Wilderness.
The God Ascension Tribulation had already begun.
In the territory of Yinshang, in an inconspicuous valley, there was a thatched cottage.
"I don't even have a single patient. I'm a little useless as a traditional Chinese medicine doctor.”
Inside the thatched cottage, a thick layer of dust had already formed on the medicine rack.
Du Zhong helplessly pulled out the acupuncture needles from the wooden head.
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for inserting the needle 100,000 times. You have reached the pinnacle.”
Ear-piercing mechanical sounds rang out, but Du Zhong did not care. Ever since he had transmigrated to the Primordial World, such sounds had been ringing out one after another.
Of course, this voice came from one of his systems, the Chinese Medical System.
This system was relatively simple. As long as he did anything in the theory of Chinese medicine 100,000 times, it would reach the pinnacle.
Of course, traditional Chinese medicine encompassed many things. Medicinal soup, acupuncture, massage, tonic food, as well as the planting, collection, brewing, conditioning, fitness, and so on…
Not far from here!
Zhao Gongming, a disciple of Jie School, was on his last breath on his mount.
His mount, the black tiger, was running at full speed.
Blood kept flowing out of the corner of Zhao Gongming's mouth. Anyone who saw it knew that he did not have much time left.
Not far away from him, there was an old Daoist wearing a white Daoist robe. His eyebrows were fluttering, and his forehead looked like a Luohan fish. He followed him unhurriedly.
"Zhao Gongming, you've been hit by the Nail Head Seven Arrows Book. Today is the day you die.”
Hearing this, Zhao Gongming looked back with difficulty and said in a broken voice,"
"Dipamkara, you…your Chan School, let…let Lu Ya stab people in the back. You're really vicious.”
After saying that, Zhao Gongming only felt sorrow.
When he was still a Heavenly Emperor, he was the head outer disciple of the Tongtian Sect Master.
This time, he had come out of the mountain to help Zhou attack Zhou. He had fought until he was like a rat running away. None of the twelve Golden Immortals were his match.
However, who would have thought that Chan School, as a disciple of a Saint, would actually let an unspecialized Lu Ya attack and use such a despicable method.
I don't have much time left, so I just want to return to the Three Immortal Island. Firstly, I want to return the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors, and secondly, I want to inform my sisters.
The other party still wouldn't let him go?
After his death, the three girls would definitely come out to seek justice for him.
However, since Chan School dared to use such shameless methods, it was difficult to guarantee that they would use other vicious methods.
His three younger sisters were in trouble!
"I…I hate it…"
Dipamkara, who was standing behind him, stroked his long white beard and said with a smile,
"Zhao Gongming, you want to return to Three-Immortal Island and return the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors, right? Also, you want your three sisters to stay on Three-Immortal Island and not leave the mountain, right?”
Dipamkara smiled and continued,
"To be honest, the saint of our Chan School has long calculated and asked me to wait here. It's already certain that you and your brother will be on the rankings. You will die today.”
Hearing this, Zhao Gongming gave up!
The other party had calculated everything so thoroughly. There was no way he could escape today.
He lowered his head and looked at his mount, which was foaming at the mouth, before commanding it to land on the ground.
Looking at the surrounding scenery, it was really a barren land with barren mountains and rivers. The top of the mountain was bare, and yellow soil was flying all over the sky.
He was going to be buried here!
He turned around and saw a valley in the distance. There was a family in the valley.
It was a simple thatched cottage and a fenced courtyard.
He didn't expect that there would be a family in this barren land. It was really a good place to escape from the chaos and troubles.
Seeing that Zhao Gongming had stopped running, Dipamkara smiled and descended. He then took out the 24 Sea Calming Pearls.
This was something he got from Zhao Gongming, it was the key to his future dao vindication.
"Fellow Daoist, it's time to go!"
Zhao Gongming looked at the light emitted by the familiar 24 pearls, and his thoughts were complicated.
He was about to die under his magic treasure.
The black tiger beside him obviously knew that its master was going to die today.
It lay beside Zhao Gongming and let out an unwilling cry towards the sky,"
"Roar ~~~~"
However, this sorrowful cry alarmed an existence in the valley.
A huge eagle flew up from the courtyard in the valley. When it spread its wings, it was more than five meters wide.
This body was not considered big in the Primordial World, but it let out a long roar in anger.
"Screech ~~~~"
This sharp, high-pitched, resonant, and mournful voice that resounded through the clouds shook everyone's eardrums.
What followed was an unparalleled pressure. It was a vast pressure comparable to that of a Saint.
It was as if 3,000 gods and devils had leaped out of the chaos.
The entire world suddenly fell silent, and time seemed to freeze.
Whether it was the sound of mosquitoes or the chirping of birds, they were no longer there. It had become quiet.
Dipamkara was one of the 3,000 guests of the Purple Cloud Palace. He had only experienced this pressure when Hongjun was in the Dao Integration.
At this moment, the 24 Sea Calming Pearls were in mid-air, but his spiritual sense connection had been cut off.
His head was buzzing from that shrill cry.
All the magic power in his body had dissipated. How could he have the time to maintain the Sea Calming Pearl?
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