Chapter 209: Jialan Reincarnation

In a secret chamber deep underground in the ancient temple.

A man with a tiger's back and a bear's waist was being tied tightly to a wooden rack by a pale green chain, his body covered with dense silver needles, his head hanging low, motionless.

Just at this moment, a figure flickered in front of the man, and a cold, large hand grabbed his chin, forcibly lifting his head.

The man's facial features were closed, his face wooden, like a dead person; it was actually Kang Wuhen, who was ranked first among the Four Symbols Sect's inner sect disciples.

Suddenly, a mouthful of cold water sprayed onto Kang Wuhen's face.

Kang Wuhen shuddered and couldn't help but open his eyes, but before he could see the figure in front of him clearly, he heard a faint voice:

"Soul-Summoning Great Technique."

As soon as the voice fell, green light flashed in the figure's eyes in front of him, and at the same time, two pale green beams sprayed out, directly submerging into Kang Wuhen's eyes.

Kang Wuhen only felt his eyes burning hot and couldn't help but scream and struggle, but his body had no feeling at this moment, and his head above his neck was pressed tightly by that large hand, unable to shake even a bit. His two eyelids were as heavy as Mount Tai, and he could only let the green light beams from the figure's eyes pour into his own eyes.

But strangely, the figure in front of him was constantly chanting the scriptures of the Buddhist "Diamond Sutra," the voice thick and low, giving people a feeling of peace and stability.

After a moment, Kang Wuhen stopped struggling and accepted the light beams pouring from the figure's eyes woodenly.

After a full stick of incense's time, the scripture chanting stopped, and the large hand was taken off Kang Wuhen's face at the same time.

"Master, I have finished casting the spell. Why don't you wake up and wait?"

As soon as the voice fell, the silver needles on Kang Wuhen's body all jumped out on their own and fell to the ground one after another.

Only then did Kang Wuhen's face move, and his eyes slowly closed, but the next moment, a scream came from his mouth. The veins on his forehead bulged incessantly, his face twisted, and his whole body twitched.

If it weren't for his whole body still being tied tightly by the green chain, he would probably have fallen to the ground and rolled.

Just at this moment, the figure in front of him poured a bowl of fragrant liquid into his open mouth.

Kang Wuhen's body twitched for a moment longer, then finally stopped screaming, just panting heavily.

When he opened his eyes again, he finally saw everything in front of him clearly.

He saw an old monk with a kind face standing in front of him, wearing a yellow cassock, looking at him with a face full of concern.

"Are you Master Jialan... No, I am Master Jialan... No, that's not right, I am Master Jialan's reincarnation..." Kang Wuhen looked at the old monk in front of him, first with a face full of confusion, but immediately remembered something, and his mouth kept muttering.

"Amitabha, congratulations to Master for seeing through the confusion in the womb and finding yourself again. In this case, this old monk can rest assured." The old monk saw this situation and said joyfully.

"Am I really Master Jialan's reincarnation? Then who are you? Why do you look exactly like Master Jialan in my memory?" Kang Wuhen looked straight at the old monk for a good while, constantly searching for this part of the memory that had appeared in his brain, and then asked with some suspicion.

"Master has forgotten, I am also you. I am a wisp of divine sense imprint you left in this secret realm back then. It's just that after so many years, I have become incomparably weak, and I had no choice but to hide in this human-corpse body to slow down the dissipation of my divine sense." The old monk heard this, explained with a bitter smile, and then grabbed one wrist with one hand and twisted it gently.

"Crack."

That palm was torn off directly. One could see that not a drop of fresh blood flowed out from the broken part, and even the bones were brownish-yellow. One could only see wisps of white mist floating out from the broken wrist.

But the old monk immediately pressed the palm back onto the broken part. After the white mist wrapped and squirmed, the five fingers were actually active again, and it was instantly reconnected as before.

"Divine sense, human-corpse? I seem to remember some, but they are still somewhat blurred." Kang Wuhen looked at this scene in front of him, somewhat surprised, thought carefully for a moment, but still replied somewhat hesitantly.

This part of the memory he had gained was very peculiar. It seemed to be the memory of Master Jialan, this Nascent Soul great cultivator, but although it was clearly a memory, once he thought of specific things, most of the memory became blurred again, as if covered by a layer of cyan gauze.

"Master, you were just forcibly awakened by me to know the truth of your previous life, and it is very natural that you cannot recall the specific memories of your previous life. As long as you refine a drop of essence blood you left behind back then, you can recall everything." The old monk said, carefully fishing a semi-transparent Buddhist bead from his bosom, inside which was vaguely a drop of pale golden liquid.

"You want me to refine this thing?" Kang Wuhen looked at the object in the other's hand, his face showing a look of vigilance.

"Rest assured, you are me, and I am you. And if I really had any intention to harm you, you would have died long ago. Why would I waste so many words?

As long as Master successfully refines this essence blood, I can truly confirm that you are indeed the reincarnation of the original body, and I will immediately take you to retrieve the pills and treasures left behind in the previous life. These things are enough to allow you to easily reach Foundation Establishment and Golden Core, and even condensing Nascent Soul again is not impossible." The old monk held the Buddhist bead and said to Kang Wuhen warmly.

When Kang Wuhen heard this, his heart pounded.

One must know that he took such a big risk to enter the secret realm, wasn't it for Foundation Establishment resources?

Now someone told him that not only Foundation Establishment and Golden Core resources, but even Nascent Soul resources were willing to be handed over with both hands. How could his heart not be burning, wishing he could immediately get these treasures into his hands?

But he was not a stupid person. He didn't believe whatever the other party said, and he was even somewhat skeptical about these memories that had appeared in his brain. For a time, he fell silent.

Just at this moment, the old monk sighed, put away the Buddhist bead in his hand, and pulled on the green chain on Kang Wuhen's body. Instantly, the chain broke inch by inch, allowing him to regain his freedom.

"Since the benefactor is so hesitant and unwilling to try, it is possible that the time has not yet come, and we can only wait for Master's next reincarnation. You can go. It's a pity, I have been waiting here for a thousand years. When Master's next reincarnation comes, this old monk might not be here anymore." The old monk sighed to Kang Wuhen and made a gesture of seeing him off.

Kang Wuhen moved his hands and feet, his expression shifting between cloudy and sunny for a while, but he didn't leave immediately. Instead, he asked the old monk a question:

"May I ask the senior one question? I was exploring this ruin with several companions before I fainted. Where are my companions now?"

"Companions? This old monk hasn't seen any. Where Master fainted, there was only Master alone, and I haven't seen anyone else." The old monk was stunned when he heard this, and then replied without hesitation. ===== CHAPTER 210 =====