Lord Sword Immortal will not be defeated

Chapter 1 Bailong Temple
The mountains are far away, and the clouds are misty.

Outside the mountains and rivers are lingering and lonely, the temples are uneven and blue.

Suddenly hearing the melodious sound of the bell, the hazy tulle in the mountains suddenly surged.

On the bell tower with octagonal eaves, a middle-aged monk pushes a wooden bell cone as thick as a person with one hand.

Boom!
The bell rings again, and it is long and long, passing through mountains and mountains in an instant.

At the corner of the bell tower, behind the monk, a ten-year-old boy watched his movements with no expression on his face, even though the bell was ringing close to his ears, his expression remained unchanged.

The cold morning breeze blew by, and the hair on the young man's forehead fluttered lightly, gently brushing against his white jade-like cheeks.

The slender eyelashes remained motionless, and the image of the monk striking the bell was perfectly reflected in the clear and bright eyes.

The lips are pursed lightly, and the lip line is as clear as an outline of an autumn hair.

Wang Li, 14 years old, arrived at Bailong Temple ten months ago, and followed the monk Jingyuan who was ringing the bell day and night.

It is not to become a monk to practice, but to take care of the congenitally deficient body and get rid of stubborn diseases.

The morning bell of Bailong Temple has the effect of cleansing the body and mind and invigorating the spirit.Therefore, Jingyuan didn't need to ring the bell, but he took the initiative to "grab" the job, and took Wang Li to listen to the ancient temple bell at close range every day.

However, the bell at close range is very loud, and people who are not used to it will be shocked when they get close to it.

But Wang Li did not, he seemed unresponsive, as if he had lost his hearing.

After a while, the last bell rang, and the monk Jingyuan pressed the bell vertebra with one hand, immediately made it still, and then turned around.

Wang Li also recovered at the same time.

The two looked at each other and went downstairs together without saying a word.

Entering from the side of the temple, the sound of wooden fish and chanting gradually become one, dispelling the silence of the early morning in the deep mountains.

Not long after, a low Buddhist temple with gray walls and tiles emerged among the green bamboo forests.

Entering, the pebbles pave the road, the flowers and plants are lush, and the dewdrops reflect the golden morning light.

The fireworks in the side kitchen are in full swing, and the water mist is steaming.

Wang Li pouted, but went straight back to the room without saying a word.

Immediately afterwards, the monk Jingyuan came in with two barrels of hot water in both hands, poured them into the wooden barrel in the middle of the room, and went back and forth several times. The hot water was full and the room was filled with mist.

After closing the door, he took out a porcelain bottle from his pocket, sprinkled the cyan powder into the tub, and the scalding hot water turned dark cyan in an instant, then stretched out his index finger into it, and nodded slightly after counting breaths.

Withdrawing his hands and facing Wang Li, a smile could not help but float on his face.

"Master Jingyuan, when will he be big?" Wang Li asked bitterly, but his hands were not idle, and he stripped himself naked in two or three strokes.

Jingyuan said with a smile: "Congenital diseases can't be cured overnight, and this medicinal bath will take at least one month."

Wang Li stepped on a wooden stool with one leg, and tentatively put the other leg into the hot water in the bucket, sucking in the cold air hissingly, trying again and again, before soaking himself in the hot potion for a while .

Not only is the hot water itself scalding hot, but what is even more unbearable is the medicinal powder just put in by the monk Jingyuan, which seems to turn the hot water into pepper water that can directly act on the surface of the skin.

As we all know, spicy is a kind of pain, an irrepressible burning sensation.

What's more, the monk Jingyuan didn't allow him to wear any clothes at all.

This brought him double stimulation, after all, there are always some parts of the human body that are extremely fragile.

Spicy chicken!
However, just gritted his teeth and trembled for a while, Wang Li gradually closed his eyes and stopped struggling, as if he had settled down.

Although it was not the first time he had seen such a scene, Jingyuan was still shocked and lamented by his performance.

He has personally experienced the pain caused by this kind of medicinal bath, and he has seen many children struggling and crying bitterly in the medicinal bath. Syncope is the pain of waking up from the pain, even for adults, it is inevitable to choke your neck and howl non-stop.

But, looking at this young man, there was only pain at the beginning, then he got used to it quickly, and finally he didn't say a word, his face didn't change.

Such stamina and concentration are rare for young people, not to mention that he is very talented and often speaks amazing words. He is really a good seed for practicing Buddhism.

Thinking of this, Jing Yuan couldn't help but look at the thick black hair on Wang Li's head, and sighed in his heart.

It's a pity that this young man's interest in Bailong Temple is only limited to his own way of practice, and he has no interest in truly worshiping Buddhism and studying Buddhist principles.

If you don't practice Buddhism, you can't pass it on.

Even if Jingyuan is willing to violate the rules of Bailong Temple, without the foundation of Buddhism, Wang Li will not be able to truly cultivate the method of Bailong Temple to the depth.

How can I make him worship into the temple willingly?This problem has been bothering Jingyuan for almost a month.

This kind of determination is really the true intention of the Buddha to cut his flesh to feed the eagle and his body to feed the tiger. If he really stepped into the Buddhist gate and practiced the Buddhist method, what would it be like?
Jingyuan has infinite reverie in his heart.

