Great Dao Ji

An Qisheng stood quietly, with a hint of joy in his eyes as clear as the starry sky.

Ringing this bell eighty-one times would yield greater rewards than he could gain from fighting a hundred times.

Under the huge pressure, at this moment, the network of Qi and muscles in his body had a deeper connection, and the method of horizontal training was initially achieved.

There was silence in the martial arts arena.

The group of monks looked at An Qisheng who seemed to be glowing with divine light on the bell tower, and fell into a deathly silence.

Sankong, Sanyin and other old monks looked at the Huangjue Bell that fell to the ground and was almost completely embedded in the Qinggangyan Square, and their faces twitched.

At this time, a palm print several inches deep was left on the nearly indestructible wall of Huangjue Bell.

It actually left traces on the Huangjue Bell

Although compared to the giant clock, the palm print is so small that you can't see it unless you look carefully, but it catches the eyes of several people at once.

"Palmprint"

Sankong's long white eyebrows raised and his body trembled.

The Huangjue Bell is not a simple copper bell, but a magic weapon that condenses the martial arts of Huangjue Temple for thousands of years. It is almost indestructible. Even Mu Qingfeng's Taibai Sword of Wanjian Villa may not be able to leave a mark on it.

At this time, it actually left such a deep palm print.

Fortunately, he had amazing self-cultivation. He took a deep breath, stood up, and recited the Buddha's name loudly:

"The Taoist Priest's physique is unparalleled. I admire him very much. We lost this bet! If the Taoist Priest wants to forge a magic weapon, our Huangjue Temple must do our best to help him."

If you lose, you have to admit it.

Sankong admitted defeat at the exit, and all the monks and great monks around him nodded dumbly. He had nothing to say as he lost, how could he not admit it?

Fu Xin's mouth twitched, wanting to say something, but he sighed.

Although somewhat reluctant.

But the fact is that before he takes action, he has already completely lost.

No matter how hard he tried, he wouldn't be able to ring the bell eighteen times, let alone eighty-one times?

All the ancestors who have been promoted to the divine veins in the past seven hundred years of Longxiang Dharma Temple have been resurrected. I am afraid that it is possible to win more times than this old Taoist priest.

"Huangjue Temple is worthy of being the leader of the righteous path, and the master's style is admirable."

An Qi was angry and his blood had calmed down, but he had already landed on the bell platform without seeing any movement.

He looked at Huangjue Zhong, which was almost completely submerged in the stone ground, and was a little surprised.

This Huangjue Bell is indeed a treasure. He tried his best to do it eighty-one times before leaving these three-inch palm prints, which shows how strong this bell is.

"Abbott!"

At this time, a figure in the distance fell from the sky and handed a red gilt greeting card to Sankong:

"Abbott, someone from the bottom of the mountain has sent a greeting card."

"Eh? This is a greeting card."

Sankong's heart moved, he held the greeting card and asked the disciple: "Where is the person coming?"

The disciple looked a little strange and said:

"Those people left their greetings and turned around and left."

The disciple felt a little weird.

He clearly saw a group of people rushing towards Huangjue Temple, but for some unknown reason, they suddenly turned back and left in a hurry.

"Gone"

Sankong opened the greeting card thoughtfully.

I saw a line of ink words on the red page: It's not a penny, but it's not bad. It's convenient for others, but it may not be convenient for you.

Signed: Ji Chonghua.

The power of this line of words shines through the back of the paper, and it contains deep divine meaning.

Sankong glanced at it, but his expression sank involuntarily:

"Ji Chonghua"

Ji Chonghua, Grand Master of Dafeng.

According to legend, he was born in a poor family when he was young. Fortunately, he met a strange man who taught him martial arts. He joined the army for twelve years and made many military exploits in the following years. He once drove a horse into the vast sea and led an army of 18,000 men to kill 30,000 elite cavalrymen of the Golden Wolf Court.

Therefore, at a young age when his merits were low, he was awarded the title of Marquis and became a general, but later he gave up martial arts and studied literature for three years. After studying hard for three years, he rose to the top of the high school and reached the position of Dafeng Grand Master, one person below ten thousand people.

He has been on the throne of Grand Master for decades and holds the real power.

He was a versatile man in both civil and military affairs, and his city was deep. Even his ancestor Yixiu said that he was a dangerous person.

Although he rarely takes action, there are rumors that his martial arts skills are higher than those of Han Changgong, and he is the real number one master in the Dafeng court.

The meaning of this line of words

Sankong was thoughtful and couldn't help but look towards the clock stand.

Boom!

Almost at the same time, a loud noise sounded from under the bell tower.

Under the huge shock, the huge martial arts arena seemed to be shaking.

When Sankong looked up, he happened to see it.

The white-robed Taoist stepped forward, and with great strength, he slammed forward.

It hit the copper bell hard.

There was only a thunderous roar, and the copper bell that was sunk deep under the stone slab was suddenly knocked out of the deep pit by the Taoist!

The eyelids of several great monks including Fu Xin jumped.

Moving this bell is countless times more difficult than ringing it.

How strong is this old Taoist priest?

"Master Abbot, I would like to trouble you to hang up this bell again."

An Qisheng patted the non-existent dust on his body.

This bell weighs tens of millions of kilograms. With his current physique and the horizontal training method he has initially integrated, he also needs a lot of skill to move it.

