Whether it was because he wanted to sleep in, or because he didn't want to see his brother suffering and bleeding and crying, when Watson went out with his heavy sword on his back the next day, Hua Yu did not follow him.

For his first practice, Watson did not set a time for himself, he just had to climb to the top of the mountain with a heavy sword on his back.

It's not that far from the small courtyard to the foot of Wentian Peak. There is only a small forest in between. There are few people there on weekdays. Watson doesn't care if his senior brothers see him carrying a sword on his back.

Because this sword has been kept in the temple for hundreds of years, no one wants to use it for practice.

Looking at the towering Wentian Peak, Watson murmured to himself: "It's early summer now. Can I complete the tasks assigned by Master in the autumn?"

At this moment, a gentle voice sounded from behind: "Wentian Peak has been standing here for thousands of years. Regardless of whether you are willing to climb it or not, he will stand there quietly."

Watson was suddenly startled. He turned to look at the old monk with a white beard who looked like a dead tree not far away. He quickly clasped his hands and said, "It turns out that Master is waiting here and Watson interrupted."

It turned out that an old monk with a white beard was sitting on a stone bench in the woods. Although Watson did not recognize him, he must be a senior monk in the temple, so he naturally wanted to greet him.

The white-bearded old monk looked at Watson and said quietly: "I didn't expect Chen to ask you to carry the Demon-Conquering Sword on your back to practice, and you actually carried him on your back to conquer this mountain. How kind."

Watson was stunned and stared at the old man in front of him, speechless for a moment.

"Don't let me disturb your practice." The white-bearded old monk looked at him and said with a smile: "I won't teach you anything. Your goal is that mountain peak. Go ahead and conquer it."

Watson took a breath, looked at Wangtian Peak and asked: "Senior, what is on Wangtian Peak?"

The white-bearded old monk was silent for a moment, raised his head and looked at the mountain quietly, and said lightly: "A pavilion, and a white tower. Do you know if you go up and have a look?"

"Is it a white tower?" Watson asked puzzledly: "Did the senior achieve enlightenment at the top of the mountain?"

The white-bearded old monk smiled faintly and did not reply.

Watson raised his head and looked at the mountain peak hidden in the white clouds. He felt a sense of heroism and said, "When I conquer this mountain in the fall, I will come back to my uncle for advice."

The white-bearded old monk said harmoniously: "Legend has it that there is a sword technique carved on the white pagoda at the top of the mountain that no one has been able to decipher for thousands of years."

When Watson heard this, he was immediately startled.

Wen Tian Peak has a sword technique that no one has been able to understand for thousands of years. The master has never told him such a big thing. It seems that this is indeed a secret.

"You will be at the top of the mountain. The scenery is great. Enjoy your practice."

The white-bearded old monk looked up at him and said, "Even I don't understand the sword technique in the White Tower. If you learn it in the future, please come and tell me..."

Upon hearing this, Watson became even more curious and couldn't help but ask: "How profound is the swordsmanship that even my uncle can understand?"

The white-bearded old monk shook his head, stood up and walked out of the forest.

Watson's heart moved and he couldn't help but ask: "Master, my disciple doesn't know your name yet, please tell me."

"It's been so long that I forgot." From a distance, the faint voice of the old monk with a white beard came.

When Watson heard this, he couldn't help but sigh, thinking, maybe you want to practice meditation with me? I'm not a monk in Yunqi Temple, don't you understand?

Could it be that you are telling me that all sentient beings have no form? Monks also have no form? Or are you saying that all forms have no form?

If I had known earlier, I should have taken the Buddhist scriptures on the table with me and sat down to consult with you.

With a sigh, Watson slowly walked through the woods and headed towards Wentian Peak.

On a summer morning, the sky was high and the clouds were light and the mountain breeze was blowing. Watson was carrying a heavy sword and could no longer care about the beautiful scenery mentioned by the old monk with a white beard. He just started to take less than a dozen stone steps when he felt out of breath.

For this reason, he had to use the mental method of the Formless Dharmakaya to mobilize the pitiful amount of true energy in his Dantian.

This is just the beginning. There are three thousand stone steps, no less than one.

The stone steps under your feet are ordinary bluestone slabs, with occasional ivy climbing over them. There is no hidden magic circle that tests your will.

The winding stone steps got higher and higher with Watson's heavy footsteps as he dripped with sweat. They gradually passed through the woods not far away and could see the small courtyard where he lived.

You can even faintly see that your sister has gotten up and is standing under the green pear tree practicing swordplay.

Even such ordinary stone steps put a lot of pressure on them. The iron sword on his back seemed to be getting heavier and heavier. Occasionally, a few birds flew by, but they could not arouse his interest.

As his right foot stepped on the stone steps again, Watson's brows suddenly tightened because he felt that the epee on his back was a little heavier at this moment!

Is it possible that every time I step over a stone step, the iron sword becomes heavier?

There is just one thing that Watson forgot. Yunqi Temple is originally on a high mountain, and Wentian Peak is a high mountain among high mountains. As the altitude increases...

Naturally, it had an impulse on his body. Even if he put down the iron sword behind his back, it would become more and more difficult for him to go up.

The sudden pain caused Watson's legs to weaken and almost fall. He forced his hands on the stone steps, stood up again with a groan, and took a quiet breath.

It seems that Wentian Peak is indeed a place worth challenging for me.

The stone steps under my feet have experienced thousands of years of wind and rain, but they still stand quietly on the ground. Whether you come or not, I am here.

The mountain is here, Wentian Peak is here, and there is a white tower on the top of the mountain that even the white-bearded old monk doesn't understand, calling him.

Watson's brows were furrowed tightly, staring at the stone steps under his feet that showed the power of time, and his hands on the stone steps were trembling slightly.

