On the highest tiled house on the west side of Huangni Town sat an old monk, his eyebrows and ears were huge, and his longevity eyebrows fell all the way to his cheeks, as white as his beard. The old monk's face looks like an old man, but his body looks like that of a strong man. He wore a red robe, held a gandah in one hand, and held a wooden fish in the other, and hung his feet in the air on the eaves and dangled like a child.

It's just that time has stopped moving forward for the past four weeks, and it's a little weird that he can still dangle his feet around.

He had an earthy yellow cloth bag tied around his waist, and a large white bowl filled with half a bowl of water on the tiles beside him.

"Hey!" The old monk sighed and said to himself, "Why bother calling around? Coma, you go down to nail a wooden sign, and the poor monk will meet the little baby when he goes to the mountain. ”

"Lao Tzu is not going!" A young man's voice appeared in his chest, "Comet, why don't you go and nail the wooden plaque below, and let Lao Tzu go to meet that little bastard of the Imperial Sword Sect?" ”

Suddenly, a little monk the size of a thumb walked out of his chest, and the little monk stepped in front of him, growing a little bigger with each step, and when his foot stepped on the tiles on the ridge, he had already become a good-looking young monk with red hemorrhoids on his eyebrows.

He clasped his hands together and smiled as he stared at the old monk's feet.

The old monk shuddered and quickly retracted his feet hanging under the eaves. "Amitabha! You are influencing the mind of the poor monk again. He read.

"Phew! Old bald donkey," the little monk scolded, "Obviously you are not a childlike old man?" ”

"If the monks don't talk and don't speak foul language," the old monk looked at the young man kindly, "What's more, you are still scolding yourself." ”

Hearing this, the young monk hugged his head in pain and wailed, "I knew that Lao Tzu would have this kind of virtue when he was old, and he should have hanged himself and jumped into the river to die." ”

"Since you and I don't want to nail the wooden signs...... What about the old rules: who loses and who goes? ”

"I'm afraid you won't make it?" The young monk clenched his right hand into a fist, "Come on! ”

"Rock-paper-scissors!" Both shouted at the same time.

The old man laughed and walked away against the wind, leaving only the young monk to look at the V-shaped fingers in his hand in chagrin and chagrin.

"Lao Tzu's legendary monk actually played rock-paper-scissors with himself, and he actually lost to himself." The young monk in a white robe became more and more angry the more he thought about it, but he slapped himself hard. "Huixin, are you a pig?"

"Who's on that roof?" Someone shouted below.

The sudden sound frightened the young monk into staggering, and he fell directly from the ridge of the roof to the ground on his feet.

But fortunately, the speed of his fall became slower and slower, and he gently straightened his body like a paper kite, and finally his feet touched the ground gently.

"Which onion are you? Get out of here! The young monk asked back and shouted angrily, and the white robe on his body began to shine, and the whole town square was covered as if it were day.

Originally, An Ran had the same idea as Fan Yuntian - it was over, and suddenly the young man heard the sound of a wooden fish, and then he saw an amazing scene, except for himself, everyone kept all kinds of postures and did not move, and everyone's beautiful bodies were lying in the air.

An Ran was a little at a loss, touched Xiaobai, who was moving his hooves, and then moved Fan Yuntian, who was jumping in the air, and found that he couldn't even pull the corners of his clothes. Just when the second monk was puzzled, suddenly there was a voice of someone talking from a house, which was not visible in the firelight, and the young man walked slowly to the other side of the house, so he asked, 'Who is on that roof?'

Then he was scolded and suddenly lit up the day after tomorrow, and his game character was pulled by an invisible force to move to a young man's bald head, and the body fixation bracket pulled An Ran forward in reality.

They both saw each other's appearances, and each was first impressed and taken aback by the other's appearance, and then stunned at the same time. An Ran felt that this boss was too powerful, and he was about to die, and Comet found that he seemed to have provoked someone he shouldn't have provoked.

In fact, when the words came from under the house, he felt strange, why could anyone move in his own quiet world? That's why Comet was so frightened that he stumbled off the roof. Then he used the 'power of moving the mountain' to pull the young strong man towards him, and found that he was beginning to pull a small boat, and gradually the man became as heavy as a mountain.

"Ahh The little monk meets the divine envoy! The monk was the first to react, and immediately withdrew the power to move the mountain, and folded his hands.

