Watson was startled when he heard this, and blurted out: "Nine-color sacred soil, sky-repairing stone, star meteorite, what are these, and where should I look for them?"

"It has been said that these three items are not found in this world, and the first two are unheard of."

The young monk sighed and said: "These are ancient legends. I also read about them in an ancient book a thousand years ago. I think they are not easy to obtain."

Watson stared blankly at the young monk in front of him, and suddenly felt the urge to curse.

Fortunately, the young monk was the abbot master thousands of years ago, otherwise he might have cursed people on the spot.

What is the difference between saying this and not saying it?

All three of them are extraterrestrial things. Where can I find them? This is simply an impossible task.

After a moment of silence, the little monk looked at him and said quietly: "But for the last treasure, maybe I know where to find it. You might as well try it."

Watson was stunned and said in surprise: "If that's the case, why didn't Senior tell me earlier?"

The little monk raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at him and frowned and said: "It doesn't matter if you can't find these three treasures. You won't go anywhere for decades at most and stay under the abyss..."

"Even if there are tens of millions of demons here, if you kill one, you will lose one. There will always be a day when you kill the abyss."

When he said this, even the young monk himself didn't believe it.

The Watson in front of him did not look like a monk who could break through the realm of distraction within ten years.

If Watson cannot suddenly reach the state he was in ten years later, he may not be able to face the demons in the deepest part of the abyss. This is also his sorrow.

Watson looked up to the nine heavens and sighed in astonishment: "Senior, tell me where I should look for it!"

The young monk picked up the teapot and poured some spiritual tea for the two of them. After thinking for a while, he pointed his finger at the sky and said lightly: "It is said that Kunlun is the closest to the sky. Maybe there will be meteorites falling from the nine heavens there."

Watson blurted out: "Kunlun...is that where it is?"

In just a blink of an eye, Watson was not thinking about the little monk's treasure that needed to be repaired, but about his sister who had gone on an expedition to Kunlun.

Perhaps by the time he left the abyss and returned to Yunqi Temple, spring had already begun, and before he knew it, his sister had been gone for half a year.

He suddenly missed his sister.

If he could find the meteorite in Kunlun, he would go there anyway. No matter what kind of trouble he encountered, he would try.

Thinking of this, Watson suddenly wasn't very anxious.

In his opinion, leaving Shan would have to break through his cultivation to the late stage of Jindan, and break through the formless Dharma body to the fourth level.

Otherwise, if you go to Kunlun, you may not even be able to enter the mountain gate.

Looking at the little monk's eyes, Watson was little different from a fool. He frowned for a while, then giggled twice.

The two drank two cups of spiritual tea quietly, and then Watson looked at the young monk and said: "Next, I will practice hard and try to break through a few more weights before going down the mountain."

The young monk raised his eyebrows and said in shock: "Have you decided to go to Kunlun, which is thousands of miles away?"

Watson looked at him and nodded: "I want to try."

When the young monk heard this, he was so shocked that he could not speak for a long time.

He shook his head vigorously and murmured: "Don't you know that Kunlun has always claimed to be a place for cultivating immortals and ignores the monks in the world?"

"I don't know about Kunlun before! But I want to try it!"

Watson did not hesitate, but said resolutely: "So, you have to find a way to help me break through to the late stage of Jindan quickly, so that I dare to go out."

The young monk shook his head, looked at him and said seriously: "You should first think about how to break through to the fourth level of formless body."

Watson was thinking about the zombies under the abyss, and couldn't help but look at him with a dull expression and said: "I really want to break through. Thinking about it, I haven't used the elixir to temper my body for a long time. How about giving it a try today?"

"You think too much." The little monk looked at him and replied calmly: "How about you go play with the zombie tomorrow and squeeze out the last bit of your potential. I will think about it again and see if I can help you.

"

"I'm afraid of death, afraid that I won't be able to defeat those guys."

Watson looked at him with a bewildered expression and said, "I have been fighting for so long. Every time I enter the abyss, I am fighting hard. Do you think I am not afraid?"

"Afraid of death, you still go to get the Demon-Conquering Sword?"

"What can I do? When I was looking for a sword, Master took me to see King Kong. It happened that the Demon-Conquering Sword was left there and no one dared to use it, so I had no choice but to do it..."

Watson slowly lowered his head and said with a tired face: "Thinking about the zombies in the abyss, I feel a little scared and a little desperate... This is the first time I have felt despair since I started practicing."

The little monk thought about Watson struggling desperately in the abyss, and nodded subconsciously.

Watson then complained: "Even when I couldn't gather energy in my Dantian and couldn't practice, I never felt so desperate. Today I spent a lot of effort to chop down a zombie..."

The young monk looked at his haggard face and said quietly: "You try again tomorrow. If it really doesn't work, then think about tempering the body with the elixir."

"You also know that you break through too quickly, and breaking through so frequently is not a good thing for you."

