Looking at the closed door of the old Taoist temple, Henry Zhang secretly rejoiced.
Last year, at He Guangjun's repeated invitation, he secretly went to the Western Continent and wandered around the edge of the Meteorite Canyon for a few days. Remembering the mountain chief's warning, he hesitated and did not dare to cross the Thunder Pond. Then he quietly returned to the Eastern Continent to replace his senior sister in the capital. He is in charge of the arrest department and always pays attention to the news from the Western Continent.
As a self-proclaimed swordsman, it is really a test of one's will to resist the temptation of a sword from heaven and earth.
Everyone has pretentious thoughts in their heart, thinking that they are a danger to others but an opportunity to themselves.
There are more than 1,500 monks in the sect, and currently there are 35 people who have advanced to the fifth level. As far as he knows, there are several people who have secretly gone to the Western Continent, but Mr. Lu is the most unlucky. He stayed in the Falling Star Canyon for a long time and was killed by his master. Caught him right.
Chatting quietly with Shi Nanguan and Brother Zhuang on the side, waiting for Mr. Donkey to come out.
Most people had relaxed expressions on their faces.
About half an hour later, the black door creaked open, and Lu Zijin came out with a rare frown and full of worry, and shouted: "Xuan'an, your master asked you to come in."
Zhang Xuan'an's head thumped, and the secret secret was broken. Who was the villain?
He hurriedly grabbed Senior Brother Zhuang's hand and shook it vigorously: "If something happens later, please help me out of my fellow sect's sake."
Zhuang Yu nodded with a serious face. Seeing Zhang Xuanan walk into the hall with a heavy face, he hurriedly went to find his wife.
Everyone gathered around Lu Zijin to inquire about the situation. Xiao Ni'er squeezed to the front, looked at Junior Brother Lu's forehead carefully, and said with a smile: "It's okay, the master of the audience didn't knock your head." Many people couldn't bear it. Zhu chuckled.
Lu Zijin sighed, cupped his hands listlessly and said, "Thank you all for coming. The master of the temple has ordered me to retreat for thirty years. I am not allowed to leave the Juyi Hall. On the day I leave the retreat, I will invite you to drink again." "Master Donkey, thirty years." Years are nothing, they pass quickly."
"Yeah, we'll bring drinks to see you then."
"Yes, the temple owner didn't say we can't visit Mr. Donkey. Apart from not being able to go out, Mr. Donkey, it's nothing."
Hearing all kinds of heart-warming words, Lu Zijin hurriedly said: "Everyone with good intentions, except Lu Huan, Zhao Zhu'er, and Shan Zhang, please do not come to visit me. If you have something to say first, whoever wants to visit me, please give it to me." One year of retreat time will be added, and the visiting person will accompany you in retreat. Remember, remember!" Everyone looked at each other, this was a cruel move by the conservator.
You Mengchang, who was behind the crowd, chuckled sinisterly, obviously not believing the donkey's nonsense. Lu Zijin quickly added: "There is also You Ye who can go and visit."
Accompanied by Lu Huan, Zhao Zhuer, Shan Zhang and You Meng, Lu Zijin returned to the Juyi Hall. Lu Zijin showed his true colors, stretched out his hands and feet and leaned on the large chair. He drank a bottle of wine to calm his shock and shouted: "But It scared Mr. Donkey."
"What did the temple master say?"
Zhao Zhuer asked Lu Huan to boil water and make tea.
Throwing away the wine bottle, Wen Zijin looked a little sad and said: "The temple master ordered me to advance one level before ascending, and then I will take care of the two fifth-level monks from the sect to survive the small calamity." He glanced at the three people, Said: "You guys have to help me, it won't be too difficult."
Using solitary confinement as a punishment is just an explanation to the outside world.
The concentration of spiritual energy and various resources in the lower realm are limited. If the sixth-level monks want to improve their cultivation, there are not many good ways except to spend time and hard work. Lu Zijin is required to advance to the mid-sixth level in less than a hundred years. This is Punishment is even more important.
You Mengchang chuckled and said: "The master of the temple makes the thunder loud and the raindrops light, and even the punishment is so unique. Mr. Donkey, I will help you build this place into a thunder-inducing energy gathering array, and then refine a sixth-grade protection for you." Treasure, you can prepare the necessary materials, but you can’t do anything else.” “Thank you, thank you very much, Master You, I can repay the favor later.”