"Another fucking perverted NPC?" An Ran found that he could move, he looked at the young monk in front of him and thought, "It seems that every powerful NPC calls himself a divine envoy, and those who are not powerful can't recognize Lao Tzu." ”

"My lord atoned for your sins, I really didn't know that you were here, so I offended the honorable driver." The young monk saw that An Ran did not speak, and became a little cramped and uneasy.

"Your name is Comet?" An Ran frowned and asked: "Is it the monk who was with Guo Rufeng, Li Chongting, boiling Canghai, Ouyang Zhishan, and climbing one of the five masters of Xiyue Qingyun?" ”

"It's the little monk, do you recognize me?" The young man asked in his heart and then added: "Of course, adults know the little monk when they see everything. ”

The tense heartstrings of the comet finally relaxed, "Since I know Lao Tzu, presumably this adventurer will not let the great god cause the thunder to hit my head, right?" He thought.

"I heard it in Qingyun Mountain, and later Mei Si'an also told some stories about you, of course, most of the time it was about Guo Rufeng and Ouyang Zhishan, how many of you are there! I really just know the name. ”

Being able to be remembered by the divine messenger was actually very happy for the young man, and he was not the old self who always looked ...... Stupid?

"I see, my third brother and fifth sister do have more stories, and they are also more ...... It's more exciting," the young monk finally stopped clasping his hands together but rubbed each other and said with a flattering smile: "If the adults are interested in listening, the little monk can give the adults another talk." ”

"This is a face of Fan Yuntian!" An Ran thought, "You're a monk!" Why are you so gossiping about other people's love? Lao Tzu is not interested in learning about the soap opera between you NPCs, but this monk is called since he is the third brother, maybe he knows Ouyang Zhishan's line. ”

"Oh?" An Ran raised one eyebrow and looked at Comet Xin, "In that case, you can tell me, the deity would like to hear about it." ”

Give a bamboo pole and climb up, this is An Ran's strategy to deal with NPCs in the world of Huaxia, this is not for him to start pretending to be forced.

"There's a play!" The young man secretly rejoiced in his heart, "This adventurer oracle is too foolish, telling a story will make him forget what Lao Tzu just scolded him for." ”

He ran to An Ran like a dog, and then put his hand around his mouth and approached An Ran's ear.

"My lord, there is a sentence that you must listen to, don't call the name of the goddess Mei directly, otherwise, ......" Comet Xin put his other hand in front of him and cautiously pointed to the sky, "The goddess of the hall is not very good-tempered, be careful of the five thunders in the sky." ”

"Thank you!" His glowing white robe almost lit up An Ran's eyes, so the young man had to tilt his head forty-five degrees to look at the sky. "Methian? Lao Tzu is not afraid of her. ”

An Ran's words impressed this good-looking young monk with hemorrhoids on his eyebrows. You must know that when Ouyang Zhishan and Ao Canghai were fighting in the West Sea, due to the too much movement, Mei Si'an, who was napping in the clouds, was so noisy that the goddess slashed down with a sword, and the sword qi divided the sea water of the entire West Sea into two, three days and three nights, and it was impossible to gather. At that time, the monk was watching the two-person contest on a certain island with relish, and the sword qi smashed the island he was standing on with the light of thunder and lightning. This incident became a huge shadow in the hearts of the three of them, lingering.

"Your Excellency...... My lord ......" I gasped and couldn't help but give a thumbs up, "My lord is really a god!" ”

The monk admired the dignified and young envoy in front of him in his heart, of course he knew that he was an adventurer who could not be killed, and he also knew that this envoy was actually pitifully weak.

"But even if an adventurer is slashed by a god, tens of thousands of swords will hurt a lot! The courage of the gods to make the adults die is really unparalleled in the world, and he also likes to scold and swear, how can Lao Tzu not admire? The young monk thought.

Ay! How did he know that in fact, the players didn't feel pain at all in this world.

"But my lord, before the little monk tells you the story, please allow me to deal with some of the small things at hand, and I can't delay any longer."

"Is it to kill them?" An Ran pointed at those who were immobilized. "There are so many of my friends here, you can't kill my friends."

"No, no," the monk shook his head like a rattle, "Heaven has a good life, and the little monk is just to take those dead souls to a place." "He wanted to say 'Amitabha', and he couldn't help it when he thought about it.

