Take charge of Ascension

Chapter 197

As expected, the ability of Feisheng Temple was not built. After borrowing it, the bottleneck from acquired to innate, this unbreakable obstacle, was knocked away.

After a qualitative change, the internal force turned into innate qi, which increased in quality but decreased in quantity, making Zhao Ji feel a sense of emptiness in his body.

So, after Zhao Ji practiced his kung fu for a while, under the operation of the Shenzhao Jing, all the vitality of the world around his body surged towards his body, allowing the innate true energy in his body to fill up.

During this process, Zhao Ji mobilized the ray of innate zhenqi in his body again, and when he rushed into the innate zhenqi cultivated by himself, he immediately became angry.

This violent turbulence greatly increased the speed at which Zhao Ji absorbed the vitality of the heavens and the earth. In a short period of time, the vitality of the heavens and the earth around him was absorbed.

The vitality of heaven and earth within a radius of three feet was sucked away by Zhao Ji, and the suction continued to expand outwards, from three feet to ten feet.

Therefore, in the valley, around Feisheng Hall, there was a breeze, and all the vitality of the heaven and earth in the distance flowed towards Zhao Ji, forming a vortex around him.

Maintaining like this, an hour later, when Zhao Ji stood up, he was refreshed, a feeling of being reborn and reborn came to his mind.

Acquired return to the innate is to remove all the impurities brought by the day after tomorrow, and return to the state of the newborn, the lightness and comfort, which makes people feel as if they are in a celestial being, and they can go away with the wind.

"what!"

Successfully broke through to the Xiantian realm, not the Xiantian first level. Just now, Zhao Ji refined the twelve acupoints in his body in a row, his cultivation level went further, and he advanced to the Xiantian second level. That kind of ecstasy was irresistible, let him There was a loud roar.

The innate realm is divided into ten layers, and it is fine to break through the innate realm after the day after tomorrow, you need to sense the heaven and the earth, and turn your internal energy into true energy, there are no other conditions.

The improvement of the innate realm, level by level, requires refining the acupoints. Every time twelve acupoints in the body are refined, the cultivation level can be improved by one level.

When attacking Xiantian, Zhao Ji's accumulation was not enough, and his foundation was not enough, otherwise, with his own ability, he would not have failed in the attack, and he still needed to rely on the power of the Ascension Palace.

Early in the morning, Zhao Ji made a plan. He has a big heart, and he still doesn't like the first level of Xiantian. If he wants to be promoted to the second level of Xiantian, the most critical point is the trace of innate true energy in his body.

Utilizing that sliver of innate qi and the power of the Ascension Palace, Zhao Ji not only advanced to the innate realm, but also took a step closer to reach the second level of innateness.

The innate second floor is indeed powerful. When Zhao Ji got up, he felt the thickness of the true energy in his body, a feeling that was dozens of times stronger than before, spontaneously arose.

A cry shook the sky, and it spread far away, but it attracted Zixing, and it jumped up and down, and in a moment, it was in front of it.

"Haha, Zixing, how have you been these two days?"

Hugging Zixing in his arms, Zhao Ji was quite happy.

After playing with Zi Xing for a while, Zhao Ji was ready to get down to business. Now that his cultivation has reached the innate realm, he must attract an innate to learn another unique skill.

In Zhao Ji's memory, among the innate warriors, the one who impressed him the most is the floor sweeping monk of Shaolin Temple in Tianlong Babu.

The appearance of the floor-sweeping monk was really exciting. One person blocked the attacks of Xiao Feng and Murong Fu, acting as if nothing had happened, the demeanor of a master.

The most important thing is that Zhao Ji is envious of Shaolin Temple's unique skills, Yi Jin Jing and Xi Sui Jing, which are the two most outstanding skills among Shaolin's unique skills. Now, he has learned Yi Jin Jing, but he is still short of one. through.

The sweeping monk has been guarding the Sutra Pavilion for 30 years, and he has learned all of Shaolin's unique skills. The Sutra of Washing the Marrow should also be included in this list. Zhao Ji came up with this idea.

Write on the Life and Death Book with the Qianqiu pen, the time and space in the ancient well change, and the figure of an old monk slowly rises up, out of the ancient well, and stands in front of Zhao Ji.

Time and space changed, the scene in front of us changed drastically, and the appearance suddenly changed. The expression of ordinary people had already changed drastically and they were shocked by such a weird thing, but the sweeping monk took it lightly and didn't care at all.

With a turn of the eyeballs, all the situations in Feisheng Hall were captured by the eyes, and with a flick of the ears, all the sounds within a radius of ten miles were heard.

After looking at the surrounding environment, seeing nothing unusual, the sweeping monk then set his eyes on Zhao Ji, but he didn't make a sound for a moment.

Seeing that the floor sweeping monk was silent, Zhao Ji didn't make a sound himself, his eyes were staring like beads, and he looked at the floor sweeping monk without blinking.

However, Zhao Ji made a mistake in comparing his strength with the sweeping monk. He didn't move, and neither did the sweeping monk, just staring at Zhao Ji.

In the end, Zhao Ji couldn't hold on any longer, and he took the initiative to say: "Master is so determined, I admire this immovable energy like a mountain."

"The benefactor is absurd. The old monk has lived for nearly a hundred years. He has long adapted to various unexpected changes, but he can barely maintain his composure. However, how the tricks have changed, I really can't see it for a while."

The floor-sweeping monk folded his palms together and saluted.

"Master, if I say this is not your original world, do you believe it or not?"

Rolling his eyes, Zhao Ji said narrowly.

The sweeping monk chanted the Buddha's name and said: "Amitabha, seeing the calm appearance of the donor, he must know the reason for this. I don't know, can you explain it to me."

"It seems that the master believed it, well, let me explain it to you."

Zhao Ji smiled lightly.

The sweeping monk is indeed worthy of being a sweeping monk. Not only is his martial arts cultivation high, but his Buddhism cultivation is superb, his concentration is also first-class, and he can be as immovable as a mountain.

Therefore, Zhao Ji had no choice but to tell the lie he had already made up. The sweeping monk was a good listener, and he listened quietly without interjecting a word.

It wasn't until after listening that Zhao Ji stared at the sweeping monk's face that he saw some changes in his expression, a very slight surprised expression, which disappeared in a flash.

"I don't want to, I came to the heaven. It seems that my Buddhist practice is not enough, and I haven't reached the standard to enter the Western Paradise."

Shaking his head slightly and sighing, the sweeping monk looked a little sad.

"The Western Ultimate Bliss may not be better than the heavens. As the saying goes, if you come here, you will be safe. Master, you can stay here with peace of mind."

Zhao Ji smiled, and said indifferently: "By the way, I still have monks from Shaolin Temple who came here before. The master should have a common language with them."

Zhao Ji still admires such an eminent monk as the sweeping monk. With such a master sitting in Zengjia Village, he can rest easy in the future.

(End of this chapter)