The beauty of the sunrise is in the world.
Facing the rising sun, Zhang Wenfeng slowly landed on the reef. He was about three feet away from Lu Yuanyuan, a scholar in white shirt who was admiring the sun with his hands behind his hands. The clear water followed his master, and the three of them quietly watched the sun slowly setting out to sea.
The morning glow dyes the waves, and the thin clouds spread over the sky.
After a long time, the scholar in white shirt praised: "The sun is shining brightly when it first rises, and the mountains and rivers are like fire. The sunrise and sunset are like beauties dancing. They are all beautiful scenes in the world!"
This example was used to show his scholarly style. Zhang Wenfeng echoed: "Once in the world, the sun is shining brightly. I will never forget it." He introduced his apprentice to Lu Yuanyuan.
Lu Changyuan saw that Daochang Zhang did not bring the young scholar whom he deliberately recited a few words the day before yesterday, but the apprentice. He understood in his heart, and supported the woman who was bowing in salute, and took out a flawless spirit engraved with the pattern of mountain wind and dangerous peaks. A jade jade with the words "Autumn in the Heaven and Earth" engraved on it is given as a gift to the younger generation.
Zhang Wenfeng motioned to his apprentice to collect it. It was not a valuable item. He chatted with the scholar about the beautiful sunrise and walked towards the viewing pavilion a hundred feet away, which was ventilated on all sides. He had already seen two monks sitting with their knees facing each other, closing their eyes and chanting sutras. It was very strange. situation.
Seeing that Lu Changyuan walked in without hesitation, Zhang Wenfeng followed him into the pavilion.
The sound of the sutras was like rolling thunder, deafening and deafening. The invisible power of thought was vibrating and surging in a space of three feet, but it did not spread to the outside. The two monks moved their tongues and mouths without moving. I don’t know what sutra they were reciting. The old monk’s voice was warm and continuous. Monk Wu sings about brutal killing.
Two different mental powers are mixed together, entangled and fighting, and they are training each other.
Lu Changyuan's body was surrounded by a faint water-like white light, rippling slightly, discharging the impact of his thoughts on both sides without affecting the two monks' chanting. A playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he looked at Taoist Zhang who walked in as if nothing had happened. The power of invisible merit in his body only fluctuated slightly and then subsided. There was no other means of protection, and he seemed to be savoring the sounds of different scriptures.
He was a little surprised, and became more and more confused about the Taoist priest in front of him.
Shui Qingru, who walked in a step behind, could not move forward even half a step after entering the observation deck. Her ears were filled with two completely different Zen sounds. There was a look of pain on her face, her soul was shaking violently, and her whole person was under invisible pressure. .
The feeling of heavy tearing and suffocation but no way to break free made her face desperate death in an instant.
This seemingly peaceful pavilion is filled with murderous intent and numerous crises.
Zhang Wenfeng turned his body sideways, stretched out his right index finger, slowly touched his apprentice's forehead, and silently recited the scripture: "If a person can always be quiet, everything in heaven and earth will return."
The invisible and gentle power of thought flows from top to bottom, washing over Shui Qingru's body, freeing the woman from trouble.
In just two breaths, the water was as clear as time, and it experienced the two realms of life and death.
She didn't even remember how to exit the viewing pavilion, and her body was covered in sweat. She caught a glimpse of the ethereal and illusory Taoist charm and tranquility, and instantly immersed herself in it, closing her eyes to comprehend.
Zhang Wenfeng nodded in approval, and he deliberately moved a little slowly, so that Shui Qingru was caught off guard and was in danger.
The master had evil intentions, oh no, he had good intentions. He happened to give his apprentice an unforgettable opportunity.
Very good, children can be taught.
Lu Changyuan smiled and shook his head. It was rare for a master to cheat his disciples anytime and anywhere.
He understood clearly that Taoist Zhang was a master of chanting sutras, so he could use such a method to eliminate the danger for the woman without affecting the two monks' chanting of sutras. His subtle control over the power of sutras was difficult for two monks to control. He was really a master!
Zhang Wenfeng pinched the beads with his left hand in his sleeve and walked slowly around the corner, silently experiencing two different thoughts that originated from the same source but collided with each other. He would not get caught up in it. The opportunity was rare. He was trying to figure out and learn from it. Different uses of mind power.