"That's none of the business...... Ha ......" An Ran will cover his mouth with his hand and yawn, "You hurry up, the deity is a little sleepy." ”

The monk walked under the huge tree with his hands together, looked up at the old locust with lush branches and leaves, and then slowly took out a palm-sized yellow wooden plaque and a long nail from the monk's robe and pinched it in the palm of his hand.

"You old locust! After eating the incense in the town but not caring about the affairs of the town, it is just a matter of scratching your head and messing around with the mandarin duck spectrum on weekdays, and now you have nothing to do with the ghosts and ghosts harming the people in the town. What would you like to do? Let's get a penalty stand! You like to stay still anyway. ”

After that, the young monk grabbed a nail with one hand and pressed the wooden card on the trunk, and with one hand he clenched his fist and hung down on the long nail, and all the iron nails were poured into the trunk, and the wooden card was firmly attached to the trunk. Then he sat down cross-legged with his hands folded and closed his eyes and chanted.

Strings of golden scriptures flew out of the mouth of the coma-hearted monk, and the golden words seemed to be pulled by an invisible silk thread, forming a large oval circle next to the old locust tree.

Comet slowly opened his eyes, and with a gesture of his hand at the house where he had stood before, a large white bowl flew down from the roof and landed firmly in his palm. The young monk looked at the spring water in the bowl, and then poured it at the golden oval surrounded by scriptures.

The water seems to have found a low lying, flowing and extending in the circle and finally covering the entire ellipse, and the water curtain swaying slightly like an uneven mirror, like a wonderful door to space.

"If you want to know the cause of the past life, then you will receive it in this life, and if you want to know the effect of the future life, you will be the one who will do it in this life." Comet stood up and waved his sleeves, "Go!" Amitabha. ”

The wind was blowing, and the zombies and ghost bats in the town square staggered in the wind towards the oval door of space.

An Ran seemed to understand something, and the young man couldn't help but curse.

******

There were two old men standing face to face on the turtledove mountain, and the old monk with kind eyebrows and kind eyes was surrounded by sword light fixed in the air, and these sword lights illuminated this square inch of land like a curved crescent moon.

The person who came out of the sword was naturally Ye Hong, the head of the Imperial Sword Sect, who came to meet the old monk who came from the imperial sword, and he was going to fly to the town to appear and he wanted to be his way. Then take out the sword and let the bald donkey get out of the way, where does he Ye want, there are still few people in the rivers and lakes under the mountain who can stop him.

"Little donor," Comet took a step forward with his hands folded, and the sword light followed the old monk's movements. "Is the scenery on this mountain really that beautiful?"

"Humph!" Ye Hong, a tall old man holding a cold iron sword in his hand, snorted coldly, "If the scenery on the mountain is not so good-looking, what are you and I doing in practice?" ”

"That's right, the world often says to climb high and look far, so it's never in a hurry." The old monk suddenly crouched down and picked up a leaf, on which was a crawling ant. "I wonder if the donor will see them when he climbs the mountain?"

Ye Hong, who had green sideburns, scoffed at the old monk's words, thinking that he was playing tricks on the false mercy and couldn't help but sneer.

"Walking in a hurry on the avenue, who would care about these ants?"

"What about the mountain?" The old monk pointed to the black distance, "Can the benefactor on the hill over there see it?" ”

He took another step forward, and an invisible pressure pressed towards Ye Hong like a mountain, which made the old man have to clench the long sword in his hand and wait.

"Don't worry," the old monk smiled kindly: "The poor monk knows that the donor will soon take a few swords, and he only asks the donor to accept this leaf before the sword." ”、

He stretched out his right hand and put the leaves in his palm in the palm of his hand, hoping that he would receive it, but instead of taking it, he directly slashed his sword and prepared to cut off the old monk's arm.

Listening to the sound of the 'bell', the cold iron sword that sharpened the iron like mud was like a steel arm in the middle of a spark, and at the same time, the sword qi that was originally fixed in the air suddenly all slashed on the body of the old monk with a comet.

