Zongwu: Master Tianji, detoxifies Yaoyue at the beginning

"Amitabha, monks do not tell lies. These words are what the donor said in his heart."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the two old men who were using their spiritual power, with a hint of disdain in his eyes, and thought to himself: "If you don't want me to listen, then don't listen. Why are you being so serious?"

He felt heartbroken that it was useless to the two old men in front of him, but it was more than enough for this young man who was as soaked as himself.

Zhu Di, who was standing aside, had no idea that Buddhism had the secret method of telepathy.

Although he didn't like reading, he still read the Four Books and Five Classics.

He said directly to the little monk: "You are not a fish, how can you know the joy of fish?"

At this time, Meng Sheng and Di Zang stood aside and watched the two people debate, which was the highest sophistry in Buddhism.

Meng Sheng stroked his beard and said, "If this boy wins the debate, I will accept him as my disciple."

When Dizang heard this, he just smiled and said nothing, expressing his agreement.

Now there were only the young monk Di Ting and Zhu Di on the fishing boat, debating under the snow.

The young monk listened attentively, sat cross-legged, and began to answer: "You are not me, how do you know that I don't know the joy of fish?"

Then he slowly stretched out his right hand, holding a Buddhist sign with his left hand, and a faint Buddha statue appeared behind him.

The Buddha statue was like three yangs opening up, wrapping up the little monk.

This phenomenon caused the national destiny in Zhu Di's body to transform into a dragon and attach itself to his body.

Finally, he also sat cross-legged and thought quietly.

The lake was so quiet that you could even hear the sound of snow falling, as if it were a dead silent place.

Seeing such a scene take shape, Meng Sheng and Dizang, who had been flexible for thousands of years, could not help but nodded, but did not intervene.

This debate is an opportunity for both of them. Cultivation is originally against the will of heaven, and if you don’t make progress, you will regress.

Not long after, Zhu Di spoke again: "I am not you, so I don't know you."

"But, you are not a fish, so you do not know the joy of fish." (PS: Seeking complete information, all data, and automatic subscription.)

401: Di Ting is lost, Zhu Di becomes his apprentice. (Please subscribe)

The young monk listened carefully, looked at the lake, and said, "I am not a fish, but I know the joy of fish."

"Just as I am not a Confucian, but I understand the thoughts of Confucianism."

"Now, you are thinking in your heart, this little monk is just a charlatan talking nonsense, how can he know what I am thinking."

Hearing this, Zhu Di, who was confused, instantly understood that the little monk in front of him could read people's hearts.

It is just like the interrogation methods used by the Ministry of Justice, but the methods are much more advanced.

He quickly circulated the spiritual power throughout his body, and a thin layer of frost appeared on his body.

Zhu Di's blood contains the power of ice and frost. Although it is weak, it is extremely pure.

This is why Meng Sheng wanted to take him in as his disciple. After all, those who have reached the state of great perfection of the Martial King generally will not easily accept disciples.

After all, being a disciple is more important than one's life, and no one would make such a joke.

Although Zhu Di did this, he would still be observed by the Buddhist supernatural power of Di Ting and his telepathy, but it was not without any danger.

What impact.

Di Ting is still young, his cultivation is much weaker than Zhu Di's, and he has no advantage in consumption.

But there was no sign of life along the way, and then a smile appeared on Zhu Di's lips.

At this time, he stretched out his hand to catch the falling snow, and said seriously: "How do you prove now that you know the joy of fish?"

That's right, he was betting that the young monk Di Ting couldn't find a fish to prove it.

Such a shameless question made Meng Sheng and Dizang, who were standing aside, look a little upset.

This area of ​​tens of thousands of miles is barren, there is not even a single green plant to be seen, let alone fish!

With Di Ting's strength, let alone finding live fish, he couldn't even go down the mountain.

The thousand-year-old ice stairs, which were below the Grandmaster level, were instantly frozen.

The young monk Di Ting was also stumped by this question. Although he had read thousands of Buddhist scriptures, he had never seen a real fish.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the master in front of him.

Fu Dizang has never left Hanshan Temple.

Then his eyes began to blur. What was Di Ting like at this time in the outside world?

Is the sky grey?

Is the ground frozen?

These questions appeared in his mind, but he could only keep them in his heart.

Zhu Di insisted on the status quo, so he stopped his spiritual power and said, "Next time I come, I will bring you the most famous blood dragon fish in the Ming Dynasty."

Hearing this, the little monk Di Ting suddenly looked at Zhu Di, his eyes full of anticipation.

Then Zhu Di told him what the world outside was like and what the blood dragon spirit fish looked like.

"The blood dragon spirit fish has thick earth-gold scales. If the scales of the third-grade blood dragon spirit fish are worth thousands of gold, you can see what I am wearing. That is the blood dragon soft armor, which is worth ten thousand gold." Although the little monk did not understand what Zhu Di said, he still listened with gusto.

Meng Sheng, who was standing aside and watching the show, said: "I don't know when you can leave this world. Your strength is far superior to mine. What are you afraid of?"

Meng Sheng did not continue to ask questions after he finished speaking, because

I've gotten used to it over the years, and asking about it has no effect.

That old bald donkey can do nothing except chanting "Amitabha". Meng Sheng let out a long sigh.

Ksitigarbha, the abbot of Hanshan Temple, simply said "Amitabha" and walked towards the two people who were talking.

Meng Sheng was so angry when he saw this situation. He then pulled his cheap apprentice over and slapped him twice.

