Bai Qi was anxious. At that moment, he felt like he was being watched. Even if he used Qingdi Yi, he could not guarantee that he would not be discovered. This was Bai Qi's formation of Yin Shen at the beginning. In that moment, he understood the world and suddenly possessed
a state of.
This state will not last long and will dissipate in a few hours.
Bai Qi was very sure that it was not an illusion.
With the blessing in his heart, Bai Qi immediately ran away, but this time, no matter what, he could not get rid of the person following him. The speed of water escape was extremely fast, and the shadow behind him lingered.
After cultivating Yin Shen, his spiritual thoughts can sweep a range of more than ten miles. However, Bai Qi was afraid of being attacked by others using the power of his spiritual thoughts, so he did not dare to explore, so he could only fly away. He saw that he had escaped for more than two hundred miles, and the water suddenly flowed in front of him.
After cutting off, an earthen embankment appeared, and a weir lake accumulated on the right side.
Bai Qi and Zihong rushed out of the water and saw a small temple leaning on the blue boulders on the shore directly in front of them.
The temple gate collapsed, the red wall has turned black, and most of the tiles on the eaves have fallen off.
There was only one bright threshold, as if it had been stepped on thousands of times, emitting a yellowish-red light. On that threshold, sitting an old monk, leaning against the broken door, drinking a bowl of gruel.
The old monk had no beard, and his face was lined with wrinkles and furrows. The glaze on the broken bowl he was holding had all fallen off, and the edges of the bowl and his teeth were missing.
Bai Qi pulled Zihong and turned around to leave. There was no one to hide in this ruined temple. He was not one of those wealthy people, and he didn't want to implicate this monk who was about to die.
"Two benefactors, we are destined to pass by each other. Please leave some incense." The old monk suddenly spoke, placed the broken bowl on the threshold, and stood up.
Bai Qi stopped, knowing that this monk was weird. He said, "Nowadays, monks even want Taoist priests' incense money?"
"Red lotus, white lotus root and green lotus leaf, Buddhism and Taoism are originally one family."
Bai Qi smiled and said: "Since we are a family, let's go in and sit down. But if it kills you, don't blame me."
The old monk smiled calmly and raised his hand to invite Bai Qi to enter.
There are only two entrances to this small temple. The entrance is into a courtyard. The houses on both sides are dilapidated. The main hall in the front looks very dark. Bai Qi Yin Shen has already tied up. At a glance, he can see that the thing enshrined in the main hall is a statue of a foot.
The big Buddha with red lotus. The appearance of this big Buddha is exactly the same as the Jade Buddha in my precepts.
It turned out to be a monk from the Red Lotus Pure Land Sect, Bai Qi already knew it in his heart.
"Old monk, since you want to give alms, here are two things for you." Bai Qi said, taking out the Heavenly Magic Mirror and the Red Lotus Jade Buddha.
The old monk glanced at the Red Lotus and Jade Buddha, then finally stared at the Heavenly Demon Mirror and sighed.
"Donor, General Luo's nephew..."
"Dead." Bai Qi answered simply.
The old monk shook his head and did not go to get the Magic Mirror and the Jade Buddha. He went to the Buddha, lowered his head to get the fire, and lit a glass lamp. The weak light came on, and there was a dim halo of light in front of the Buddha statue.
The old monk lit the lamp, pointed to the futon on the ground, and said: "Donor, please sit down and have a fast meal." After saying that, the old monk went to the threshold, took the broken bowl, picked up two pieces of broken tiles on the ground, and put the
Each of them poured a little of the remaining porridge into the trough and placed it in front of Bai Qi and Zihong.
Zihong rolled his sleeves, frowned and said, "It's dirty."
Bai Qi also had a strange look on his face. The old monk gave the leftover porridge to him and Zihong. He said it was some kind of vegetarian meal. Could it be that he had misjudged it? For no reason, it was not very satisfying to eat an old man's saliva.
The old monk sighed and said: "Well, everyone in the world knows the law of skin appearance. Who can take the golden lotus from the fire? For the sake of the Jade Buddha."
As the old monk spoke, he flicked his greasy sleeves on the tiles, and accidentally dropped a spider. His eyes went straight as he rolled his eyes, and he saw that among the two greasy porridges, there was a piece of it each.
Here comes a red lotus flower.
The red lotus withered as soon as it opened and formed lotus pods. The lotus pods were green in color and exuded an alluring fragrance. Bai Qi felt that the lotus seeds contained mysterious power. That power was not at all in his own inverse scale crystal.
Next, Bai Qi only took a whiff, and the Yin Shen that had just condensed became a bit stronger.
To others, this kind of growth would be nothing, but Bai Qi's Yin Shen was so powerful that when it was condensed, it had already reached the peak of divine transformation. All that was left was to slowly polish it, seek opportunities, and break through to the realm of Yang Shen.
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A lotus flower can only produce eighteen lotus seeds. Zihong took one and drank it directly. Her swordsmanship was not long advanced. She needed to strengthen the Yin Shen and strengthen her spiritual consciousness in order to improve her swordsmanship.
Bai Qi didn't care so much, he opened his mouth and swallowed the eighteen lotus seeds and sent them into the demonic space. The green lotus in the fire immediately absorbed the eighteen lotus seeds and continued to temper them with the demonic fire.
When the old monk saw Bai Qi swallowing the dates, he couldn't help but said: "Donor, each lotus seed is equivalent to the Buddha's power transformed by the whole body of an eminent monk with the Arhat status. It would be a pity to eat it like this."
