Walking into the main hall, Fa Ming had already forgotten about the thank you gift. Although he knew that Luo Hai must be causing trouble, firstly he was just a cover and the thank you gift should not have been received. Secondly, he knew Luo Hai's cunning.
If you give him a thank you gift and keep talking to him, won't you lose your worth?
"Monk, does the Ziwu mica you mentioned really exist?" Luo Hai said seriously, removing his careless look.
"You yourself know whether your true energy is increasing or not. Do you still not believe me?" Fa Ming really couldn't figure out why Luo Hai didn't believe it. Even if he was beaten to death, he wouldn't have thought that the person standing in front of him was a person from this world.
Luo Hai traveled across time by chance, so there is reason to believe that the surge in skill is related to this.
"I remember you said that Ziwu Mica has other wonderful uses?" Luo Hai asked. He is not a stubborn person. It is meaningless to dwell on this kind of issue. As long as Faming comes up with some evidence again, I believe there is nothing wrong with him.
"Well, I said that according to records, the biggest characteristic of Ziwu Mica is that it can perfectly integrate the infuriating energy of various schools. Although there is no specific precedent mentioned in the records, I concluded that if someone fuses Ziwu Mica,
This characteristic will evolve into the ability for this person to cultivate two or more kinds of Qi." After Fa Ming finished speaking, he looked at Luo Hai with bright eyes.
Luo Hai felt like a guinea pig being watched by Dr. Strange.
"Stop joking, if I fail, I will not survive!" Luo Hai was furious. Listening to Fa Ming's tone, if he wants to test whether he has fused Ziwu Mica, he must introduce the true energy different from his own body into his body, and the cultivation can be successful.
Regardless of whether you fail or not, whether you can survive or not is a question.
In this world, the level of Zhenqi divides cultivators into strong and weak boundaries. Excluding the level of Zhenqi, that is **. For example, Zhenqi is the blue, blood and offensive and defensive attributes in the game, and ** is
Skill
As long as practitioners are aware of the scarcity of **, there are only a few ** for each of the twelve true qi schools in the world, and it is difficult for an ordinary disciple to get even a slightly stronger **.
, to get started as a cultivator, a master of a certain level must spend his natal qi to initiate his skills. The natal qi here refers to the current level of qi. For example, Fa Ming’s current qi of 70 would be uncontrollable.
If the disciple learns his skills, then he may return to the previous sixty-ninth level. There are naturally some such masters in the world except the masters of the twelve major sects, but they are by no means too natural. This has created some of the twelve major sects.
There are many disciples, and the leader always stays at Qi 70. Some disciples are sparse, but the leader is extremely powerful. The Tang Dynasty Government belongs to the former, with so many disciples that even the other eleven sects bundled together cannot compare.
Of course, this is related to the geographical location of the sect. In a prosperous city, the Tang Dynasty government has almost all ethnic cultivators. The more people in the sect, the more masters at the head level will naturally be.
Secondly, ** is not something that can be learned simply by leaving a bamboo slip. It also needs to be made by a first-level master who personally spends his energy and energy to make it.
The above two points have created a rare situation. There are countless cultivators but only a pitiful few. This is the current situation. But apart from this, ordinary cultivators still have other ways of fighting.
That is to inject the true energy into the opponent's body in various ways. Although the true energy of the same school belongs to the same source, it cannot be exactly the same after one's own cultivation. And there is absolutely no possibility of peaceful coexistence between the true energy of different schools.
So this fighting method is the mainstream
Now that Luo Hai is facing what Fa Ming said, he wants to get the true energy of other schools into his body, how can he remain calm in the Luo family? In the past few days, Luo Hai has gained a lot of common sense in this world, and finally sent in at the critical moment
It's useful, otherwise I don't know how I'd die.
Seeing Luo Hai's reaction, Fa Ming said sarcastically: "Don't worry, I will try my best to control it." He knew the dangers involved better than Luo Hai.
"Can I refuse?" Luo Hai felt like he was on a pirate ship. He actually forgot that the bald donkey in front of him was not just a wretched monk, but a serious Qi level 70 master. He had waited so long for him to do this.
How can you give up after a long time? No matter how cunning you are, you will still be weak in the hands of others.
"Because what I have inferred is true, my little friend cannot refuse!"
"I believe it! What the master said is the truth."
"It's too late"
"cao!"
Luo Hai was caught by Fa Ming in the blink of an eye.
"I'll be gentler!"
"Help!"
The wailing coming from the main hall of Huasheng Temple made the monks in the temple wonder, could there be an enemy attack? Then they all shook their heads. The abbot was in the hall at the moment, thinking that nothing would happen, so he continued with the affairs at hand.
After about two hours when the wailing was heard, the sky had already darkened. The previously closed door of the main hall opened with a creak. Abbot Faming came out with a tired look on his face and closed the door.
"Abbott, what is this?" The monks in the courtyard stopped and looked at Fa Ming's tired state. Most of them were puzzled. Only Shu Yuan, who was passing by, felt a little in his heart. Could it be that he was giving his disciples some merit? He immediately wondered what Luo Hai's arrival would do to him.
He knew it from the gatekeeper monk. The abbot and Luo Hai stayed in the main hall for a whole afternoon and he also knew it. But wasn't Luo Hai a disciple of the Tang Dynasty official? How could he accept Yin Gong again?
The abbot's fatigue did not seem to be a disguise. Shu Yuan had experienced the practice of Zen Master Kongdu before, and his expression was clearly the same.
So tired, could it be that (our monk Shu Yuan is not that wretched, readers must not make any ulterior inferences) that different sects can also be assisted by people with advanced skills to practice? Shu Yuan really can't figure it out.
"Shu Yuan, come here." Fa Ming glanced at Shu Yuan who was full of doubts.
