The black-clothed monk of the Descending Dragon Temple had already made a plan in the door and arranged for the two people in the temple to steal into Garan. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info It's just that these two people are not right, and they aimed at Ding Feng and Yuanjue halfway, which is a big deal.

Just now, the frightened cries of the two men came from the bottom of the mountain. It's just that the black-clothed monk didn't care, pretending to be completely ignorant. Now that Ding Feng is clear, how can these arrogant monks agree with this and use brute force to push Ding Feng. The feet take root, the palm of the flesh exerts force, and the force can break stones, but with such a great force, Ding Feng does not move.

The Dragon Descending Temple is intended to be a secret method of Jialan, and this Jialan Temple has gone up and down, almost all over, but the black-clothed monk found that Ding Feng had some faces, and when he landed, the black-clothed monk was frightened and took a step back: "Who are you!"

Ding Feng clasped his hands together and just said the Buddha's name. At this moment, two frightened monks of the Jinlong Temple rushed from the bottom of the mountain, their steps were vain, their eyes were red, and their bodies were filled with a smell of shame, and the two hugged the thighs of the black-clothed monk in front of Ding Feng, and kept chanting: "Senior brother, senior brother, help me! There is a ......."

The pilgrims inside and outside the temple pointed and discussed, and the black-clothed monk frowned: "What's there?"

At this time, the two looked up, but saw Ding Feng's demon-like face, and grinned at the two of them. The two of them suddenly rolled their eyes, couldn't get back in one breath, and fainted.

Ding Feng said with good intentions: "Senior brother of the Descending Dragon Temple, it seems that your lost disciple has returned. ”

Many pilgrims were smiling, just because they also saw that the robes of the two monks were wet and smelly. The people of the West Pole are fierce, advocating strength, respecting martial arts and sacred. If it weren't for the reverence for the Buddha, I would have laughed out loud. Tree such as the web address: heiyaпge off the mouth of the heart chapter

The people of the Descending Dragon Temple looked embarrassed, put down a cruel word, and had to take the two of them away. There is no incense to worship in the Dragon Temple, and the people of the temple have always lived by hunting wild game in the mountains, and making a living from furs and other objects. The monks in the door are all practicing martial arts, and the mind is not right, was a nest of bandits, saved some money, built a temple in the Garan Temple, and the abbot in it was the former leader of the bandits.

"A litter of robbers can't be monks even if they shave their heads, but these people are good robbers, so what kind of monks should they be. ”

Ding Feng patted his bare head, it was really a monk who wanted to return to the world, and a bandit who wanted to become a monk. I don't want to be a monk in every possible way, but some people try their best to be quite a monk.

Yuanjue's eyes flickered, his heart was wonderful, and he didn't know what he had found. But his experience, what he has seen and heard is too shallow, and his qi cultivation skills are not in place. I saw that his face was heavy, as if he knew something terrible.

Ding Feng didn't understand what these disciples of the Jialan Temple were afraid of, with the realization of the golden body of the Buddha, the nest of bandits in the Descending Dragon Temple was like a clown jumping off the beam, it was simply a gimmick: "It is really fearless for those who do not know, and the management methods of the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism are indeed very different." ”

There are more than 100 monks in the Garan Temple, but there are only a few disciples who have opened the eight senses of Buddhism, no more than ten. Including Ding Feng, there are only eight people. Ding Feng knew that the eight senses of Buddhism were difficult to open, but he didn't expect it to be so difficult. Although the number of people is small, two of the eight people have opened their bodies, but they are not in the temple at this time, and they should have traveled down the mountain.

The people of the Dragon Descending Temple are ruthless, obedient, and deceive people too much. Enlightenment made the disciples blindly forbear, but it made the people of the Descending Dragon Temple even more arrogant! Moreover, this person is not good, and the Descending Dragon Temple will never give up, and the conflict will escalate, and sooner or later something will happen.

Ding Feng thought about it carefully, and always felt that there were many doubts. Buddhist practice does not pay attention to any secret method at all, and any Buddhist scripture can help people to open their minds. No matter how magical the secret method of the Jialan Temple is, it is impossible for a person to open all eight senses overnight, and the certificate will be golden, and outsiders will not take it.

Yuan Jue was stunned and said to Ding Feng: "Senior Brother of Sword Hatred, Buddhism practice, you need to close the aperture of the whole body, use the golden body to transform the boat of the bitter sea, and get the way to the other side." After the eight senses are fully opened, the most important thing is the method of proving the golden body. There are many Buddhist golden body methods, and the temple includes the incorruptible diamond body, the golden body of the great day, and the three of the Buddha body are not empty. The people of the Dragon Descending Temple should have aimed at these methods, not Buddhist scriptures or martial arts methods. ”

Ding Feng was negligent for a while and Yuan Jue saw through his thoughts, although he didn't think of anything bad, but it was strange and uncomfortable to be looked at. But Ding Feng's idea had just come out, and he was seen through by Yuanjue, he took a few steps back, and apologized again and again: "Senior Brother Jian Yan, I didn't mean to ......"

Although Yuanjue's use of supernatural powers was improper, Ding Feng also did not use mana, and his precautions were lax, and he was randomly probed into what he was thinking. Ding Feng's eyes wandered, his sword intent protected him, and then asked, "Senior brother try again, can his heart still be useful to me?"

Yuanjue didn't know what Ding Feng wanted, but he still tested it according to his words. But as soon as Fang was tempted, the illusion in front of him became a disaster, bleeding from his mouth and nose, Ding Feng secretly said that it was not good, and hurriedly helped him up: "It turns out that Qizhi's spiritual sense is not strong, his soul is weak, and he is congenitally insufficient, so he can't use it properly." ”

Ding Feng's sword intent was constricted to the extreme, and he thought that it would be impossible to affect Qizhi. But Qi Zhi's spiritual sense was too fragile, and a light touch had damaged his sea of consciousness. Fortunately, Ding Feng had already prepared, because he could not use mana, it was inevitable that he would be damaged by the enemy, so Ding Feng prepared some pills in case he needed it from time to time. He took out a vermilion pill and put it into Qi Zhi's mouth, Qi Zhi's originally pale face gradually became ruddy, and his breathing was steady, but he had not yet woken up.

Ding Feng did not refine the elixir to repair the damage of the sea of knowledge, this elixir was named 'subduing demons', and it was actually used to stabilize the sea of knowledge and prevent the invasion of foreign demons. The sea of knowledge that is now used to nourish Qizhi's weakness is just right, otherwise the powerful medicinal power will wash away his sea of knowledge.

It was getting late, and Yuan Jue sighed and slowly got up.

"Senior Brother Yuanjue, are you feeling better?"

After Yuan woke up, he only felt refreshed, unprecedentedly comfortable, energetic, and his eyes were bright. He vaguely remembered that Ding Feng gave him an elixir to eat: "Senior Brother Sword Anger, what kind of elixir are you, you have such divine power!"

Ding Feng didn't know how to answer him, the Demon Pill was only eight grades, it was not rare and rare, but no one had refined it. If Ding Feng hadn't gone to the West Pole, he wouldn't have prepared this elixir, which was originally used to resist external demons, but he didn't expect it to come in handy here.

But Yuanjue didn't think so, he was so energetic, and he thought that Ding Feng had given him some elixir in order to save him. Remembering that Ding Feng had blocked a catastrophe for himself, he was immediately grateful, but he suddenly looked out the window with an eager expression: "Senior brother, what time is it?"