When Watson got up early and cooked a pot of porridge and cleaned the yard, his sister was still sleeping in.

After thinking about it, he left a note and told his sister that he was going to see Master. Then he closed the door of the small courtyard and went to Master's Buddhist hall.

This is Yunqi Temple, and his sister is a Jindan monk, so he doesn't need to worry about safety.

After finishing morning lessons, Liao Chen took Watson to the Buddhist temple, pointed at the King Kong on the Buddhist altar and said, "Take that sword!"

Watson raised the long sword in King Kong's hand, looking at it with angry eyes, and couldn't help but ask: "Master, if I take this sword away, what is the use of King Kong on the Buddhist altar?"

Liao Chen was stunned when he heard this, then he laughed and said: "Chier, who asked you to take the sword from King Kong's hand? Look at his feet, that is your sword."

When Watson heard this, he looked at King Kong's feet, but was stunned and speechless for a moment.

He stepped forward and gently touched the heavy black object that looked like a sword but was not a sword. He couldn't help but look back at Chen and asked: "Master, is this a sword?"

Liao Chen couldn't help laughing when he heard the words: "Look carefully at the words carved on the hilt of the sword. This kind of sword is the best magic weapon for you to use to practice the formless body."

Watson stretched out his hand to gently brush away the dust on the sword slot, and said quietly: "The name of the sword is to subjugate demons, and this sword..." After saying that, he stretched out his hands to take off the black sword from King Kong's feet.

There was a clang sound, and the black Demon-Conquering Sword fell to the ground, almost hitting his feet.

"This sword... this sword is so heavy!"

Watson was a little smarter this time and tried to use the power of the formless dharma body before he picked up the iron sword, looked at Chen and said with a bitter face: "This sword is too heavy, how can I practice it?"

Liao Chen shook his head and handed him a sword bag made of animal skin.

He said quietly: "From today on, you will carry him on his back to chop wood every time. You must not be lazy."

"You go back and forth to Wentian Peak in the back mountain every day. When you can spend half an hour climbing Wentian Peak, I will take you to another place to practice."

Liao Chen had a solemn expression on his face and said seriously: "I didn't treat you like this before I became my teacher because your Dantian cannot store too much true energy."

"It's okay now. Since you have embarked on the path of cultivation, which is still the Buddhist method of the physical body, this heavy sword is just for you to temper your body, and will accompany you to slay demons in the future!"

Seeing how serious his master was, Watson naturally did not dare to refuse.

After thinking for a while, he asked: "Master, the weight of this sword is so heavy, can it be used in the future?"

Liao Chen laughed faintly when he heard this: "This sword weighs two hundred kilograms. Because it cannot be used to open the sword, it has been lying at King Kong's feet for who knows how many hundreds of years."

"A heavy sword has no edge. You can use it to understand the meaning of a sword that is as light as a heavy sword... As for whether you can use it and when you can use it, it depends on God's will and your opportunity."

When Watson heard this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly: "This sword is twice as heavy as the disciple's. I have to carry two Watsons to climb Wentian Peak every day..."

Liao Chen couldn't help laughing when he heard this: "Since you fell off the cliff and didn't die, then train yourself to the point of death. Maybe when you reach half of the formless body, your left leg can recover as before.

"

Watson's injured leg also hurt Lingchen's heart.

But in his opinion, now that his precious disciple has embarked on the path of spiritual practice, these are no longer things that bother the master and the disciple.

"The Romance of Fairy Wood"

Naturally, Watson understood this. He immediately put the epee into his sword bag and put it behind his back to try it out.

"Hey!" he said, looking at Chen and saying helplessly: "Master, I'm afraid I won't be able to serve you in the next few days."

"What tricks do you want to play again?" After Liao Chen explained the matter, he turned around and walked out of the Buddhist hall.

Watson followed him and replied with a grimace: "In the coming days, I'm afraid this disciple will have to spend most of the day carrying this heavy sword to climb Wenjian Peak, and he will have to chop firewood. How can he have time to look at it?"

Master?"

Liao Chen waved his hand and said: "Remember, before autumn comes, you have to complete the task in front of you." When Watson heard this, he was speechless. At the moment, he was afraid that it would take him three hours to get back to Wentian.

Feng walked back and forth.

The reason why Yunqi Temple is named this is because the Wentian Peak in the back mountain goes straight up from the back mountain where Watson is located. The winding mountain road has a total of 3,000 stone steps.

Until now, Watson had never climbed to the top of Wentian Peak.

However, the training task given to him by his master was to spend half an hour climbing to the top of the mountain before autumn came. This was considered an impossible task.

Although I was trembling in my heart, I also knew Master's painstaking efforts.

When autumn comes, maybe Nalan Qiuxue from the academy will also come to the temple to see her good-for-nothing fiancé, and my sister will follow the elders of Phoenix Mountain to Kunlun.

Perhaps that time was the beginning of my own practice.

After all, the first level of the formless body is just body tempering, and there are more hardships waiting for him later.

If you can't even conquer the Wentian Peak, why bother traveling around the world to find your parents who have no news?

Thinking of this, Watson looked at his master's back and said quietly: "Master, don't worry, my disciple will definitely be able to conquer Wentian Peak and I won't embarrass you."

