Watson shook his head and replied softly: "How is it possible? Today is my second day of climbing, and I have to continue tomorrow."
Hua Yu frowned and asked, "Why isn't my brother as miserable today as he was yesterday? There isn't a single scar on his body?"
Watson smiled bitterly, put away his epee, sat at the table and replied: "When I climbed to the mountainside of Guan Mountain today, I had something in my mind, so I communicated with the master, and then I figured out something..."
Hua Yu thought about the scene that happened during the day, and couldn't help but ask: "Today, the sky is full of Buddha's light in the temple. It is so dense that it cannot be dispersed. Even the small courtyard is filled with thick Buddha's light..."
Hua Yu originally wondered if today's miracle was performed by her brother on Wentian Peak, but thinking about Watson's appearance yesterday, which was worse than death, she thought how could this be possible?
How could a person who had just started to gather energy and practice create such a big stir in Yunqi Temple?
If this was true, I'm afraid Master Liaochen would have come to your door long ago.
Watson touched his stomach and said, "I'm hungry. Has my sister cooked?"
From his point of view, now that he has a space container, he has to go to the Zhaitang tomorrow morning to ask for some steamed buns to take with him, so that he doesn't have to starve every day to practice.
Hua Yu nodded: "The meal is ready, let's talk about my practice first."
In her opinion, it is unbelievable no matter how you look at it, she wants to learn the Buddhist mentality from her useless brother. Who would believe it?
However, Master Liaochen told him that only his brother Watson could teach her.
This made her feel deeply frustrated, but she also had some surprises. My brother has finally embarked on spiritual practice. If my parents know about it, they will feel relieved.
Maybe Nalan Qiuxue from the academy won't be so disgusted when she sees her brother's appearance in autumn?
Watson looked at his sister in a daze and thought she had been hit.
At that moment, he comforted her and said, "Eat first. After I wash up, I will give my sister the first step of my heart."
After coming back to his senses, Hua Yu nodded, got up and went to the kitchen: "How high do you think I can reach in cultivation in autumn?"
When Watson heard this, his hand shook and the cup almost fell to the ground.
Looking at his sister's back, he said calmly: "My sister does not specialize in Buddhist techniques. If she can practice to the beginning, she is already good."
After all, the purpose of my sister's practice of Buddhist mental methods is only to reduce the pressure when breaking through situations and overcoming tribulations in the future, instead of relying on the formless body to repair her broken body like him.
One of them is a rabbit and the other is an eagle. There is no comparison at all.
Hua Yu was not angry either. After all, she had never thought of practicing Buddhist techniques to perfection.
What a terrifying body that would be?
The two of them finished their meal quietly. While Hua Yu went to wash the dishes, Watson spread out pen, ink, paper and inkstone. He wanted to write the first layer of his thoughts to his sister.
When Hua Yu heated up a large bucket of hot water and called Watson to temper her body, Watson handed her the copied mental method.
He said quietly: "Tonight, sister, let's start the first body tempering... Tomorrow you go to my master, he should give you the iron armor..."
"Then what?"
Master Hua took the mental method that Watson handed her and asked, "Am I going to climb Yuntian Peak with you tomorrow?"
"No!" Watson shook his head: "Sister, you have to start practicing this mental method of "The Formless Dharma" before going mountain climbing, otherwise you will only feel as uncomfortable as I did on the first day."
After all, he had experienced it once, and he didn't want his sister to come down from Wentian Peak in a bloody mess like him.
After all, the purpose of my sister's cultivation is different from my own.
Watson didn't expect his brother to be so considerate, and he was embarrassed to quarrel with him again.
Immediately, he put away his thoughts, turned around and walked out of the house. As he walked, he said, "Then I will try it and see how you were dying yesterday. Just take a medicinal bath. Is it that uncomfortable?"
Watson was stunned and didn't say anything at the moment. He picked up the Buddhist scriptures on the table and began to read them seriously.
It was finally a peaceful situation now, and he didn't want to make this little witch angry again.
