Qi Ran was noncommittal after hearing the words, and cast his gaze into the depths of the blood pool. In an instant, there was no wind, and the waves rolled. Broken corpses rushed to both sides, and the blood rolled up into a large whirlpool. After a few breaths, a blood crystal the size of a thumb rose up. Up, as bright as a gem. Shomu's eyes lit up and he blurted out: "Master, this is a top-quality treasure for refining blood energy. King Luo? is so generous, so the origin must not be simple!"
Simple or not, in Qi Ran's view, he is just a frog in the well. The only thing that surprised him was that the ray of blood given by the Supreme Lord had such great power. Taoism has reached this level, and its magical power is so vast that it is beyond his reach. He was silent for a moment and did not touch the blood crystal. He flicked his sleeve and the object fell into the blood pool again. In an instant, everything was calm and calm.
Di Ling was as silent as a cicada, not daring to say a word.
Qi Ran looked at the broken limbs and arms floating in the blood pool, and asked casually: "When will King Naluo arrive?"
Di Ling said tremblingly: "About... there are still twenty or thirty days left..."
Qi Ran nodded slightly and said: "Okay, I would like to meet this person to see if he has three heads and six arms!"
He ordered Shomu to build a straw hut next to the blood pool to stay temporarily. The master and the disciple meditated and waited for King Luo to arrive. Di Ling didn't know whether to leave or stay. He didn't know what to do. He was worried all day long, fearing that the city gate would catch fire and damage the fish in the pond, which would cost him his life. Fear turned into panic, uneasiness turned into uneasiness, and he had to endure the day bravely. He cheered up and accompanied him very carefully. He lowered his eyebrows and served diligently. Whenever Qi Ran had any orders, he would not wait for Shao Mu to get up and get there first.
The steps were done properly.
Qi Ran's expression was as usual, neither stopping nor encouraging him. He occasionally gave Shou Mu some guidance on how to practice nirvana, and he never avoided others. When Di Ling heard it, his heart moved unconsciously. The master taught him clearly a very advanced method of practice. He listened with bated breath and kept his ears in mind. He practiced according to the law and made some superficial progress.
The lower-level monsters do not have access to the Dharma, and adhere to the nature of beasts, devouring each other to strengthen their blood. By chance, Di Ling heard a few words and embarked on the path of practice. He tasted the sweetness and was overjoyed. Suddenly, dozens of days passed, and King Luo did not show up. Di Ling received great benefits. He only hoped that the master would stay here for a long time, serve around him, and listen to the holy music day and night.
However, Qi Ran will not stay for a long time. King Luo is quite wise. He must have sensed something and sought advantages and avoided disasters. He gave up this blood pool and it will not appear again. A viper stings the hand, and a strong man relieves his wrist. King Naluo is also a decisive person. In time, he may stand out and become a well-known figure in the Swiss and French circles. As fate would have it, it would be the best thing to meet him, but it would be fine if he didn't meet him. Qi Ran had no intention of causing trouble for him, so he took the blood crystal into his hand with a casual move, called his disciples and left.
Di Ling felt lost in his heart and stared blankly at the two masters and disciples. Suddenly, his soul was filled with happiness. He rushed forward and knelt on the ground. He was so excited that he begged: "Please forgive me, please take me in. I am willing to serve the master, and I will ride on the horse and ride on the horse." Run and never complain!”
Qi Ran looked back at him, pondered for a moment, and said, "You have a predestined relationship with Buddhism. Since you are determined to convert, I will accept you as my second disciple and call Shomu 'senior brother'."
Di Ling has a big heart
He was overjoyed, kowtowed repeatedly, and sincerely paid homage to Shoumu, calling him "elder brother" with a very low profile. Shomu hurriedly returned the gift. Even though he had started early, the second junior brother was full of blood and his moral conduct was far above him, so he didn't dare to be arrogant about it.
Destined to meet each other thousands of miles away, but not opposite to each other, Qi Ran accepted the second disciple, and the three masters and disciples embarked on the journey and continued to walk the earth. Along the way, they traveled day and night, eating and drinking when they were hungry. Qi Ran guided the two of them to practice, turning every drop of blood and energy in their bodies into the power of nirvana. Although the progress was slow, the foundation was laid extremely solid. As their practice deepened, Shomu and Di Ling also subtly changed their nature, and their demonic natures were eliminated. Although their appearance did not change significantly, their speech and behavior were completely different.
On this day, the three of them came to a big mountain and looked up. They saw a solitary peak supporting the sky and the earth. The mountains were like the sea, and the setting sun was like blood. Qi Ran was suddenly moved by it and suddenly wanted to stay. He stopped looking for opportunities and led his disciples to climb halfway up the mountain and found a cliff. While meditating, he cut down trees and built a temple without using any magical means. , using only his hands and feet, he built the first temple in the Swiss Dharma world, named "Banshan Temple".
Banshan Temple is just a small temple. It didn't even have walls at first, only a simple Buddhist hall, a dining hall and a monk's dormitory. Regardless of whether it is a Buddhist hall, a dining hall, or a dormitory for monks, they are all just huts without changing the medicine. Qi Ran was doing some cleaning work in the Buddhist hall, collecting water for cooking from Skinny Wood, cutting down wood for repairs in Di Ling, working half a day and practicing half a day, and his life was uneventful. However, it was in such dullness that the blood in the body gradually calmed down. Unknowingly, Shomu and Di Ling's Taoism surged like summer water, and Buddhist magical powers began to rise.
My heart sprouted and I made great progress.
The mountain where Banshan Temple is located is called "Original God". There used to be blood monsters in the mountain. At first, they didn't know how high the sky was, and they broke into Banshan Temple in search of food, but were easily repelled by Di Ling. They had suffered too much, and they gathered together in one place with the same hatred. They launched a surprise attack at night and rushed into the Mid-level Temple. Just as they were about to wreak havoc, a bell rang in the air, and the sound waves rippled layer by layer. Monsters in their path were like clay and wood sculptures. , stood frozen in place, unable to move for a whole day and night. They watched the thin trees being fetched and boiled, and Di Ling felled and repaired them. They worked for half a day and practiced for half a day. The anger in their chests was like a snow lion pointing towards the fire, and it disappeared. When their hands and feet regained their freedom, they stopped one by one and returned to the mountains and forests. There was no provocation.
Banshan Temple has become a forbidden area in the original Shenshan Mountain. There is no trace of monsters within a hundred miles.
As the blood energy continues to evolve, the fighting between monsters becomes more and more intense. Eight blood energy demon lords have risen like comets in the Ruifa world, gathering millions of people, each occupying one side, delineating their forces, and fighting for more than ten years. No one can do anything to the other, and each other A stalemate. Shaomu and Di Ling devoted themselves to practice and ignored what was going on outside the window. The eight demon lords turned the world upside down and set off a huge hurricane, but they could not blow a single blade of grass in the mountain temple.
However, the trees were still but the wind was not stopping. The original Shenshan Mountain was located at the junction of the two demon lords' forces. When a new round of bloody battle broke out, the war finally reached the Banshan Temple. The lower-level monsters inhabiting the mountains were driven away by the army and had no way out. They had no choice but to take refuge in the mountain-mountain temple. They prostrated themselves on the ground one by one, begging the master to show mercy and take them in. After Shao Mu informed his master, he temporarily kept these monsters and ordered them to build a hut outside the temple.
He lived there, and was not allowed to make any noise. He cut down trees and repaired the mountain gate in exchange for shelter.
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