Moreover, his character is extremely stubborn, and he can't pull back a hundred cows. I don't know how many times I tried to persuade him, but to no avail. This time, he was actually prepared to be rejected when he came here.
However, I didn't expect that the result was completely different from what I imagined.
"Disciple, are you really enlightened?"
The middle-aged monk stared at Fan Jing, who was kneeling on his palms, with an expression of surprise. The surprise came so suddenly that he had to pick his ears and make sure again to prevent him from mishearing.
"Master clearly understands that Fan Jing has realized his mistake. He is willing to follow Master back to the temple to practice martial arts."
Fanneng lay motionless on the ground with his palms on his hands, his voice extremely sincere.
"Hahaha, okay, okay, that's great!..."
Hearing this answer, the middle-aged monk's mind was full of excitement, his clothes were hunting, and he couldn't help laughing happily. This his most proud disciple finally found his way back. Although he was ten years late, it was still not too late with his understanding.
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"Okay, okay, okay! I will take you out of here today!"
The middle-aged monk's eyes sparkled and he laughed heartily.
After saying that, he stretched out his palm, and the arm full of muscles stretched into the air like a pillar of heaven. There was a rumble, the ground shook, and something incredible happened.
Buzz!
Looking down from the sky, I can see that with the mountain peak where the temple is located as the center, at the foot of the mountain, due east, the lush land is like a scroll slowly rolling up. Then due south, due west, and due north, the lush land is rolling up one after another.
rise……
These rolled-up pieces of ground formed a rectangular shape, with lots of dust and particles flying into the air. The wind was so strong that the air outside the rolled-up pieces of land was blurred, and the distance between the peaks on both sides continued to grow.
Boom!
As if a thunderbolt passed through the void, the huge mountain peak, the small temple on the top of the mountain, and the surrounding green land flew into the sky, shrinking continuously, and in the blink of an eye turned into a sutra painting suspended in the air.
And those mountain peaks, small temples, and grasslands all turned into the landscape in the painting, solidified in it.
Snapped!
Five thick and powerful fingers reached into the air and suddenly grasped it. The middle-aged monk firmly grasped the rolled-up sutra painting in his hand.
Surrounded by green mountains, the middle-aged monk and Fan Jing appeared at the foot of the mountain between the two peaks at some unknown time.
The space where the temple was originally located just disappeared out of thin air, and no trace of its existence could be found. Only a wisp of black air the size of a bowl was left rising from the ground to the sky.
"Yes, yes, it's not in vain that I brought the mountain and river paintings in the temple to you to study the Buddhist scriptures. In ten years, this vortex of time and space leading to the underworld was actually compressed by you to only this size. It's much bigger than I expected.
It will be three months shorter!”
The middle-aged monk stared at the place where the black air rose, his eyes filled with joy.
Within three feet of the place where the wisp of black air rose, there was nothing and no grass growing. Under the erosion of the death breath of the underworld, no plants could grow. (A great activity for pie-in-the-sky, cool mobile phones are waiting for you. Get it! Follow it~ click/public account (just add friends on WeChat, add public account and enter ddxiaoshuo), participate now! Everyone will win a prize, follow ddxiaoshuo WeChat public account now!)
Chapter completed!