However, when a miserable cry came from Hua Yu's room, Watson couldn't help but sigh.
He said quietly: "This has just begun, can't you stand it?"
No matter how proud Hua Yu was at the Golden Core Realm, she never imagined that this body-tempering herb would be so terrifying, and that she would feel pain like a knife even if there were no wounds on her body.
But my brother yesterday was a bloody mess. You can imagine what it feels like.
Thinking of this, even the charming daughter of Phoenix Mountain couldn't help shouting loudly: "I don't believe it."
A body tempering experience that was worse than life could not break the golden elixir realm Hua Yu overnight, but it allowed her to sleep peacefully, and allowed Watson to read Buddhist scriptures peacefully all night.
After attaining enlightenment in the mountains, he finally understood that he had to read more Buddhist scriptures.
He went to see more collections. Fortunately, there were many Buddhist scriptures in Yunqi Temple, and the master allowed him to enter and leave the scripture building.
Today is the day when Watson became enlightened, and it was also the night when Hua Yu changed her destiny.
No matter whether it is Phoenix Mountain or the academy, how can any woman practice Buddhism's physical method? Return it to her, the first person.
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It was raining lightly in the early morning, so Watson took off his hat and raincoat and went out.
I went to the dining hall to eat, and asked my senior brother to wrap up some steamed buns, and then walked through the rain and fog on the mountain to go to Wentian Peak.
Even if it's windy or rainy, it can't stop me.
The road to Yunqisi Mountain is high and dangerous. Although it is summer, when it rains, the sky is still full of fog. The woods in front of Watson and the Wentian Peak above are shrouded in rain and fog.
He could only see the three feet in front of him.
I thought to myself, God, why don’t you do this? I’m only on my third day, and you’ve given me the rain and fog all over the sky.
Before standing on the stone steps, he habitually concentrated his true energy on his left leg and took a firm step forward.
Because of the heavy fog, he refused to try the method that his master taught him yesterday. He carefully looked at the road. If he missed the mark, he would probably fall to his death.
He didn't dare to gamble.
Thinking about what the master said, no matter whether there is a miracle or not, whether it is windy or raining, my practice cannot stop.
He was already at the peak of his energy gathering. Although the heavy sword on his back was still heavy, it was not as difficult to move as it was on the first day.
I don't know if it's because he used medicinal herbs to temper his body, or because he broke through three realms in two days.
In short, Watson in the rain broke a branch from the roadside so that he would not have to crawl on the stone steps with his hands.
This is considered a small progress for him.
While walking hard in the rain, a gust of mountain wind blew by, making the mountains and forests of Jiangwentian Peak whine. Even during the day, there was an eerie and inexplicable aura.
For a moment, Watson had a look of shock on his face because he thought of the black snakes in the temple cave.
That time gave him inexplicable terror, making him froze when he looked at the stone steps in the fog and the trees around him, and he almost wanted to turn around and go down the mountain.
Because he felt the same aura in the cave behind the temple, and although Watson was brave, he was very timid when facing gods, ghosts, snake demons and the like.
Even her younger sister would laugh at her since she was little.
Amidst the gusts of gloomy wind, there was a low roar in front of him like a soul-eating monster, which made him unable to stop feeling fear in his heart. He felt as if his feet were weighing ten thousand kilograms, and he wanted to escape from this place.
What secret does Tianfeng have?
Yesterday, the Buddhist scriptures on the stone steps came to life and were recited in my ears. Today there is no sound of Buddhist scriptures, replaced by soul-eating demons filling the sky.
If it weren't for the Yunqi Temple behind him, he would have even doubted whether this place was on earth or hell.
Watson didn't know what kind of pain the fog ahead would bring to him. At this moment, although he suspected that the three thousand stone steps had turned into a huge illusion, he couldn't find a solution.
So he opened his eyes wide and stared blankly at the stone steps in front of him hidden in the rain and mist.
He asked softly: "Master, are there any monsters on Tianfeng?"
