Chapter 95 My Brother is the Son of Luck
Chapter 95 My Brother is the Son of Luck
I have to say that Lin Fan's flying boat is truly a top-notch flying magic tool. Except for the high consumption of spirit stones, its performance and durability are truly amazing.
It only takes less than two breaths to accelerate from 0 to 100 km/h!
However, because he had bought time to recover underground, Zen Master Xingtai was able to temporarily suppress some of his injuries. He gradually regained the flying speed of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, and sped away at full speed, gradually catching up with the speed of the flying boat.
Now, no matter how good Lin Shan's operation is, his ability to fly in a straight line depends on his configuration. After all, the other party is in the foundation-building stage. It would be difficult to catch up with him if he really wants to escape for his life.
This is also why in the world of cultivation, the premature death rate of cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage is far lower than that in the Qi Condensation Stage, and they will not easily make enemies with cultivators of the same level.
After all, they can't beat you, so there's no need to fight you to the death. Just fly away in your flying weapon and be done with it.
Unless you are particularly good at escaping, you will not be able to catch up and eliminate the root of the problem in a short time, which will inevitably lead to endless troubles.
At this moment, Lin Shan and Lin Fan were in a dilemma. If they didn't take the opportunity to kill the old monk, they would be stared at by a cultivator in the foundation-building stage all day long when they traveled in the world of cultivation. Who could stand it?
At this time, Lin Fan's face showed a conflicted look again. He rummaged left and right in the storage bag, as if there were endless treasures hidden inside. Finally, he found and took out a emerald green flute.
Lin Fan had a painful look on his face, and he kept lamenting, "This soul-stirring jade flute is a one-time magic weapon. I was originally planning to use it on the two black dragons raised by the sect. Wouldn't it be wonderful if they could give birth to a dragon egg for me?"
Lin Fan sighed helplessly, he felt that he had paid a bit too much for this "Ancient Tibetan Secret Map", he just hoped that the output ratio of the treasure would satisfy him.
Without any hesitation, he turned sideways, pointed the flute towards the Zen Master Xingtai who was fleeing in front of him, and began to play.
Strange and melodious sounds began to echo in the sky, and the surroundings were filled with an ambiguous and strange atmosphere, but Lin Fan did not notice that the sound of the flute tail corresponded to Lin Shan who was operating the flying boat!
At this moment, Lin Shan felt a powerful melody rushing into his mind, and a primitive impulse began to fill his mind, and his blood pressure instantly soared! Fairies half-covered by veils floated in front of him, dancing with sleeves and eyes full of affection.
Suddenly, he couldn't hold the joystick steadily, and the flying boat in the sky began to shake.
"Fuck! Lin Fan, what are you doing?"
"Oh, sorry, it's my first time using it and the direction is wrong."
When Lin Fan saw that he had accidentally injured a friendly soldier, he quickly turned around and stood sideways again, this time with the mouth of the flute facing inwards and the tail of the flute facing outwards, and continued to blow it.
Fortunately, this time it was finally right. The old monk who was trying his best to escape suddenly began to stagger! He seemed to be trying his best to restrain something, and even began to chant scriptures to suppress his soul.
This soul-enchanting jade flute is a bit like the silver foil that the old monk had offered before, both of which have the function of directly affecting the soul. However, one directly attacks the soul, while the other is a simple aphrodisiac illusion.
At this time, Lin Shan couldn't help but admire him. He was worthy of being a monk. He had just endured a very difficult time, but Zen Master Xingtai was able to continue flying with his perseverance and Buddhist mantras.
Lin Fan in front puffed up his cheeks and blew hard, obviously having confidence in the enchanting jade flute.
The chase lasted for about an incense stick of time. Finally, the old monk in front could no longer suppress his internal injuries. He couldn't help but spit out blood, and his chanting was instantly interrupted.
At this moment, Lin Fan, who saw the opportunity, puffed up his cheeks like a toad and blew with all his might!
Lin Shan, who was standing next to him, felt a toothache when he saw this, fearing that he would blow his mouth to pieces.
The old monk in front began to become unstable again, swaying from side to side as if he had drunk fake wine, and began to have epileptic seizures.
It looked like he was using self-mutilation to control his emotions, but Duobao Boy Lin Fan said that any struggle would be in vain.
At this time, the old Zen Master Xingtai's eyes were blurry, his legs were weak, his mind was occupied by lewd music, and pictures of enchanting spring fragrance flashed like slides. Countless enchanting beauties kept brushing against his cheeks.
