Walking out of the dark red wooden barrel that looked like blood, the magic weapon monk's body was filled with mist. He stretched out his hand to clean the monk's robe and put it on. He had already cleaned the Buddha pattern that Brother Fayuan had painted for him with bodhi liquid.
After the demon was killed, he no longer needed to rely on Buddha patterns to resist evil objects. He could safely practice in seclusion and upgrade his cultivation that had been stagnant for decades to the late fifth level.
What he cultivates is pure "Buddha's power" and is not contaminated by external objects. It is especially important to maintain a pure state of mind.
After walking out of the simple cave, the young monk who served him went in to clean up.
More than two thousand monks of Tianchan Stone Temple temporarily lived in a mountainous wilderness, excavated caves according to local conditions, and built simple stone temples to worship the statues, tablets, and ritual implements of the Buddha, ancestors and eminent monks. He is not like Fa Dang, who presides over the old stone temple. As long as his disciples are there and the scriptures are there, the incense can be passed down completely.
The sect's new residence was still being inspected, but he didn't ask. It could be anywhere, as long as the place was big enough for quiet practice.
Arriving at the main hall of the stone temple, after offering incense and saluting, the magic weapon sat cross-legged on a futon in the open space on the side. He put his palms together towards Fayuan who opened his eyes and said, "Senior brother forcibly controlled the earth-shaking bow. His spirit has not yet recovered. He did not leave more time to cultivate and hurried back. What to do?"
Fa Yuan clasped his hands and returned the greeting, and whispered: "As the menstruation day is approaching, I wanted to find a few more good seedlings, so I went back early."
The magic weapon was speechless, but Brother Fayuan kept it in mind and ran all the way back. He always insisted that "cultivating Buddhism is one's own business." Elders at the level of ancestors should not interfere with the affairs of the disciples below. If you find it troublesome and a waste of time, other monks will be there to discipline and discover talents.
Fayuan knew that Monk Wu did not agree with his approach, so he changed the topic and said: "Junior brother, besides practicing, besides the Diamond Sutra, you can also read more other scriptures and specialize in one subject, or you can do it appropriately. Reading all the classics will have some benefits in improving your state of mind."
The magic weapon bowed slightly: "Junior brother, I have written it down."
Fayuan knew that Monk Wu didn't really listen, so he couldn't persuade him any more. This involved the issues of "Buddha's power", "Buddha's heart" and "Buddha's Dharma". They had differences, so he stood up and said with a smile: "I'm going to say goodbye to my brother. I'll wait for you." When the host returns, you have to talk to him."
"Junior brother, I'll give you a ride."
The two of them walked down the mountain, then took off and headed south.
Fairy view.
Zhang Wenfeng walked slowly around the bronze lamp in the secret room. When he was awake, he thought about it for a few days and decided to let the prototype of the soul give up the continued expansion of the small world of Zhenhun Hall through the obscure connection between souls and choose to stabilize the existing ten. A five-mile radius area.
The bigger the place, the more energy and mana it takes.
He was worried that with his current cultivation level, he would be unable to succeed and would suffer consequences that would outweigh the gains and losses. It's better to bite off more than you can chew, so take it easy and settle down.
With a plan in mind, he stopped walking, sat cross-legged on a jade tree cushion, used both hands to use the magic formula that Mo Ye had taught him, and shot out a stream of cyan magic power onto the bronze lamp, working together with the prototype of the soul in the Zhenhun Hall to worship. .
Ancient ghost patterns appear on the surface of the bronze lamp, and the dim light fades in response.
Time is like water, passing quietly.
A ray of water fell on the top of the fairy mountain and turned into a girl in a pink skirt.
"Haha, you are all here. I have made a fortune. I held a promotion banquet at the beginning of the year. You unloyalty people all went away and hid on purpose, right? Today I 'accidentally' bumped into you, and you deserved it. Take out the gift you got as soon as possible, I don’t care about the ones in front..."
Xiao Ni'er floated into the west hall and looked at the room full of people. She was so happy that her sharp teeth were exposed. Yang Shuilan raised her hand and gave the little money fan a brain tease. It was too embarrassing for her as a queen. The higher the cultivation level, the more exposed the little guy's nature was, and he even cared about his own people's pockets. Zhao Zhuer took out a handful of sparkling beads from his sleeves and said with a smile, "My name is Zhu'er Empress."
