The two agreed to start exploring the famous Lanruo Temple while it was still dark.
It is indeed a century-old temple. Even though it has been dilapidated for many years, you can still see its original majesty.
The entire Lanruo Temple covers an area of about ten acres, and is divided into front and back halls, as well as left and right side halls. There are only three inner and outer courtyard walls, but they have been in disrepair for a year, and the tree monster has used this as its nest for hundreds of years. For hunting, the vast majority of the area has been destroyed.
The whole body could barely be covered, and only the front hall was left. Even so, it was covered with cobwebs and thick leaves.
All that was left of the window was the frame, and the broken window paper was stubbornly stuck to it, but unfortunately it didn't have any effect.
Fortunately, the open space in front of the Buddha is quite fresh. From the extremely obvious traces of bonfires on the ground, it can be seen that there were people who stayed here before.
Going up the stairs, the second floor is extremely clean. No, it should be said that it is too clean. It feels like someone specially cleaned it not long ago.
Moreover, there are all tables and chairs here, and the ground is flat and wide. Not to mention that it ends here, even somersaults and a set of boxing skills are enough to be vigorous.
What’s even more amazing is that it’s on the third floor, and there are even ready-made beds.
Although it is covered with dust, it is obviously not a problem for those who are on their way.
Although Yan Chixia is greedy for money and lustful, those who can enter Taoism will definitely not be as good as me.
Mingxiu Monk calms down the results and is not heavy to start with.
I couldn't help but look at Gao Ning.
Since senior brother hasn't woken up yet, he can probably find a solution in the future.
Gao Ning inexplicably felt that the punch was punched in the air, and curled his lips in pleasure. I suddenly felt that Pang Pangdong was more naughty, a monk or something, and he had no mood swings at all.
In addition, other personal abilities do not seem to be applicable. No matter how strong the vitality is, no matter how strong the body is, the professional is also the counterpart, and it is basically a male ghost.
After waiting for a while and seeing if the other party made any movement, he gave two tentative calls.
In that case, the problem arises again.
Combined with the subsequent conversation between the two, my mind was spinning, and I still didn’t understand what happened.
"If you have a suitable cup, please bring a portable kettle."
Although the two of them came to the new world, they had made every effort to reach a big time. In the dream dimension, they had not collected many new dream islands sporadically.
I glanced at the position of the spout, pulled it down, and found that it was indeed filled with liquid.
Once the battle comes out, who dares to say that he is a warrior monk?
…
Male ghosts are even more ridiculous. During the day, they only have a jar of ashes. They have to work overtime and get off work in the evening. Once they pass the KPI assessment, they will be whipped and transferred to hell to get off work. Life is easy. It’s more difficult than being a donkey in the production team, and there are more ways to dream.
Moreover, there are very few people traveling to and from the martial arts world, and among them there are few monks who have traveled around the world.
"Is that so? Thank you so much!" Monk Mingxiu nodded: "Can this make a fire?"
After I walked down, I swept the gravel next to the stone slab with my feet, and placed the rice ball wrapped in plastic wrap about seventy centimeters away from the fire.
It's just me, the village is empty, and even then there are only a few hundred households. Guobei Town, where evil people gather and business is prosperous, has a population of only a few thousand people.
It's just that except for a little fight at the very last moment, that guy was paddling from beginning to end, trying to trick the master. He was simply not a fighter among the burdens, and had no use value at all.
"Even if the troublesome thing outside is just the tree demon grandma, I will be like these male ghosts. I am afraid I will not have a fuel-efficient lamp. The great monk has the power to tie a chicken..."
First of all, the ability in the dream dimension is of little use in that world. Apart from obtaining some physical objects and daily necessities out of thin air, other than gold and silver, the rest is just to collect intelligence from the dream space.
After saying that, Gao Ning was suddenly stunned.
Although I wanted to go, the only things I could count on were the energy in the dragon balls and the telekinesis ability under my body.
Monk Mingxiu's voice suddenly came from in front of him. Gao Ning turned around and realized that the sky had turned dark tonight.
Zen Master Baiyun is one of those sober monks who stays outside the temple all day long, eating fast, chanting Buddha's name, and reciting the Death Sutra. I am superb in Buddhism and have all kinds of magic at my fingertips. I am obviously a little master in Buddhism.
"You don't know much about that trick, you just need to be careful in your actions..."
From the looks of it, I'm afraid I really have to prepare one.
For this reason, I even mobilized part of my telekinesis ability and stored it, preparing to simulate the golden light spell and turn myself into a golden man when I used the formation.
"Senior brother, I'm afraid you won't be optimistic anymore!"
Monk Mingxiu was surprised: "What's wrong?"
Moreover, among practitioners, only four out of ten people have the habit of meditating instead of sleeping. If their minds are empty and they are half asleep and half awake, they are even more likely to dream.
As for the protagonist, Zen Master Baiyun has not succeeded in cultivating Buddhism. Even if he has not achieved Arhat status, he is probably only one step away.
Mingxiu's eyelids twitched. The bad thing is that as a young Buddhist cultivator, my self-restraint is still wrong. She pursed her lips and swallowed back the words that came to her mouth. She said a moment ago: "Senior Brother Zhi, is it possible that I don't have the ability to protect myself? After all, his identity is that of a warrior monk!"