"Emptiness is form, form is emptiness, and the same is true for feeling, perception, volition and consciousness."
But the chanting sound gradually faded away, and the beauties in his mind began to tease him, with strange laughter in his ears, and the breath was as sweet as orchid, teasing him continuously. He felt a burning sensation, and he didn't know whether it was because of the fire poison or because of himself.
While he was suppressing his anger, he found it incredible that he, who was already 150 years old, actually raised his head? "Shameless young man, how dare you humiliate me like this!"
Zen Master Xingtai let out a cry of grief and finally fell completely!
He could no longer control the spiritual power in his body, and the magic weapon under his feet could no longer carry him flying. He suddenly plunged headfirst to the ground below from a height of several thousand meters.
The flying boat behind turned nimbly and followed.
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On a hillside outside the ruins of the Joyful Religion, between the ruined palace square, two young men in white clothes quietly watched a body that had been smashed to pieces on the ground.
"As expected of a Buddhist monk in the Foundation Establishment Stage, his Vajra body is as hard as iron. If we fell from such a high altitude, we would have been bloodied to pieces!"
"We have something to brag about this time. A Qi training cultivator killed a Foundation Establishment cultivator. And it wasn't just an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator. Zen Master Xingtai possessed many Buddhist skills and was said to be quite famous among the independent cultivators in Jiangdong. Yet, we managed to kill him!"
"You seem to have lost a lot of treasures this time. You can try picking some from him first to see if you can get your money back."
……
The two brothers began to count the spoils. They found more than two thousand spirit stones in Master Xingtai's storage bag, but the talismans and elixirs were all empty. It was obvious that they were almost all consumed by that little magical power, the Fiery Heaven-Burning Talisman.
However, what surprised Lin Shan was that this Xingtai Zen Master had been collecting several statues of Happy Buddha from all over the Happy Sect ruins over the past six months, providing him with 40 points of ancient charm, which could be said to be a free gift for him.
As for the remaining Buddhist spells and experiences, they just took a quick look at them and found that they all had to practice Buddhist techniques to exert their maximum power, which were useless to them.
As for the high-level magic weapon Golden Wheel used by the old monk, although it was damaged by the minor magic, it was still usable. The high-level set of magic weapon cylindrical flying needles was still there, including the silver foil, but Lin Shan gave them all to Lin Fan. After all, Lin Fan had shed a lot of money this time, so he should get his money back.
Finally, the remaining 2,000 spirit stones in the storage bag were divided equally between the two of them.
Lin Shan was naturally very happy to receive more than a thousand spirit stones. After all, it was a huge sum of money.
For Lin Fan standing next to him, it was obviously just a drizzle. Compared with the sense of accomplishment of killing a Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator, these spirit stones were naturally worthless.
Lin Fan felt a little embarrassed when he saw that Lin Shan only took more than a thousand spirit stones and gave the rest to him. After all, he got the "Ancient Tibetan Secret Map" and the three high-level magic tools of Xingtai Zen Master. His good brother followed him and suffered nothing.
But Lin Shan said that he didn't need anything else. In fact, the biggest gain was still 40 points of ancient charm, but he couldn't say it clearly.
Then Lin Shan took out the high-level magic weapon, the Five Elements Fan, from his arms and returned it to Lin Fan, but the latter threw it back directly.
Lin Fan said arrogantly that the two brothers had worked together to defeat the foundation-building warriors this time, and there was no distinction between you and me. You can keep this fan for self-defense, I have no shortage of magic weapons.
But Lin Shan felt that this time Lin Fan had wasted a small magical talisman, which was a key to open a cave. It was really a loss, and he couldn't bear to take advantage of him again.
Lin Fan said, "Brother, you are too poor. You don't even have a high-level magical weapon when you travel. When you reach the foundation-building stage, won't you be beaten by your peers?"
After the two of them pushed and shoved each other, Lin Shan saw that Lin Fan had a stern face and showed a hint of impatience. He knew that Lin Fan was very proud and wanted to compensate him, so he had no choice but to accept the treasure fan. He secretly sighed that they were indeed brothers of the same clan, and their blood relationship was ironclad.
Not only did Lin Fan take the blame for him in the past, but they also just fought together to fight against the Foundation Establishment cultivator and shared life and death together. Now after they were done, he even shared the treasure with him.
[What is it like to have a "son of luck" as a brother? 】
Lin Shan said: Thank you for the invitation. I am in Jiangdong and just got off the flying boat. I have a say in this matter.
(End of this chapter)