"Hey! The poor monk looked at the little benefactor's heart with a demonic obstacle," he said as he stretched out two fingers to clamp Ye Hong's sword that pierced the center of his eyebrows, "I intended to ignite it so as not to be riddled with evil consequences in the future, but the donor felt that he had cultivated to heaven and no longer needed to listen to the poor monk's truth...... Go ahead! ”

The old monk let go of his fingers, his big sleeves were stroked horizontally, and an extremely powerful wind slapped on Ye Hong like a torrent. The head of this faction, who had already entered the Yudan realm at level 75, was swept into the air by his sleeve, and flew into the distance like a paper kite with a broken thread.

‘-25740’

Ye Hong's head suddenly erupted with a damage figure of tens of thousands, and he was shot dozens of feet away before he could stabilize his body. At this moment, the old man was injured and his heart was beating like thunder, a dull feeling came, his throat was slightly sweet, and he vomited a mouthful of blood.

Ye Hong stood in the air and staggered, the cold iron long sword that had followed him for a long time flew into the soles of his feet to support the old man's body.

How could the old man not know how powerful this monk who came out of the way? Can ordinary people fly against the wind? However, he thought that he could fight with him with his proud swordsmanship, but it turned out that his sword was too blunt to hurt the old monk in the slightest; His body is too weak, and he can fan himself with one sleeve.

Ye Hong touched the blood at the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, squinted his eyes and stared at the top of the mountain where he was standing just now, he suddenly felt like a mayfly, and the long-winded old bald donkey was like a big tree, could the mayfly shake the tree? He felt an inexplicable sense of shame and frustration, but he didn't want to go back immediately to find someone to fight hard, but chose to leave with the sword he had left.

If the sword is too blunt, sharpen it again, practice it again if the body bones are too weak, and it is not too late for the mountain people to take revenge for a hundred years.

The old monk put the tree back on the ground, and the ant, which had been turning around on the leaves a few times, finally found its way home. Not far away, there were a few straw figures left by the man just now, and the straw people were trembling around the ground, and they walked over and picked them up one by one and put them in the cloth bag around his waist.

"Heaven has the virtue of a good life, your fate should be handed over to cause and effect, what qualifications do poor monks have to take it?" He muttered under his breath, and the feminins in the sack stopped scurrying around and quieted down. "There are scenery on the mountain and down the mountain, a flower and a world, a leaf and a come, Amitabha!"

The sound of Buddha singing sounded, and the monk had disappeared.

******

"And then?" An Ran looked at the already empty town square and looked a little annoyed, "Where did Ouyang Zhishan go later?" ”

"Don't worry, my lord," the young monk and the young man sat side by side under the eaves of a house, "the little monk just told the story of them in the thatched hut in Qingyun Mountain. ”

"The deity doesn't need to know," An Ran tapped a pillar beside him with a bamboo pole, "You just need to tell me where Ouyang Zhishan went and where he is now." ”

"Where did he go and where was he?" The young man repeated An Ran's words and thought about it, and then asked, "Listen to your tone, do you have to look for my third brother?" ”

"Ahh An Ran breathed a long sigh of relief and thought, "You finally understood." ”

"I guess I went to an island overseas!" Comet looked at An Ran sincerely, "Since the eldest brother and the second brother lost their minds, several of us have gone our separate ways, you ask me I still want to find him!" ”

He originally wanted to change my character to Lao Tzu, but he felt that it was not polite to speak foul language in front of the divine envoy.

"Damn!" The young man slammed the bamboo stick on the pillar head, "Waste Lao Tzu's expression for a long time." ”

Comet tugged at the corners of his mouth, and held back again.

"My lord, your bamboo battle is very good, if you want me to say, it is not ordinary."

"What the do you need to remind you of?" An Ran shrugged, "This is Lao Tzu's hard work in Qingyun Mountain, I heard that the bamboo planted by Mei Si'an is abnormally hard, do you want it?" You can exchange things for them, such as divine weapons, natural treasures, peerless martial arts, and the like. ”

If Mei Si'an knew that his sweetheart was going to use this bamboo pole called 'bamboo horse' to exchange things with others, he would probably use his fingers to pull him 3,600 times.

Comet greedily glanced at Zhu Bao and swallowed his saliva.

"But it's yours, adults should put away this bamboo stick and don't exchange anything with others."

"Huh!" An Ran laughed dryly, "Lao Tzu is joking, look at you greedy." By the way, when we meet for the first time, shouldn't you give me something? ”

"Huh?" Comet Heart's face was a little ugly.