At this moment, he felt that his legs were shaking slightly, penetrating the soles of his feet. If it were his sister who was carrying this heavy sword on her back, he didn't know if she would have thrown it down the mountain.

Although his face was pale and his hands were trembling, his consciousness was extremely clear and he was silently operating the mental method of the Formless Dharmakaya.

This is his practice. Even his master, Liao Chen, has not yet begun to practice this mental method. He should be proud of himself.

Now he finally understood why the master agreed with him not to go to Kunlun but to stay in the temple to practice.

The mountain peak in front of him can allow him to practice for countless years, not to mention that after autumn, the master will take him to another place he doesn't know to practice.

Wentian Peak was right above his head, he couldn't avoid it, so he had no choice but to climb up the stairs!

Frowning, he exerted force on his waist and abdomen, trying to change his breathing method, and activate the power of the formless body. The moment he took a breath, he lifted his disabled left foot and stepped on the stone steps.

He exerted great force every time, as if the stone steps under his feet would be broken in the next moment.

Climbing this mountain peak with a heavy sword on his back is indeed the best way to temper his body, at least according to his current state, it is the best.

Otherwise, if he had to fight against the wild beasts in the mountains, he might not be able to hold on for a few rounds before he would drop his heavy sword and run for his life.

As he went up step by step, Watson's face became paler, but his brows gradually relaxed, he took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and continued to go up.

In the dusty Buddhist hall.

A pot of tea was steaming, and opposite him sat the old monk with white beard that Watson met in the woods.

The white-bearded old monk said quietly: "How old is the child? Is my junior brother too cruel?"

Liao Chen sighed softly and replied: "Senior brother, if he knew how much suffering this child suffered from eating snacks, he wouldn't think so."

The white-bearded old monk was stunned for a moment, then thought for a while and asked: "The child has one leg that is inconvenient, why is that? Is it possible that he can still conquer Wentian Peak with a disabled body?"

Liao Chen laughed faintly when he heard this: "His leg was broken last month while collecting medicine in the back mountain. I spent a lot of effort to heal it and it is now like this."

"If he wants to stand up again and get back to his original state, he can only change his body through the practice in front of him. I'm afraid senior brother doesn't know that the child is practicing the Buddhist method of physical body, right?"

This is what makes Lingchen proud. Even he himself does not know the method, but his disciples have already begun to practice it.

The white-bearded old monk was shocked when he heard this: "I remember that there is no such scripture record in the temple about Buddhism's method of physical body. Where did I get it from?"

Liao Chen shook his head: "That child said that the Bodhisattva taught the Dharma in a dream. He is still copying it. In a few days, senior brother will be able to see the handwritten copy of the Dharma."

The white-bearded old monk was taken aback, stroking his palms and sighing: "How good it is, God rewards hard work! I can't wait to see the child climb to the top of the mountain."

Liao Chen sighed and said leisurely: "Everything depends on whether he can insist on climbing to the top today."

"A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. I saw persistence in his eyes!"

The white-bearded old monk laughed and said: "You don't need to pay attention to him in the next days. Just give him some body-tempering herbs."

Liao Chen nodded: "I guess when he comes back today, his flesh and blood must be mutilated. The heavy sword must weigh two hundred kilograms."

The white-bearded old monk shook his head and said quietly: "You want to see him conquer that mountain peak. I hope that one day I can understand the swordsmanship on the White Tower. Thousands of years have passed..."

Xiaochen was shocked when he heard this, frowned and said: "Senior brother told the child early, will it affect his Taoist practice?"

"I am giving him more confidence. Practicing without hope would be too monotonous."

The white-bearded old monk shook his head: "Since he is practicing with the sword on his back, maybe one day he will be able to understand the sword technique on the white tower."

When Liao Chen heard this, he nodded in approval and said, "In this case, my disciple may become the number one person in the temple for thousands of years."

"Isn't it possible that when he carries that sword on his back to climb mountains today, he will be the first person in thousands of years!"

The white-bearded old monk looked at Chen and said quietly: "The sword to conquer demons naturally requires supreme courage."

Liao Chen sighed softly and said, "May the Buddhas bless him and achieve the great truth."

…

It was already past noon, Hua Yu had already cooked the food and was sitting in the living room.

From time to time, she walked out of the small courtyard and looked around, but she could not see her brother in the end. At the moment, she had not yet developed her spiritual consciousness and could not see further.

She had mixed feelings in her heart, but she was making calculations in her heart.

If my brother can really persist until autumn comes and conquer Wentian Peak, he will really give himself a surprise, right?

Is it possible that my brother will finally cultivate the power of the Buddhist body and become a legend in this world?

After all, there is no one in Phoenix Mountain who relies on the power of horizontally refining the body to compare with the great monks who are more distracted, so she has nothing to learn from.

Everything depends on what happens when my brother comes back today.

Looking at the cold food on the table, I couldn't help but sigh softly, picked up the bowls and chopsticks in front of me, and thought to myself, I can't accompany my brother to starve, right?

On Wentian Peak, the sun shone brightly on the stone steps and on Watson, who was sweating profusely.

It was now the last moment, and he had been climbing hard for three hours. When he saw the peak in sight, he found that the iron sword on his back was getting heavier and heavier.

He could even see the pavilion at the top of the mountain.

His left leg was numb, and he was just dragging it upwards with inertia. His hands had worn out the skin and became bloody.

He had to use his hands and feet to climb up the last section of stone steps.

There was a burning pain on my back. I don’t know how many layers of skin were broken and how much blood was shed.

But he knew that today was the first day of his practice, and there were still more than two months before autumn.

He still has less than seventy days to conquer the mountain in front of him.
Chapter completed!