Liao Chen, who had already walked out of the hall, replied from a distance: "You should think about how to deal with your fiancée who is coming."

Watson looked at King Kong on the Buddhist altar and murmured to himself: "How can I cope with it? Just don't move!"

He estimated that even if he went against the grain and practiced hard until autumn, he would only be at the peak of Qi Gathering at best.

If you are not even as good as your own sister, how can you impress the beautiful girl from the academy?

…

When Watson, who was sweating profusely, returned to the courtyard with his heavy sword on his back, Hua Yu had already had breakfast and was standing under the pear tree practicing swordplay.

Seeing her brother carrying a black epee on his back, Hua Yu couldn't help but help him take it off his back, but unexpectedly dropped the epee on the ground.

Hua Yu, who was startled, couldn't help shouting: "This is the sword that Master Liaochen chose for you? How much does it weigh? Brother, can you do it with your body?"

After taking off the epee, Watson finally breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "It's not heavy, only two hundred kilograms!"

"Two...two hundred kilograms of heavy swords? Is my brother's master crazy? Doesn't he want to force my brother to death? No, I'm going to find Master Chen to talk about it."

Hua Yu placed the heavy sword on the stone table, turned around and rushed out of the small courtyard.

Not only her brother, but also herself, I am afraid that none of the elders in Phoenix Mountain would use a two hundred kilogram heavy sword as their own weapon, right?

Watson sighed and took his sister's hand.

Looking at the green pear that was about to ripen, he said calmly: "I practice Buddhism's physical method. Without such an epee, it cannot inspire my practice."

Hua Yu was stunned, turned around and asked, "So, how will my brother practice next?"

Watson sighed, pointed to Wentian Peak not far away and said, "When autumn comes, Master wants me to spend half an hour climbing to the top of the peak."

When Hua Yu saw it, she couldn't help but take a breath of air.

Looking at the tall Wentian Peak, he said: "How high is that mountain? Brother, how long do you think it will take to climb to the top?"

Watson sighed and smiled faintly: "It's not high, just three thousand stone steps. I'm carrying a heavy sword now, so it will take me three hours, right?"

Now, it was Hua Yu's turn to be speechless.

She was thinking, if she spent half an hour, could she climb that peak? Not to mention that her brother would have to carry an iron sword weighing two hundred kilograms.

Turning around, Watson went to fetch water from the well to wash himself.

Carrying this heavy sword on his back, he was covered in stinky sweat just after returning to the small courtyard from the main hall.

In her heart, Hua Yu wanted to see what her brother would look like tomorrow, whether he could carry this sword and climb that high mountain peak.

Regardless of how many hours my brother spent on it, this kind of mind alone is unmatched by the senior brothers and sisters in Phoenix Mountain. Is it possible that, under the guidance of Master Luochen, my brother will really use the power of the Buddhist body to

Embark on the path of spiritual practice?

If that's the case, even if I have to endure some hardships, it would be worth it even if my parents travel all over the world.

Before she could talk to Watson properly, Watson ducked into the living room and never came out again.

Out of curiosity, Hua Yu had no choice but to follow him into the living room... Watson had already taken pens, ink, paper and inkstones and spread them on the table, and started grinding them with a tube of pine black.

Hua Yu asked in confusion: "Is it possible that my brother's master also arranged reading and writing homework?"

After all, in her opinion, even in Phoenix Mountain, there are very few elders who care about whether their disciples can practice essays and write poems, or write a few poems on weekdays to cultivate their mood.

Watson shook his head and smiled faintly: "I have nothing to do and copy Buddhist scriptures for Master. Does my sister want to practice Buddhist teachings? I will also copy a volume for you."

Hua Yu waved her hand, turned around and walked out of the living room: "My parents agreed at the beginning that my brother is only practicing in the temple and is not here to become a monk."

Walking outside the door, he poked his head in and said, "I'm going to visit the town down the mountain and buy some things. You're so poor that you don't even have a deck chair..."

Without waiting for Watson to finish speaking, he hurried out of the yard.

Watson heard a bang, but it was his sister who slammed the door of the small courtyard.

I sighed silently in my heart, holding a wolf hair in my hand, but thinking about the first verse of "The Formless Dharmakaya".

…

On the third day after the old monk returned to the town, Sister Hong accompanied Lan Feiyan to the imperial city, found the flower-filled world, and finally handed over the princess of the Lan Dynasty to her.

The only thing left is for Hua Tianxia to follow the old monk's arrangement and send Lan Feiyan to the Royal Academy to practice.

In the afternoon of that day, the old monk was making tea and discussing Taoism with Ming Hui in the Buddhist Palace Hall. He heard a banging sound outside the door, and after a while, Xiao Hei came in.

Looking at the old monk, he shouted: "Master, please save Watson. That kid locked himself in a stone house and has been sleeping for several days."

Little Black Fire, who returned to the depths of Yinshan Mountain, failed to catch up with the attack of the South China Sea killers, but found that Watson in the stone house had fallen into a deep sleep.

He didn't wake up after waiting for two days, and Xiao Hei didn't dare to move, so he had to fly to the old monk for help.
To be continued...