the fairyland like the Buddha?
Lin Shan tried hard to suppress his excitement. Back then, when he was in Zangke County in southern Xinjiang, he had just reached the acquired Qi-changing realm. After learning that the giant black lotus Buddha statue unearthed from the Yelang ancient tomb was bought by a noble in the capital, he chased it all the way to the imperial capital and found out that it was hidden deep in the palace. He had been dreaming about it for so many years before he finally saw the real statue.

I walked forward and gently touched it with my hand, and the transparent reinforced panel appeared as expected.

【Black Lotus Buddha Statue】

Quality: Normal

Ancient Rhyme: 32 o'clock

Is it absorbed?

……

"absorb!"

The meter-tall Black Lotus Buddha statue collapsed in an instant and shattered to the ground like a sand sculpture.

Lin Shan was in a state of excitement, his Ancient Rhythm had returned to a terrifying 106 points! Not only was it enough for him to get the elixir he needed to advance to the middle stage of foundation building, it was also more than enough to upgrade a spiritual treasure.

"We can't keep so much ancient charm anymore. We must quickly transform it into strength."

"I will apply for a transfer order after the battle of Bianliang is over. I want to return to the East China Sea to practice!"

He felt that he did not need to fight any more. He obtained more than a dozen bottles of "Izumo Pills" from Qianyun Pavilion from Qi Zhong, plus the "Bi Luo Pills" from the Black Lotus Sect that he exchanged for his military merits. These were enough for him to cultivate to the peak of the initial stage of foundation building.

By then, I can use the ancient rhyme to break through the bottleneck and directly enter the middle stage of foundation building.

Although the evil sect has the upper hand in the current war between good and evil, the central theater has broken through the defense line of Zixiao Sect and even broke through the imperial capital of the Song Dynasty, Bianliang. However, the righteous sect has been operating the land in the west of the Song Dynasty for thousands of years, and it is impossible to be destroyed so easily.

There will definitely be an even more brutal decisive battle later!

By then, my foundation-building cultivation would still be cannon fodder, and I would most likely perish. Why not retreat bravely and improve my strength first?

He was originally the Altar Purifier in charge of the rear, and one more or one less of him would make little difference in killing enemies on the front line. As long as he applied to be transferred back to the East China Sea, the United Front Work Department would probably not bother to keep him.

Moreover, even if the three sects of the Demonic Path completely wiped out the entire territory of the Song Dynasty, it would probably take decades. If he lacked cultivation resources in the future, he could come back again. There was no need to rush.

While thinking about his future plans, Lin Shan casually searched the Forbidden City treasury. He was too lazy to collect those messy worldly things, but the antique calligraphy and paintings gave him an unexpected surprise.

Autumn Scenery of Stream and Mountain

The Nine Cauldrons and the Goddess of Luo River

Liu Gongming's Calligraphy

《Unfolding the Scroll of the Railing Eaves》

Huiming Spring and Harmony Album

……

Lin Shan picked up and put down the books one by one. Some of the precious ancient books he touched were intact, while others turned into ashes.
A quarter of an hour later, his ancient rhyme soared to 128 points again!
“Finally, I can spend as much as I want again.”

Lin Shan began to get impatient. No matter how much ancient rhyme he had, the enhanced panel would not provide interest. As long as he kept a minimum amount to save his life, the rest could be converted into strength as soon as possible.

Only when your strength increases can you obtain more ancient charm as quickly as possible and achieve a virtuous circle.

……

After leaving the rockery of the Forbidden City Treasury, they discovered that there were many more furtive figures around. It was obvious that many new demonic monks had broken into this area.

Lin Shan didn't pay much attention to them. He already had Gu Yun, so there was no need to create any more trouble. He lowered the brim of his hat again and quickly flew out of the palace.

The fighting outside the palace had become much more sporadic, and the righteous monks seemed to have begun to suffer a great defeat. They were scrambling to escape from the imperial capital, and the evil monks were chasing them wildly.

People in the magic world are born with the ability to adapt to the situation. Not to mention when the wind is against them, their combat effectiveness will increase by 300% when the wind is with them.

If you stay and fight with me, I may not dare to fight with you; if you dare to run, I will chase you to the ends of the earth!

Walking on the ruins of the streets and alleys, Lin Shan saw more than one strange phenomenon: a group of Qi training period demon monks were howling behind him, and the one being chased in the front was actually a righteous foundation building period monk!

He wondered who gave them the courage? Weren't they afraid that the righteous people ahead would "take them back"?

In fact, the latter really didn't dare, because these righteous monks were really angry at the beginning and killed batch after batch, but later found that all the low-level monks of the evil path seemed to share the same brain.

As long as you dare to run, I will chase you no matter who you are!

These righteous foundation-building cultivators gave up when they were tired of killing. It was not worth delaying their escape just to kill these weaklings. Anyway, outside the city, the sky is high and the birds fly freely, so they can do whatever they want.

……

Lin Shan searched all the major palaces in the city again, trying to find some antique calligraphy and paintings, but found that they had already been looted by those evil cultivators.

Wherever the locusts pass, no grass grows.

As a last resort, he went to the "Bowang Houfu" and found that the Nightingale headquarters had become a ruin, but there were not many bodies on the ground, and all the Nightingale personnel had disappeared. Lin Shan breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the Nightingale Grand Elder and Jiang Protector had already evacuated in advance, so he didn't have to worry about them.

