Chapter 210: The Mystery of Reincarnation

"No one else? Did they abandon me and run away, or were they led away by other things?" Kang Wuhen muttered a few times after hearing this, feeling somewhat suspicious. But after thinking for a moment, he carefully asked the old monk another question:

"May I ask the senior, how exactly did Master Jialan arrange all this back then?"

"It seems the benefactor is still somewhat suspicious of this old monk. Very well, I will explain it roughly." The old monk smiled slightly after hearing this and explained unhurriedly:

"Back then, Master Jialan, as a Nascent Soul cultivator, had an incredibly long lifespan, reaching over a thousand years. But even so, there is eventually a day when the lifespan is exhausted and the great limit arrives.

The original body had finally cultivated to the Nascent Soul realm, so how could he be willing to abandon everything just like that, fall into reincarnation again, and go be an ordinary person for who knows how many lifetimes?

Fortunately, the biggest difference between Nascent Soul and Golden Core is the ability to use the method of 'soldier-disintegration' to allow the Nascent Soul to carry a bit of true knowledge and actively reincarnate, seeking the possibility of re-awakening the memories of the previous life in the next life.

So, before the soldier-disintegration, Master Jialan actively prepared this secret realm for his reincarnation.

Whether it is me in the secret realm, or the maps and other hidden items in various places in the secret realm, they are all to guide the reincarnated person to find this place, so that he can hand over all the treasures he cherished back then to his reincarnation."

"What about the Jialan Secret Key? How could Master Jialan be sure that the reincarnation would definitely be able to enter this secret realm?" Kang Wuhen couldn't help but ask again.

"Very simple. Since the original body actively chose soldier-disintegration back then, he could roughly predict the area where he would be reincarnated. Otherwise, how could those few keys have been easily discovered by the cultivation sects here in the Great Ming Prefecture?

As for whether the reincarnation would be able to enter this secret realm, the original body also made some arrangements for this, but what specific means were used, I don't know either. After all, I am just a wisp of divine sense imprint of the original body back then, but I estimate that the original body also had the idea of taking a gamble." The old monk replied honestly.

"Then how did the senior determine that I am Master Jialan's reincarnation, and what was the spell you cast on me earlier?" Kang Wuhen nodded and asked solemnly.

"What I cast earlier was the Soul-Summoning Great Technique, a secret technique specially left by the original body for me. It is to transmit some memory fragments of Master Jialan hidden in this wisp of my divine sense directly to the reincarnation, to help him break through the womb-confusion of reincarnation and find the true knowledge of the previous life again.

As for how I knew the benefactor is Master Jialan's reincarnation, that is even simpler. Look clearly."

As the old monk spoke, he fished the Buddhist bead from his sleeve again, held it with one hand, chanted a few Buddha names, and shook it toward Kang Wuhen.

The next moment, the golden blood in the Buddhist bead suddenly flashed, flickering like a golden firefly, looking very strange.

Almost at the same time, Kang Wuhen felt the blood in his whole body begin to boil. With his face flushed red, a blood-pattern symbol vaguely appeared between his eyebrows.

Seeing this, the old monk smiled slightly and put the Buddhist bead away.

"So that's how it is. Then, as long as I refine this thing, will you definitely take me to Master Jialan's treasure vault?" After Kang Wuhen's blood returned to normal, he looked at the golden blood in the Buddhist bead opposite and thought carefully about the old monk's words. He didn't find anything wrong with them, so he couldn't suppress the burning heat in his heart anymore and couldn't help but ask the old monk.

"Of course. Once the benefactor refines this thing, you will be this old monk's original body, that is, the true Master Jialan. Everything here originally belongs to Master." The old monk replied very frankly.

"Good, give me the thing and tell me how to refine it. In this life, one should gamble. With such a great opportunity in front of me, if I were still hesitant, why cultivate immortality? I'll gamble!" After Kang Wuhen thought it over again, he finally slapped his thigh and said, reaching out his large hand toward the old monk.

"Benefactor's wise decision! It seems this old monk doesn't need to continue waiting anymore.

Refining this thing is very easy. Just crush it and swallow it directly, then operate the technique you practice, and it will drive the magic power in your body to automatically refine it." Seeing this, the old monk chanted a Buddha name and handed the Buddhist bead in his hand over unhurriedly.

Since Kang Wuhen had made a decision, he didn't dawdle anymore. He took the Buddhist bead, put it to his mouth, and crushed it with all five fingers.

A drop of golden blood fell directly into his mouth and was swallowed.

Then, Kang Wuhen sat cross-legged on the spot and began to refine this drop of golden-yellow blood.

The old monk stood to the side, waiting quietly.

In one direction of the mountain range, a dozen disciples of the Thousand Bamboo Sect and the Jin Gang Temple were gathered together, besieging a nest of seven or eight monsters resembling pangolins.

Although these monsters were not too large, each was covered in thick scales. No matter how spells or artifacts hit them, they could only leave a little skin wound and couldn't truly seriously injure these monsters.

Under a large tree behind these monsters, there were a few pale silver spiritual mushrooms, swaying gently with the wind.

Whenever someone wanted to sneak close to these silver spiritual mushrooms, these monsters would desperately rush over regardless of anything. Even though the two sects had many disciples, they couldn't do anything about these few monsters for a time.

A sturdy monk from the Jin Gang Temple, who was urging a white ring-blade-like artifact to slash out white saber shadows toward these monsters, suddenly moved his ears, stopped his hand, and asked a green-robed disciple of the Thousand Bamboo Sect beside him: "Fellow Daoist, did you hear anything?"

"What? I didn't hear anything?" The Thousand Bamboo Sect disciple who was asked also couldn't help but stop his sword attack, looking confused.

"No, something is coming from far away over there, and the movement is very large. Oh, I have practiced a little 'Heavenly Ear' secret technique and can hear sounds from very far away." The sturdy monk first shook his head, then pointed in a certain direction, his expression solemn.

"What movement could there be? This place has already been explored by us once. Most others have gone deep into the mountain range, and it's impossible for there to be too many demonic path people here." The Thousand Bamboo Sect's green-robed disciple frowned after hearing this.

But just in case, he still pinched a spell with one hand, wisps of white clouds appeared on his body, and he flew directly into the sky.

At an altitude of dozens of zhang, this Thousand Bamboo Sect disciple looked toward the direction pointed by the Jin Gang Temple monk.

But a moment later, his expression changed drastically, becoming bloodless. After his lips trembled a few times, he shouted to the crowd below:

"Run! There are many demonic path flying boats coming from that side, at least over a hundred of them." ===== CHAPTER 211 =====