Watson thought for a moment and replied with a wry smile: "Okay, then I'll try again tomorrow and see if it can be smoother than today."

In his opinion, since he could use the divine fire twice a day, he would still have to kill a few zombies if he tried to use the divine fire tomorrow.

Perhaps only by squeezing out all your potential between life and death will the formless Dharmakaya be able to break through.

The little monk looked at his pitiful appearance, sighed, grabbed a piece of elixir, threw it into the kettle, put it on a small hot pot and cooked it as a spiritual tea.

Watson looked at the scattered snowflakes in the sky, looked at the little monk and said, "Senior, when will I go back to the temple? Or will it be late spring or early summer when I go back?"

The little monk stretched out his hand to catch a snowflake floating from the sky, and replied quietly: "To be honest, I don't know either."

He really wanted to tell Watson that he had been staying under the abyss, and even when he occasionally returned to Wentian Peak, it was just a brief thought.

The passing of spring and the coming of autumn is not something he wants to care about.

Watching a pot of tea, both of them were thinking about repairing the big formation on the first floor of the abyss. Even Watson was more anxious than the young monk.

Because he wanted to leave Yunqi Temple as soon as possible and embark on the road to Kunlun. He missed his sister.

Thinking of this, Watson couldn't help but said: "Senior, do you have any friendship with Kunlun? If so, you might as well tell me. At least I will find an elder to receive you after I go."

The little monk glanced at Watson and saw that his face was full of excitement. How could he be afraid of zombies in the abyss?

I couldn't help but let out a long sigh and said: "The elder Kunlun I know may have ascended and left this world early, and has already entered reincarnation. If you ask, you haven't asked."

"Where are my master and uncle?"

Watson also understood that the young monk was a great monk from a thousand years ago, and he was afraid that he would no longer have any fate in this world. Even if he had, he would have been forgotten in the long river of time.

After much deliberation, the only option was to go back to the temple and ask the master. After all, this time a senior brother from Yunqi Temple went to Kunlun to explore, and after all, he was also a disciple of the abbot.

The young monk smiled when he heard this: "This is not easy. In a few days, you can go up and ask them."

Watson simply stopped talking, picked up the kettle with the elixir, and quietly added boiling water to the teapot.

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Deciding to go to Kunlun to look for meteorites, Watson calmed down and went to the second level under the abyss.

There was not a trace of wind today, the sky was overcast and snowflakes were falling quietly.

He didn't know that this was not the last snow, so he decided to go to the abyss again today and continue practicing swordsmanship in the snow and wind from tomorrow.

Even if he couldn't avoid getting a piece of snow on his body, he still wanted to cut the snow with the Demon-Conquering Sword in his hand.

If you can cut the snow with one blow of the heavy sword in your hand, you will not be so scared when you encounter a killer who is in the middle stage of Nascent Soul after going down the mountain.

At this moment, the sword in his hand trembled slightly, as if he was about to come out of the box to slay the demon, but in the end it calmed down, because Watson quietly took out the sword.

When he holds the Demon-Conquering Sword in his hand, and when he silently feels the flame coming from his eyes, he will no longer be afraid of zombie attacks.

Among the whining sounds, a zombie smelled Watson's breath and let out a cry of joy.

Just like the first floor, Watson found a place for himself to enter and retreat, which was next to the altar on the second floor.

At the same time, he also inserted the torch in his hand on the altar, activating the fluorite on the stone wall so that he could see more carefully.

Today, he will try to challenge a few more scary guys.

From the whining sounds to the flying to the front of the altar, two zombies rushed from the front and back, blocking Watson's retreat, trying to block Watson in the small space in front of the altar.

Watson did not retreat, but took a step back when the zombies pounced on him, clinging tightly to the altar.

Only with a calm mind can one strike a fatal blow.

Woohoo! The zombie that attacked first slapped Watson with a palm, trying to take him down with one move!

Watson slashed out a sword as fast as he could, cutting the palm of the zombie that was about to pounce, and then nimbly dodged to the left, breaking through the siege of the two zombies, and dodged to the left.

The zombie in pain roared and chased after him.

In Watson's current state, it is simply impossible to hold down two zombies by himself.

Even though he injured the zombie the moment he confronted him, he was also scratched on the back by the zombie's wave, and a burning pain came from his back in an instant.

Watson, who had long been familiar with zombies, could only grit his teeth at this time.

He stared at the zombies rushing towards him and the other big man who was circling the altar and hadn't noticed that he had left.

But before he could be too distracted, the zombies in front of him had already pounced on him. He could only use all his energy to turn into a stream of light and flash to one side again!

The zombie ignored the sword in Watson's hand and waved his steel-like arms. He grabbed Watson's feet as he flew by, swung violently, and threw Watson away from the dome with a crash.

Originally, Watson could have slashed out a sword in an instant, but a zombie grabbed one of his feet and was thrown out, causing him to lose his best chance to use the sword.
To be continued...