"Ahh An Ran said, "The first time you saw your boss, were you embarrassed to be empty-handed?" For example, this is fine, although it is a little vulgar. An Ran raised her hand and made a coin flick motion.

At this time, the old monk just returned to the square of the town against the wind, and saw the two people sitting under the eaves first taken aback and then relieved.

"Coming? "Old bastard," said the young man to the old man, "why don't you come and meet the Divine Envoy." ”

"Hugh will be dirty!" The old monk walked over quickly, glared at the young monk fiercely, and then folded his hands and bowed to An Ran and said, "The poor monk has seen the Lord of the Divine Envoy in his heart. ”

Just now when the young monk was chanting the scriptures, An Ran used the 'Contemplation of the Heart' technique on him, and this skill taught by Mei Si'an is really powerful, no matter how high your NPC level is, he can see it as well. For example, this monk called Comet Heart, his level is actually a fucking level 310, what is the concept of a 310-level legendary boss, which is what NPCs often call the Illusion God Realm, one of their spells may be called 'Nature's Revenge', their punch may destroy a city, and their sword can flatten a mountain. Therefore, at the beginning of the hooligan gathering place, An Ran heard Guo Rufeng relay the two sentences of one person and one dragon: 'Xiao Wang came with the West Sea;

"You ...... Be...... Alone? An Ran pointed at an old man and a young man and asked suspiciously.

The two monks nodded at the same time.

"I'll be a good girl!" An Ran exaggeratedly touched his face and exclaimed, "What the hell is this?" ”

"You see, the adults are swearing," the young man complained to the old man, "what's wrong with talking about swearing?" ”

"We are monks," the old monk patiently explained, "and the monks have to look like monks, otherwise what face will they have to meet the Buddha in the future?" What's more, if you scold me, it's equivalent to scolding yourself, stupid or not? ”

"Lao Tzu doesn't care," the young man deliberately stretched his neck and shouted: "Anyway, I feel comfortable scolding you old bald donkey and old bastard, even if Lao Tzu is a little bastard and a little bald donkey?" ”

"You ......" the old man blew his beard and glared angrily, "Amitabha! Monks do not commit resentment, and monks do not commit resentment. He took a deep breath to calm his emotions.

"Hah!" An Ran couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Master Comet is really temperamental. The youth quipped.

"Let the divine envoy see it and smile," said the old man in a red robe: "We are indeed a person, but all the cultivators who cultivate and enter the realm of fetal building can raise the Yuan Infant - our Buddhists call it 'Bodhi Ji', and the Taoist family is called 'Infinite Child', each family has its own name, but the essence is the same, they are all incarnated by the Yuan Shen in the body - after reaching the painting realm, we can let the Yuan Infant go out of the original phase of the world and replace the body." If the cultivation is higher, such as entering the Illusory God Realm, then the primordial infant and the main body can exist in the world at the same time. If the ontology is at the end of its life, the primordial infant will become the ontology and continue to practice, and the primordial infant will be planted in the heaven and earth in the same way, so that the road to Buddhism will be longer again and again. Just like many people have a past life, this life, and a future life, they are actually always there, but ordinary people don't know who I am, where I came from, and where I'm going. ”

"Oh! I understand," An Ran suddenly realized, "No wonder the book says that many immortals can live forever, so naturally like the master, they will not die." ”

"Amitabha," the old monk Buddha sang, "the heavenly law has reincarnation, the sun and the moon have profits and losses, even if my Buddha, Taoist ancestor, the most holy, and the contemplative world above the nine heavens all have the time when the body destroys the Dharma and disappears, it is difficult to live for a long time and not die, just like a human being is to a mayfly." ”

"Of course, immortality is theoretically possible," the young man added, "that is, there must not be a trace of flaw in your Buddha heart." The question is, fuck, the longer you live, the more you see, the more you see, the more you think, how can the Buddha's mind not be flawed? There are still cracks on the back of the turtle king who has lived for hundreds of years, and it is really strange that the Buddha above the nine heavens has not died until now. ”

"Amitabha, Amitabha, Buddha is not strange," the old monk bowed his head and quickly admitted his mistake, "I knew that I was like this when I was young, and the disciple should have ......"

