The night was getting thicker and thicker, but Xia Qing couldn't fall asleep after turning over on the bed, so he simply sat up and took out the Tongming incense burner to play carefully.

The small incense burner is not much bigger than a palm, and it looks like a delicate work of art, and it is not at all obvious that it is a powerful treasure.

If the sandalwood is not inserted and lit, the poisonous gas of the incense burner will not be stimulated, Xia Qing can play with confidence, but he can't see any mystery when he turns it over, so he has to put it back into the Qiankun ring and take out the Nine Ghost Gate, maybe because the cultivation is not enough, and he can't see anything famous when he looks up and down. I took out the scripture and looked at it, turned a few pages casually, put it away, and sat cross-legged on the bed to look inward.

In the dantian, there is only a small group of humanitarian flames, but it has been burning quietly, and the body is warm. The cyan sword given by Chief Manager Zhao circled around the cyan flame, slowly circling again and again.

Xia Qing pinched a sword trick in his hand, and the cyan sword flew out of his body in an instant, and thud into the hard stone wall, leaving only a piece of the hilt exposed.

Xia Qing was startled, not knowing if this was a flying sword or a heart sword.

He usually draws his sword fast enough, and with a sword in his hand, he has no fear when he encounters a peerless swordsman like Xiao Wu. But now, the speed of this cyan little sword is more than three times faster!Moreover, Xia Qing feels that he has not yet made a full attack, and it seems that with the improvement of cultivation, the speed of the sword can be faster!

Xia Qing changed his sword technique, and the cyan sword flew back, circled outside his body a few times, and roared out again, cutting off a spider silk hanging from the roof, scaring a small spider into running around.

In the dark small firewood room, the sword light is like a rainbow.

Xia Qing kept changing his sword technique, and the cyan sword was like a toy in his hand, changing all kinds of tricks. Whether it is a heart sword or a flying sword, the title is no longer important, and as soon as the mind moves, the cyan sword will move with it, like a part of the body. Every time the sword is released, the heart fire shakes, consuming a cent of yuan power. The more Yuan Power consumed in an instant, the greater the speed and power of the cyan sword.

"Yang energy is compressed to the extreme, and it transforms into a heart fire. ”

"The heart fire transforms the aura of heaven and earth into yuan power, and when the yuan power is abundant, the heart fire is vigorous, and when it is exuberant to the extreme, it gives birth to the heart sword!"

Xia Qing took back the cyan sword and quietly contemplated.

Compared with martial arts, the world of monks is really not at the same level, martial artists practice exercises, and monks practice supernatural powers. Martial arts is a well, and supernatural powers are a world. Before breaking through the prohibition of life and igniting the fire in the heart, even if he has stepped on the peak of martial arts, he will never imagine how wonderful the world of monks is.

Xia Qing took out the Earth Scripture and prepared to calm down and read it carefully, according to Zhao Da Butler, this was the only way for him to become a top master. No matter how good other people's exercises are, they are also someone else's, and it is difficult to surpass their predecessors even if they have cultivated perfectly; only their own originality is the truly unique practice in the world!

When practicing, Xia Qing was single-minded, trying all kinds of techniques, and when reading books, he was also single-minded, and there were no other distracting thoughts. But after only a few pages, my mind was interrupted by a burst of Sanskrit sounds, and every time I was quiet, I was interrupted again not long after. This Sanskrit sound is very strange, and the sound is not too loud, but it just makes people irritable and can't calm down.

"What the hell are these old monks doing?"

Xia Qing was puzzled, listened to the movement in the next room, and made sure that Butler Zhao and Shi Xuanxuan had fallen asleep, so he quietly went out of the window and followed the direction from which the Sanskrit sound came from and hurried in the dark. After a while, they came to the outside of the Buddha hall.

In the Buddha hall, more than a dozen monks are chanting scriptures and praising the Buddha, and everyone has a Buddhist scripture in their hands. Reciting scriptures in the temple, this is nothing, but this point in time is a little strange. Xia Qing took a closer look and found some more strange places, these monks all had pious expressions, but to be honest, none of them were pleasing to the eye, some had a good figure, but they had a monkey face, and some of their facial features were barely passable, but their bodies were not as fat as they could be. The abbot sitting on the upper seat was also fat-headed and big-eared, poking his fingers at the Buddhist scriptures word by word, pausing from time to time.

Xia Qing's heart suddenly understood, why these monks' Sanskrit pronunciation is so weird, these guys don't know words at all! It seems that they are pious and reading at night, but they are actually reading randomly, and everyone's pronunciation is different! The same Buddhist scripture, other great monks ask for money when they read it, but these monks are terrible when they read it!

Xia Qing shook his head, quietly bowed his body and retreated, coldly stepping on a dead branch, making a crisp sound.

Oh no! Xia Qing secretly screamed that it was not good, and sure enough, all the monks in the Buddha hall brushed and looked at it, and their ears were better than anyone else's. It seems that the mind is not on the Buddhist scriptures at all.

"Amitabha, which Taoist brother is it? Since you're here, why don't you come in and get together?"

The presiding abbot clasped his hands together, and before Xia Qing could answer, a yin wind pulled him in. I can't read and write the scriptures, but my cultivation is amazing.

Xia Qing was secretly frightened, "In Xia Qing, I passed by late at night and stayed overnight, disturbing the Qing cultivation of the masters, and invited the masters Haihan." ”

"Oh, you're the boy who came in with your sister tonight?" asked the abbot, smiling rather than smiling.

Xia Qing's heart sank, knowing that Shi Xuanxuan, who was dressed as a man, had already been recognized, and looking at the smile on the face of the presiding abbot, her heart became more and more bad.

"Young Master Xia, how is this Buddhist scripture?, have you heard it anywhere?" the presiding abbot asked again.

"Like...... , a little impression. ”

Xia Qing delayed time and secretly thought of a way to deal with it, these monks were too strange to stay for a night.

"Childe, have you really seen it?"

The presiding abbot was full of smiles, and the monks sitting below also smiled, all with gloomy smiles. The presiding abbot handed over the Buddhist scriptures, Xia Qing glanced at them, and couldn't help but widen his eyes. The cover of the sutra looks sacred, plated with a layer of gold leaf, but the contents inside are unsightly, and there are many graceful women depicted wearing nothing and posing in various poses. What kind of Buddhist scripture is this, it is clearly a spring palace map!

"Hehe, this is the Great Joy Zen of the ancient Zen Sect, the world's top double cultivation Dafa, after the cultivation is successful, you can live forever and ascend to the Western Paradise. Childe, do you want to learn?" the presiding abbot smiled all over his face, looking like he was happy to be a teacher, and then his tone changed, "How about offering your sister and letting her participate in this great joy Zen with us, and the old man will pass on to you what he has learned all his life, so that you can immerse yourself in the realm of great joy every moment, how about it?"

The old monk finally showed his true colors, and he had already hit Shi Xuanxuan with his idea.

"Shut up!"

Xia Qing was furious, and held the hilt of the sword hanging from his waist with his backhand.

The old monk sneered, and all the monks also smiled and surrounded him, all of them looking at each other with unkind eyes. The demon wind in the ancient Buddha hall is gusting, the temple is not big, but the demon wind is amazingly big.