"Oh right, Master, I also found some good things from Shaman Sect's Great Elder Ba Tu.”
At this moment, Xia Ping seemed to have thought of something. He smiled slightly and immediately took out a golden gift box."It seems that Great Elder Ba Tu bought the Tianshan Snow Lotus from somewhere. It's a full 300 years old. Presumably, this would be of great benefit to the recovery of his master's injuries.”
He had wanted to go to other places to find precious herbs to help his master recover from the battle with the Black Cult Master. He did not expect to find a 300-year-old Tianshan Snow Lotus on the Shaman Sect's Great Elder without any effort. This was simply heaven helping him.
His master had given him a great debt of gratitude, and he would definitely repay his master for teaching him.
Moreover, the Tianshan Snow Lotus was not very useful to him. Even if he consumed it, he would only gain a few decades of inner force.
According to his current cultivation speed, he would only need to cultivate for a few years at most. Therefore, the Tianshan Snow Lotus was only of little value to him.
"This, this is too precious. This is what you obtained from Shaman Sect's Great Elder Ba Tu. It should be your spoils of war. You can just consume it yourself.”
The Guru was shocked and touched. As expected of his disciple. He didn't hide such a precious treasure and even chose to hand it over to help him heal his injuries. This was the pure heart of a Buddha.
If it was an ordinary person, they would have hidden it long ago. Why would they choose to hand it over? Moreover, this was human nature. There was nothing to blame.
However, he still declined. After all, he was only an old man in his seventies or eighties. Even if he did not have any injuries on his body, he probably could not live for too long. Wasn't it a waste to consume this precious medicinal herb?!
"No, Master, you're only seventy years old. You're still young.”
Xia Ping waved his hand." It's said that there was once an eminent monk in Tibet who lived to be more than 150 years old. Master is only 70 years old now. He still has 80 years to live. How can he be considered old? He's still far from it."”
"According to what you said, Master is still a young man?”
Hearing this, the master was instantly amused. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He had lived for so long, but this was the first time he had heard someone say that he was a young man.
"That's right. In my eyes, Master is just a young man.”
Xia Ping nodded seriously. He looked at the other elders and motioned for them to help him.
"Exalted master, please agree to junior brother Jiu Mozhi's request. This can be considered his kindness, so you shouldn't reject it.”
"That's right, Exalted Master. You've worked hard for our Ningma Sect. No one would dare to say anything wrong with consuming this Tianshan Snow Lotus.”
"That's right, that's right. There's no need to decline. Master still has a life. We hope to listen to Master's teachings in the future.”
One by one, the elders stood up.
"Sigh, you guys are really too much. In that case, I'll accept the Tianshan Snow Lotus.”
When the Ningma Sect Master heard these words, he felt that he could not refuse, so he agreed. He felt that taking in this disciple was not in vain, and his painstaking teaching was not in vain.
However, Xia Ping's harvest from killing these Shamans was not just that. He also found martial arts manuals related to Shamanism such as the "Seven Cultivator's Finger" and "Seven Fiend Palm" from Great Elder Ba Tu.
These martial arts secret manuals were considered the martial arts mysteries of Shamanism. They were extremely precious and were not inferior to the Bone Melting Soft Palm.
However, these secret manuals were too vicious and had many side effects. He did not plan to cultivate them. He just wanted to take a look and broaden his knowledge and vision of martial arts.
After all, he knew all the martial arts in the world, and he had a huge disdain for his martial arts cultivation. He would not let go of any opportunity to increase his martial arts knowledge.
Apart from martial arts manuals, he also found a lot of gold, silver, and jewelry from these Shamanic disciples.
There were also the hundreds of heavy crossbows. These were weapons of mass destruction in the army and would not be easily leaked out. With these weapons in Ningma Sect's possession, they could be considered to have a certain degree of self-protection.
Even if he were to be surrounded by many peak Houtian experts, he would still be able to kill them.
It was impossible for the Tibetan king to sell such a weapon to the Ningma Sect.
It could be said that Ningma Sect would also increase their strength to a certain extent because of this.
"However, even though Shaman Sect's Great Elder Ba Tu and the others are dead, they will not let go of the fact that they attempted to commit murder in Tibet and killed my disciple so easily.”
The Ningma Sect Master's eyes revealed a cold light.
"Master is right. Fortunately, junior brother Jiu Mozhi is strong. If he was weaker, wouldn't he have been killed?!”
"Indeed. Any Tom, Dick, or Harry dares to lay their hands on our Ningma Sect. Do they really think that our Ningma Sect has no one?”
"This time, we must teach that Shaman a lesson!”
"Do they think that we can't do anything to Mongolia, which is thousands of miles away? Our Ningma Sect's influence is spread throughout the entire Western Regions. This time, we'll definitely make Shamanism suffer heavy losses.”
Many Ningma Sect elders were filled with killing intent. They felt that this was only the beginning and not the end.
If their Successor Disciples were killed in the city of Lazar, if they did not take revenge, what prestige would their Ningma Sect have in the Western Regions? Would anyone still respect them?
Therefore, even if the Shamans were thousands of miles away, their Ningma Sect had to kill them.
For a time, the forces of the Ningma Sect moved. Orders were issued to kill Shamanic believers.
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