"You should strangle yourself, right?" The young man helped him complete it, "You can't say anything Lao Tzu will help you say, old bastard, you just care about the monk chanting, Lao Tzu!" Wine and meat passed through the heart of the Buddha. ”

"How much does this look like Fan Yuntian!" An Ran couldn't help but look at the young monk meaningfully and thought, "Should people be cautious in their words and deeds, be that humble gentleman, or should they be rude and do what they want?" ”

"The monk wants to drink wine and eat meat, right?" He asked, "Lao Tzu, do you dare to drink wine here?" ”

"Why don't you dare?" The young man's eyes shone with a heroic spirit: "The adult dares to give the little monk wine to drink, and the little monk dares to raise his head to drink, anyway, the Buddha blames the adult first." ”

An Ran casually threw the wine gourd on his waist to him, and the old monk simply turned around and couldn't bear to look at it. The young monk with red hemorrhoids on his eyebrows really had no scruples, took the wine gourd, looked up and poured it with a grunt.

"After eating Lao Tzu's wine," An Ran looked at the young monk with a grin, "What are you going to give me something to repay me?" He asked.

The hearts of the old and young trembled with fright at the same time.

"My lord, the poor monk is penniless." The old monk clasped his hands together.

"Lao Tzu has nothing to reciprocate," the young man blurted out when he was finally dissatisfied with the word 'Lao Tzu', "Anyway, the adult's wine is also drunk, and you have to beat or chop it." ”

"That's not good, is it?" An Ranmo clenched his fingers, looking at this for a while, and looking at that for a while.

The two monks thought for a long time, and finally the old monk sighed and spoke.

"Adults, poor monks do have no long things, but there are still sets of fists that are quite passable, if you don't dislike it, if you don't dislike it-

- Don't dislike it" An Ran was in ecstasy and directly interrupted the old monk.

System: Do you learn the skill 'Luohan Boxing'

When he saw the system message reminder, An Ran clicked on the study without hesitation. Just kidding, this is a skill taught by a legendary NPC! There are some fortunate things in life that can be met but cannot be sought, since they have met, how can there be a reason to refuse?

"This fist is the posture of the eighteen arhats created by my Buddha," the old monk began to explain while practicing while placing: "The main techniques are separation, pressing, rushing, flashing, pointing, lifting, pressing, hooking, copying, and throwing." The leg method pays attention to tenching, rolling, sweeping and playing. Luohan boxing requires up and down to follow each other, change with the hand, the body is like a rudder, flexible and changeable, pay attention to "winning" and "protecting the middle", and the strength requires a combination of rigidity and softness. ”

There is no fist intent of landslides and ground cracks; There is no momentum of the tiger and the tiger changing color with the world, the old monk is very well-behaved with his punches and kicks, just like in reality, it is the people of Jing who are putting up flowers in the square, An Ran is a little disappointed.

The boxing proverb says: "If you want to be an arhat, look for it in Sanzheng." The so-called "three positives" means that the hands should be correct, the body should be correct, and the horse (i.e. step) should be correct, which is the basic kung fu. Practice the "three positives" well, in order to maintain stability, the larger routines in Luohan boxing are "sixty-eight style arhats" and "one hundred and eight work arhats" and so on - huh? What kind of eyes are you, my lord? After the comet monk finally finished the drill, he found that An Ran was a little absent-minded.

"Isn't the martial art taught by a character like you supposed to be a punch that will smash everything to pieces?" An Ran casually manipulated the game character and compared one of the movements, "Such a light punch, why don't I think it's very powerful?" ”

"Adults don't know that this set of boxing methods focuses on tempering the body rather than borrowing strength from heaven and earth. In addition, when the poor monk practiced, in order to let the adults see clearly, he just put his fist and did not use his strength, so it looked really plain, but this set of boxing methods is not much for adults. ”

"Oh?" An Ran stood still and wondered, "Why is it so good for me?" ”

"First of all, the vast majority of the martial arts of my Buddhism are only taught to monks and disciples, and the martial arts of poor monks are only taught by adults; Secondly, the cultivation of adults should be in the realm of quenching the body, and practicing this set of 'Luohan Boxing' with your heart is a great improvement for your physique. Among the eighteen potentials, each single potential is the pile work of refining qi and quenching the body, which can not only make the essence and divine power sufficient, but also make the lower plate stable, both inside and outside, both divine and formal, both static and moving, and the kung fu of easy tendon and marrow washing is everywhere, and the effect of double cultivation of spirit and qi can be obtained. The old man explained patiently.

