Ding Fengzheng was playing with the tip of the corner of the soul detention alone, and when Sun Xiaosheng saw it, he snatched it up: "Good boy, where did you get this thing?"

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Ding Feng asked, "Xiao Sheng also knows the origin of this thing?"

Sun Xiaosheng scratched the back of his hand, and said with a smile: "Are you one of those dragon disciples who don't learn and don't know how to do it?" The Hades King has a single horn on his head, this is a good thing, and it must be worth at least this number in Nanban!"

"With the ability of the little saint, will you still be able to do business?"

Ding Feng also thought that Sun Xiaosheng's forcible seizure along the way was enough for him to make a living, but in the world, it was similar to a robber. It's still the kind of thief who is very bold and dares to break into the palace.

Sun Xiaosheng snorted, his nostrils facing the sky: "Of course, I still have a few treasures from the old dragon king, why don't I exchange them with you?" It took out of its arms, a seemingly extraordinary jade cup, and a broken small ding, adding a jade slip. Each has its own extraordinary, and a steady stream of immortal brew emerges from the jade cup, pouring straight down, endlessly. The other two objects, Ding Feng hasn't seen anything special, but at least they are not inferior to the jade cup. Bai Du Yixia performed a new chapter of the Song Hall to cut the mouth of the L section

However, Ding Feng hurriedly shook his head and waved his hand: "No, no, at least not now, but Xiao Sheng has the intention, I can plan and find the whole horn for you." ”

As soon as he heard that Ding Feng could find the single horn of the soul, Sun Xiaosheng was also interested, and his eyes were spinning, as if he was planning something: "Boy, maybe you don't know what this thing is for, but when you get this thing together, I will exchange it with you." But well...... When the time comes, this thing will be back in your hands. ”

Sun Xiaosheng's words were in the clouds, and Ding Feng didn't understand it very well. But listen to its meaning, as if it is going to be given away for free. Before Ding Feng could speak, Sun Xiaosheng threw the tip of the horn, smoked under his feet, and fled for nine days. Ding Feng took the tip of the horn with one hand and touched his bare head: "What is this big horse monkey up to?" ”

Regardless of Sun Xiaosheng, it is extremely difficult for Ding Feng to draw out the Soul Detention Ancestor. His roots are damaged, he lurks deeply, and he refuses to show his face easily. Ding Feng was in the Garan Temple again, and with Wu in charge, and if he was given a few hundred more dares, he would not dare to go straight to the gate of Garan Mountain. If he dared, he might be skinned by Sun Xiaosheng before he arrived at the mountain gate, cut into armor and worn.

Ding Feng was leisurely in the Garan Temple, although Yuanjue Yuantu's uncle Benchen was a little restless, and as soon as the Dragon Temple was destroyed, he had little ability to jump, and An An became a bell-striking monk.

Ding Fengnian and his original enlightenment asked him to explain the difference between Buddhism and Taoism for half a year. I don't know how much time has passed now, and it's almost time. But Ding Feng hasn't come up with a reason yet, there is a difference between Buddhism and Taoism, but where is it? Ding Feng couldn't figure out how to think about it, and there was a big difference between Taoism and Buddhism. can see its essence, Ding Feng believes that all laws are of the same origin, all for the sake of immortality.

Buddhism is not only practicing to help people and the world, practicing is not to become a Buddha, becoming a Buddha is not to live forever, and the difference between practice is not the difference in essence. Ding Feng thought about it and muttered: "What the Taoist sect cultivates is mana, and the heart power of the Buddhist sect cultivates. Buddhism incarnates a boat in the flesh, travels the sea of suffering, and crosses the other side. The Daomen abandoned the body, and the primordial spirit was free and unbound. ”

Month after month, Ding Feng thought about it day and night, and finally fell into a dead situation. Rushed to the doctor, Ding Feng asked a few words about Sun Xiaosheng, and was finally beaten back by Sun Xiaosheng's fist: "Don't ask me about this kind of trouble, if you want to ask, ask the monk Wuna." ”

Ding Feng was punched and lay on the ground, his head blank. Close your eyes, listen to nature, flowers, birds, trees, fish and insects are born from the heart. Ding Feng's Dao Qi suddenly changed, and the Dao Qi that was full of sharpness and murderous intent fell into a dead silence, silent. Yuanjue passed by and saw Ding Feng, and in the blink of an eye, Ding Feng's whole person seemed to disappear in place. He rubbed his eyes, opened his eyes wide, and Ding Feng suddenly appeared again.

Ding Feng entered the realm of forgetting things and me, and combined his sword with his body, regardless of each other! The clouds, dragons, winds and tigers, the flat ground makes fire, and the mountain cliff wind blows! Ding Feng wants to break through the golden pill pass, as long as he is willing, he can refine a golden pill at this moment. But as soon as Ding Feng's eyes opened, the sword qi around him suddenly subsided, and many strange signs between heaven and earth slowly dissipated.

"The time has not come. ”

Ding Fengdao was calm, gave up a great opportunity, and did not regret his disappointment. With a soft word, he went back to the house to meditate. Approaching the breakthrough, Ding Feng began to suppress his cultivation, refining the foundation, and polishing the true essence layer by layer.

The vision of heaven and earth subsided, and Sun Xiaosheng's eyes were like flames, and he looked towards Ding Feng's house. The three or two little monkeys around him picked a wild fruit and handed it to it, Sun Xiaosheng grinned at the corner of his mouth, and said in a low voice: "Interesting, interesting! It seems that this kid has calculated something, and Old Man Luo has given him some fur to come in handy." ”

Three days later, he entered the temple. After three more days, Ding Feng walked out of the main hall and bowed to the empty treasure hall before descending to the Garan Mountain. No one in the temple knew what happened in the three days, but Ding Feng left behind a tiger skin when he left, and the cultivation method of the golden body of the Tiger Arhat recorded on the tiger skin. This shook the entire Garan Temple, and the cultivation method of the Arhat's golden body, Ding Feng stayed like this, and never said a word.

As soon as he stepped out of the Jialan Temple, the two shackles set by Luo Zhenjun, and the two heaven and earth treasure sword qi automatically disappeared. Ding Feng smiled, his body moved, and he didn't use his mana to fly away. Instead, step by step, we are moving towards the extreme west of the West Pole. It is the place where Buddhism once took root, and there are still many dilapidated temples. The land of the extreme west, the realm where the yin qi of the entire western pole is the heaviest and the most resentment of the souls.

The West Pole Buddhism of the Bitter Realm has also suffered great changes, originally not only the three temples of Futu Temple, Ciyun Nunnery, and Jialan Temple? There are more than 30 temples, and the incense is prosperous, and you can see curling cigarettes every day and every night. Forty or fifty Buddhist monasteries gather the good thoughts of all sentient beings in the West Pole to purify the anger of the West Pole and kill them. It's a pity that the success failed, and when the monks were about to replace the true meaning of the white tiger with the power of Buddhist incense, a wisp of evil thoughts broke through the obstacles and floated in. Instead, the White Tiger became furious and overthrew many monasteries, leaving only three temples that were least affected. The monks who died in this catastrophe were obsessed with it, turned into resentful spirits and remained in the world, clinging to the ruins and walls, refusing to leave. At this time, tens of millions of monks are already charming, and the Buddha nature is no longer there, leaving evil thoughts in vain.