"Who has evidence to prove that the temple really exists?" Fan Xian still retains the empirical spirit of modern people.

Fei Jie said proudly: "Mr. Ku He, one of the four great masters, just became a peerless powerful man on the mainland by chance because he was favored by the temple. Isn't this enough to prove it?"

"Maybe Kuhe took a lot of stimulants and then looked for a temple as an excuse." Fan Xian flattened his mouth.

"Bah, although I am also jealous of Kuhe's bald head's luck, I admire him for decades of respect for God. How could he use the temple as an excuse... Also, what is the stimulant?"

"It's just a big tonic medicine, similar to a fairy pill... It must have been over-replenished, otherwise why would his hair fall out."

Fan Xian jokingly with the teacher with a smile.

Fei Jie was too lazy to pay attention to him: "Temples and the heavenly veins are all things that are stored in classics. The most important part of the royal sacrifices of various countries is to sacrifice temples. However, the temples are unwilling to disturb the world and never enter the world. Therefore, the sacrifices are only held in the Temple of Heaven, three miles outside the palace. There are large sacrifices of temples in the Temple of Heaven in Qing and Northern Qi, but they never care about government affairs and national affairs. Only some ascetics are said to be the legacy of the temple in the world, walking in the world to cultivate their body and mind."

Fan Xian still smiled on his face, but was wondering in his heart, what kind of existence does this temple really exist? If it is a religion, why does there be no existence like a church in this world? Without these lower-level institutions, then this religion cannot control power. Without power, there will be no interests, no interests... Then no organization will have no reason to exist.

So he did not believe that the temple was really just a transcendent existence separated from the world, as Teacher Fei said.

However, he also thought in his heart that it would seem good if there was such a miracle place as faith without interfering with human life.

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"Okay, teacher, you have been talking for a long time, but haven't told me what the hell is going on in my body."

Seeing that elementary school students rarely get angry, Fei Jie carefully checked his pulse and said solemnly: "As I said just now, the true qi in your body is very domineering, so domineering that although you have only practiced for such a short time, the amount of true qi in your dantian and meridians is far beyond what your body can accommodate at this age."

"Is it that serious?" Fan Xian looked bitter.

“Not sure yet.”

"Then you scare me in advance."

"It's not that you're scaring you, but now you're like a leather bag containing wine. The bags are only so big, and then there are more and more wine in it. If you continue practicing, I'm worried that your leather bag will be swelled in the future."

Fan Xian has not had any strange feelings except that he often feels burning his waist when he practices these days. So when he hears the teacher say this, he is reluctant to believe it. He shakes his head and says, "The teacher is scolding me for drinking bags, and I understand this."

"You try to run the true energy in your body according to your usual exercises." Fei Jie frowned slightly.

Fan Xian closed his eyes and returned to his heart as he spoke, and naturally entered a state of cultivation. The warm air mass under the abdomen in his body began to gradually grow and slowly dissipated to his limbs along the meridians of the human body.

Fei Jie closed his eyes, put his fingers on the little guy's wrist, and carefully reviewed them. After a while, he suddenly frowned and said, "Don't deliberately keep it. You are just a five-year-old child. Even if this true energy is too domineering, it will not hurt me. It's just that you are weak now and can't bear it."

"Oh." Fan Xian had indeed controlled the strength of the true qi in his body and slowly released it out of his dantian. But when he heard the teacher's lecture, he thought it was right. His little true qi naturally could not hurt this old poison. If his true qi was released too little, it would be difficult for the teacher to detect the real symptoms.

Thinking of this, he closed his eyes, and the method of the nameless true Qi Technique slowly rang in his mind: "Buse Huachi's shape is still destroyed, and it will lead the Tianquan to flood his body..."

As the thought arises, the true energy in the body seems to have been ordered, jumping out of his dantian happily, following his meridians from abdomen to his back, and rushing straight to his wrist along a very strange path.

A muffled sound rang in the study room!

Fei Jie suddenly opened his eyes, feeling that his finger on the child's wrist was bounced by a thick stream of true energy. He was not prepared and was bounced against the wall. With a muffled sound, a burning sensation between his fingers, a painful chest, and a puff of bleeding!

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On the other side, Fan Xian felt a little bored in his chest. He raised his head and realized Fei Jie's miserable appearance. In shock, he quickly ran forward and helped the teacher up.

Fei Jie waved his hand and signaled that nothing happened. He got up from the ground and touched the blood stains on his lips. At this time, the little guy's eyes looked a little strange, and there was a few slight scents that were indescribable.

He murmured to himself: "He is only five fucking years old... Why is this true qi so domineering? If you continue practicing, wouldn't you be dying by the true qi in your body in the future?"

When Fan Xian heard the teacher scolding, he was stunned. He did not expect that Teacher Fei Jie was shocked by the sudden disobedient true energy in his wrist. But after Fei Jie was injured, the first thing he thought of was not his own injury, but concern for the safety of the students in the future. Thinking of this, even if Fan Xian, who had been hiding in the child's body and sometimes deliberately closed his feelings, was moved in his heart.

The wooden door opened without wind, and a black shadow swept in like a dark light.

Fan Xian was very familiar with the taste of this person, so he ignored it and just supported Teacher Fei Jie.

"Two fools."

Even at this time, the blind Wuzhu still spoke in such a cold tone. He held Fan Xian away with one hand, put his finger on the little guy's neck, paused for a while and said coldly: "You are not injured, you are just watching Fei Jie vomit blood, and you are so panicked."

Then he looked at Fei Jie and said coldly: "Fe Jie, you teach him to use poison. I trust your level, but the lady said back then that your martial arts realm is the weakest among the eight major places in Kyoto. Since it is something I left to the young master, you'd better not say anything else next to you."
Chapter completed!