"In other words, it focuses on physical fitness, and if it is used to fight people, it is not really powerful?" An Ran said and then thought, "Then what the did I learn to do?" Controlling the game characters every day to learn those old men to do Tai Chi every morning? ”

"Martial arts is not about being strong and competitive and fighting with others, this is the purpose of my Buddha." The old monk continued, "The original intention of the Buddha to create this set of boxing methods is to keep us monks healthy and keep a clear mind, so that we can become Buddhas without thinking about the sect. This punch focuses on breathing and breathing, qi travel six veins, guarding the heart and dwelling on the edge, stopping the heart is not chaotic, the poor monk wishes the adults can participate in this punch as soon as possible. ”

"So?" An Ran's tone revealed disappointment, but he still saluted, "Thank you for your advice, kid." ”

"How does this work?" The old monk was taken aback and hurriedly avoided it, "The adult is the body of ten thousand gold, and it is inappropriate for the poor monk to give martial arts by taking advantage of karma. Adults can't worship poor monks! ”

Not only the old monk, but even the young man's heart jumped away at once.

"I'm scared to death," the young man said in his heart, "There is a sentence that I don't know whether to say or not." ”

"You say." An Ran said.

"My lord, if you hurt Lao Tzu like this again, Lao Tzu will fight with you to death." The young man's heart finally began to be unreasonable.

Hearing this, the old monk's face turned pale, but An Ran patted the young monk on the shoulder and laughed.

"That's right!" An Ran said: "Say whatever you want in your heart!" It's good to think about the words, but it's not happy, it's just that you pass on my boxing method is a bit chicken! ”

"Chicken ribs?" The young man in the monk's robe raised an eyebrow and looked at him, "What the adults said, but this set of fists is useless?" You wait......"

He bent down and picked up a leaf and threw it in the air, and with a knife-like stroke of his right palm, the leaf was split in two and fell to the ground. He clenched his left hand into a fist and slammed down, and suddenly, out of thin air, a golden fist appeared and galloped towards the large stone pier under the eaves. I only heard a 'bang', and the big stone pier turned into stone powder.

An Ran gave him a thumbs up in surprise.

"It's just a small test," the young man said with a smile: "It's not enough to eliminate demons, but adults don't listen to this old king, what the hell is to strengthen the body is just a set of words for these old bald donkeys, what are martial arts learned not to fight?" ”

"Gone!" The old monk finally got angry with the young man's self, "If you do this again, we will all die from the collapse of the avenue." ”

An Ran naturally didn't understand what they were talking about, and saw the young man waving goodbye to him.

"Goodbye, sir!" The good-looking young man with hemorrhoids in his eyebrows smiled, "Lao Tzu is leaving now, this place is finally quiet, but there are still a lot of things waiting for me to be busy, not only to fight the Fa with the old guy, but also to manage the affairs of the world, I hope that one day I can drink and talk with adults again." ”

His body quickly became smaller, and finally flew into the chest of the elderly monk like a mustard seed.

"Hey!" The old monk raised his head and sighed, "The changes in Huangni Town and Yuexi Town are actually not natural disasters, but man-made disasters, and the many sufferings of all living beings are not something that those immortals in the sky can laugh at?" The poor monk hopes that the adults can achieve positive results as soon as possible and bring some stability to the world. ”

He took out the wooden fish and the gandhy from his arms, and the old monk in the red robe tapped the wooden fish Buddha and sang Amitabha Buddha and disappeared without a trace.

Night has fallen once again in Yellow Mud, and players here can once again see and control their characters.

In the long night, when the old monk Comet was standing on the surface of Mochizuki Lake, quietly watching the white Jiao sleeping under the footboard, all the players in Huangni Town were smacked at the sudden change in the system.

The stopped time was stirred by the sound of wooden fish, and the river of years continued to flow since the departure of the old monk. Of course, Gu Ping's 'rain of fire from the sky' will also pour down, but these flames like raindrops just smashed into the empty town square, and the hordes of zombies and ghost bats are gone. The player's 'Everyone's Lady' still fell to the ground with a snap and went to the graveyard to be resurrected, Xiao Bai was still running with a cigarette, Fan Yuntian slashed into the air, and the NPCs seemed to be asleep, staring blankly at the mirror-like oval-shaped door that appeared in front of the left side of the town square.