After watching quietly for a long time, his eyes became firm again, and he left reluctantly.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Wang Li opened his eyes, and there was a flash of inspiration in them.

He looked down at the body soaked in the blue hot water, and there was no trace of pain in his eyes and expression.

Leaning back, he let out a long and comfortable sigh.

Wang Li was born in the family of a Marquis of a small country. His mother died of dystocia. Wang Li was congenitally deficient and suffered from illnesses since childhood.

Ten months ago, he had just turned 14 years old, and his age and body had reached the appropriate stage, so he was sent to Bailong Temple.

And the current King Li also came across time on the night when he turned fourteen.

That night, the poor son of the marquis broke out with a stubborn illness and coughed up blood one after another. Little Wang Li should have passed away. Immediately afterwards, Da Wang Li woke up, and the two souls that were about to disappear perfectly merged, and finally won a glimmer of life.

In the past month, Wang Li followed the monk Jingyuan in Bailong Temple, took medicinal baths three times a day, took medicine three times, interspersed with practicing the art of strengthening the body, not to mention that the illness was gone, at least he would not be panting after walking a few steps , coughing desperately when the cold wind blows.

It can be seen from this that the monk Jingyuan is a person with real ability. His ability is not a superb medical skill, but a "Buddhism" that transcends the mundane.

Of course, Wang Li prefers to regard this as a unique method of a practitioner, which has nothing to do with the kung fu he has seen in the mortal world.

After all, he has never seen a certain martial art that can really play golden special effects.

But the golden bell jar of the Pure Fate monk can really form a big bell with dazzling golden light and clear decoration outside the body.

Moreover, due to the special "talent" gradually revealed by Wang Li, the heartbeat of the monk Jingyuan gradually intensified.Therefore, in order to lure Wang Li to shave and get started, he often "inadvertently" reveals some peculiarities.

For example, when eating, the body is suspended in the air when eating, and the body is suspended in the air when meditating, and the special effect version of the golden bell released during cultivation.

Wang Li was really attracted by these means.

However, if he wants to become a monk, it is still like a toad with long hair—impossible.

He still remembered that he had a marriage contract, and that fiancée was one year younger than him, but after a quick glance, he also knew that she had already appeared with bright eyes and white teeth, and was charming and charming.

It's not that Wang Li is reluctant, but that she doesn't want an innocent girl to be hurt because of her divorce. In this world, girls who have their marriage divorced will be labeled as bad regardless of the reason. The "evil" side is thrown into reverie.

Besides, he never thought of becoming a monk himself, and he was even more single-handed at home.

Furthermore, Wang Li is not sure whether he is the villain supporting role in a novel about a heroine. After all, things like being divorced mostly happen to the protagonist...

Therefore, for the sake of the peace and stability of the entire Wang family, an orderly inheritance, and for his own safety, Wang Li is determined not to become a monk.

The current situation is: I don't want to leave home, but I want to practice gong.

Wang Li has been exploring a solution.

It is a pity that Bailong Temple does not accept lay disciples, otherwise there would be so many problems.

As time went by, the color of the potion in the tub gradually became lighter, and as the temperature continued to drop, it also completely lost its color.

Wang Li crawled out, dried himself and put on his clothes. The monk of Jingyuan knocked on the door and entered.

After quickly tidying up, the two had a simple breakfast, and Jing Yuan threw a wooden sword into Wang Li's hand.

Then, Jing Yuan sat cross-legged at the door, while Wang Li practiced swordsmanship in the courtyard.

Although this swordsmanship is also the true inheritance of Bailong Temple, without the blessing of Buddhist mentality, it will lose its true meaning, and it is difficult to show its true miraculousness.

While watching, Jingyuan flicked his fingers from time to time, and a little golden light leaped out and hit Wang Li.

"Taller."

"Not decisive enough."

"Too stiff."

"Wrong step."

Jing Yuan's guidance is similar to that of Buddhism's Ji Feng, and he doesn't always say it very directly, such as how much higher or lower, just let Wang Li think about it and adjust it by himself.

This kind of practice method made Wang Li very uncomfortable at first, but after getting used to it, the movements adjusted by himself were indeed more impressive.

This set of Fumojian has 51 moves in total, and Wang Li has already learned more than half of it.

After getting better and better, Wang Li no longer needed Jingyuan to point out his fingers, and his sword moves were well integrated, even with a wooden sword in hand, he still had a different kind of momentum.

The body follows the sword, the sword moves freely, and the sword moves freely with the heart.

The scorching sun in the sky had already dispelled the morning mist in the mountains, and the light and shadows on the ground danced, and sweat gradually oozes from Wang Li's forehead.

There is no fluctuation on the Jingyuan surface, but the fundus of the eyes is already full of satisfaction.

It's time to replace him with a real sword.

But this kid just insists on not wanting to become a monk, what should he do?

Bang!
While meditating, the courtyard door was suddenly pushed open, and a tall and thin figure appeared.

Wang Li was still immersed in swordsmanship, as if he didn't notice it.

Jingyuan admired his performance more and more, and got up quickly at the same time.

(End of this chapter)