Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Xu Qingluo looked at Zhou Yu in surprise.

Zhou Yu shook his head: "They are also people who want stability. They don't want to take the risk before they know Master Ci'en's truth. We can't escape anyway."

Xu Qingluo shook her head with emotion: "You really can't underestimate me."

Originally, he wanted to kill someone with a borrowed knife. Of course, he, a disciple, must master the master's basic methods.

Monk Cien hates evil, and coupled with his friendship with the master, these guys should be very rampant.

When the two collide, it's not like fire and water meet?

The result was good, the Mi Shen Sect guys actually withdrew first, and Monk Cien didn't seem to have any intention of meddling in other people's business.

Aren't you jealous of evil?

Zhou Yu pursed his lips and smiled: "They will not let us go after all, so we can only go back with Master Ci'en."

"But Master asked us to go to the Snow Mountain after delivering the message." Xu Qingluo sighed.

Chu Ling snorted: "What can we do? If Master Ci'en hadn't been able to shock us, they would have killed us long ago."

Zhou Yang said: "Is it more important to go to the Snowy Mountains under the orders of my uncle, or is our life more important?"

"That's all." Xu Qingluo shook her head and said, "I can only take shelter under the master's wings, otherwise I will disturb the master."

He bowed to the compassionate monk.

Monk Ci'en had been watching the Masters of the Mystic Sect who were leaving. He gave Xu Qingluo's salute only a mediocre return without comment.

Xu Qingluo shook her head secretly, and then immediately transferred this thought to the second level.

Uncle Zhou can see through people's hearts. Who knows if Master Ci'en can see through people's hearts, so he still has to be on guard.

When she thought of this, the first level of her inner world immediately surged with gratitude, and she said softly and tiredly: "Master, I have heard about Fumo Temple for a long time, can we go and offer a stick of incense? After all, I am also Master's registered disciple, and Considered a Buddhist."

Monk Ci'en glanced at her, then looked at the other three people who looked earnest, and nodded slowly after pondering: "Our temple does not accept female donors, so we can only camp outside the temple tonight."

"It doesn't matter." Xu Qingluo said with a smile: "We have been sleeping in the wild for the past two days."

"Please." Monk Ci'en turned around and led the way.

Xu Qingluo and Zhou Yu looked at each other.

Zhou Yu shook his head gently.

The two of them have given up on the idea of ​​killing someone with a borrowed knife. Master Ci En's current behavior is completely different from that of killing Li Ying without hesitation in Shenjing.

Xu Qingluo thought deep in her heart.

She can divide her thoughts and feelings into three layers, with mental barriers between the layers to avoid leakage and prying eyes.

This is a skill he was forced to develop after getting along with Zhou Yu.

Of course, it is also because of the mystery of the Void Fetal Breath Sutra that the inner world can be divided into levels. Ordinary people cannot get a glimpse of their own inner world. Let alone the third level, they cannot understand the first level, which is hazy and hazy.

The four of them followed Monk Ci'en up the mountain, walking along the treetops. After a while, they arrived in front of a dilapidated temple halfway up the mountain.

Xu Qingluo and the others stopped and looked at the temple in front of them.

This temple, which covers an area of ​​about three acres, is made of stone and is made of bluestone piece by piece.

It seems to condense time on its body, with vicissitudes of life everywhere.

The paint on the wall can no longer be seen, only traces of the paint soaking into the bluestone can be seen. The wind and rain have made the bluestone smooth and full of holes.

There was a faint sound of chanting from the temple.

"Ah!" A scream suddenly came from the temple, startling Xu Qingluo and the others.

They looked at Monk Ci En.

There was a smile on Monk Ci'en's big face.

Xu Qingluo asked curiously: "Master, this is...?"

"The disciples in the temple are practicing." Monk Cien smiled and said: "These guys... are too exaggerated."

Xu Qingluo smiled and said: "Master, I thought we were interrogating prisoners."

"ah!"

"ah!"

…

The screams suddenly sounded continuously, one after another, so brutal that it felt like being in a slaughterhouse.

Zhou Yang said: "Does practicing have to be so painful?"

Hearing this scream, it felt like his little brother had been broken. Goosebumps appeared all over his body and his hair stood on end.

Chu Ling shook her head.

Listening to the screams was indeed very uncomfortable.

Monk Ci'en's big, plain face was full of smiles, as if he felt extremely comfortable, which shocked Chu Ling.

Could this monk have a twisted mind?

Monk Cien shook his head and said with a smile: "These guys can really exaggerate."

Zhou Yang said: "Master, this sound doesn't sound like an exaggeration, right?"

"Pain is pain, but not so exaggerated," Monk Cien said with a smile: "If you can't stand this level, you won't be able to get started. Pain is the secret key to stimulating your own strength."

"What the master said makes sense." Xu Qingluo said with a smile, stroking her palms: "Pain is indeed a shortcut to stimulate potential."

But shortcuts come with a price.

If the sword takes an eccentric approach and is not fair and neutral, it will inevitably lead to inner demons and may cause trouble later on.

This Fumo Temple should not be called Fumo Temple, because their methods are no different from the Demon Sect.

The Demon Sect also took this shortcut.

Zhou Yang felt itchy and wanted to see how he practiced. Such pain was really curious.

But he also knew that this was too taboo.

Xu Qingluo asked with a smile: "Master, is this stimulating the body to sharpen the state of mind?"

