"Eliminate the [Chaos God], and print the Killing Monk's [Dragon and Elephant Power]."

Ji Yuan calmed down and stirred up the Emperor's Dao Diagram.

After searching Wannian County, he gained a lot of knowledge.

At present, there are 7,000 white Taoist aggregate points and 2,500 cyan Taoist aggregate points accumulated, which is enough to change part of the destiny.

"The upper limit of my current number of lives is fifteen. I can't just grab it casually in the future. I have to leave some room for it."

Ji Yuan's eyes glanced over, and within the Dao map, there were purple, eight green and five white, shining like stars.

"Start with Wubai."

【Archery】

【Strong blood】

【Inner Strength】

【Chaos God】

【Good deeds】

Scan the past one by one, and finally make sure to eliminate [Chaos God].

The effect of this destiny is mediocre, and the ability to distinguish yin and yang and see ghosts and gods can be regarded as dispensable.

Compared to the Killing Monk's [Dragon and Elephant Power], there is no need to say which one is better and which one is worse.

Ji Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the cyan fate number printed on it.

[Dragon Elephant Powerful (Green)]: [Dragon power is the strongest when traveling on water, and elephant power is the strongest when traveling on land. With the blessing of this destiny, when you enter a river or sea, you can divide and break waves, step on the earth, and absorb endless water. Qi eventually penetrates 840 million particles into the human body.]

"It fits me perfectly. If you can refine [Dragon Elephant Power], add [Qiu Ribs], [Swallow Bullfighting], it will be enough to push your savings to an unimaginable level."

Ji Yuan's heart was burning and he restrained his distracting thoughts.

The Emperor's Dao Diagram suddenly trembled, and the white destiny [Chaos God], which was like the light of the sky, instantly became shaky and finally collapsed.

"Seal rubbing! [Dragon Elephant Vigorous]!"

After that, Ji Yuan invested another thousand points of white Tao Yun.

It's like adding fuel wood to a stove, causing flames to rise.

Compared with the refining of the Sanyin Demon-Slaying Sword, this cyan destiny is more expensive.

Just like before, my whole mind was sucked in.

The sky and the earth spin, the sun and the moon sink, and endless scenes evolve.

Dong Dong Dong!

Morning bells and evening drums!

Ji Yuan opened his eyes, and what he saw was a majestic mountain gate, a series of temples, and thousands of monks in gray and blue robes.

"This is..."

Before he could get familiar with the place, the sound of chanting resounded from all directions.

Like a lion's roar, it scares away the clouds in the sky.

In the vast martial arts arena, a sea of ​​energy and blood swayed.

Almost comparable to the Flying Bear Guards at Shuofeng Pass.

"What a big temple... Huangjue Temple? Xuankong Temple?

Fortunately, I thought the Killing Monk was from the Wild Fox Zen somewhere, but I didn’t expect it to be a Zen holy place..."

Ji Yuan was a little surprised and thought to himself.

There are tens of thousands of warrior monks in the world, but before the Jing Dynasty broke through the mountain gate, there were only two temples.

As we all know, Buddhism is divided into two branches: north and south.

Huangjue Temple is the pure land of the southern sect, and Xuankong Temple is the pure land of the northern sect.

The former relies on the incense relationship with the saint. To this day, the queen goes to burn incense and worship Buddha every year to pray for her descendants.

The latter has a large number of talents and an endless inheritance.

Especially eight hundred years ago, two masters under the same sect were rare in the world.

One of them is the Sixth Patriarch of Zen Buddhism, and the other is his senior brother.

"Good disciple, why don't you follow your master down the mountain!"

While thinking about it, there was a "pop" sound, and Ji Yuan felt like someone had hit him on his bare head.

Turning around, I happened to see an old monk with dirty robes and a knotted beard.

He is neither tall nor thin, has ordinary features, and holds a broken bowl.

His face was rosy, and his mouth was stained with oil and wine. He did not look like an enlightened monk at all.

"They are all of the same origin, unkempt, as if they have rolled in a mud pit."

Ji Yuan didn't even have time to take a second look before he was taken down the mountain by the sloppy monk. He didn't even know what kind of temple it was.

Along the way, one old and one young, one master and one apprentice.

They keep company with each other, travel around the world, eat and sleep in the open air.

On weekdays, the apprentice prays for alms and asks for food, while the master eats wine and meat.

Ji Yuan was very suspicious. Could this slovenly monk have accepted him as his disciple because he thought "he" was young and cute and could easily make people kind-hearted?

In addition to his daily morning and evening classes, he also meditates and chants sutras.

The sloppy monk ordered him to perform the Arhat Fist fifty times, no matter the weather, no delay.

Gold flies and jade goes away, spring passes and autumn comes.

In a blink of an eye, the little monk projected by Ji Yuan also grew up to twenty years old.

Relying on the mediocre Arhat Boxing, he finally entered the realm of submission.

One day, late at night, there was a severe drought.

The two masters and apprentices climbed over mountains and ridges, and finally saw a light.

After walking forward for a while, we found a dilapidated temple.

Beside the bonfire, there are thirteen or four figures sitting.

Each is half lying and half sitting, holding iron knives and bamboo spears in their hands.

Some lean on the threshold of the temple and look inside from time to time.

Some simply lay on the steps with their cloth-like outer robes open.

While speaking, there are also various dialects, slang, and vulgar language mixed in.

"Master, these people... are either deserters or refugees!"

"What are you afraid of? We are monks. We have no money and no beauty. We are just looking for a place to stay."

The sloppy monk strode out of the forest with his head held high, a wine gourd hanging from his waist, and a tattered bowl in his hand.

The little monk projected by Ji Yuan was so excited that he reluctantly followed.

"How come you are such a thief and a bald donkey, and don't see the gentlemen taking a rest?

You old monk is so dry and useless, with not a few ounces of meat on your body,

The little monk in the back has thin skin and tender meat, which is a bit chewy!"

A lean man stood up and said with a joking smile.

"Old Liu, how pitiful God is, knowing that our brothers don't have enough to eat, yet another two-legged sheep is coming to our door!"

The black-faced man, who was leaning weakly on the threshold, suddenly became energetic and shouted.

"What are you talking nonsense about? I'm not afraid of the wrath of the Buddha, who will strike you to death with thunder!"

From the half-collapsed Temple of the Heavenly King, a tall man wearing armor and holding a sword emerged.

Judging from his unusual clothing and behavior, he seems to be a leader and quite dignified.

"Where did the master come from? How could he be here in the middle of the night?"

The tall man had disheveled hair and a layer of armor, and he spoke politely.

"Lao Na and his young disciple traveled around the world without a fixed residence.

I just passed through Xishanfu, and I wanted to take advantage of the cool night to rush for a while,

Who knew that this mountain forest is dangerous, with wild wolves and tigers and leopards, so it is not very safe."

The sloppy monk chanted the Buddha's name and raised one hand in front of his chest.

"Seeing the fire in the temple, I quickly came over to seek a resting place.
To be continued...