Bai Qi said: "The Red Lotus Jade Buddha, if I give you the Red Lotus Pure Land Sect, I won't have any physical pain, let alone a few lotus seeds."
The old monk lowered his eyebrows, clasped his hands to Bai Qi, and said, "Thank you so much for your advice, the old monk has nothing to offer, so he cares too much about this thing.
Bai Qi raised his head and looked outside the temple gate. On the upper reaches of the river, a colorful boat floated down. On top of the colorful boat, there were silk and bamboos, and four girls were dancing on the bow of the boat. They were as beautiful as heavenly beings.
When the boat came to the mud embankment, it stopped naturally. A woman stepped off the bow and walked towards the ruined temple.
The woman's steps were swaying, her long skirt was flowing, and she was walking on the muddy road, but she was not stained by any mud. She walked to the temple and looked inside. The temple was empty. In front of the Buddha statue, there was a lamp.
The green light is shaking and about to go out.
The man, Wang Wei Qingchen, frowned on the boat and said, "Xiao Qiao, if any monk gets in the way, I'll kill him."
"Yes, husband." Xiao Qiao bent his knees and gave a half salute, then took out a long sword from behind. The length of the sword was almost the same as a large gun on the battlefield, just over two feet. The sword body was light and thin, almost
Transparent. The lines on the sword look like burning flames, showing an orange-red color.
Bai Qi saw the woman drawing her sword in the temple, and murmured to himself, who is that Night Emperor? There are all such heroes under his command. I am afraid that this woman is as strong as her senior sister, and her magic power is even better.
Xiao Qiao held a sword in both hands and shouted into the temple: "You boy who killed the big snake, come out and die, don't hurt innocent people."
Bai Qi laughed. When did the people of the Ye Emperor Sect become righteous? But he didn't answer. The old monk picked up the tiles and said to Bai Qi and Zihong: "Two donors, please don't act rashly. Then
The person wearing it is called Wei Qingchen, and he is a fake immortal."
"Monk, are you not afraid?" Zihong asked.
"A glaze lamp is the Buddha's Kingdom of Ten Thousand Miles. In this temple, no one can hurt you, unless the Night Emperor comes in person."
Only then did Bai Qi notice that the dim light from the lamp lit by the old monk only shrouded the three people and was not spread out evenly. The old monk only put away the Heavenly Magic Mirror, but not the Red Lian Jade Buddha. Four
The shadows all point inward, looking a little weird.
Seeing that no one answered, Xiao Qiao rubbed her hands, held the sword in both hands, put strength under her feet, and rushed towards the dilapidated small temple. When she took the first step, she was already in front of the temple door. When she took the second step
, the long sword was raised, and on the third step, Xiao Qiao's long sword slashed hard, and the target was the main hall where Bai Qi and others were staying.
Three steps, one sword move. Xiao Qiao did not use sword control, but attacked like a warrior. However, Bai Qi felt that the vitality of the world outside the temple had all gathered into the fine in the process of taking these three steps.
When the two-foot-long sword was cut down from the long sword, the destructive power was dozens of times stronger than when Xiao Qiao drew the sword.
The two-foot-long sword was still light when it was lifted, but when it was cut down, it was as heavy as a mountain.
Zihong saw it and thought, if he used Qingsi Jianwan, he could produce such power, but if he used a sword, he would never be able to. It seems that there are still many things that he has not yet understood in terms of swordsmanship.
The old monk didn't even raise his head to look at Xiao Qiao's sword. When the long sword fell, it struck directly into nothingness. Bai Qi saw the long sword break through the roof and disappear with terrifying power.
This feeling was so weird that Bai Qi almost released the Six-Yang Thunder Sword Qi given by his master to fight against it. That sword triggered the Qi in Bai Qi's body.
Such a terrifying blow, the swordsmanship that swallowed up mountains and rivers, disappeared when it came into contact with the light.
Xiao Qiao held the hilt of the sword with both hands and found that the first half of the sword had disappeared. She was shocked and struggled to draw the sword. From the colorful boat, Wei Qingchen's voice came: "Xiao Qiao, let go."
There were tears in Xiao Qiao's eyes and sweat on her reddish face. As soon as she let go, the sword was completely absorbed into the void.
Wei Qingchen appeared beside her and said gently: "Xiao Qiao, it's not your fault, it's my fault."
"The sword you gave me..." Xiao Qiao choked up.
"Just build another one." Wei Qingchen didn't say anything about grabbing the sword. He looked at the dilapidated small temple with a serious expression.
"It turns out that he is a monk from the Honglian Pure Land Sect. Wei has never offended him, so why is he hindering me from doing things?"
The old monk finally spoke and said: "It's nothing more than cause and effect."
"If you mess with the Ye Di Sect, even the Buddha will be entangled in karma. Monk, leave. There is no place for Buddhism in Zhongzhou."
"As long as Donor Wei agrees to one thing, the Red Lotus Pure Land Sect will leave Zhongzhou immediately and never come back."
"Oh, what's the matter?"
"Come into my door and be ordained,"
"Ha, the monk was joking. Wei likes the prosperity of this world. He can't eat fast, can't recite sutras, and can't live without women." Wei Qingchen said while observing the ruined temple. He only saw a ball of lights.
Among them, three people were sitting on futons, their faces blurred and their energy far away.
"Is it okay if I don't eat fast and recite sutras? As for women's beauty, it's just superficial appearance. My first wife just passed away."
Even Zihong couldn't help but laugh, this monk was funny. If Wei Qingchen wanted to argue with him, he would definitely not be able to win. With the magical power of Buddhism, he has the ability to speak like a lotus flower, and even the dead can be resurrected.