When he got home, Bai Pojun looked at the small altar in his hand, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

But he didn't say anything, took the wine, patted the sealing altar, and took a big sip, with a hint of intoxication on his face.

Bai Huanye continued to go to the rice to cook, and after the meal, he continued to sit cross-legged on the small couch and entered the cultivation of the small qi refining technique.

On this day, he felt that the speed of his cultivation had inexplicably accelerated a lot, and when the night passed, the White Illusion Night Consciousness entered the Yuan Ling Consciousness Sea Space and saw the white mist portrait light cluster related to the small qi refining technique, he couldn't help but be taken aback.

Overnight, his cultivation progress was no longer 1, but had reached as much as 1.3, nearly one-third faster than normal.

"Well, this is the effect of my copying of that scripture?"

Even if Bai Phantom Night is sluggish, how can he not understand it, this must be the effect of copying those two "Pumen Pin Dafa Mantras" during the day and washing his body and mind.

If the Dharma purifies the mind, removes the causes of filth, and the body is clear, then the cultivation will get twice the result with half the effort, and the cultivation speed will increase greatly.

This is an unexpected benefit.

Another 50 strands of spiritual chanting silk were put into it to increase the cultivation of the small qi refining technique, and then, for seven consecutive days, Bai Phantom Night went to the Burning Lamp Temple on time every day to report, and then copied the scriptures.

In the beginning, he copied two articles at most, but later he was getting faster and faster, and when he was able to recite the scriptures silently, he did not need to spend time comparing and copying them, but the scriptures naturally poured into the pen, and the speed began to reach two and a half articles, and he started with more than ten copper knives a day.

In just seven days, the bronze knife in Bai Phantom Ye's hand has surged to seventy-one.

This is still three of them, first for Bai Phantom Night's father Bai Pojun, to buy a jar of floating slaughter drunk, and then spent two more to supplement a little bit of food and rice at home, so that it will not be cut off because of this.

The family background that was searched by Xin Wenxuan and others before came back in an instant.

However, plus the first day, eight days have passed in the blink of an eye, and Bai Bai Phantom Night alone has copied nearly twenty articles, and the others add up, and the number is naturally more.

Therefore, the temple announced that the scriptures are enough so far, and today is over, and everyone will not have to come again tomorrow.

Hearing this, the white phantom night was stunned.

Not only because of these eight days of copying scriptures, which made his wealth surge, but also because the other benefits brought by copying scriptures are what he values most.

"But I have secretly memorized this scripture, and then I will go home and buy a set of the Four Treasures of the Study and copy it, I wonder if it will have the same benefit?"

Secretly keeping this decision in mind, he handed over the two and a half scriptures he copied today, and was rewarded with twelve bronze knives, and the wealth on Bai Phantom Ye's body instantly reached eighty-three.

Unprecedented abundance.

Seeing that the time was still early, Bai Huanye said goodbye to the law enforcement monk, the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi and others, and turned around and walked towards the abbot's room again.

For seven days, he was busy copying the scriptures, and he didn't go to find the abbot of Xiaoxiang, and he didn't have to get up early tomorrow after copying the scriptures today, but he could come over and ask him for the remaining half of the mantra.

When Abbot Xiaoxiang saw the white fantasy night, he did not break his promise, and soon taught the second half of the small qi refining technique, that is, the mantra of the immortal Dao chapter.

"Ruixue cleanses the dirt and is leisurely, the ratings return to the ancestral knots, the eyebrows are faint and the wisdom is revealed, the heart and light are united and returned to the field, there is nothing in the middle and there is nothing, when a yang is born, the Qiankun turns, the qi line is supervised through the central channel, the left and right veins are filled with qi, a thousand days of work through a hundred pulses, and the marrow bone essence is vaporized into the true yuan......"

Silently reciting the mantra of the Immortal Dao chapter of this small qi refining technique a few times, Bai Huanye was surprised to find that this was even simpler than the martial arts chapter, only eighteen sentences, each sentence was seven words, and the total number was less than one hundred and three crosses.

Immortal law, immortal law, are they all so simple?

It's no wonder that there are many people in the world, even if they really get the immortal law, they can't enter it.

