Chapter 6 The Ascetic Monk

Influenced by the Longxiang Temple and the ascetic monks, there are many temples and countless monks in the Western Regions.

This is even more so in this desert place.

From time to time, monks wearing Tibetan monk robes and bald sandals can be seen passing by.

However, most of them are ordinary people, and only a few are real practitioners.

Lu Qingshan took a second look at the little monk.

In addition to wearing a light red cassock that monks can only wear, the appearance of this little novice is also different from the usual appearance of people in the desert.

The little monk has red lips and white teeth, and his appearance is very delicate, and his bones are very strange at first glance.

Lu Qingshan could still feel a lingering aura from the young novice monk.

This is obviously a monk.

It's just that he didn't know whether he had practiced a special technique or had a special weapon, but Lu Qingshan couldn't find out the specific cultivation level of the little monk.

The origin of this little novice is not simple.

Lu Qingshan came to a conclusion.

But that's not something he should be concerned about.

His first priority is to collect the information he needs.

"Young Master, what should we do next?" Since entering the desert with abundant fire and earth elements, Qin Yitian, who likes this environment very much, has become more active because of this. He changed his previous lazy temperament and opened his mouth asked.

"First go to the store opened by the monks of the Dongque Tribe and buy the most accurate map of the Mogao Desert." Lu Qingshan said.

Moving forward in such a large desert, the map is definitely the most important thing.

Lu Qingshan pulled a passerby and asked about the biggest store in the city.

In a city where monks and mortals live together, the largest shops must be run by monks.

According to the guidance of the passers-by, Lu Qingshan walked for a while without haste, and the shop named "Dongque" appeared in his sight.

From the name, it can be seen that the owner behind the shop is the leader of the East Sparrow City, the East Sparrow Tribe.

Walk slowly into the shop,

Lu Qingshan glanced around.

Although it is the largest store in the ancient city of Dongque, there are not many monks in it, and it looks deserted.

However, the monks wandering around in the store all have a roughness unique to physical cultivation, and their clothes are relatively casual and rough.

This situation must be attributed to the unique atmosphere of physical training.

Among the six major schools of practice, sword cultivators specialize in natal swords, and their demand for magic weapons is relatively low.

But compared to physical cultivation, sword cultivation is nothing.

Because of physical cultivation, what one cultivates is the flesh body.

From the point of view of the body repairer, too many instruments will affect and hinder their practice.

And? In their philosophy? No matter how many and strong foreign things are, they are still foreign things after all? How can they be as solid as their own physical body?

So a physical cultivator often only has one or two magic weapons on his body, and some extreme physical cultivators can't even see a magic weapon all over his body.

In addition, most of the resources for physical training are used to buy elixir for body training.

So according to the statistics of good people? Among the six cultivations? Relatively speaking, physical cultivation is the poorest.

Because of this, there is such a saying: Do not rob physical cultivation after robbing the Tao.

The skin is rough and the flesh is thick, not to mention a hard bone? There is no long body? Poor jingle.

Having trouble with these people is not a problem with the brain, what else could it be?

Lu Qingshan does not agree with the practice philosophy of body cultivation, because in his opinion, the sword is definitely not a foreign object, but something as important as one's own life.

But the same? Lu Qingshan never rejects this kind of practice philosophy.

After all, the road of practice should be full of flowers.

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An old man with white hair was sitting by the counter of the store, his eyes half closed? He seemed to be resting his mind.

Seeing Lu Qingshan coming in, the old man didn't greet the guests very warmly.

This can be regarded as the characteristic of a wild place like the Western Desert.

In a prosperous place like the Southern Region? This kind of hospitality? But it is very difficult to keep those masters who claim to be superior to others.

Lu Qingshan didn't care? He walked slowly to the counter, "Mr., can you give me the most accurate and detailed map of the Mogao Desert?"

Hearing Lu Qingshan's inquiry, the white-haired old man opened his eyes, and his cloudy eyes glanced back and forth at Lu Qingshan a few times.

"There are countless dangers in the Mogao Desert. Even the Dongque tribe, who have lived in the Mogao Desert for thousands of years, dare not say that they have figured out the Mogao Desert."

"This map is made by the nine clans who put together the maps of the Mogao Desert in their hands. There is no map in the entire Mogao Desert that is more detailed than this," the white-haired old man took out a map made of monster furs. The animal skin map made, "However, the price is naturally expensive, but I wonder if this fellow daoist can afford it?"

Lu Qingshan chuckled softly: "A map, I should still be able to afford it."

Paying the money with one hand and delivering the goods with the other hand, this map finally received twenty pieces of fourth-grade spirit stones from Lu Qingshan, which is indeed worthy of a valuable evaluation.

