To go to Buddha Island to retrieve Miss Shiyu's body, you have to take the waterway, but the monks of the Monastery only go to the city once a month or even a year to buy it, and it will take some time for the only ship to be stranded for a long time.

The old monk asked the monk to prepare a meditation room for us to rest.

It just so happened that we were tired all night and wanted to rest.

When going to the annex where the meditation room is located. I saw a row of mud Buddhas side by side on the west side of the courtyard, half of their bodies submerged in the soil, their bodies covered with lonely leaves, and there was a bleak atmosphere.

The same is true of the meditation room, which is full of gloom.

Elevate a foot high.

When I opened the double sliding door, I saw a shiny floor in front of me, not even a bed, and a Zen character written on the wall in front of me.

The monks of the Zen monastery are very hard.

For practitioners. None of this matters.

I'm the same now, I only think about how to improve my Taoism, and I don't have the slightest pursuit of material things, but I hate less money when it's needed.

The three of them entered the meditation room.

Lin Dong comforted me a few words, I really couldn't hold back and fell asleep, and Ling Feng and I were meditating cross-legged in the two corners of the meditation room.

Ling Feng took a breath of natal aura.

And I took three sips, and I don't know how much Dao Xing can be improved by these three puffs of aura.

A yellow talisman was placed in front of him.

In the early stage, Yixiang could feel the power of the yellow fu.

And in the middle of Yixiang, it is the power that can pull the yellow talisman.

Gradually enter the realm of selflessness and forgetfulness.

The sword finger flipped suddenly, and the yellow talisman placed in front of him with a little force.

Huang Fu was shocked by a pressure.

But it didn't move.

It seems like it's a little bit close.

According to the blind man. If you want to enter the middle stage of Yixiang, your talent is so good that you have to reach thirty years away, and most onmyoji can't reach it in their lifetime.

I asked him when he was, and he said he was forty-one.

And now I feel a little bit worse.

I tried my best just now, but there is still potential that has not been fully stimulated, and if it is all stimulated, I feel that I can do it.

Once again, his concentration was calm, and his attention was highly hit.

The power of the Onmyoji comes from the telekinesis generated by concentration, and it is a little sudden, and the yellow fu is shocked again, this time it is much stronger than just now.

The fingers of the sword trembled.

Constant force.

The force of the yellow fu is getting stronger and stronger, and the force of the shock is naturally stronger, and I feel that there is a film of power, as long as it breaks through, it can pull the power on the yellow fu.

It lasted one minute, two minutes。。。。。。

My forehead was covered with fine sweat. His face turned pale.

The spirit is tired, and the spell is overcast.

But I still insisted, and I felt that my mental power continued to increase with the continuation of my concentration, reaching a zero threshold, and if I could cross it, I would be able to leap through it qualitatively.

"Broken!"

The yellow talisman in front of him flew out with a swish, and fell to the far end.

It's done!

I felt a thrill in my heart, and it really happened.

After taking three sips of the Natal True Spirit, I felt that all aspects of my spirit had been greatly improved, and I could intuitively feel that my Dao behavior had increased, but I didn't expect it to increase so much.

Directly from the early stage of one incense to the middle stage of one incense.

In other words, my current path is comparable to that of a blind man when he was forty years old, and of course this is only a simple way of doing things.

If the blind man knew, he would be shocked.

Thinking of the blind man, I don't know where he is now? What's going on with his cabinet, why does Ye Chendong's family also have an identical one, and is there any relationship between them?

Although I don't want to associate the blind man with Ye Chendong.

But that's the way it is, and I can't run away from it.

I'm going to go to Ye Chendong again. Pushing open the door, night had fallen outside, the evening breeze was gentle, and the leaves were waving.

A dark shadow flashed across the high wall in the night.

Not a monk, with hair.

I couldn't help but be surprised, could it be Ye Chendong. There are four people in the Zen Temple, and Lin Dong Lingfeng is in the room, so it must be him.

I immediately chased after him without hesitation.

He climbed out of the monastery and headed west, where I remember was a treasure forest.

There was silence in the treasure temple forest.

He kept running forward, extremely fast, towards a tall tower in front of him.