Then he took Zhu Di away in the air and said, "Boy, I, Meng Sheng, have the same ice-attributed spiritual energy as you. I wonder if you are willing to take me as your master."

Zhu Di could no longer tell the directions, and instinctively replied, "I want to be the emperor, how can I let a wretched old man like you take me as my teacher?"

Meng Sheng was not angry when he heard this, but just took back the spiritual energy that was protecting Zhu Di.

Then a pig-slaughtering sound came from the sky.

"Master, what is that sound? It's so unpleasant." The young monk Di Ting has come out of his loss and is now a little excited.

Dizang just smiled and said nothing, then he led

He left the lake and returned to the temple.

The little monk looked back every time he walked, looking in the direction where Zhu Di disappeared.

At this time, the little monk finally reacted and said helplessly: "I actually forgot to ask his name, and I don't know when he will come again."

"The old man who was fishing has left, the snow has stopped, but the sky remains the same."

Seeing the young monk Diting so depressed, Dizang said, "Don't worry, he will come back."

The two of them looked up at the same time, in the direction where Meng Sheng and Zhu Di disappeared.

This was a crack in time and space. All the clothes on a person's body had disappeared. The scars on his body looked horrible, but none of them injured his vital parts.

However, that person's body gradually became stronger under the baptism of the cracks in time and space.

It seemed like a short moment, but more than a month had passed in the cracks of time and space. During this period, Zhu Di himself didn't know how many times he had been stabbed on the climb.

The more he struggled, the more the fishing line on his body would automatically shrink. The excruciating pain made him faint countless times.

Consciousness gradually blurred.

When he woke up, he suddenly touched his body, but did not find a single scar.

Although his cultivation has not improved at all, the strength of his physical body is already comparable to that of a third-grade demon beast.

As Zhu Di slowly stood up, he found himself on a deserted island.

There was an unknown spirit fish roasting on the fire in front of him.

That huge body is even bigger than an elephant. The most important thing is that the aura emanating from the spirit fish is comparable to that of an early stage terrestrial immortal.

Even in the Ming Dynasty, there were only two such fifth-grade spiritual fish, and their status was even higher than his.

The scene before him made him a little unbelievable, and then he slapped himself hard.

My face instantly became red and swollen, and I was completely relieved that I was not dreaming.

He ate voraciously and soon finished half of the spirit fish.

In the past, with his physical condition, he could only eat fifth-grade spiritual fish at most.

-Two mouthfuls.

As he was full, a voice came from behind him: "From now on, you will be my disciple. You can lose to anyone but not to that old bald donkey's disciple."

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402: Inherit the stone tablet and comprehend the "Qilin Divine Map" (Subscribe)

"Otherwise, I will keep you hanging in the crack of time and space to practice." I saw an old man fishing, sitting beside the pond, quietly watching the movement in the water.

This familiar voice startled Zhu Di, and he began to recall what had happened before, and finally spoke firmly.

"I am a man who will be the emperor, not your apprentice.

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Meng Sheng became even more excited when he heard this, and his shameless look was exactly the same as when he was young.

He had never liked his dull-witted apprentice, but now Zhu Di in front of him was becoming more and more to his liking.

Finally, he said in a somewhat mean way: "You ate my fifth-grade spiritual fish, I wonder what you can give me in return."

"It seems that I can only ask the emperor of the Ming Dynasty for it. After all, it is only natural to pay back debts."

As Meng Sheng finished speaking, Zhu Di was a little furious, and he said loudly: "I'm telling you, wretched old man, don't try to threaten me, I'm not afraid."

"At most, I will have a close relationship with the Ming Dynasty. It depends on you.

Who should I ask for the debt?

"I'm telling you that you don't have a fifth-grade spiritual fish, but you can do whatever you want with your life."

"Anyway, I will definitely not take you as my master today.

"After all, to be my master, your cultivation must have reached the Great Perfection of a Land God."

Apart from coming to deliver the letter, Zhu Di knew nothing else, not even the existence of the Tianji Tower.

For him, being a powerful immortal who has reached the great perfection on earth and can fly into the sky and hide underground is what he yearns for most.

After a long time of fussing, Meng Sheng finally discovered the problem. He instantly suppressed his own cultivation to the level of a land immortal and released it.

The atmosphere instantly turned into shock, and Zhu Di was full of talk.

Although he is young and a legitimate prince of the Ming Dynasty, the strongest are the most respected.

"Master, how come the more I look at you, the more handsome you seem." Meng Sheng felt a little overwhelmed by the flattery, and then he took out a heritage stone tablet "Cambrian Tablet" from his arms.

The aura released by the word Cambrian has already affected

Resound to the surrounding environment.

But Zhu Di could only see mysterious words, and the shadow of a Qilin faintly appeared in his icy blood.

At this time, Zhu Di looked at his cheap master and asked some questions.

Old "Master, how are the skills between heaven and earth divided?"

〇Meng Sheng stroked his beard with his right hand and said happily: "Nowadays, there are roughly five types of martial arts in the world."

"From high to low, there are God, Heaven, Earth, Xuan, and Huang, and the gong you are practicing is only at the Earth level."

8. "The best you can do is to reach the Great Perfection of a Land God. After that, if you want to break through to the Martial Emperor realm, it is basically impossible."

"And this Cambrian Monument will form a corresponding technique based on the practitioner's own talent."

2. "But the most important factor is your willpower."

"It depends on you what kind of skills you can comprehend next."

As soon as Zhu Di's hand touched the Cambrian Stele, thirteen stone statues appeared in his mind.