The young monk's eyes were as gentle as water, and fell on Ling Chong's face, and he smiled and closed his eyes: "Master Wuliang Buddha! How can you ask the two donors, how to get to the Heavenly Mechanical Platform?" Wang Chao looked at Ling Chong, and his eyes were full of shock. His martial arts had already been mastered to the point of a first-class master. With a thought, the wind and movements within three feet of radius could enter my heart, but the monk seemed to appear out of thin air, and he didn't notice it at all.

Ling Chong smiled: "Is the master referring to Tianjitai? Walking up this mountain road, you will see Yingchouyan, and you will see it after walking for a while." Tianjitai is the most famous place in Chu Mountain. It is said that when Emperor Taizu first established the country a thousand years ago, he discussed the world and the strategy of governing the country with his close minister Liu Zhongwen. Most of the national policies that the Ming Dynasty has implemented today were established at that time. This Tianjitai has thus become a famous scenic spot. Many high-ranking officials and students enjoy visiting this place and paying attention to the relics of the ancestors and sages.

The monk thanked him, suddenly walked two steps closer, stared at Ling Chong and said, "I think the little donor has a deep Buddha nature and is destined to be with my Buddha. I don't know if the donor is willing to talk to me in detail?" Wang Chao coughed, twisted his body, and inserted it between the two of them, and said coldly: "Master, please go quickly after asking about the road. My young master still wants to pass on the family line. Even if he has a destiny to the Buddha, he is afraid he can't enter the Buddhist sect." The monk smiled, but when he faced him, he seemed to be facing a beast with a ferocious body, and his hair was blown up. He heard that this monk was going to kidnap the second young master into the Buddhist sect. That was not a joke. Once he entered the Buddhist sect, he would have to purify his six senses and have no descendants. The old lady and the master would never agree, and immediately rushed out.

The monk looked at him and said lightly: "This little donor has a deep Buddha nature. I just want to make a good relationship with him. I look at the little donor's face. I am afraid that there is still a brother, but there is no need to worry about the incense of this offspring. Don't be angry." The dynasty was still waiting to say something, but suddenly saw a light flashing in the monk's eyes, and a flash of flowers in front of him. He was shocked to find that he was still in a mysterious space. A golden Buddha was sitting firmly in front of him, several feet high, and his body emitted infinite Buddha light. The big Buddha was silent and only the Buddha light shining everywhere. The dynasty had never seen such a shocking scene in his life. He felt that all the six consciousnesses of eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind were lost, and could only stand quietly and be slaughtered.

When Ling Chong saw Uncle Wang being looked at by the monk, his eyes were dull and as if he was stupid, he hurriedly patted, shouting, "Uncle Wang!" Fortunately, after a slap, Wang Chao woke up from his dream and woke up with a sudden sense of fear. He looked at the monk again and pulled Ling Chong away without saying a word. The young monk did not chase after him, but laughed and said, "The little donor has a fate with my Buddhist sect. I will definitely go to the mansion in person!"

Ling Chong was pulled by the Chao and went straight down the mountain. When he arrived at Xiemating, Chafu had already smiled and ran away: "The Second Young Master and Butler Wang got down so quickly?" Chao said nothing, pulled Ling Chong up and ran away with a whip, which surprised Chafu: "It usually took half a day to go down the mountain. What's wrong today? He looked like he was seeing a ghost?"

The two rode their horses into the city, headed straight to Ling's mansion, and sat down in the inner mansion. After Wang Chao felt a cold sweat, he said with lingering fear: "Young Master, we meet a demon monk!" He said what he saw. Ling Chong was not afraid, but also blamed him: "Uncle Wang, according to your words, the monk is clearly a good man. I guess he is a hindrance. He must have thought you were in trouble and scared you with magic. Didn't he do anything wrong? You pulled me back, but I missed the opportunity to talk to him. Maybe he was the one among the gods and came to pick me up?"

Wang Chao grinned bitterly: "My young master, are you really confused or fake? The demon monk used magic to control me, which is obviously uneasy. If you talk to him, you might be sure that one day he shaves his head and becomes a monk. At that time, the incense of the Ling family was cut off, and I will die for a long time. How can I be worthy of the old master in the nine springs?"

Ling Chong waved his hand and smiled and said, "Uncle Wang, although I am infatuated with the immortal path, I only pursue immortality and freedom. I don't want to sit in meditation like a monk and be a golden Buddha. Besides, the monk was going to pass on the Buddhist sect just now, but he shouldn't have used magic on you. Although he did not hurt others, he was showing off his skills. I would not take this way of becoming a monk. Therefore, I would not enter his sect. Please don't worry about this."

