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Chapter 130 Know too much and you will die

"What good thing is there in the Demon Slaying Conference? It can make these people squeeze in even if they sharpen their heads? It will kill people." Shen Qinglan always felt that this Demon Slaying Conference was a bit strange.

It is said that they are fighting for territory, but the territory they are fighting for does not belong to individuals.

If the human cultivators on those contested islands are victorious, then all human cultivators can go there at will, and those big monsters will not come to attack the human cultivators.

In this situation, if someone is weak, it would be easy for something to happen, right?

"Monk." Shen Qinglan kept her head down while handling the seafood, as if she didn't hear what she said.

"Ah?" The monk looked up, his expression a little unnatural.

Shen Qinglan stood up suspiciously and walked to the opposite side of the monk, "You monks don't lie, right?"

The monk touched his nose and laughed twice, "Of course it is."

This kind of guilty conscience made Shen Qinglan even more suspicious.

"I consider you a friend."

Monk:……

Why has the topic become serious?

"The young monk also regards Don Qinglan as a friend."

"Then tell me, what else is there about the Demon Slaying Conference that I don't know but you know. It's strange, you said before that you were ordered by the master, so why did your master let you enter the nine-story demon tower?"

Shen Qinglan saw the monk's somewhat troubled expression and suddenly realized that she had talked too much.

Probably because they have been hanging out so much lately, she has forgotten that friends also need a sense of boundaries.

After realizing this, she immediately waved her hand, "Don't say it, don't say it. Just don't say it. It has nothing to do with me. It has nothing to do with me, right? You won't cheat me, right?"

The monk immediately shook his head. "Young monk, you can take an oath in your heart and you will never do anything to harm Qinglan's benefactor."

"Yeah, that's fine. I won't ask. Knowing too much is not necessarily a good thing."

She also sat aside and began to process the seafood that the monk had brought back. "I just talked too much, so don't take it to heart. Let's move on."

The monk tore off the abalone shells and collected the shells in one place. These are the materials for making talismans.

"Actually, there's nothing that can't be said." He thought for a moment before speaking.

Regardless of Shen Qinglan raising her hand to stop him, the monk told him what the master wanted him to do in a few words.

"There is a talisman at the top of the nine-story demon tower that is about to expire. I came here just to go to the top and change the talisman."

Shen Qinglan:......

The monk continued, "Originally, this matter was really not allowed to be known to outsiders, because it is related to the survival of the nine-story demon tower."

Shen Qinglan's curiosity finally popped up, "Your master and this nine-story demon tower?"

"This tower was made by him and two friends, but for fear of being exploited by someone with ulterior motives, he only told the outside world that it was made by the master of the weapon refiner, because the master of the weapon refiner is nearing the end of his life and will die soon."

"Is your master also a Talisman Master?" Shen Qinglan finally grasped the key point.

The monk nodded, "He should be the only ninth-level Talisman Master still alive in Tianyuan Continent."

Shen Qinglan: It turns out that the monk’s master is such a powerful boss!

"Back then, my master, a formation master, and the weapon refiner worked together to build this nine-story demon tower. However, thousands of years ago, both the formation and the talismans were worn out, so someone had to enter the tower.

replace."

Shen Qinglan thought about something, "So the East China Sea Alliance doesn't know about this either?"

The monk nodded, "No one in the East China Sea knows about this matter."

Shen Qinglan's heart was beating wildly, and she began to hate herself for talking too much, "Monk, please stop talking, I really don't listen anymore. I'm afraid my life will be lost!"

No one in the entire East China Sea realm knew about this. She just built a small foundation, but she was still going to die.

But the monk smiled and said, "You don't know how uncomfortable it is for me to suppress this secret every day. Now that I have told it, I feel much happier. Unfortunately, I can only relax for a long time after I tell it. I will continue to suppress it tomorrow."

"There's something wrong with you!"

How can I go back in time for one minute? Shen Qinglan wants to go back to a minute ago. She wants to go back to the house and sleep without asking any bullshit questions!

"You already know it, you can't get rid of it."

Shen Qinglan stood up and said, "I want to go back to Tongjianmen. I won't participate in the demon-slaying conference."

"You can't go back, you must go back to the Western Regions with me first."

Shen Qinglan:......

The monk is obviously still the same as before, but why does he look so scary now?

Seeing Shen Qinglan's expression, the monk felt that what he just said might be exaggerated, "Don't be impatient, listen to me slowly."

"I beg you don't say it!"

The monk became anxious and promised, "If you still feel you don't want to go after hearing this, then don't go. Make a vow not to tell anyone about it, and we will pretend that what just happened didn't happen."

Shen Qinglan glared, "Why didn't your master make you swear an oath not to tell anyone about your inner demons, and now he lets you harm me here! Why do you ask me so much?"

The monk laughed loudly, "I had this idea a few days ago and wanted to tell you, but you would be angry after knowing it, so you didn't dare to say it. I thought it would be best to ask first when you thought about it."

Shen Qinglan was helpless, the monk was a real dog, "I'm so stupid that I really asked!"

The monk waved his hand and said, "Nothing, nothing. I will keep my promise, little monk. If you don't want to go, I won't force you."

"Then tell me, dying early or dying late will mean death."

"It's really not that exaggerated. Just listen to me first."

Shen Qinglan was still angry, "Tell me, tell me."

The monk said seriously, "Why didn't my master tell us not to tell it? Naturally, he needed me to tell this matter."

Very well, neither the monk nor his master are normal people.

"I just said that the three masters of weapon refining, talisman making, and formation formation have joined forces. The weapon refining master did not find a suitable descendant to inherit his mantle until his death. The family master and the formation master have descendants, but the repair of the nine-layer demon

The tower’s weapon refiner hasn’t appeared yet.”

Shen Qinglan was puzzled, "The weapon refining is the same as your formation talisman, and its durability is extremely long. Why do magic weapons give birth to weapon spirits? It takes thousands of years to accumulate, and magic weapons are not that easy to break."

The monk nodded, "What about tens of thousands of years later?"

"Tens of thousands of years from now?!"

"My master has accepted many disciples over the years who are well qualified and talented in refining weapons. I hope to find a few monks among them who can repair the nine-story demon tower."

Shen Qinglan pointed to herself, "Me?"

The monk nodded, "You have good qualifications in the single spirit root. It will not be easy for you to cultivate to the point where you can become a god and die. You have a chance to attack the Mahayana. What's more, you are still learning to refine weapons."

"You are Amitabha Temple, you are a group of monks, and I have a disciple!"

"It doesn't matter. Many of the other people my master is looking for are from the sect's lineage. They are said to be disciples, but they are actually responsible for teaching and have little to do with our Amitabha Temple."

Shen Qinglan understood clearly, "It means that your master and the formation master have recruited a group of people. These people must have good spiritual roots, have the opportunity to cultivate to the Mahayana stage, and be talented in corresponding techniques? But just for

Build a tower?"
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