Zen Master Wu Xin didn't have any objections to the change of Jin Jing. The two of them continued to chat while eating. When they were about to finish dinner, Lin Xiaolu suddenly asked another question.
"Master Wuxin, if you come here to fight me, which one do you think is more powerful, my internal power or the spiritual power of a cultivator?"
Zen Master Wuxin thought for a moment, and then said bluntly:
"The internal strength of the Little Deer Donor is actually quite good, but the functions and effects are currently too simple. It can only strengthen the body, or release it to meet the enemy, or use the internal strength to protect itself and form an air shield. Therefore, the poor monk feels that the internal strength It’s not as good as spiritual power at the moment.”
The young man was immediately depressed when he heard this.
Just when he felt a little unhappy, Zen Master Wuxin continued to speak:
“Actually, the little deer donor doesn’t have to worry.
The spiritual power of heaven and earth has existed since ancient times, and monks of our generation have inherited it for thousands of years. The use and research of spiritual power have already reached the extreme.
And this internal power has just appeared and has not been thoroughly studied, so it is naturally not as good as spiritual power.
As long as the little deer donor is willing to follow up, given time, the internal strength will not necessarily be inferior to the spiritual power of heaven and earth. "
The handsome duck on the side also nodded repeatedly: "Yes, boss, it's all like this. When a new thing appears, it will definitely not be as good as the old thing, but as long as you work steadily and study slowly, who will be strong and who will be weak in the future will really matter." If you can’t tell, just take your time.”
Lin Xiaolu nodded after hearing this.
Okay, then take it slow. Anyway, I am now invincible among my peers. At the age of sixteen, my abilities are as good as those of the monks in the Dan Formation Realm. They are so awesome that I am afraid of them.
"Donor Xiaolu, are you ready to leave tomorrow?" Zen Master Wuxin suddenly asked with a smile.
"Yes." Lin Xiaolu nodded and said, "Master, we will go to the Yellow Sky Mirage in a few months. I promised the head sister to go back before the Yellow Sky Mirage starts."
Wuxin smiled when he heard the words and praised: "With Xiaolu Donor's strength comparable to that of the Danjie realm, he is definitely the strongest among the younger generation of the six immortal sects and Taoist sects."
"Haha, that's right." Lin Xiaolu said with a happy smile: "I will definitely be awesome by then, and then I will be able to perform amazingly every day in the Yellow Sky Mirage. I am really excited just thinking about it, hohohohoho~"
Zen Master Wu Xin looked at the silly young man with his blind eyes. He couldn't help laughing for a moment, and continued to ask with a smile: "When will the little deer donor plan to return to Emei?"
"Tomorrow."
Lin Xiaolu took two mouthfuls of rice, puffed out his cheeks and smiled: "But before returning to Emei, I want to go to Winter Melon Village first to see the place where I grew up when I was a child."
The last time Li Mingru came, Lin Xiaolu had already asked about the location of Donggua Village and learned that it was in a small country called Song State. He wanted to see if the storyteller was still there.
At the dinner table, Master Wuxin heard what Xiaolu said, smiled and nodded, and then asked:
"Little Deer Donor, do you still have money on you?"
Lin Xiaolu was stunned.
After feeling his reaction, Zen Master Wuxin understood his current situation.
Shangguan Shiliu is gone, and Xiaolu's money has been spent long ago.
"Master, it's okay. I'll just go do some legitimate small business after I get down from the mountain."
"what business?"
“Ask people for money in a friendly way.”
Zen Master Wuxin was almost not happy when he heard this. He was angry and funny and took out a package that had been prepared long ago from the rosary beads.
"Little Deer Donor, my practice pays attention to the Dharma of the Wealthy Couple. Little Deer Donor is not an ascetic, and it is not okay to be penniless. Here are a few boxes of dust-washing pills, and more than a dozen taels of silver, which the poor monk earned from treating the villagers down the mountain over the years. "
"Ah, Master, this is not good." Lin Xiaolu was a little surprised. He knew about these pieces of silver. Zen Master Wuxin often treated some villagers, and the villagers would give him some money. Zen Master Wuxin didn't want it. But the villagers insisted on giving, so it was hard for him to refuse.