Wang Chao looked at Ling Chong, whose wisdom flashed in his eyes, and opened his mouth wide, as if he had known him for the first time. Ling Chong smiled again: "Uncle Wang, I just don't like those corrupt scholars who are loyal and patriotic all day long, and their extremely pedantic rhetoric. I looked at some miscellaneous books to relieve my boredom, but it was not a fool who didn't know anything." He clapped his hands, Shi Shiran stood up, suddenly frowned, and said to himself: "The monk's magic power is not bad, I'm afraid he is still above Cao Jing's few arrogances. Jinling City has always been peaceful. Why are such a master appearing in one day? I'm afraid there will be a big chaos in the future. Forget it, the sky falls, and the prefect of the Jinling Prefecture is under my control. It's nothing to do with me!" His sleeves fluttered, Shi Shiran left.

Wang Chao opened his mouth enough to stuff an egg, and after a long time, he suddenly burst into laughter, and tears flowed with tears, shouting: "Since you know that Cao Jing's disciples are all fools, what else can you ask for? What kind of immortals are you learning? No, the second young master is right. That monk is very powerful. I am afraid that coming to Jinling City is not a good way. I want to report to the master as soon as possible! However, the second young master analyzed it very well, and he is very wise and stupid! Haha! Haha!" He always thought that although the second young master was not bad, he was a little unfair and worried about his future. There was nothing more happy than finding out that Ling Chong was just keeping his wisdom and refusing to express his weakness easily.

Ling Chong returned to the room, changed his naughty and jumping look, sat cross-legged on the bed, and first silently circulated his true energy, and wandered only among the Ren and Du meridians. The dynasty had several masters in the world, and his internal skills were learned from the authentic Xuanmen and accumulated strength. However, Ling Chong had a special physique. After practicing for five years, he actually caused a wisp of innate essence in his mother's womb to be transformed into his own use. He connected Ren and Du, and reached a state that many martial arts practitioners had nowhere to reach in their lifetime. Now he is using water to polish the kung fu to slowly open up the rest of his meridians. Just wait for the eight strange meridians in the whole body to be unblocked, and he can live for a hundred years without illness or disaster.

A stream of true energy flowed slowly in the Jueyin Pericardium Meridian in his arm. Suddenly, a wisp of cool air came out at the fingertips, making a hissing sound. Ling Chong smiled: "It's not in vain for three months of hard work. The Jueyin Pericardium Meridian in his hand has finally been completely penetrated. After that, I have made many more conveniences in my control sword!" He jumped out of the bed and choked, and there was an extra steel sword in his hand.

He pinched a sword technique with his right hand, and his sword blade was as bright as his eyebrows. He looked at the tip of the sword, then stepped forward, and the sword blade was flattened, and the sword blade was whimpering in the wind. He saw him rushing high and low, sometimes like a spirit cat rolling, sometimes like a nine dragon flying in the sky, his body was floating, only rising and falling in the sword light. Later, he could only see a ball of sword light like a huge white ball, dazzling light, rolling around in the cramped room, but never touching anything.

Ling Zhen is pedantic by nature and does not like to talk about strange powers and chaos. He just does not interfere with practicing martial arts and strengthening his body. After all, riding and shooting skills are one of the six arts that Confucian scholars must practice. However, Ling Chong's distraction skills are unwilling to study them carefully. He was hit by Ling Zhen once again in practice martial arts and swords. He was really scolded and ordered him not to practice martial arts again in the future.

Ling Chong also acted coquettishly with his grandmother, but no matter how the old lady persuaded him, Ling Zhen was determined to refuse to agree. The old lady had no choice but to say to her grandson: "Your father was angry when he saw you being distracted by miscellaneous things. You should not contradict him. If you want to practice martial arts or something, just stay in your room. It would be fine if he didn't let him see it."

Therefore, Ling Chong practiced internal and external skills in the room. At first, because the room was cramped, his internal skills were fine, but he couldn't use his fist, foot and sword skills. He just thought it was a kind of training. He was extremely uncomfortable at first, but later he could make perfect use of it. He could also be like a fish in the room and his sword skills went up to the top. If he was seen by the dynasty, he would be even more shocked and praised him as a genius who was unparalleled in swordsmanship.

As the sword light stretched out, it made a sound of dragon roaring and tiger roaring, and then a group of sounds made loud. Ling Chong shouted loudly, circled his hands and pinched a strange seal. A wisp of sword light flew away and headed straight for the wall. There were several crisp sounds, and the long sword that had refined steel collided with the wall, and it exploded and fell all over the ground.
Chapter completed!