After walking around the city a few more times, he finally found his puppet chariot. He discovered that the Black Skull Demon Lord and Old Man Zhong and his group were howling and chasing a righteous cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage without letting go.

The two puppet war horses were panting and snorting with exhaustion, and the grooves of the middle-grade spirit stones on their bodies were dim, obviously having been almost used up by them wandering around in Bianliang City.

Anyway, it’s not my money that I’m burning, so it would be a waste not to take a self-driving tour at public expense!

Good fellow, Lin Shan was almost furious. Not only did these people waste their own money, but they also flaunted such a high-level magic weapon in the market. Even if the righteous monks don't bother to pay attention to you, aren't you afraid that the evil monks will snatch it away?
I left the chariot for you because I care about your life and want to save your life. But you are so good, instead of finding a corner to hide, you are swaggering and hunting down the righteous foundation-building cultivators! An old man hangs himself because he thinks his life is too long?

But Lin Shan's little brothers have been infected by all the demon monks. It is easy to get lost in such a favorable battle. There are fleeing enemies everywhere and everyone is chasing them frantically. This emotion is easy to resonate with others.

With the high-level magic weapon left by Lin Shan as a backup, the spiritual power of more than 20 people was gathered to drive the chariot at the same time, and with the unfathomable Black Skull Demon Lord, they were able to barely contain him. The pleasure of a Qi training stage chasing a foundation building stage cultivator was something most low-level cultivators could not stop.

What's more, the demonic cultivators are originally mixed with good and bad ones, and the Jindan-stage guardians in the sky have no time to take care of them, let alone any disciplinary constraints. They only think about killing and burning people for the golden belt. Maybe there are really some people who are pretending to be pigs and eating tigers.

The righteous youth in the Foundation Establishment Stage who was being chased looked young and immature, and looked cowardly and panicked. He didn't have the courage to fly into the sky and could only escape among the crowd. Naturally, he was targeted by a group of younger brothers.

Especially the Black Skull Demon Lord and Old Man Zhong, they were talking in unison and even Lin Shan couldn't stand it anymore.

"The kid in front, stop now. If you have the guts, fight your Grandpa Zhong for three hundred rounds!"

"Ka-ka! I'm talking to you, can you do it, you little dog?"

"I promise not to use my trump card intermediate-level magic weapon. Do you dare to turn around and fight me now?"

"You don't even need a mid-level magic weapon. Are you so arrogant, old man Zhong?"

"You are so young and have only reached the initial stage of foundation building, while I am already in the late stage of Qi training! I just want to ask you if you are afraid!"

"Hiss~ The late stage of Qi training is so terrifying!"

All the brothers cheered together: "It's so scary!"

……

Listening to the two guys' sarcastic remarks, the righteous foundation-building cultivator in front of him was young and energetic after all, so how could he be insulted like this? It was like his dignity was being pressed to the ground and rubbed hard, and he finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Okay, okay, I'll help you!"

"A mean-mouthed skeleton, a stupid old man! And a bunch of stupid idiots!"

"Go to hell!"

This cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage could have turned around and killed the man, but he did not forget to curse him before doing so. Obviously, if he did not curse back, he would feel as if ants were crawling all over his body, making him itchy and unbearable.

But before he could make a move, high-level magical instruments such as rings, jade rings, and exquisite pagodas fell down on his head one after another and directly pinned him to the ground.

The group of younger brothers on the puppet chariot at the back were instantly overjoyed. They waved their low-level magic weapons and rushed into the window of the Linglong Pagoda.

This righteous young man in the Foundation Establishment Stage was trapped inside and unable to move. He could only watch as a bunch of losers in the Qi Condensation Stage outside cursed and stabbed him, and finally he fainted from anger.

……

Three days later, the Battle of Bianliang came to an end and all the finishing work was completed.

At this time, the city inside and outside the city was in ruins and ruins of war.

The area within hundreds of miles was turned into scorched earth, and in some places the devil's fire was still burning fiercely.

However, a brand new military camp with more than 100,000 people was set up, which gathered 80% of the troops in the central war zone. All the Black Lotus monks were in high spirits and were ready to go, waiting for the United Front Work Department to give the order to get ready.

In order to celebrate the great victory in Bianliang, the top leaders of the United Front Work Department specially held a grand celebration banquet. The banquet was filled with various spiritual fruits and spiritual wines, and more than 100,000 demon monks drank to their heart's content. For a while, there was endless laughter and joy, and everyone was imagining a better future.

Lin Shan did not join in the fun. He was registering at the quartermaster's office outside the city, with a long line behind him. One demon monk after another handed over his tasks for the past few days and counted his own military exploits so that the quartermaster could exchange them for sect contribution points.

"Lin Shan, the Black Lotus Sect's altar purifier."

"East Sea missionary remaining: contribution value 200 points."

"Explore the Grand Canyon of Poison, contribution value 2000 points."

"Participate in the attack on the canyon camp, contribution value 1000 points."

"Killing the Foundation Establishment Deacon of Cangxuan Sect, contribution value 2000 points."

"Killing a true disciple of Qianyun Pavilion in the Foundation Establishment Stage, contribution value 8000 points."

"Captured the young leader of the righteous sect Qiu Fenggu, contribution value 4000 points."

"Participated in the attack on the capital of the Song Dynasty, contribution value 1000 points."

"Total: 18200 points!"

(End of this chapter)