"That's right." Monk Cien smiled: "Exercising the body and strengthening the spirit are the supreme ways to train the body, mind and spirit."

Xu Qingluo said: "Jinguang Temple also has such a method."

Monk Ci'en looked at her and smiled.

Of course he knew Xu Qingluo was a grandmaster.

She was probably the youngest grandmaster in the world, and he had to admire Master Fakong's ability to train her.

A master leads a disciple, and the master leads the disciple into the door, and the practice is up to the individual, so the master and the disciple are mutually accomplished.

Xu Qingluo, such a genius, could not have achieved her current achievements without a master like Master Fakong.

And if there was no genius like Xu Qingluo, Master Fakong would not have been able to make his disciple a grandmaster at such a young age.

You know, a grandmaster cannot rely on external forces, and can only cross this ladder to heaven with his own ability.

There has been no shortcut to the grandmaster throughout the ages, and he has never heard of it.

Even if Master Fakong has great supernatural powers, he probably can't break this iron rule.

So Monk Ci'en did not despise Xu Qingluo because of her young age, but instead attached great importance to her and valued her.

"The magic of the Vajra Temple is indeed good, but..." Monk Ci'en smiled with a hint of pride.

Xu Qingluo said unconvincedly: "Master, do you think the magic of our temple is not as good as your Fumo Temple?"

"Not necessarily." Monk Ci'en said calmly.

Xu Qingluo snorted: "Master, what you mean is that the magic of the Fumo Temple must be better than ours!"

She suddenly clenched her fist lightly.

The fist suddenly turned into a white jade, no longer flesh and blood, as if it was carved from a piece of mutton-fat white jade.

This white jade-like fist gently hit Monk Ci'en.

Monk Ci'en smiled and stretched out his huge palm like a palm leaf fan to meet it.

"Bang!" Thunder exploded.

Everyone present retreated one after another, their faces changed slightly.

The muffled sound caused their blood and qi to shake, and they jumped around for a while, and they tried their best to gather it, and stabilized after a few breaths.

Xu Qingluo retreated lightly, and four palm prints appeared on the ground wherever she passed, small and clear, as if branded.

Xu Qingluo's jade face flushed, and then quickly faded and returned to normal.

Monk Ci'en's power was strange, it was the fusion of mental power and Gangqi, very mysterious and powerful.

Xu Qingluo tried her best to release the power, part of the palm power was released to the ground, and part was absorbed by the Dharma body, which strengthened the Dharma body instead.

This made her spirits rise, she didn't expect there would be such a good thing.

Monk Ci'en looked at her in surprise.

Becoming a grandmaster at a young age, I'm afraid she must be arrogant and arrogant, so she still has to be frustrated a little, so as not to be too proud.

This was also her good intention, teaching the disciples on behalf of Master Fakong.

But unexpectedly, she could catch this palm safely.

This is not ordinary palm power, but the Great Ming King's Demon Subduing Skill. Although its power has not reached its peak and there is no killing intent, it is not something that ordinary grandmasters can withstand.

"Master, how is it?" Xu Qingluo smiled: "My body refining technique is OK, right?"

Monk Ci'en was silent for a moment, nodded slowly, and said slowly: "Hardness and softness complement each other, endless and full of vitality."

Xu Qingluo said: "Is it inferior to the magic skills of your temple?"

Monk Ci'en was silent.

Xu Qingluo chuckled and said: "Is it inferior to the body refining magic skills of your temple?"

My master's body refining technique is a combination of the strengths of various schools, based on the Great Bright Body, supplemented by the Taiyin Small Refining Form, plus the Vajra Indestructible Magic Skill, and some other magic skills, taking the essence and integrating them into one.

If this kind of body refining magic skill is not the opponent of the body refining magic skill of the Demon Subduing Temple, then we can only admire the power of the Demon Subduing Temple.

Under the gaze of the four people, Monk Ci'en slowly said: "Slightly better."

Although he didn't want to admit this, he didn't want to lie about this matter. In fact, who is stronger and who is weaker can be seen at a glance.

If it weren't for the Great Ming King's Demon Subduing Skill, I would never be able to block this punch.

Although her fist looked exquisite and beautiful, as if it was carved by a magic axe, without a single flaw.

But the power of the fist is indeed amazing. There are nine forces in one fist, each of which is different in hardness and softness and can change at any time.

If it wasn't for me, anyone in the temple would not be able to take this punch.

How old is she, and how old is he?

Her cultivation is not very profound.

With such power, it is not based on cultivation, but on divine skills.

Xu Qingluo has already seen the practice in the temple, and secretly spat. Of course, this is the flow of thoughts at the lowest level.

In her mind's eye, there was a martial arts training ground in the center of the temple, where six young monks were wearing only shorts, naked, and were being beaten in a strange posture.

A skinny old monk with gray beard and eyebrows jumped between them, slapping them with his palms.

Where the palms fell, a palm print quickly appeared, and every time a palm print appeared, they screamed.

Amid the continuous screams, palm prints quickly covered their bodies, and each of them had thirty-six palm prints. Their faces were red like drunkenness, white steam was steaming on their heads, and they were sweating profusely.

This method of practicing martial arts made Xu Qingluo stunned. This was indeed torture. Looking at their appearance, you can tell that the palm power was vicious, like a thousand cuts.