Lu Zijin sat up and shouted.
Zhao Zhu'er smiled and said: "I have collected a lot of materials for the Thunder Elements and put them together for Junior Brother Lu. If I were asked to advance to the mid-sixth level in the lower realm, I wouldn't be able to do it."
"There are several treasure houses in the back mountain. If you need any materials, please ask, Mr. You."
The mountain chief also said that he had a chat with the temple owner last night. Except for Lu Zijin, the temple owner meant that he was in Zi
Yuanshang favored several monks who have the potential to advance to the sixth level. Today, the temple leader will take this opportunity to talk to them one by one, provide encouragement, and exert different pressures to prevent them from being lazy and relaxed.
After cultivating to the fifth level, there is a 30-50% chance of ascending to the upper realm, but how can the sixth level be guaranteed? After talking with Zhang Xuanan, the temple owner called Shi Nanguan in again.
After asking about the printing and sale of Taoist scriptures, Zhang Wenfeng looked at the old disciples who had spent more than a hundred years correcting and correcting the Taoist classics. They have the power of scriptures in their belly. Monks can change their innate physique and destiny through different ways.
He didn't understand deduction and arithmetic, but he could sense that Shi Nanguan had developed mental powers similar to the canopy of merit and virtue.
It is a "ray of light" hidden behind it. It is as intangible and qualityless as merit, and has endless magical uses.
"With the help of this round of Jingyao, do you have the confidence to advance to the sixth level in the lower realm?" Zhang Wenfeng sat cross-legged on a straw futon and asked the old disciple opposite him with a smile.
Shi Nanguan knew that he could not hide it from the eyes of the master, so he smiled happily. For more than thirty years, no one in the sect had noticed that he was carrying the radiant light of scriptures. He said: "Disciple does his best, try to use it when possible. The next impact breaks through."
"Just do your best, for yourself and for the sect."
Zhang Wenfeng used different methods with different disciples, and then chatted about Taoism for a while.
Later, Zhang Guanzhu summoned Di Po, Ye Weiyin and others, all of whom were talented people who had high hopes or could break through the situation.
After staying in the sect for three months, he had an in-depth conversation with Yue Anyan, who had gone to the Capital Rain Division a few years ago to take up the post of Duyi. He needed to understand the status of his senior sister and what kind of protective measures he would prepare later to deal with the tribulation.
Qian Jing is still practicing and accumulating, preparing for the fifth level.
Zhang Wenfeng encouraged her not to be anxious and to spend more time on practice. He did not have high requirements for Qian Jing. She only needed to advance to the fifth level. When the time came, she would leave it to him to protect her.
One morning in early autumn, Zhang Guanzhu, You Mengchang, and Tu Kun quietly went east.
Not long after arriving at the treasure-sunken island of Shen Yuan Sect, You Mengchang took the lead in diving into the sea, found the underwater island, and activated a series of magic techniques. A huge stream of water suddenly collapsed downwards, forming a huge whirlpool.
"Don't move, just follow me in!"
You Mengchang waved his sleeves and used his soul power to roll the two of them into the whirlpool.
When they reappeared, the three of them were standing in the middle of a huge dark cabin, and there was the sound of "tick-tock" water on the ground.
You Mengchang suddenly reached out and grabbed it in the dark, and said with a smile: "You see me still want to run, come here." A group of black mist 30 feet away twisted and struggled and gradually became motionless, and was restrained and photographed by You Mengchang. When I got it in my hands, I crumpled it into a ball and put it away.
It is a third-level ghost specially kept by Commander You Meng a long time ago. After years of training by devouring various wandering souls that entered the cabin, it has advanced to the fourth level. Unfortunately, it has nowhere to escape and cannot change its final destination.
Passing through the dim passage, we came to another messy cabin.
You Mengchang pointed to a thick pillar full of patina embedded in the wall of the ship at the edge of the cabin, and said: "Master, with your current cultivation level, it will be much easier to practice this sword. When I separate a ray of soul, Power, use secret techniques to awaken this treasure."
As You Lao punched a bit of soul power into the pillar.
A wild-like aura came to life, and the cabin was filled with oscillating air currents. The violent sword energy poured out invisible, rolling like waves sweeping over.