"Is this a non-stop update of the system?" Some players who have not yet gone offline wondered: "Look there is a glowing door there, but there was no one before." ”

Another player walked forward with doubts.

"This is a copy!" Someone shouted, "Forty-five night town." ”

'Hum' everyone exploded, and everyone began to talk again, but only An Ran knew what was going on in the crowd here.

"So that's how the copy can come?" An Ran thought while picking up the coins and equipment scattered on the ground, "In the process of common sense, the copy in the game is designed by the game developer, and its existence and disappearance are all transferred according to the will of people, but Huaxia's copy seems to be different, its existence seems to be something that some powerful NPC can do, or it is not an exaggeration to say that the plot is arranged by the system." Some NPCs that drive the direction of the game's plot disappear and will not appear again, such as Huang Haihao and Li Qingyun, and the players who went to Haojie's tomb to play equipment and build gang tokens seem to have never seen them again, so will there be other NPCs that promote the direction of the plot? I can't study this yet, but this game! Opportunities always arise and disappear all the time, just like life, different experiences will always create different people. ”

After the smoke of the white deer fell and the torches were lit for An Ran, some idle players who had not yet gone offline would pick up the coins and equipment left by the zombies like the NPCs, as long as it was not too much, An Ran did not stop them. You have to let someone else drink the soup when you eat meat, right? Isn't that too much? If you want to take it all for yourself and go out without dividing a bit, you can't go far no matter what. Losing points, equipment, and coins to earn word of mouth is not a loss-making deal for the Tai'an Gang, who are determined to be in all directions.

"Enron, I found out that you were standing in the wrong place just now," the observant girl whispered the question in her heart, "It stands to reason that if the system is updated and our players and NPCs are fixed in place, why can you move?" ”

"I don't know," An Ran smiled, "Actually, this is an NPC who did it, it seems that he used some kind of power or spell to freeze us all, and that copy over there is also the handiwork of that guy." ”

"It's a weird game," Smokefall said, re-attaching the bow to his back, "not like a game at all, the system is trying to pull us deeper, like an author trying to pull the viewer into his story." ”

"Lao Tzu has already said it," Fan Yuntian yawned and interjected: "You adventurers only need to treat this world as a part of your life, don't think about fighting monsters, leveling up and playing equipment all day long." ”

"yes!" An Ran stood up and sighed: "I and Fan Yuntian discovered this kind of problem you found in Qingyun Mountain, I believe that as the game progresses, more and more players will slowly discover it, and then adapt step by step." ”

A lot of players gathered around to talk about some things, such as what equipment to fight, how powerful the monster is, how awesome someone's skills are, everyone agreed to meet tomorrow and go offline to rest first, etc. Since there are no more ghosts in the town, the NPCs of the Imperial Sword Sect and Huaitao County leave in the night.

The system message lit up, and An Ran saw the message sent directly by the desert lonely smoke.

"An Ran, how are you doing over there?" The message asked: "We are in a bitter battle here, we lost a lot of brothers, and at the critical moment, we suddenly got stuck, and the system told us to wait, and then when we were able to operate again, we found that there was no monster in this Yuexi Town, and the message also reminded me that the mission was completed." ”

"We're the same," An Ran replied to the message, "In that case, let's go offline first!" Regarding the sudden incident that occurred this time, let's wait until tomorrow when we go online and rush back to Huaitao County. ”

So with An Ran's consent, the players of the Tai'an Gang said hello and chose the original underground line, while the NPCs of the Tai'an Gang found some residential houses in the town to rest.

Fan Yuntian, who is An Ran's servant, naturally wants to have a little temper, and keeps saying that An Ran wants to take him back to Huaitao County at night to find an inn to sleep in a comfortable big bed, and he is also ready to pull up the cigarette to intercede for him.

"Are you kidding me? The system wants Lao Tzu to sleep, how can I have time to accompany you on the road? The handsome young man glared at him and deceitedly.

Fan Yuntian could only shake his head, curse them in a low voice, and after a few words, he was taken back from the servant space by his master.

Until after going offline, An Ran was still thinking about the monk's heart's sentence, 'This accident in Huangni Town is not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster', what does this mean? If it is a man-made disaster, who did it and for what purpose? The young man lay in a daze and fell asleep.