"It's the abbot" Shu Yuan hurriedly trotted away
"It's all gone. We don't need to eat, right?" Fa Ming glared, and a group of young monks hurriedly carried their small wooden bowls to the canteen. It was fasting time, which angered the abbot and waited for him to be hungry all night.
No one was paying attention to this side anymore, and Fa Ming looked solemn: "Did you guess it?"
"Abbott, is this true?"
"Don't tell anyone about Eun Luo Hae being blamed by me."
Shu Yuan was dumbfounded, but Fa Ming had obviously overestimated him. His question actually referred to the matter of assisting in martial arts training, but he heard the even more shocking news that the abbot was guiding Luo Hai's martial arts.
"He, he's not"
"Well, you were the only one in the temple who knew that he was a disciple of the Tang Dynasty official, but you didn't tell the other brothers? Now you also know that Luo Hai is not an ordinary person. He can cultivate the Qi of two sects at the same time. Remember, tens of millions of
Confidential"
"I didn't tell anyone else. I know the abbot! Shu Yuan will never talk nonsense!" Shu Yuan immediately realized the importance of this matter and solemnly promised
"Okay, let's go to Yongzhai first!"
After sending Shu Yuan away, Fa Ming thought of Luo Hai who was practicing at the moment, and his tired face could not conceal the excitement in his eyes.
"It's true, there really is purple mica. This kid is lucky."
As soon as Fa Ming came out, he immediately approached Shu Yuan. Sooner or later, this Luo Hai would soar to the sky, but now is definitely not the time to leak the news. He could keep it secret for as long as he wanted. Fa Ming was also looking forward to it, integrating the legendary
Ziwu Mica, where can Luo Hai finally go?
Glancing at the closed door of the palace, Faming walked towards the dining hall. The eminent monk also wanted to eat fast.
Luo Hai felt that he was very hot, as if lava was rolling through his body. Luo Hai felt that he would be burned out in the next moment, but this extremely hot pain seemed to have no end.
As early as Luo Hai was caught by monk Faming, he was knocked unconscious. He didn't know when he woke up and fell into this abyss of pain.
In the abyss, Luo Hai felt like a mist, but he was surrounded by mist of various other colors, spinning and tearing him apart. He didn't know who he was, what he was, and where he was going. He just acted on instinct.
everything
Until a certain moment, Luo Hai roared, and the fog surrounding him was swallowed up by him, and more fog escaped far away, getting further and further away.
Luo Hai woke up and regained consciousness. He stared at the big Buddha opposite. The Buddha seemed to be smiling? No, he was crying.
After looking around for a few times, Luo Hai finally woke up completely
"Faming, you bastard, come out here, Master!"
"Uh, are you awake?" Faming pushed open the door of the palace and saw Luo Hai rolling up his sleeves and about to vent his anger on the Buddha statue. He was so frightened that if he hadn't been guarding the door, the Buddha statue might not be there a little later.
Save
"You have something to say!" Fa Ming couldn't stop him. His old face was wrinkled and tangled like a miniature maze. He thought about how he, a seventy-level master, was so ignored by others.
"Stop it first, are you okay? Lao Na's inference is completely true. You are indeed fused with Ziwu Mica."
"Is everything okay? It's because of my luck that I survived!" Luo Hai recalled the pain just now and just wanted to make pancakes for this delinquent monk who couldn't stand and talk without pain in his back.
"Okay, at least you're fine now, and you have a brand new Qi." Fa Ming finally got close to Luo Hai and saved the Buddha statue again.
After hearing this, Luo Hai was stunned. He didn't expect that he actually agreed with this bald donkey's inference. He stopped talking nonsense and hurriedly checked the true energy in his body.
"Infuriating level ten!" Luo Hai was shocked, "And it's light yellow! What's going on?"
"Haha!" Fa Ming showed a proud look, surprising this kid. It's not easy.
"Ziwu Mica is indeed the top-level thing in the legend. After fusing it, you reached the peak of the ninth level of the Tang Dynasty official's true energy. After adding a little of the true energy from Huasheng Temple to test it, I discovered that the true energy in your body is
There was no rejection, and I simply performed the Huasheng Temple Yin Gong, and then I found that there was a change in your true energy. Not only did the two true energies blend perfectly, but the newly born true energy suddenly showed signs of breakthrough, and then I gave you a sect.
The introductory guide** will help you achieve a breakthrough in one fell swoop. How about trying this infuriating energy to see the difference?" Fa Ming beamed as if he was showing off something.
"Thank you, Abbot. I was unreasonable earlier." Luo Hai suddenly seemed to be a different person.
"What?" Fa Ming couldn't recover for a moment, and then looked at Luo Hai with a sincere expression. He knew that this son was sincerely grateful to him, and he felt relieved. He secretly sighed that the hard work of the past few days was finally not in vain. For Luo Hai,
Hai, after this Fa Ming broke through to level 70, he did not teach any of his disciples. The results of several days of hard training were all placed on Luo Hai. Fa Ming's Qi has not increased at all compared to the day he just broke through.
"Haha, Mr. Luo, this is not your style. Will there be any sequelae?" Fa Ming waved his hand seemingly nonchalantly and said jokingly.
"Bald donkey, do you still want the Buddha statue?" Luo Hai scolded angrily, his expression returned to normal, but he buried his gratitude to the monk deep in his heart.
"By the way, our family did give you a thank you gift. Leave it here with me. Do you still want it now?" Luo Hai felt that he was a bit unkind before, but now this monk deserves a thank you gift.
"Forget it, you keep it!" Fa Ming was greatly surprised when he heard such an explanation. How could he really accept it? Then I didn't help you just because of your family's thank you gift.
Abbot Faming showed generosity for the first time in his life, but what awaited him was extreme regret. Of course, this is a story later.