He wanted to see how these monks hung the bell.

At least, with his current physique, he can barely move the clock, but even if he wants to hang it up, he can't.

His thoughts flashed across his mind and he looked at the red greeting card in San Kong's hand:

"But there are guests coming?"

Phew~

Sankong's wrists shook, he closed the greeting card, clasped his hands together, and said seriously:

"I don't know when the commander plans to cast the troops, so I'd better prepare in advance."

No matter what Ji Chonghua wanted to do, he couldn't go back on what he had promised.

Ji Chonghua is not easy to mess with, but this one is not easy to bully either.

This is already the case before the divine veins are formed. If the divine veins are achieved, one can become a top ten master in the weapons spectrum in one leap.

Offending such a lone master may not be better than offending Grand Master Dafeng.

"Sooner rather than later."

An Qisheng smiled slightly, his face soft, but there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.

With his eyesight, he could easily see the handwriting on the greeting card at a glance.

Naturally, I also knew what Grand Master Dafeng meant.

It's just that Grand Master Dafeng is really good at hiding himself. Even with his current energy and energy-seeing technique, he can't detect his location.

"In this case, I would also like to ask the Taoist priest to rest in the temple for a few days while I prepare something."

San Kong had a smile on his face.

"This is the best of course."

An Qisheng smiled and looked at Fu Xin.

The monk, who was as handsome as a woman, responded with a wry smile.

Dozens of miles outside Huangjue Temple, several vigorous and energetic dragon horses and a carriage drove slowly on the official road.

The space in the carriage is huge, and there is a strange fragrance burning in it.

The Confucian scholar in green clothes was lying on a seat covered with a fine mink fur blanket, reading an ancient book.

Beside him, two beautiful cardamom girls with beautiful faces were carefully peeling the fruit for him.

"Sir, aren't you going to Huangjue Temple? Why did you come back so early?"

A woman in green clothes with delicate and picturesque eyebrows asked softly.

She held a cup of hot tea and let the carriage bump a little, but not even a ripple appeared in the tea.

But he also possesses strong martial arts skills.

"Accept my invitation, Sankong understands what I mean. It doesn't make much difference whether you go or not."

The Confucian scholar in green shirt sighed softly:

"I didn't expect that I had only been away from Dafeng for two years, and there would be such a mess. Yang Lin still underestimates the people of the world. Now at this juncture, it will cause the loss of troops and generals!"

The woman in green seemed a little confused, pursed her lips but did not ask.

After following this person for a long time, she knew that there were some things she could ask and some things she couldn't.

"Qing Yi is becoming more cautious, but there is no need to be so careful."

The Confucian scholar in green shirt smiled:

"It's not really a secret. There was an old Taoist priest who had an unexpected encounter. Jin Yiwei and the rubbish from the Six Gates were accidentally caught by him. They lost a lot of people and added an enemy, but there was nothing they could do about it."

"Huh~"

The woman in green blew the tea and handed it to her:

"What I'm talking about is the blood demon An Qisheng who ranks first on the list of weapons rearranged by the Jin Yiwei?"

"Number one on the land list?"

The scholar in green shirt took a sip of tea, put down the book, and shook his head slightly:

"Where is the number one on the earth list? He has already reached the sky, and that person is now ranked seventeenth on the weapons list!"

"Seventeen?"

The woman in green's eyes widened, a little surprised.

The arrangement of the weapon spectrum was summarized on the basis of Jinyiwei's decades of monitoring the world. Although some people have been omitted, it is also extremely fair.

The seventeenth weapon in the weapon spectrum is already truly the best in the world!

In a world with tens of billions of people, ranking seventeenth, how powerful this is.

In particular, the one who rose to prominence only lasted a year.

This is simply a myth.

"It's nothing more than reaching the sky in one fell swoop, but it's interesting for an old Taoist priest."

The Confucian scholar in green shirt said something interesting, but there was no smile on his face:

"Yang Lin really deserves to die, he deserves to be killed!"

The woman in green clothes silently put these words behind her and did not dare to speak.

As a giant in the imperial court, she was not allowed to interrupt Yang Lin's gossip.

"Master Taishi."

At this time, a respectful voice came from outside the carriage:

"Your order has been conveyed to Jin Yiwei by Golden Feather Eagle, and what you need will be delivered soon."

"Ji Liu."

Ji Chonghua spoke calmly.

Outside the carriage, a middle-aged man bowed slightly and followed the carriage: "My subordinate is here."

"You and Ji Ba should wait here together. When the man comes out of Huangjue Temple, you can send the things up."

Ji Chonghua's eyes flashed with ripples:

"Put away your meaningless arrogance, and be humble and respectful. Do you understand?"

"My subordinate understands."

Ji Liu's face tightened and his attitude became more respectful.

"Go ahead."

Ji Chonghua said no more.

Several maids then handed over tea, melons and fruits.

"Master, are you trying to bribe An Qisheng?"

The woman in green clothes heard the meaning of the two people's words and asked curiously.

"When a fish leaps over the dragon gate, it is no longer a fish. Bribery is naturally the right thing to do."

Ji Chonghua leaned lazily on the chair, tapped the back of the chair lightly, and said leisurely:

"If he wants magic weapons, why should he ask for help from Huangjue Temple? I can give him something better!"

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