Thousand Machines, a name that is easy to reverie, however, its essence is somewhat different from the unpredictable Thousand Machines in the popular concept.

Millions of years ago, the Sword Emperor searched all over the world for the road to ascend to the immortals, and the strange things he saw were far beyond imagination.

Among them, the Thousand Machines Technique is one of them.

It is said to be an exercise, but it is not quite in line with it, this thousand machine art is more like a strange book, it does not teach you how to cultivate, and from beginning to end, it is talking at length about the art of deduction and the art of contemplating the mind.

According to normal logic, a Thousand Machines Technique that is not even a Yellow Rank should be of little value, but who would have thought that such a 'rubbish', someone once proposed to exchange a Heavenly Rank martial art for the Sword Emperor but did not agree.

Among them, there are many Sword Emperors who are rich and wealthy, and they already stand at the peak of the Martial Pole Continent and disdain the heaven-level martial arts, but they can't ignore the value of the Thousand Machines Technique itself.

The Sword Emperor has been observing and speculating for many years, but in the end he can only lament, this technique of cultivating the mind is not my way!

Li Changan has never been a generous person, even if he has countless high-level martial arts in his mind, he has never taken out a copy and gave it to Zhang Tianhua or Mo Yanyu.

In the end, it is just because he has not completely believed in the two of them in his heart, even if from the current point of view, the possibility of the two of them being unfavorable to him is very small.

People who live in the shadows also look at others with gloom, and after dying once, Li Changan can no longer be like the sun.

Zhang Tianhua and Mo Yanyu treated it like this, but Nie Xian's situation was different.

With the Heavenly Dao oath made by Nie Xian, it was impossible to do anything that threatened him for at least these thousands of years.

Yes, Li Changan is willing to believe in him for the time being.

Within a controllable range, slightly magnifying the value of the treasure in your mind is not a means to become stronger.

Nie Xian thought it was a joke, but seeing that Li Changan was serious, he suddenly believed it in his heart, put down the feather fan, took the ancient books that Li Changan took out with both hands, and his heartbeat couldn't help but speed up.

No one really wants to be a scumbag, even if he is as clever as a demon, but his strong strength is the most effective means to solve the problem.

Conspiracy and calculation, that is just a second choice for lack of strength.

Holding the thick unique book of Thousand Machines, Nie Xian's fingertips trembled slightly, which showed that there were already frequent ripples in his heart.

Turning the first page, it is the general outline of the Thousand Machines Technique.

Contemplation, meditation, and dedication!

This is very different from what you think.

With a bright smile, Nie Xian sat on the spot, without the slightest dislike, but watched it with relish.

Li Changan glanced at it and felt that he had indeed underestimated the young man in front of him, this was a real wise man, in his eyes, the road would always exist.

Seeing that Nie Xian was fascinated, Li Changan didn't bother, his eyes changed between Zhang Tianhua and Mo Yanyu not far away, and finally called Mo Yanyu out of the small courtyard together.

Since realizing the sword intent last night, Mo Yanyu's temperament has faintly changed a lot.

The green middle two is much more immature and light, and there are a few invisible edges in his life, and he barely has the shadow of a swordsman.

Obviously, his figure is more solid than the slender Li Changan, but he is unconsciously half a step behind.

Li Changan didn't pay attention to these details and walked around the streets of Haiyun City.

Yesterday's kilometer ruins have disappeared, replaced by the same prosperous commercial buildings as the left and right, the people who come and go, the topic is very much, but few people talk about yesterday's disaster, I am afraid, only the parting heroine remembers it.

Talking, glaring, whispering, hurrying, all kinds of people are interpreting all kinds of life, which is really sad and ridiculous.

Inexplicably, Li Changan remembered a sentence, if the soul has a place to rest, how can it wander around?

I don't belong here!

As if he was infected by Li Changan, Mo Yanyu next to him looked at a woman in a hurry and whispered: "The world is panicking, but the picture is a few taels of silver, is this the reason for our cultivation?"

Li Changan was a little surprised, and said: "It's just that this broken silver is a few taels, which can solve the panic in the world, and we are the same." ”

From the street to the end of the street, the two didn't buy anything, and they didn't talk to anyone, thinking that they could return to the courtyard safely after a stroll, but they never wanted to be delayed by a lively event.

On the street, which had been noisy and lively a moment ago, suddenly, there was silence, deathly eerie, and the sound of falling leaves.

Come and go fast, and in the blink of an eye, it is back to normal, as if nothing has happened.

However, everyone on the street who had a little cultivation turned to look at the city gate, where a burst of chanting was coming from far and near.

The voice is ethereal, like a girl crying, but she can clearly hear every word.

"The treasure temple floats into the sky, and greed, hatred, and obsession are caged. Forget the suffering of cause and effect, and get rid of the hustle and bustle ......"

The louder and louder voices completely suppressed the hustle and bustle of the streets in the city, and people looked sideways to see a group of more than a dozen bald monks slowly approaching, involuntarily standing on both sides, making way for a large road to walk.

Li Changan and Mo Yanyu mixed in the crowd, standing on one side along the torrent, looking at the monks who stayed in Chengzhong, although the respect on their faces was not as good as ordinary people, but they were also a little more upright.

There are black and white everywhere, Li Changan doesn't want to be that clean and flawless white, but he won't despise white, it's just different.

Among the monks in the venue, the leading little monk made a deep impression on Li Changan.

The little novice has kind eyebrows, a kind smile always hangs on the corner of his mouth, his eyes are bright, as if he contains thousands of stars, and he is dressed in a coarse cloth monk's robe, which cannot hide his dust at all.

"Amitabha, the little monk Nanshan Qingyin Temple read into the void, the Dharma number, a thought into the empty, last night heard the bad news in the city, especially before to do a dharma, over the injustice. ”

"The little master has a heart. ”

"This is the blessing of my Haiyun City. ”

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

The voice of the little novice is clear, and it is difficult to have the idea of refusal in the ears, and the pedestrians on both sides are respectful.

The sound of the Buddha was in his ears, Li Chang'an's mind was clear, his heart was unprecedentedly calm, and even the cultivation that had just broken through began to move as if he was being pulled, and he hurriedly distracted and suppressed his spiritual power, his heart shook greatly, and then looked at the monks' eyes changed greatly.

Life is like a reverse journey, and I am also a pedestrian!

Buddhism, beyond imagination!

After carefully looking at this group of monks, Li Changan found that half of them had not cultivated, even the leading little monk was only the cultivation of Lingxuan Erzhongtian.

This......

It's really puzzling.

Looking at the leopard in the tube, it can be seen that even if it is just a small contact, Li Changan can feel the vastness of Buddhism, but these monks in front of him are not so strong.

Curious, Li Changan asked Mo Yanyu directly.

"Qingyin Temple of Tuonan Mountain, how much do you know, and this little monk whose Dharma name is empty at one thought, do you know?"