Most of the villagers at the foot of the mountain were not rich, so the money given to them was not much. Most of them were scraps of copper. After decades, the total amount was only a dozen taels of silver. Zen Master Wuxin had not touched any of the money, and now he actually gave it all. Own.
"The little deer donor can just accept it. The poor monk is used to being pure and has no need for these."
Lin Xiaolu was stunned when he heard this, and then thanked Zen Master Wuxin very touchedly.
That night, he and Shuai Shuaiya finally slept at Wuxin Temple. Early the next morning, Lin Xiaolu finished washing and had his last breakfast, then put a cloth bag on his back and stood outside Zen Master Wuxin's meditation room, listening to Listening to the clear chanting in the Zen room, he gave him a heavy fist, and then went down the mountain with Shuai Shuaiya.
At this point, the young man left the dilapidated temple where he had lived for two years, said goodbye to the Wuxin Zen Master who had been taking care of him, and set out again.
In the future, Zen Master Wuxin will always be his elder mentor, second only to Li Mingru and Mr. Storyteller.
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Three days later, on a mountain trail somewhere in the mortal world.
It was hot summer and the heat was unbearable. A girl carrying a long sword walked through the dense woods, wiping the sweat from her forehead along the way.
Soon, after traveling all morning, the exhausted girl saw a tea shop in the distance, and she suddenly felt happy.
The tea shop was spread out beside the road, surrounded by a few old-fashioned benches. At this moment, some passers-by were sitting here to rest and drink tea.
The girl, who was about fifteen or sixteen years old, walked excitedly to the tea shop and smiled at the tea shop owner: "Auntie, give me a bowl of herbal tea."
"Three pennies."
The girl paid the money quickly, then took the herbal tea and drank it happily.
She was already thirsty after traveling all morning. As soon as she took in the refreshing herbal tea, she suddenly felt comfortable and said "Ah~" happily.
The girl came to a table with herbal tea and sat down. While drinking, she looked around at the tea guests. She found that most of them were ordinary people, including farmers, hunters, and scholars rushing for exams.
The scholar among them was holding a book and reading, and then his eyes glanced at him from time to time.
Humph, you prodigal son!
The girl snorted disdainfully, turned around and refused to talk to the scholar, and continued to drink her herbal tea.
Soon after the herbal tea was finished, she was about to ask the shopkeeper for another bowl, when suddenly there was the sound of fast horse hooves in the distance.
People drinking tea in the open-air tea stall were stunned when they heard the sound of horse hooves, and then they saw several men riding tall horses appear.
These men were all holding knives and had fierce faces. As soon as they appeared, they surrounded the guests in the tea shop.
People were frightened and screamed when they saw the shining sword. The scholar was even frightened and got under the table.
The girl was also very frightened. She held her sword tightly in her hand and hesitated whether to resist.
At this moment, a one-eyed dragon with an eyepatch was riding on a horse, holding a knife, looking down at everyone, and then laughed:
"Grandpa is a horse bandit from Qingcheng Mountain. He always only seeks money and does not hurt anyone. You all obediently hand over your money and I promise that everything will be fine!"
Everyone in the field was frightened, but the girl who had practiced martial arts for several years was a little hesitant.
Seeing that everyone was starting to pay for their lives without daring to speak out, a weird laughter suddenly came from the distance!
"Ho ho ho ho ho!"
Everyone in the field was startled by the sudden shouting, and then they were stunned to see a little Taoist priest wearing a navy blue robe running over with a duck.
The little Taoist priest was young, only fifteen or sixteen years old. He rushed into the field and laughed at the horse bandits on horseback:
"Grandpa is a bandit from Mount Emei. He always only seeks money and does not hurt anyone. You all obediently hand over your money and I promise that everything will be fine!"