"Empress Zhu'er is the best."
Xiao Ni'er rubbed her forehead, but it didn't hurt. She hurried away from her mother-in-law and took the beads with both hands with a smile on her face. Anyway, she was not the first to call "Mother Zhu'er". If she had a gift, she would be free of charge. She looked at Yun Qiuhe again. , exaggerating: "Sister Qiuhe is so beautiful, the carp spirit will be unable to walk when she sees it, and the geese in the sky will fall down and hit her on the head..."
Everyone laughed.
This person who has no ink in his belly came up with a new twist on "Sinking Fish and Falling Wild Goose".
Yun Qiuhe quickly took out a gift and blocked the little guy's mouth. Whether he said something nice or embarrassing, it was hard to say. It was a matter of luck. The little guy was very thick-skinned and would not dare to say anything meaty or vegetarian.
Yue Anyan didn't wait for Xiao Ni'er to praise her, she already stuffed the treasure into the little guy's cuffs and pinched his little face.
Yang Shuilan looked at Xiao Ni'er who was happily counting the treasures, and asked: "You have advanced to the fifth level. When will you return to Willow Branch River and concentrate on your cultivation and stop playing around?"
Xiao Ni'er shook his head a lot, "The Liuzhi River pond is too small to accommodate a dragon like me. I'd better practice at Bolan Lake. Besides, if I go back to Liuzhi River, my uncle will dislike me and say I'm a hindrance." Let you live a small life."
"You just want to be lazy and have fun, and find ways to cope with it. More than three hundred years have passed very easily. If you want to advance to the sixth level, you can't do it without hurrying up."
"I know, I know, my dear, you worry so much, be careful about getting wrinkles."
Xiao Ni'er giggled and dodged to the side, avoiding the blow from the empress, and shouted: "I'm going to visit Senior Tao Niangzi in the secret place to see Qian Jing and the others. There are many things to do. I'm going to find Wei Jingjie. Let's go. Already."
She said she was going to leave, turned into water and flew out the door.
If she didn't take advantage of the promotion and have fun for decades, she would feel like she was at a loss. Isn't the purpose of practicing immortality just to have fun until the end of time?
It would be embarrassing for someone like the master of the temple to be in seclusion and practice for many years, leaving such a beautiful lady alone.
Before looking for Wei Jingjie, she first played with Shan Nier, Hu Qiang'er and the always busy Chou Liande for more than an hour. She heard that Lu Zijin had returned to the demon clan's territory a few days ago, which would have made the scene even more lively.
She grabbed Sha Nier's peach blossoms and pinned them in her hair. The two peach blossoms complemented each other. She felt very beautiful. She just returned it before leaving. The stingy and pouting Sha Nier said she had not been a robber for half a year. When I asked Wei Jingjie about it, he readily agreed.
When the two entered the secret realm, the sun was still high.
Outside the Peach Blossom Valley, Lady Tao appeared. She was very happy to see Xiao Ni'er who had been promoted. She smiled and said, "Xiao Ni'er is still affectionate and has a sense of justice. You know how long you, a lonely old demon like me, are going to stay here this time?"
She led the little girl towards the place where the peach blossoms were blooming, ignoring the man looking outside the valley.
Xiao Ni'er raised her head and said with a smile, "Stay a little longer. Sister Tao, how are my two friends' meridians opening up? The master is in retreat, so I'll stop by to see them."
She was waiting to ask questions for Wei Jingjie.
She had already developed the ability to read people's emotions, and she could tell that Lady Tao didn't want to see Wei Jingjie. "It's good to stay a little longer. I'll take you around to have fun. Maybe one of the three waterfalls in the secret realm is destined for you?"
Lady Tao revealed a little bit, she really liked this cute little carp, so why not let the little carp go if it was something beneficial? He said: "Your two friends are making good progress. It is estimated that in another ten years, the meridians will be almost completed."
"Sorry for bothering Sister Tao, I would like to thank Sister Tao on behalf of the viewer."
Xiao Ni'er heard the news revealed to her by Lady Tao, so she had to live in the secret realm for a longer time.
She was very curious about the benefits of having a sixth-level demon say "fate".
