Just when Ji Qiu understood the wonderful method.

He was holding a broom in his hand in the distance, thinking heavily about the mantra of cleaning the ground, but suddenly he felt a pain in his heart, as if something that belonged to him was gradually moving away.

"How is this going?"

A troubled look appeared on his face, and Zhenyan's face was wrinkled, a little confused.

Fortunately, the throbbing pain subsided quickly, so he didn't pay too much attention.

"I really envy these talented people..."

"If I could succeed in martial arts, why would I need to do these mundane things here?"

"well..."

Looking at Ji Qiu, who was quietly meditating and closing his eyes, not knowing what he was doing, he felt envy and jealousy on his face, and there was also a hint of dissatisfaction towards the Xuankong Temple.

He felt that since they were all disciples in the temple, they should be treated equally and have the same configuration for practicing martial arts.

Even if some people have good martial arts qualifications, they should not be too favorable to one and favor others so that the gap between the upper and lower ranks is as big as this.

"Sooner or later, I will be as beautiful as him and be respected by others in this temple!"

Holding the broom tightly in his hand, the young monk showed a bit of determination on his face, and started sweeping harder, hoping to clean it up early and continue to increase his time for martial arts practice.

The current mantra has just been distributed to the Sutra Pavilion for one year.

His anger has not dissipated much, and he is at the age where he refuses to admit defeat.

But it's good to have a good heart, but it's a big taboo not to know how to repay kindness.

He only saw that Xuankong Temple valued qualifications and gave more resources to talented disciples, but he did not see that the temple took care of all aspects of ordinary monks.

To keep out the cold in winter, three meals a day, and even the remuneration given after cleaning work, nothing is left behind. Even if you want to continue to study martial arts, you still maintain a favorable attitude. The martial arts collected in the Tripitaka Pavilion can be

For monks to read.

It is already extremely difficult for a large sect to achieve this, so how can they ask for more?

If we follow the original trajectory and have a firm belief in the mantra, one day in the future we will indeed be rewarded with hardships and soar into the sky.

But now that his original trajectory has been completely disrupted, will he still have the chance to embark on the great journey...

It is no longer known.

After thoroughly understanding this precious classic that directly leads to the return of elixirs from jade liquid, Ji Qiu finally opened his eyes.

He first glanced at Zhenyan, and after seeing the other person quickly lowered his head and stopped looking at him, he lost interest in talking to him.

Regarding this matter, Ji Qiu didn't feel that he had done anything wrong.

It is left here by chance, and it is a place where capable people live. The road to immortality is long, and it is not uncommon for people to kill people and seize treasures.

Since he was determined to climb the road to immortality, he had already made preparations.

But everything follows a principle.

And Ji Qiu himself also has his own bottom line rules in his heart.

This opportunity was originally left behind by the founder of Xuankong Temple and passed down to the descendants, all future disciples of Fu Ze who have spiritual bodies.

Although I don't know why it was gradually lost in the temple, after I obtained the mantra, I kept it secret and only focused on my own enlightenment, thus defeating the original intention of the fayuan.

Thinking of this, Ji Qiu tidied up the place he had just browsed, then turned around and walked towards the old monk Awakening.

Lying on the rocking chair with his eyes closed, he felt Ji Qiu's breath coming and going, and opened his eyes in surprise:

"Little guy, choosing a Qigong method is a big deal, how come you are so quick?"

"But you want me to give you some advice?"

After saying this, I must straighten up.

But at this moment, Ji Qiu stopped him from getting up, and then slowly said:

"Master Enlightenment, there is no need to get up. This disciple is here to ask you something."

"I wonder if Master can tell the disciples that our Patriarch, who is suspected of wandering away after entering Taoism, did he leave any inheritance to the sect when he left?"

As soon as Ji Qiu finished speaking, the old monk, who was squinting his eyes, frowned and looked at him in surprise. He wondered how the young monk remembered to ask about this matter.

However, after thinking about it, he still replied with some regret:

"You kid will ask. Even your abbot doesn't know much about this secret now. Only the old bones of my generation can be considered to be familiar with it."

