Add Bookmark | Recommend this book | Back to the book page | My bookshelf | Mobile Reading

Free Web Novel,Novel online - All in hlnovel.com -> Sci-fi -> Fantasy world travel

Chapter 408: Taiyin true water refines colored glaze, and the sloppy monk becomes the Dharmakaya

Previous page        Return to Catalog        Next page

    You can search "Fantasy World Travel" on Baidu to find the latest chapter!

    Chen Ang remotely controlled the boy of creation, and instantly set up endless training for Wang Ming, a stupid boy. He must make sure that he forms a fate with Zhenren Baiyang before arriving at Fengdong Mountain. The immortals in this world inherit the Taoism, and of course they tend to  The reincarnation of old friends or the orthodox monks who have practiced for many lives does not exclude those who are destined to obtain the orthodoxy.

    As for whether Wang Ming is a destined person, even if he is not, Chen Ang has countless means to make him so. It's just that the process is a little more tortuous, but he is not the one who is torturing, so he doesn't care at all.

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Through out the sun's true fire extracted from the morning sunlight, tempered by the flame of the Changming Lantern, Chen Ang transformed into a Changhong and returned to Qixia Temple.

    Just as Li Ning and others were saying goodbye to him, he sent them to watch the door. On the way, he saw Wang Changluo looking at him differently. After thinking about it for a while, he understood. It turned out that Wang Changluo had already guessed what Wang Ming had done. After all, it was  Wang Ming, a big salt merchant who travels all over the world, has exposed a lot of flaws. If you go back and think about it for a while, you can guess it.

    "It's just that he pretended to be stupid in front of Chen Ang, and Chen Ang was happy for him to pretend to be stupid. Anyway, it won't be Chen Ang who will be unlucky in the future.

    At this time, the best time for practice has passed, and the vitality of heaven and earth has changed from pure in the morning to restless at noon. It happened that the sloppy monk was sweeping the yard after finishing his morning duties. When he saw Chen Ang, he smiled and said: "Yesterday you stripped  That Mr. Meng loves the feathers of birds, he is a straightforward person, I am afraid he will not let you go."

    "Even if he wants to settle things down, I won't! He's been killing birds and killing snakes for ten years. I can't argue with him before my spiritual consciousness is restored. Is it just a brush off now? How can such a good thing be possible?" Chen Ang said with a sneer.  .

    "Alas!" The sloppy monk sighed: "Why do we need to engage in such a dispute of will?"

    "Fate is a thing, and it is indescribable. The wind blows away from the green leaves, and the calamity happens in the smallest detail. We Taoists are not like grass, trees and rocks. If we are not moved by our will, how can we make friends all over the world? If Taoist Meng is destined, then  A Taoist friend can naturally turn an enemy into a friend, so I am lucky enough to get to know a Taoist friend. If he is an enemy in the previous life, he can rise to the occasion and judge the level of the sword." Chen Ang said without caring.

    The sloppy monk complained: "That's okay! That's okay! After all, I have some friendship with you two. It's up to me to change it when the time comes, so as not to have a bad fate in this world. The accumulation of evil causes and consequences will lead to disaster in the world.  , If Taoist Fellow Hunyuan hadn¡¯t been too stubborn, with a mixed bag of good and bad among his disciples, and many evil deeds, why would he have been with Emei"

    "Keeping integrity does not mean losing anything, and doing all the work of eradicating evil." Chen Ang said calmly: "How can we lose our ambition as a swordsman?"

    The sloppy monk saw that there was something wrong with the two of them standing in the courtyard, so he invited Chen Ang to his wing and served wild tea. Although the two were old acquaintances, after all, Chen Ang had not returned to his original position at that time and his mind was ignorant, so they had some friendship.  , but we have never talked to each other. Today, I slowly discussed some of the key points, methods, and tools of spiritual practice, and I have gained a lot.

    Chen Ang then learned that the sloppy monk, whose name was Jingming, used to be a monk at the nearby Qixia Temple. Later, he was kicked out of the temple because of the struggle for power among the monks in the temple. The old Taoist priest from Qixia Temple had some friendship with him and invited him to stay here.

    It was ridiculous that a group of mortal monks in Qixia Temple actually drove out Jingming, the only Taoist who practiced Taoism. However, this discussion allowed Chen Ang to see through Jingming's background and know that he worshiped the Eastern Medicine Master.  The Tathagata himself cultivates the Dharmakaya of the Tathagata Pure Glazed Sun and Moonlight. He pays attention to being pure and unobstructed, and the glazed glaze is not stained.