When three of us travel together, we must be my teacher.
Lu Changyuan looked at the two monks facing each other in the opposite corner, then at the thoughtful Taoist priest, and then glanced at the slender woman outside bathing in the morning sun with her eyes closed in meditation. It seemed that he was the only one with nothing to do.
Sit down, take out the tea set, wave your hands to condense the water, boil the water to make tea, and feel content.
After he finished the pot of tea and slowly drank it, the only sound left in the pavilion was the old monk chanting sutras. The Zen sound was like an ancient song. The violent karma on the monk's body was gradually drained away, and the treasure was solemn.
Lu Changyuan felt that his ears felt much better, and the white light around him dissipated. He saw Taoist Zhang coming over to sit down, boiling a pot of tea again, and said: "We traveled to Duxian Island and were chased and intercepted many times. The magic weapon killed us one after another. Ten fourth-level monks, at least a hundred third-level and second-level monks, and quite a few mortals were affected.
Those guys were very unreasonable and not very powerful. They took advantage of the opportunity and wanted to kill us. They used formations, poisons, witchcraft, and ghosts. They used all kinds of methods. It took more than a month to stop. We wandered around. After walking around for a while, I saw that I couldn't find any fourth-level monks with whom I could have a lively conversation. I felt it was boring, so I headed to the Eastern Continent.
It’s not that we don’t want to live in your island city. The magic weapon is contaminated with bad karma and has too much evil energy, which is prone to trouble. He spends his time chanting sutras by himself every day, with little effect. Fortunately, Master Fayuan does not care about the loss and helps him recite sutras these days. eliminate. "
Zhang Wenfeng smiled and revealed: "The karma on Master Dharma's body affects mortals who were killed or injured, not three or two thousand, but seven or eight hundred, right?"
Lu Changyuan showed a trace of embarrassment on his face and said with shame: "He got angry and I almost stopped him. Those guys were so hateful. They deliberately attacked in crowded places in the city."
The battle was bloody and the whole town was in ruins. There were almost no living people on the island. It took him a stand-in puppet to bring the magic monk back. Now that he thinks about it, it still feels so dangerous that he almost couldn't give it to God. The old monk of Zenshi Temple explained.
Zhang Wenfeng held a moment of silence for the thieves cultivators on Duxian Island. It was not good to offend anyone, but he offended two masters like these.
The magic weapon monk inadvertently helped the Eastern Continent gain at least ten years of peaceful development.
I don’t know how many of the five monks that Monk Fayuan spent so much effort and effort to change their souls and bodies were killed or injured?
It's a complete mess and there's no way to care about it.
The two drank tea and chatted. Zhang Wenfeng told Lu Yuanyuan that he had asked Daan and Dayi but had no news about the thousands-year-old immortal dragon bone.
When the sun rose three poles, Chu Qing'er also flew over, and Tu Kun stayed behind to guard the city.
The two monks sitting cross-legged in the corner also ended their strange way of chanting sutras, opened their eyes and stood up. The aura of the magic weapon monk was calm and no longer aggressive. He took three steps back and saluted with his hands together: "Thank you, senior brother!"
The voice lacked the murderous spirit of Jin Ge.
Monk Fayuan put his hands together and returned the gift: "Junior brother, you're welcome." I don't know what Fu'er said to Fa Bao. The great monk who looked like an iron tower bowed and said "Yes". Monk Fa Bao walked out of the pavilion and walked straight outside to wake up from his thoughts. Shui Qingru, who didn't dare to come in again, looked up and down in front of him and said in a daze: "Punch me."
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Shui Qingru backed away with a vigilant look on her face. She was very wary of this fierce monk.
Zhang Wenfeng said in the pavilion: "Apprentice, the master wants to give you some advice on your martial arts cultivation, just do it."
After the master spoke, Shui Qingru felt relieved. She took a deep breath and turned a Jiugong Fist into a stabbing move, hitting the monk who was a head taller than her hard on the lower left chest. "Bang", Shui Qingru Being hit by a huge repulsive force, he was thrown more than ten feet away. He staggered a few more steps and made a series of pits of varying depths on the rocks before he stopped.
The chest rises and falls, and the blood surges.
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