The thin monk's robes were slightly swayed. Every time he took a step forward, a lotus made of clouds appeared under his feet, and his entire body appeared a hundred feet away.
The lotus condensed like a solid object, and the fat monk followed closely and walked forward along the lotus in mid-air, but it took only a moment to surpass the good time.
He was greatly surprised when he saw the scene in front of him. He rang out the sword control skills in his mouth, shot out a thin sword, and chased after him with flying swords on his feet.
What is surprising is that the thin monk seems to be walking slowly in the courtyard, but no matter how hard Ren Liangchen tries to catch up, he can only see his back.
The more Liangchen chases, the more frightened he becomes. This movement technique seems simple, but it seems to also have a hint of teleportation. However, the teleportation technique consumes a lot of mana, so how can it be used for long distances?
What's more, the lotus flower actually has a short stay time, so that the fat monk can easily follow it, as if it is a mysterious formation!
After thinking about it, he still couldn't figure it out, but it aroused Liangchen's fighting spirit. He opened his mouth and took a breath, and the sword under his feet instantly turned into a thin line and was put into his mouth. There was a crackling sound behind him, and a pair of green and red wings instantly stretched out!
Although I have mastered most of the sword control techniques, I still haven't cultivated to the point where the human sword can be integrated into one, so I am more comfortable with using the Nine Heavens Movement Technique.
As soon as the wings are revealed, the big wings suddenly spread out, and then they flap with all their strength!
"Crack~" a thunder!
Liangchen's figure appeared a hundred feet away!
At the same time, his whole body had turned into blue and red, and his magic power was working at full strength. His wings flapped, like a colorful bird drawing a thin line in the sky and shooting towards the sky.
After February.
On the top of a cliff, three figures fell.
Walking in front were two monks, and behind them was a young man with wings on his back. It was Liangchen and the other three.
Except for the thin monk in the lead who had a calm expression, Liangchen and the fat monk behind him both had faces full of dust and tiredness.
Seeing the skinny monk's demeanor, Liangchen fell to the ground in admiration.
No matter how hard he tried along the way, he still couldn't catch up with the thin monk. He was slower when the time was better, and faster when the time was faster. The thin monk was always one step ahead with an unhurried attitude.
Although he only has the magic power of the golden elixir stage now, his Nine Heaven Body Technique has already been refined to a great level, and it has been integrated with the secret of Jingluan Transformation. With the combined power of the magic body, even ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators can hardly touch the back of his neck.
But the little monk was so calm and far ahead, and he even left a lotus for the fat monk to use. This was a bit incredible!
Liangchen is also a person who has seen the world, but such a terrifying movement technique would be unbelievable if he had not seen it with his own eyes!
On the way, he also tried to step on the lotus like the fat monk did, but it collapsed and couldn't be used. I don't know if it was because the cultivation method was different, or if he needed some special method.
The three of them chased each other and rarely stopped. It actually took them nearly two months to get here.
Looking at the mist-shrouded abyss in front of him, Liangchen suppressed his shock. He couldn't see a temple in all directions. He looked at the two monks with doubts on his face.
The fat monk must have sensed Liangchen's questioning gaze. He took a step forward to the edge of the cliff, then took a horse stance, and then took a sudden breath at the clouds and mist in the mountains!
For a moment, there was a strong wind, and the clouds and fog rolled in. A large sea of clouds fell into the fat monk's mouth like a whale sucking a rainbow. In about ten breaths, the clouds and fog in front of him had become sparse, and faintly visible on the opposite cliff. A wooden house hangs on the cliff like a hanging basket.
The fat monk continued to inhale for a while without stopping. All the clouds and mist within more than ten miles of Fang Yun were completely absorbed by it, and his field of vision suddenly became much wider.
An old wooden house hangs on a sharp cliff. The wooden house has been exposed to wind and sun for an unknown number of years, and many places on the surface have been severely worn with pits and pits.
There is a broken wooden sign above the door. The wooden sign is not big, but it is full of words. The words "basket", "ruo basket", "hanging"... can be vaguely seen.
Under the eaves next to the wooden sign, a hemp rope floats in the wind, and sometimes it is raised and hit on the wooden sign, making a soft banging sound.
The wooden door was ajar, and the faint sound of chanting sutras floated into my ears.
"Amitabha, please, please!" The thin monk clasped his hands together and walked towards the wooden house.
"Master please!"
"No wonder it's called Basket Temple. It's really shaped like a basket." Liangchen looked at this weird little wooden house and secretly marveled.
The three of them crossed the cliff and arrived in front of the wooden house. The thin monk stopped and took off the small brass clock from his waist. With a single finger, the small clock slowly grew in size, and finally became half a person tall. With one hand, he grabbed the hemp rope that was swinging randomly. He threaded it, pulled it, tied it, and loosened it. Then he suddenly reached back and grabbed the fat monk in his hand. He then lifted his waist with one hand and held his head with the other, facing Huang The bell was hit hard!
"Dang!" A melodious bell echoed among the cliffs.
After everything was done, he seemed very satisfied, put down the fat monk, pushed the door open and entered.
The first thing that caught the eye was a kind old monk with downcast eyebrows and beard. The old monk was holding beads and chanting sutras, as if he had not heard the bells or the sound of people at all.
"Master, my disciple is back!" The thin monk had just arrived in the room and was about to sit down on a futon on the ground when suddenly a roar came from behind:
"Master, my disciple misses you so much!"
The fat monk arrived first, and with a twist, he threw himself at the old monk's feet, like a wanderer returning home.
"In the past few years, my disciple has been thinking about it day and night, looking forward to completing the task as soon as possible and coming back to see the master."
"Elder brother is not here, and we are gone again. There is no one to serve you, and the apprentice has trouble sleeping day and night. Now we have gone through all kinds of hardships to bring the guest back, and finally we can always be by the master's side again..."
The fat monk became more and more emotional as he talked, and by the end his eyes were slightly red and he was almost crying.
Seeing this scene, Liangchen looked stunned. He suddenly felt that although this fat monk was lazy and lazy along the way, he was also a sincere person. He couldn't help but feel a little moved, but the old monk still closed his eyes and remained unmoved. After a while, he calmly said Opened his mouth:
"Keep your mouth shut and practice Zen for three years!"
Hearing this soft voice, the fat monk felt as if he was struck by lightning, and finally cried out with a cry of "Wow--"!