Gao Ning picked through those dreams and selected the right ones. After making a series of magic modifications based on the martial arts novels and related movies he had watched, he finally combined with afterimage boxing to create his own Dolin Arhat formation. .
The reason why dream latitude is called latitude is that it is small and magical.
"Senior brother, is that... the art of gathering mustard seeds into the beard?"
When you were walking around just now, you saw that several gutters under the eaves were very clean. You will pick them up later and boil them with a kettle before you can drink them! "
Anyway, there is not much difference between the two in the eyes of outsiders, but the other party is preconceived, so why waste time explaining it again, the effect is different anyway! Startled by the sudden flames, Monk Mingxiu took a step forward consciously, but then his expression calmed down. He asked questions about everything, and took out seven rice balls from his waist bag with his backhand.
All you need to do is clean it casually and spread these straws on it, which will definitely give you a good night's sleep.
Monk Mingxiu said: "And you must have remembered correctly. It will rain lightly at Lanruo Temple that night after the plot ends.
Dryad Granny is a thousand-year-old locust tree spirit that doesn't even have a brain, and has no concept of sleeping at all. During the day, it simply transforms into its original shape, receiving sunlight and rain and dew to thrive, and only comes out to herd male ghosts and harvest flesh and blood at night.
I saw Monk Mingxiu standing at the door, and said with a fierce face: "Senior brother, since your head has woken up, let's eat first. When you came here, you brought some seaweed and soy sauce rice balls. You just wanted to cool down. Who would have thought that I forgot to bring a lighter and broke it for a long time, but still failed to light the fire? Is it because I know that there is nothing I can do about it, senior brother?"
Monk Mingxiu had a serious expression, and he knew what he was thinking.
Gao Ning answered directly, but he wanted to hide it. He just felt that creating something out of thin air was more unacceptable than a storage ring or something!
The corners of Gao Ning's mouth turned up, obviously he understood something and was always looking forward to what would happen in the evening.
So I clasped my hands together, chanted the Buddha's name loudly, turned around and walked back to the small hall.
"It's just water! Drink it, worry!" Gao Ning shrugged, took out a gourd himself, and Gudong Gudong took two sips.
"Oh? Which aspect does he mean?"
The only thing that can be lethal to ghosts and even dryads is probably the Nian ability combined with the Flowing Water Rock Breaking Fist.
But now the direction of developing abilities is to control time.
"Uh... that's right!"
Gao Ning took a careless look and found that the wood turned out to be a loose table. Seeing the fresh creases under the table legs, he couldn't help but glance at Monk Mingxiu.
At that point, Monk Mingxiu finally couldn't bear it anymore.
Gao Ning is good at making moves, but as soon as he makes a move, I can see that the Liushuiyan Shattering Fist is definitely a Buddhist martial art, so I will naturally believe in the identities of the two.
"That's just a weak tone!" Gao Ning interrupted me and said: "When it comes to Hanhu, his positioning from the beginning is either a strong chicken or a bad guy?"
Gao Ning was shocked. Does it take so long to create a martial arts?
When he was about to rock me down and up, Gao Ning raised his palm and made a pause motion.
Thinking of that, Gao Ning couldn't help but look forward to it.
Low Ning said: "I only brought rice balls, did you bring any water?"
Only then did Monk Mingxiu realize that I was deep in thought.
"able!"
As for Yan Chixia's scroll, what does it matter to her? Is this the job of a dream come truer?
"It's better to be prepared!"
"What's there! The bonfire is very standard!" Gao Ning shook his head, and suddenly with a flick of his finger, a telekinesis projectile as big as a grain of rice flew out. The bonfire was lit with a bang, and the entire small hall was instantly illuminated. Bright as day.
Gao Ning couldn't help but admire him: "He's really well prepared. Do you really think it's about surviving in the wild?"
I suddenly discovered that the skills under me were really not of any general use.
"Senior brother?"
"It's so troublesome!"
Knowing that the world is collapsing and that gods and Buddhas are the reason, Gao Ning's dream dimension seems to have lost its suppressive power. It is limited to a radius of one kilometer away, but directly Lanruo Temple is the center of the circle, covering eighty or seventy villages and towns in the distance.
Thinking about it that way, it's outrageous that the Lord of Dimension's heaven-defying skills are useless outside of that world except in the body of death!
All the time I had was devoted to cultivation, and I had no time to dream.
The two walked back to the small hall, and sure enough, there was a big bonfire piled up in the middle of the stone bricks on the first floor.
"It's bad, he was thoughtful! It's actually necessary. After all, customers come first. You dreamers can not only protect them from danger, but also provide food and clothing!"
When Monk Mingxiu saw me mid-sentence, he froze on the spot and was confused.
After much calculation, the only one who could make a profit was the great monk Shifang.
Thinking of that, Gao Ning paid attention to what he was talking about, but was actually immersed in the dream dimension.
Gao Ning shook his head, grabbed his butt, pulled out a small red gourd out of thin air, raised his hand and threw it over.
In this case, I can just be a bad literary monk with peace of mind and follow the plot. By the time Da Die appears, it will be too late for him to express himself freely.
The expressions of the two people once again changed slightly from the main hall.
However, dreaming about that kind of thing is first of all aimed at living things. Only things that are not alive and have no cerebellum can dream.
"Did he bring dry food?" Gao Ning narrowed his eyes, and when he saw the matter-of-fact look on Monk Mingxiu's face, he couldn't help but gesture with his little finger.
