I couldn't help but smile and tilt my head to look at Chunting.

Maybe it's because of what these people do and say that I always overwhelm me, but this rare opportunity for me to raise my eyebrows once again made me enjoy the feeling that he was shocked by me for a while.

In fact, the Dao method I used was not very profound, the reason why Chunting was so surprised was because everyone already knew that I had never learned Dao magic powers, so it could be said that I had no power to restrain the chicken, and now that I suddenly made a move, Chunting did not adapt to it for a while, so he was so shocked.

Seeing his appearance, I didn't continue to pretend to be profound, but scratched my head and answered him embarrassedly.

"Actually, it didn't take long, just after Jinling absorbed the statue."

Afterwards, I began to tell the stunned Chunting about the origin of my current body of the Dao.

On that day, after I opened the gold box and took out the statue of the hedgehog, I made a magical connection with the statue through the Guigu Order and the Ring of Mountains and Seas, and at that moment, a flame appeared from the mouth of the statue, aiming at my forehead and erupting, and there was an extra stream of heat flowing throughout my body in my body, and before I could experience it carefully, I entered the familiar dream.

And when I woke up from the dream, the heat had dissipated, but there was a new breath in the veins of my limbs, and I could feel the great power contained in it, moving around my body, but it could not be controlled by me for my use.

It wasn't until I absorbed the statue for the second time, through the spell that Chunting told me, that three streams of heat appeared again in my Jizhong acupoint, Guan Yuan acupoint, and Yongquan acupoint, and these three hot currents connected the breath that remained in my body for the first time, merged together, and then hit the Baihui acupoint above my head, and then sent me into the second dream.

In the second dream, I saw the beginning and end of Chen Qingzhi's Northern Expedition, and at the same time reminded me of the diversion of the Yellow River represented by the back of the statue, and my body also changed unconsciously, the breath in my body became significantly stronger, and at the same time, many mysterious and mysterious Taoist spells suddenly appeared in my mind.

It happened suddenly, and I didn't know whether it was good or bad, so I chose to avoid talking about it in order to avoid everyone worrying, and then I secretly tried it when no one was around, and found that inexplicably, I actually mastered the Taoist magic that ordinary people dream of.

Chun Ting opened his mouth widely, as if he was listening to the heavens, and when he heard me say this, his face was puzzled and he did not hide it at all.

"It's a good thing that you have no power, but now you have the ability, but why have you never shown this magic power in front of people?"

"Isn't this a hard life, the old people say that wealth is not exposed, but I am afraid that someone will think about me."

I smiled helplessly, shrugged my shoulders and pretended to be free.

"As the old saying goes, Mu Xiu will be destroyed by the forest wind, not to mention that I haven't done anything yet, someone is already going to start taking my life, don't I have to think about keeping a back hand just in case?"

Chunting understood the meaning of my words, and his face was no longer confused, but looked me up and down, and the meaning of appreciation was very obvious.

"At a young age, you know how to hide and keep secret, it's not simple, it's not simple."

"No wonder, I also wondered why while you absorbed the memories in the statue, you didn't retrieve the power you left in the statue, it turned out that it was deliberately hidden and never revealed."

I continued to giggle at him and didn't continue to explain anything else.

Chunting thought about it and looked at me again, and asked me half-seriously and half-jokingly.

"This is your last hole card now, aren't you afraid that I will have bad thoughts about you?"

I smiled faintly, looked him in the eye, and said three words simply.

"I believe in you."

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Chun Ting didn't talk nonsense anymore, he didn't study the Divine Channel Technique that I suddenly had, but instead studied this towering ancient tree, stretched out his hands and put them on the tree to continue to feel, and at the same time asked me how he felt after making a move just now.

"Did you feel after you punched just now?"

I stroked my left fist with my right hand and began to recall the sensation of that punch.

"Although the sound caused by the punch just now was very loud, I didn't feel any pain in my left hand, nor did I feel any of the imprisonment you said, as if my punch was in cotton, and it was powerful but not needed."

"Strange thing."

Chunting listened to what I said, muttered to himself, and then asked me to step aside, as I had just done, and stretched out his hand to clench his fist, which was as dazzling as if it were emitting fire in the dark night, and the momentum was far more terrifying than what I had just done.

Then, he was angry and threw his fist at the ancient tree, but the result surprised me.

Bang!

I saw that the ancient tree that had no reaction after I punched out just now, with the blow of the Spring Pavilion changed, this towering giant tree as high as four feet and seven feet thick seemed to come to life, with the tentative blow of the Spring Pavilion, the main body of the ancient tree burst out with bursts of light, and actually shook the Spring Pavilion out!

I hurriedly ran over to help Chunting up, and after looking up and down, I saw that he had nothing to do except for his pale face, so I put my mind at ease and asked puzzled.

"How does it feel? What's going on? ”

Even if I absorbed the power of the past from the statue, after all, it was only a part of my former ability, and naturally it was far less advanced than the Dao of Chunting, but even so, there was nothing abnormal about the ancient tree that I had just struck out, but with Chunting's punch, the ancient tree actually defended spontaneously as if it had a sanity, and its strength could actually shake Chunting away.

It has been determined that this is the Spring Pavilion that was arranged back then, but now it seems that the Spring Pavilion is helpless here, and there is no way to do it, why is this?

"It doesn't make sense."

After Chunting was helped up by me, he looked at the ancient trees that were still as immobile as a mountain, and although his face was not flustered, he was full of confusion and slowly emerged.

"Since this place was arranged by me back then, the power of this seal should naturally be close to me and reject others, but now it seems that the power arranged here is actually close to you but rejects me, is there any hidden meaning here back then?"

"Amitabha."

Just when the two of us were puzzled, there was a faint Buddha horn from this thousand Buddha temple!

When the two of us arrived, we were worried that someone would find out, so we naturally checked the surrounding area and confirmed that there was no one before we started to study this ancient tree, but now we found that there were people nearby!

During the day, we have already observed that the existing buildings in this Thousand Buddha Temple are only seven water and land halls, five eighteen Arhat halls, and five rooms in each of the two corridors, and after we carefully distinguished, we found that the sound came from the eighteen Arhat halls in the middle!

Chunting and I faced the direction of the Buddha's name, and our hands were clenched into fists to face this sudden situation, when we saw the door of the Arhat Hall where the sound came from being pushed open from the inside, and a person slowly walked out of it.

And this person who walked out of the Luohan Hall seemed to be over the age of old, with no hair on the top of his head, a robe, bright and wise eyes, steady steps under his feet, holding an ebony Zen staff in his left hand, twisting the snow-white beard in his right hand, and staring at Chunting and me with that kind of gaze as he walked.

I looked at Chunting and looked at each other.

This person is actually a great monk?