A moment later, Chen's voice came to his ears: "This is Yunqi Temple, where do the monsters and ghosts come from? Or are you at work in your heart?"
Liao Chen was stunned for a moment, and then scolded: "You are so powerful and confused. Yesterday you were able to see the world with your heavenly eyes, but today the rain and fog captivated your heart?"
Upon hearing this, Watson couldn't help shouting: "The road underfoot is slippery, and the disciples are afraid of falling from the mountain..."
Liao Chen shouted loudly: "If you regard the front as the other side, there are evil ghosts chasing behind you, and there are evil waters blocking the way in front, do you still want to fight for it? Or are you willing to be drowned in the sea of suffering?"
Hearing this, Watson felt like a wake-up call. He immediately closed his eyes and roared angrily: "I would like to uphold the Dharma with one mind in order to pursue the supreme path. If I am a Buddha, the hell will not be empty. I swear I will never become a Buddha..."
As he roared, a Buddha's light suddenly shone around him, like a bright lamp lighting up in the dark night, lighting up the three-foot stone steps in front of him.
Watson closed his eyes and gathered strength in his eyes... Although the stone steps in front of him were a gray world, he was no longer afraid in his heart.
Holding the branch in his right hand and holding the flower in his left hand, he took a steady step forward with his injured left leg.
So, Liao Chen, who walked out of the Buddhist hall, witnessed a magical scene again.
On the Wentian Peak shrouded in heavy rain and fog, there was a faint golden light on the three thousand stone steps, slowly going up.
If there is a pedestrian in the depths holding a lantern, walking slowly in the darkness.
"It's so good. This child Huasheng really has deep roots of wisdom. He is like a god and Buddha walking in the world, and he can always bring us joy."
At this moment, not far behind Yu Liaochen, the gentle voice of the white-bearded old monk rang out.
After hearing this, Ling Chen turned around and clasped his hands together, and replied with great feeling: "As a disciple, I only need a bright light to move forward."
The white-bearded old monk nodded and said with a smile: "I think he may not be able to complete the goal you set for him before autumn."
Liao Chen sighed and replied helplessly: "So what, this is the first step in his journey of thousands of miles. The abyss under Wentian Peak is still waiting for him."
The white-bearded old monk couldn't help but frown when he heard this. Looking at Watson on Wentian Peak, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
"You decided to let him practice under the abyss? That is a forbidden place for Buddhist disciples. No one can enter and no one can defeat him. Are you sure he can do it?"
Even the white-bearded old monk was shocked by Luo Chen's decision.
Liao Chen retracted his gaze from Yu Feng and replied to the white-bearded old monk, "Senior brother, would you like to sit down and have a cup of hot tea so that we can discuss this matter in detail?"
The white-bearded old monk sighed: "Then make a pot of tea and let me listen to your reasoning."
When the two of them entered Chen's Buddhist hall and stood guarding a pot of tea, Liao Chen thought about it and said, "Because he chose that sword."
The white-bearded old monk frowned and replied: "But, how old he is now, even if he is not in the foundation-building realm, he may not be able to wield the heavy sword, right?"
Liao Chen nodded: "For him, the heavy sword is just used to temper his body and help him practice the formless body. I prepared a bamboo sword for him."
After saying that, he took a purple bamboo sword from the Buddhist altar behind him and handed it to the white-bearded old monk in front of him.
Then he said quietly: "Let him practice with the bamboo sword first, and then use the iron sword..."
The white-bearded old monk sighed heavily upon hearing this: "Are you expecting too much from him? You haven't even begun to understand the meaning of the sword that weighs lightly, but you are anxious for him to understand the meaning of carrying weight lightly? "
Liao Chen smiled faintly and said: "My disciple was born with a hard life. Since he possesses the power of the Formless Dharma Body, it is better to suffer even more."
While the two were chatting, Hua Yu's voice sounded outside the Buddhist hall: "Master Liaochen, I'm here again."
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