    "It's a pity that it doesn't suit Jingming's temperament and hinders his ascension."

    Jingming has an interesting temperament. He is not like most Buddhist sages in this world, who are profound and indifferent. He is somewhat like the character of Monk Jidian. He has a lazy temperament and is slovenly and unkempt. However, he cultivates pure glazed Dharmakaya.  .  Chen Ang thought of his care for him when he was in ignorance, so he changed the subject and said: "When I have not recovered my spiritual consciousness, I have always taken care of you. I have nothing to repay. Yesterday I tempered some Taiyin True Water, which is just right for you.  Pure glazed sun and moonlight dharma body, just accept it."

    Jingming naturally knows the reputation of the seven true waters in the universe, but the seven true waters are so precious. The sky does not create the water and the earth does not last. Only monks with the same skills can collect some with the power of the soul. There is a box of heaven in the Ziyun Palace of the East China Sea.  The Heavenly True Water left by the Golden Mother has attracted the prying eyes of many good and evil masters, who want a few drops to combine their own disasters.

    Not to mention this kind of true water that is suitable for his own Dharmakaya. Even if Jingming exchanges the magic weapon that he has worked hard for three hundred years on, he may not be able to convince others to exchange a few drops - most of the magic weapons that others have practiced are not in line with his own, so how can this be done?  Is this kind of natural water with infinite magical properties useful?

    "If Jingming gave up hundreds of years of hard work, he would be able to refine a few drops, but every monk regards Taoist cultivation as an eyeball, and who would waste his or her own cultivation for external objects and materials?

    Jingming thought about it, but in the end he couldn't refuse, so he had to accept it shamelessly:"Monk, my soul has been restless in the past few years. I think I was too impatient to temper the Dharma body with the true fire of the sun, and lost the original intention of purity and peace. The fire nature of the pure glass Dharma body has been restless. I originally thought that I would fill the sea eye for hundreds of years and use the water nature to survive the fire.  But with the True Water of Taiyin given by fellow Taoists, the monk will soon be able to lose his fire nature and return to purity."

    ¡°It¡¯s thanks to my Taoist friends that we can survive this calamity!¡± Jingming clasped his hands together and praised.

    After this time, the friendship between the two has deepened, and they can talk about some relatively secret things. Chen Ang has learned many things about the spiritual world in recent years from monk Jingming, and he has also received gifts from Jingming.  While they were chatting happily about many elixirs collected from Qixia Mountain, Chen Ang thought about it and knew that something related to him had happened, so he closed his eyes and began to make calculations.

    "What do you think, fellow Taoist?" Jingming asked with concern.

    Chen Ang shook his head and said: "It doesn't matter, it's just some worries about the past life in this life, and it seems to be related to fellow Taoists"

    ¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­

    But it was said that after Li Ning and others left Qixia Temple, they went all the way down the mountain and passed Qixia Hufeng Biyunting. Although the three brothers Li Ning were masters in the family and were light-footed, most of the group were ordinary people, including Wang Changluo.  The proud owner was exhausted and had to take a rest in the pavilion.

    When Li Ning took a breath, he saw another group of people staggering up the mountain. It was already close to noon. When he was approaching Biyunting, he heard someone wailing: "Hurry, hurry, come to the side and let me go."  Come downit will kill you again!"

    A golden bamboo sedan was unloaded, and a white-faced man with red rashes got out of the sedan. When he saw Li Ning and others, he cursed: "Why are there still people here? Get them out quickly."  !" An old family member next to him quickly grabbed him, leaned into his ear and said: "Except for the commentators, they can't mess with some masters in the world have extraordinary status!"

    Then the commentator, whose face was covered in red rash, gasped for air again and again and said nothing.

    The old family member came up to apologize to Li Ning and the others. Wang Changluo was a big businessman. He wanted to be friendly and make money on the way, so he didn't care about anything.

    But Li Ning stared at the commentator, vaguely thinking of something.

    At noon, the commentator suddenly screamed. His whole body was red, as if he was being burned by fire, and he was rolling on the ground in pain. He shouted: "Kill me! I will not let that kid go. I want his whole family."  Die! It hurts me to death!" The flesh on his face trembled in pain, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Kill him! You must peel off the skin of that snake for me!"

    ¡°Master, I wish I could eat his flesh and sleep on his skin!¡± (Remember this website¡¯s website address: www.hlnovel.com
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