In fact, no one has taught them, and these immortal methods seem to be similar to an ordinary awkward poem, and they are not much better written.

How many people can't even read words, let alone understand them.

Therefore, cultivating immortals and cultivating immortals is not only about the method, but also about resources, connections, understanding, etc., all of which are indispensable.

Keeping the mantra firmly in his heart, he asked him for advice on what he couldn't understand, and in the blink of an eye, the sky was already dark, and the other scribes had already left, and the entire Burning Lamp Temple was drowned in an orange-red sunset afterglow.

The mist outside the city has gradually thickened, like twilight, shrouding towards the city of Western Songs.

Bai Huanye raised his head and hurriedly stood up, only to realize that because of this request for advice, he almost missed the time to go home unconsciously.

Fortunately, there was still one last bit of time left, and he hurriedly said goodbye to Abbot Xiaoxiang and prepared to go home.

However, at this moment, suddenly, in the arms of the abbot of Xiaoxiang, a copper bell shook wildly, making a sound like "bell, bell, bell, bell, bell......" Huang Zhong Da Lu, which was the treasure of the town temple of the Burning Lamp Temple, the medium-grade magic instrument Fahua Bell.

Abbot Xiaoxiang's face changed, and he stood up suddenly.

He glanced at Bai Huanye with a complicated expression, and said with a pause: "I didn't expect that white ape to come so quickly, in just a few days, he recovered from his injuries and broke into the city again." Bai Shizhu, then the little monk will not be able to take care of you, find a place to hide yourself, the white ape will come quickly, in the blink of an eye, don't go out at this time, otherwise it will be more dangerous. ”

After speaking, he directly flicked his sleeves and stepped out of the abbot's room.

And in the entire Burning Lamp Temple, hearing the sound of the bronze bell coming from his body, all the monks changed their faces one by one, and hurriedly ran around, and the sound of hurried footsteps sounded one after another, and all the preparations made before came in handy for a while.

In the blink of an eye, countless crimson scriptures were pasted all over the walls around the Burning Lamp Temple, and with the three yellow-clothed monks of the 'Zen' generation appeared in the middle of the temple, they waved their hands in unison, and in an instant, the sky above the Burning Lamp Temple was shrouded in countless red scriptures, and one by one, like a jumping flame, burned into the air.

The scriptures formed a large array, emitting the light of the Buddha, and for a while, this great array of scriptures seemed to have a tendency to force open the gray fog that came from the cover city, and the entire Burning Lamp Temple, in the dark West Song City, was as dazzling as the scorching sun.

Everyone in the city was alarmed by this movement and looked in the direction of the Burning Lamp Temple.

And a white figure directly broke through the thick gray fog, waved his palm to disperse the brilliance emitted by the bright light mirror of the city protection magic weapon, and his figure flashed, and fell into the city.

Then he didn't stop, he just smiled and galloped towards the Burning Lamp Temple, which seemed to be shrouded in flames, and appeared in the sky above the Burning Lamp Temple in the blink of an eye.

As soon as everyone looked up, they saw that above the scripture array, a huge white ape with a height of six feet, a waist circumference of eight feet, a sharp-beaked monkey gills, and a body full of white fur stood in mid-air like a small mountain.

The power of one demon is enough to be comparable to the scripture array arranged by the entire Burning Lamp Temple with countless efforts and the power of wealth, and it seems that it is still victorious.

Everyone's faces couldn't help but show a touch of despair.

Such a big demon is a Buddhist temple that has lost its only top master in Burning Lamp Temple, can it resist it?

But in such despair, a moon-white monk's robe, like a little incense abbot who walked out of the bright moon, slowly came from a distance, and finally stood in front of everyone.

Among a group of monks, he was obviously the youngest and had the weakest shoulders, but at this time, his waist was straight, and there was no fear on his face, facing the huge coercion that the demon ape was constantly exuding, he raised his head and scolded lightly: "Bold demon ape, dare to break into my Xisong City again, is it really a place where you can come and go freely?"

Hearing this seemingly provocative speech, everyone below couldn't help but change their faces when they heard it.

It's not an opponent in the first place, and it's deliberately provoking the other party, this Xiaoxiang abbot, is it also crazy?