Lu Qingshan's wealth far exceeds that of ordinary monks, so naturally he doesn't care about this little expense.

"In the Mogao Desert, the area where thunderstorms break out most frequently, does the old gentleman know anything about it?" Lu Qingshan asked tentatively.

For the sake of having just concluded a big deal, the white-haired old man was not stingy to have a few more words with Lu Qingshan.

He unfolded the map and clicked on three places on the map with his fingers, "Do you see the signs of these three places?"

Hearing this, Lu Qingshan quickly looked at the map carefully.

The map purchased at a high price was indeed very detailed. It not only marked the settlements of various small human tribes in the Mogao Desert, but also had warning signs in some places where monsters were active.

And the three places that the white-haired old man pointed to had corresponding thunder signs.

"These three places are the places where thunderstorms occur all year round in our Mogao Desert," the white-haired old man explained, "This is the information provided by the giant bear tribe.

The monks of the Giant Bear Tribe practiced body forging techniques that needed to be forged with the help of thunder, so they knew the thunder-prone place in the Mogao Desert very well. "

"However," the white-haired old man paused, thought for a while, and said meaningfully: "If you need to rely on thunder to practice some spells, it is best to go to the northeast and southeast two thunderstorm areas, and the northwest one. ...if you can, it's better not to go."

"Please teach me, old man." Lu Qingshan cupped his hands and said politely, and his subordinates already handed over another third-grade spirit stone with their eyes open.

The white-haired old man swept the spirit stone into his sleeve robe with a smile, and at the same time explained: "The first two thunderstorm areas are the places where the monks of the giant bear tribe exercise their bodies.

Because the thunder's power there grew very regularly, from the outside to the inside, the thunder gradually became violent.

The power of the thunder on the outermost layer, even a monk who refines Qi, can withstand it for a while, but when it reaches the innermost layer, the power of thunder in it is difficult for even a monk who is a Nascent Soul to resist.

This kind of stability makes these two areas suitable for monks of all realms to forge their bodies according to their own abilities.

But in this last thunderstorm area, there is no such stability. "

The white-haired old man said with lingering fear: "The last thunderstorm area is already close to the deepest part of the Mogao Desert, and there are few people.

It was discovered by a Nascent Soul Elder of the Giant Bear Tribe by accident. At that time, he thought he had found another treasure land suitable for body training.

Unexpectedly, he had just explored that area for a while, and he was still in the outermost safe area. For some reason, the thunder, which was originally not very powerful, suddenly became frantic.

The power of those thunderbolts suddenly increased to the point that even he could hardly resist, so he could only flee in a hurry. Fortunately, they hadn't penetrated deeply at that time, so he escaped from the restricted zone not long after.

But just like this, he suffered a lot of injuries, and he came back to recuperate for several years before he finally recovered.

So since then, the thunderstorm area has been designated as a restricted area by the Giant Bear Tribe.

Even the Great Cultivator Nascent Soul is in such a mess, so it's best for this young master not to enter rashly..."

With the ancient jade of the night, the white-haired old man can't see through Lu Qingshan's cultivation, but Lu Qingshan looks so young, and he doesn't have the slightest aging body, obviously his real age will not be much older.

In the heart of the old man, Lu Qingshan Dingtian is also a Golden Core cultivator, most likely a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Lu Qingshan nodded slightly, "Thank you, old gentleman, for your guidance."

Although he said yes, Lu Qingshan knew in his heart that the place where the thunder fruit is located is probably in that restricted area.

The reason is not difficult to explain.

The other two areas are the training grounds for the monks of the Giant Bear Tribe. If there are real thunder fruits growing, they should have been discovered by the monks of the Giant Bear Tribe after so many years. How could it last for more than ten years? Only then did she fully mature and appear in the world, thus triggering that bloody disaster?

After getting the news he wanted, Lu Qingshan turned and walked outside.

When Lu Qingshan's figure disappeared into the shop, the white-haired old man narrowed his eyes slightly, and was silent for a moment, then suddenly took out a communication token from his sleeve, and his spiritual power circulated, and a faint light flashed on the communication token.

"A forbidden place that even the Nascent Soul's physical training can't resist..." Walking out of the shop, Lu Qingshan rubbed the center of his brows with some headaches.

The location of the raw thunder fruit has been roughly determined, but how to get it has become a problem.

The strength of a sword cultivator lies in attacking, and defense has always been a major problem for sword cultivators.

Lu Qingshan also failed to overcome this defect.

Even with the five elements sword armor, he can't guarantee that he can withstand the thunder bombardment in the restricted area.

This is not a joke, if you don't do it well, your life will be gone.

But this raw thunder fruit that was about to ripen, he had to take it.

"It seems that we can only rely on foreign objects." After pondering for a moment, Lu Qingshan had a plan in his mind.

