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- The stone wall was like mist and smoke, which could no longer hinder his sharp gaze.
He saw a stone chamber behind the stone wall.
Rather than saying it is a stone chamber, it is better to say it is a stone palace.
Wide and open, there is a nine-story altar in the center of the main hall.
There is a jasper bed in the center of the altar.
A handsome middle-aged man sat cross-legged on the Jasper bed.
The middle-aged man has a long face, with three clear beards under his jaw, and his eyebrows are like swords, slender and long into the temples.
Even if he sits quietly, he is still like a sharp sword out of its sheath, full of heroism.
Fakong turned his eyes away, and saw a Biyuxuan table next to it, on which was a Guqin carved from jasper.
There is a volume of ancient books next to the guqin.
With a flash, he had already entered the stone room.
? What you see is what you can achieve.
He closed his breath, appeared in front of Bi Yuxuan's case, and looked at the ancient book, on which were written the words "Xiao Yu Jian Jue".
It is written in a prayer.
The four words of method empty-end measurement.
The four characters were distorted quickly, and there were vague numbers lingering, lingering, and flickering among them, making it hard to see clearly.
He knows how to read the prayer, which is to infuse it with the power of faith.
The power of faith he has stored now is huge and vast, like an ocean and an abyss.
So he condensed a power of faith and poured it towards the void of the four characters.
As soon as the great power of faith was poured in, countless small characters appeared densely in Fakong's eyes, appeared in an instant, and disappeared immediately.
He suddenly had a sense of comprehension, and he clearly understood the huge information contained in these four words: Xiao Yujian Jue.
Only then did he reach out and touch the ancient book lightly.
Even after a long time, the ancient books did not turn into fly ash when touched, but were very flexible.
This material is very different, similar to Sika Bayeux.
The ancient book was opened, but it was densely packed with small characters, and there were pictures of exercises drawn one by one.
Fakong shook his head.
If you don't understand the prayers and don't have the power of faith, if you practice according to this, you will die after practicing, which is absolutely unreasonable.
The real inheritance is in those four prayers.
He thought for a while, and put the ancient book into the Kalachakra Pagoda.
I couldn't help but secretly praised myself, which is considered compassionate: I don't want it to harm people, otherwise, I don't know how many people in the Tianhai Sword Sect will be unlucky.
However, it is more likely that the Tianhai Sword Sect is cautious, has a fixed process, and will not lose too much.
It wouldn't be too good if they found out a little bit of clues, or if someone really knew the prayers.
He changed his mind and put the Jasper Qin into the Kalachakra Pagoda.
The main hall was empty, almost nothing.
Then his eyes fell on the middle-aged man sitting cross-legged.
His face was lifelike, even rosy, as if he had just entered meditation, and he hadn't really died.
He came to stand in front of the middle-aged man, looked at the middle-aged man quietly, and felt the breath of the middle-aged man.
It is true that he has lost his breath.
Fa Kong concentrated his attention and activated Fate Pass.
After a while, Fakong showed admiration and admiration, looked at the middle-aged man with emotion, and shook his head.
The middle-aged man's name is Li Danqing.
Originally a scholar, after repeated trials and failures, he got the inheritance of the sword fairy while traveling around the mountains and rivers to relax.
So he directly built a hut in the mountains and forests, ignored the worldly affairs, and immersed himself in cultivation, not knowing the length of time.
When he achieved success in training and returned to his hometown, his parents were no longer alive, and his relatives and friends had also passed away.
?It's not because of war or accident, but because of the long years, parents, relatives and friends all passed away.
He doesn't even know a single person in his hometown.
?Three generations have passed, two hundred years have passed.
He practiced in the mountains for two hundred years at a stretch, because he was immersed in the practice all day, and he only felt it for a moment.
He had nothing to worry about, so he walked around the world of mortals first, to see what the world looks like and how much it has changed.
Want to play in the world of mortals and enjoy the world.
But for two hundred years, he has become accustomed to the tranquility and harmony in the mountains and forests.
He only felt the noise and filth of the bustling and noisy world, as if entering a rotten mud pond from a clear spring.
The world doesn't know himself, and he doesn't know the world, so he has no one to show his holiness and gainp;Suddenly, as if he felt something, he turned into a gray shadow and flew over the wall, drifting silently to Medicine Valley.
The medicine valley is brightly lit, just like daytime.
A number of glazed lamps hang high, especially the lake surface is reflected brightly, like a huge mirror reflecting light.
He came to Fakong's house and saw the golden light overflowing from the house, so he didn't disturb casually, and stood outside the house and waited.
The golden light in Fakong's room became more and more intense.
The windows are reflected golden, seeping through the cracks, like substance.
The whole room seemed to become transparent, already penetrated by golden light.
Huinan couldn't help opening a small window lightly, leaned forward and looked over, and saw Fakong sitting in the brilliant golden light, with a solemn treasure appearance and a serious expression, just like the incarnation of Buddha.
He was inexplicably awed.
Secretly heaved a sigh of relief, he didn't enter the house, and stayed outside to guard.
Silently, figures floated down from the outside, but all the first-rank masters in the temple came.
Fakong's movement is too great.
Although the other disciples of King Kong Temple didn't feel it, they all felt the violent turbulence and the vast aura.
It was as if a mountain came through the sky, and fell into the valley of medicine with a bang.
They came to Huinan with questioning expressions on their faces.
Huinan shook her head to signal them to stay still.
As time passed bit by bit, Fakong's aura became stronger and stronger, and the suppressed aura of the great master was released.
Everyone, even the first-rank Grandmasters, felt out of breath, retreated involuntarily, and unknowingly retreated to the mouth of the valley.
The golden light has permeated the entire valley.
Fakong concentrated on fighting against this small fish-like breath, constantly contacting, analyzing, assimilating, and simulating.
Unknowingly, all his strength was revealed, and the entire Medicine Valley became his body, his body.
The breath circulates, and the yin and yang change.
All the eminent monks are in it, feeling that the aura of their bodies is also changing, pure and pure, the spirit and their own aura are constantly intermingled, constantly purified, and they fall into a sedation unconsciously.
At dawn, when everyone recovered, the golden light in the valley had disappeared, and Fakong had disappeared.
And they have already found that they have stepped into a new realm.
"This is" All the eminent monks looked at each other, feeling as if they were dreaming.
Everything happened too bizarre and unreal.
Huinan said: "This is the environment of holding energy, and we are all in the environment of holding energy."
"Sure enough, there are still realms above the first grade."
"Master Nephew Fakong's methods are too powerful"
"It's amazing."
They actually stepped into a new realm overnight, and they can only feel the boundlessness of Fakong's Buddhadharma.
Huinan didn't show off as proudly as usual, but was a little worried, wondering if Fakong passed the test or not.
Obviously, Fakong is also facing difficulties, but his master can't help.
Fakong has returned to the stone room on Bitan Island.
The stone wall was already being hit outside, and the sound was so weak that it seemed to come from a distant place. The masters of the Tianhai Sword Sect resumed their daily movements, and the water in the Bihan Pool had recovered. The genius remembers the address of this site in a second. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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