"The ancestor who was rumored to have the ability to soar into the clouds and ride on the mist did indeed leave a legacy to the sect. It is said that as long as the destined person succeeds in practice, he can break through the innate barriers and step into another brand new level.

realm."

"It's a pity that my blessings in Xuankong Temple are shallow. Because of this method, something bad happened thirty years ago when I became successful in my practice."

Having said this, Suo Wu felt heavy, as if he was thinking of his own situation, and his expression gradually became a little bleak.

Just imagine if there was still that lineage in the temple today, maybe I wouldn't necessarily be unable to get a glimpse of the door to the Tao?

I can only say that this is how it is meant to be.

Time is also fate.

While thinking regretfully, the old monk continued to preach to Ji Qiu:

"In those days, our Xuankong Temple was so prosperous because of our ancestors. It has always been known as the largest sect of Zen Taoism, and its scenery was unparalleled. Even the Sugan royal family had to come to my temple to offer incense in order to seek protection."

"Of all the sects and martial arts families, who wouldn't be proud of me as a lay disciple of Xuankong Temple? In the past, the 108 Zen monasteries under the mountain were prosperous. This is not a joke, but it is true!"

"It's nothing like today. Although it is prosperous and prosperous, it is far from what it was back then."

As he talked, Suowu showed a nostalgic expression, and then said angrily:

"However, people in the world are very greedy. Every man is not guilty, but he is guilty of having a jade!"

"I don't know when, the news about the inheritance and the magical method was slowly leaked out. The elders at the time didn't pay attention, but they all underestimated the greed of human nature and the fear of death!"

"When the Patriarch left, some people were afraid of his majestic reputation and no one dared to touch him. However, after a period of time, some of the older generation's martial arts innates were approaching their end and couldn't bear it anymore."

"Amitabha, that was a tragedy that I still don't want to mention."

There is a bit of sadness in Awakening's words.

"Back then, there were six major sects and four great aristocratic families. There were ten masters in total, and there were five innate martial arts masters!"

"A genius with martial arts skills, his lifespan is only about a hundred years. At most, if he lives another ten or twenty years, he will die. After all, he will only be a mortal."

"The end is approaching, and the leaders of all branches have gone crazy, and the inheritance of my Xuankong Temple is the only hope they can see when they raise their eyes."

"Buddhist Pure Land Zen holy land should not be stained by dust, but after that disaster, blood flowed all over the mountain. It took a full sixty years before the color faded."

"Fortunately, the founder left behind a back-up, a dharma seal belonging to his old man. When they attacked my Xuankong Mountain, Lao Na's uncle at the time, who was the abbot at the time, activated the dharma seal."

"What a majestic power that is!"

The words of enlightenment are filled with longing and shock.

That was a realm he had never reached in his life.

"The seal turned into a Buddha's palm as white as jade, and with a wave of his hand, he transformed all the martial arts geniuses who were dying, and made those little ones completely frightened from now on, and never dared to offend me in Xuankong Mountain again!

"

"But after this battle, my vitality was severely damaged, and my seniors suffered heavy casualties..."

"The most important thing is that the rebellious monk who guarded the temple in the Sutra Pavilion actually robbed himself. Taking advantage of the chaos, he took a batch of our temple's precious inheritance and went down the mountain to escape!"

"It was also since then that our Xuankong Temple's profound martial arts and magical skills have been cut off for a generation. To recover them is to find a needle in a haystack. Fortunately, the remaining elders have worked hard to complete it. Otherwise, I, Xuankong Temple, would have disappeared long ago and been completely cut off.

.”

"How can it still be as prosperous as it is now?"

"well..."

"These are all the history of my temple, Lao Huang, and bringing them up makes me feel sulky."

"Why are you asking these questions today?"

Suo Wu looked at Ji Qiu strangely, wondering why he was choosing the Zhenqi Gong method, and asked himself what the history of the temple was about.

And just after Ji Qiu finished listening and slowly digested it.
Chapter completed!