He entered the city in a hurry, and after getting the news he wanted, he also hurried out of the city.

Standing straight up, following the guidance of the map, he headed towards the direction of the giant bear tribe, the giant bear city.

.........

In the vast desert, the wind and sand are raging, and the scorching sun is blazing.

Lu Qingshan, who turned into a Changhong and walked forward, finally met the first practitioner after leaving Dongque City.

It was a naked monk with a bald head and only a narrow strip of cloth covering the sensitive parts of his lower body. He was walking barefoot in the desert.

The monk didn't use any spiritual power to protect his body, so the yellow sand, which was as hot as iron grains on a hot pot, was already on the soles of the monk's feet, scalding wounds one after another.

This is the most famous ascetic monk among the Western Regions.

Ascetic monk is not a kind of inheritance, but a way of practice and belief.

In general physical training, it is the body that is cultivated.

An ascetic monk cultivates his mind while cultivating his body.

In their view, without a strong inner body, no matter how strong it is, it is nothing but a skin.

Only when there are no distracting thoughts in the mind can we achieve positive results.

This is the practice philosophy of ascetic monks.

They force themselves to endure what ordinary people consider to be painful things to exercise their endurance and abandon their desires.

The word asceticism originally means "heat" in Sanskrit, so this heating is the main means of ascetic monks' practice.

The major deserts have become places where these ascetic monks often haunt.

If the way of practice of the ascetic monk has really reached great success, I am afraid that a person will become a piece of wood with no desires or desires.

Desireless is just fine, but at the same time it loses humanity.

This is a terrible thing, because without humanity, it can be called a saint, but it can also be called a demon.

Lu Qingshan is not afraid of the pain of cultivation, but this kind of self-inflicted behavior is something he cannot agree with.

Besides, to cultivate the true nature is to cultivate the true nature, not to eliminate the seven emotions and six desires.

If that is the case, this "truth" is not as good as not cultivating.

Although he has some complaints about the concept of ascetic monks, Lu Qingshan still has a bit of respect for this group of practitioners who can endure what ordinary people can't.

He slowly landed in front of the young ascetic monk, put his palms together, made a monk's salute, and asked politely: "I don't know if the monks know which direction the Giant Bear City should go?"

Yes, even with a map, Lu Qingshan is still lost.

After leaving Dongque City, he encountered a sandstorm, and after leaving the sandstorm, he lost his way.

Although at night, after the stars appear, he can get back on track.

But since I met an ascetic monk, why not ask for a way to save some time?

The ascetic monk dared to experience such experience in the desert, so he naturally had a way to identify his own direction, unlike Lu Qingshan, who could only rely on the stars in the sky for positioning.

Seeing Lu Qingshan falling from the sky, the ascetic monk knew that Lu Qingshan was at least a monk in the Foundation Establishment period. He also put his palms together, bowed back to Lu Qingshan, and said politely: "Fellow Daoist, wait a moment."

Then he grabbed a wisp of fine sand from the yellow sand under his feet and sprinkled it lightly.

The fine sand drifted away with the wind, and the ascetic monk didn't know what method he used, but he actually identified the specific direction from it, pointed to the opposite direction of the fine sand drifting, and said, "This fellow Taoist, the Giant Bear City should be in this direction. "

"Thank you monks." Lu Qingshan said gratefully.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Qingshan stood up with his sword again, followed the direction pointed by the ascetic monk, and continued to move forward.

The ascetic monk didn't take this encounter in the desert seriously, and immediately continued to walk barefoot under the scorching sun.

.........

But half an hour later.

Whoosh whoosh!

Another dozen figures descended from the sky and landed in front of the ascetic monk.

The leader was an ugly male cultivator with a black birthmark on his face, his face was ferocious, and his tone was extremely cold, "Monk, have you seen any monks passing by from the sky?"

The ascetic monk's heart skipped a beat.

Since he chose to practice asceticism in the Mogao Desert, he naturally has a certain understanding of the characters in the Mogao Desert.

And the appearance of the person in front of him, the feature of the black birthmark was so conspicuous that he recognized his identity at a glance.

The evil cultivator who issued a wanted arrest warrant in Daxia, a cultivator in the mid-Yuanying period, was poisoned.

Because of cultivating evil skills and harming mortals, he was wanted by Daxia. In desperation, he was poisoned and finally fled into the Mogao Desert and joined the Sand Bandits.

Relying on his own cultivation and ruthless means, Shendu gradually became a small leader among the bandits, who was responsible for intercepting and killing the so-called single "fat sheep".

And the Mogao Desert is so huge that you don't even see a bird on weekdays, so how can it be so easy for a monk to come across it?

At this moment, the ascetic monk knew clearly that the body poison must have come for the young monk who asked him for directions earlier.

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