Chen Yi was speechless for these two people, and said: "I have been practicing well alone, and I have come over for such a long time, and I haven't joined the sect for the time being, I hope you will forgive me." ”

Hua Fei said arrogantly, "The cultivation of the late stage of dark energy is good in a small place, but in fact, it is a frog at the bottom of the well, I dare to guarantee that if you practice alone, I am afraid that there will be very few opportunities to break through and enter the transformation of energy." ”

As he spoke, he glanced at Professor Liu Dajun, and his meaning was self-evident, that is, Professor Liu Dajun was also proficient in theory, but his practice was not of much help.

Chen Yi was finally a little unhappy, "Whether I can break through or not is my own business, it doesn't seem to have much to do with you, I understand the kindness." ”

"Hehe, everyone has their own ambitions, everyone has their own favorite path, so don't be reluctant", Professor Liu Dajun played a round game.

Hua Song still gave Professor Liu Dajun face, "Since that's the case, it's a pity, if you change your mind, you can contact me at any time." ”

After speaking, he handed Chen Yi a business card, very exquisite, special paper zuò, with a dark checkered pattern, behind it is a yin and yang Taiji pattern, and the front reads: Hua Song, the head of the Xuankong faction.

Chen Yi took it and pouted, this guy was even more sassy than himself, a cultivator actually used a business card, and then put it in the pocket of his windbreaker casually.

Hua Fei looked at Chen Yi's casual appearance, a little angry, and snorted coldly, "I don't know how to lift." ”

In his heart, he already regarded Chen Yi as a toad sitting in a well and watching the sky.

A casual cultivator actually refused the personal invitation of the head of the Xuankong Sect, one of the eight major sects, and the future head of the sect, which is really ignorant.

Professor Liu Dajun didn't expect it to be like this, and laughed awkwardly, "Let's go, let's stop chatting here, go inside and meet old friends." ”

Together with Professor Liu Dajun, Chen Yi entered an ancient building with the "Pengle Pavilion" hanging on it.

This is a place where guests stay, similar to the style outside, all with retro taste, mahogany furniture, traditional Chinese landscape calligraphy and painting, green bamboo and green leaves as decoration, and arranged with a feng shui bureau, stepping into the house, it seems to come to another space, which is completely different from the hustle and bustle outside.

The rooms are located upstairs, and the first floor is for guests to communicate. All kinds of tea sets, from the Han Dynasty to modern times, there is no shortage of each, although it is not an antique, it is quite remarkable to be able to do this.

And in this lobby, there are already many people seated, dressed in all kinds of clothes, including retired old cadres, Taoists, monks, and so on.

Professor Liu Dajun has a lot of old friends, and he has said hello one by one, and by the way, Chen Yi has also met many senior leaders in the metaphysical field.

During this period, he met Hua Fei again, but after Hua Fei nodded to Professor Liu Dajun, he sat down in one place and did not look at Chen Yi from beginning to end.

Chen Yi didn't care, at this time, his mind was on how to enhance his strength, and he didn't have time to fight with these little guys. Although this Hua Fei is extremely good among the younger generation, and even stronger than most of the older generation, Chen Yi still can't take it seriously.

"Chen Yi, what kind of treasure did you bring this time? Can you let me take a look?" The one who spoke was a little monk, Huikong, with a round little head, thirteen or fourteen years old, chubby and very cute.

He and his master came from the Great Compassion Temple, and Professor Liu Dajun introduced them to each other.

"Huikong, the monk's heart is like a mirror, the treasures and belongings are put down, and the persistence is empty, how many times have you been taught by the teacher, why don't you remember it for a long time?"

His master, Venerable Juetong, taught that this monk asked for treasures when he saw people, and he really couldn't save face.

Huikong pouted his chubby little mouth, glanced at Master Juetong, and said dissatisfiedly: "Master, didn't you say that you brought me out to see the world, just to see the treasure?

Jue Neng is worthy of being a great monk with profound Dharma, and the other disciples still did not change their faces after revealing the old bottom, "Huineng, how can you be so stupid as this? It is really a full-day church worthy of being a teacher, and the purpose of seeing the world is to increase your knowledge and assist in the practice of the Dharma, not to let gold and silver belongings blind your eyes and blind your heart." ”

The little monk Huikong touched his round head, thought for a while, thoughtfully, and said a Buddha name, the treasure is solemn, and it seems that the real Buddha is reincarnated.

"Amitabha. ”

Jue Neng clasped his hands together and said, "Huikong, are you enlightened?"

Huikong nodded and said respectfully, "Master, I have understood." ”

Everyone was amazed, these two monks were really good, such a few simple words can make people understand the truth? Chen Yi was even more surprised, he always thought that these were all deceptive things on TV, how could people's ** be so frivolous to eliminate?

"What did you realize?" Jue Neng asked softly with sadness and joy on his face.

"The body is a Bodhi tree, the heart is like a mirror, wipe it frequently, don't make it dusty", Huikong said four Buddhist classics.

"It's good to be enlightened, it's good to be enlightened!" Jue Neng Lao was relieved, and it was not a common thing for apprentices to have such a face.

Huikong saluted his master, and then turned to Chen Yi and said, "This benefactor, the poor monk took the liberty just now. ”

Chen Yi was so shocked that his eyes widened, this understanding is simply amazing, he has always thought he is a smart person, but compared with this little monk, it is really far behind, this is called wisdom, great wisdom and great wisdom!

But Huikong's next words almost made Chen Yi spit out a mouthful of old blood.

"Donor, at the moment of the catastrophe, I also hope that the donor can help the poor monks!"

"How can I help you?"

"Rotten wood, what my master said just now is so clear, didn't you hear? Seeing treasures can increase my cultivation, why don't you hurry up and take them out? Let me increase my Dharma and increase my ability to fight against evil demons?" The little kid monk scolded seriously, and Chen Yi, who was scolding, was stunned for a moment.

Nima, how is the magic stick made? That's it!

This little fart monk has grown up, and he is definitely better than himself!

"Phew!"

Jue Neng was so ashamed that his scalp was red, and he slapped the back of the little fart monk's head, "Rotten wood can't be carved, rotten wood can't be carved!"

The people watching from the side were dumbfounded, and then burst into laughter, and Hua Fei, who was not far away, heard it and laughed happily, but there was always a touch of annoying arrogance in that smile.

Chen Yi was sweating profusely, but he just wanted Professor Liu Dajun to take a look at the stone ball, so he took the opportunity of the little monk to take it out.

The stone ball was taken out of his pocket, and all the people present were experts, and their eyes couldn't help but nail it on, and one of the young men in extremely ordinary clothes had a complicated look in his eyes, and his gaze towards Chen Yi also became deep.

It's just that the stone ball is passed in their hands, and everyone knows that it is a good thing, but no one can say what it is.

Finally, it was handed over to Professor Liu Dajun, and he played with it for a long time before he said: "If I didn't see it, this stone ball should be the legendary dragon spit bead." ”

Dragon Spit Pearl?

Ooh!

Some people couldn't help but be alarmed, even the great monk Jueneng was a little discolored.

Only the young man didn't move.