There didn't seem to be anyone in the tower, so he looked left and right and slipped in.

I came to the bottom of the tower to take a look, and it was written Zen Pavilion.

What is he doing here, is it to find the reason for his immortality and find a way to get out?

This old thief doesn't die.

I also want to think about the secret method of how the old monk saved him and saved his life, which will be of great help to me to resurrect Ye Xiaoqing.

After a moment's hesitation, he followed.

There were rows of bookshelves inside, and I quietly hid behind the bookshelves, watching him from afar, and he searched for them one by one on the shelves.

Looks like I'm looking for some kind of book.

This old thing is still very careful, and he puts it back in the places he has rummaged through.

What book was he looking for?

Suddenly there was the sound of wheels turning, and the old thing was startled, and almost turned and fled, and I was also startled.

Looking in the direction from which the voice came, a Buddha statue enshrined in the alcove wall slowly sank.

An old wooden box floated up.

The old thing was overjoyed when he saw it, and immediately reached out and took it, opened it and saw that there was a book inside, he quickly closed the box, turned around and walked out of the Zen Pavilion.

Not long after he rushed out of the Zen Realm Pavilion, there was a light in the distance.

Touch the mechanism, the old monk should find out.

The old monk came very quickly, and after a while, he arrived at Baosha Forest and blocked the old thing.

The old monk saw Ye Chendong sneaking into the Zen Pavilion late at night, and took things out, his face was still silent, and he pronounced a Buddhist salute and said: "Old Lord Ye, please return the scriptures to this courtyard." ”

Ye Chendong said coldly: "With this mud bodhisattva scripture, will I still be subject to you?" ”

Mud Bodhisattva!

I can't help but think of the mud Buddha statue.

Could it be that the old monk's method of extending Ye Chendong's life is related to the clay Buddha statue.

If it is with the help of a mud bodhisattva.

This technique is similar to that of the Onmyoji, and it is even said that it plagiarizes the Yin-Yang technique of the Onmyoji, which is not quite like the method of Buddhism.

To say the same, Buddhism only arose in the land of China in the Tang Dynasty.

And before that, Onmyoji had existed for many years.

We can learn the things of the Buddha, and the Buddhas can learn our things and integrate them into the Dharma.

The old monk said: "Old Master Ye is not taught, so don't blame the old monk for being polite." ”

Ye Chendong took out the scripture from the wooden box and put it in his arms, and began to pinch it in his hand, and the momentum on his body suddenly became stronger.

And the old monk pronounced a Buddhist ceremony, recited the Buddhist scriptures in his mouth, and the whole person became holy.

It's time to fight!

Ye Chendong's figure was blurred in place, and the person had already rushed out, rolled up the fallen leaves on the forest floor of the treasure temple, and exchanged hands with the old monk.

The old monk was only attacked, and fought and retreated.

Ye Chendong was aggressive.

I watched from the side, I was really anxious for the old monk, and let Ye Chendong go several times, this old thing just doesn't know how to repent, and when it comes to this point, I have to let it go again and again.

Every time the old monk came out of his palm, he brought up a golden palm shadow, which was thick and powerful, and it was endless.

No matter how strong Ren Ye Chendong's moves are, he can't break them.

My eyesight is shallow, and the old monk is a Buddhist lineage very different from our onmyoji, so I really can't see how strong he is and what level of combat effectiveness he has.

Ye Chendong flew up and attacked the old monk with one foot, and as soon as the old monk turned around, the treasure brake behind him exploded.

The old monk's face showed a trace of anger, the treasure temple sold Buddha bones, and it was the ancestor of the Zen temple.

Ye Chendong's kick is tantamount to destroying someone else's tomb.

The old monk said, "Sin." ”

The old monk's voice changed suddenly, the Buddha palm in his hand turned over, the figure rushed suddenly, and a palm was pushed out, I was far away from him, but I still felt an irresistible wave of qi swept in.

It was as if the entire treasure temple forest was shaken.

The soil on the ground could not withstand the oppression of this force, and it exploded with a bang, and the soil flew up to a meter high.

Ye Chendong saw where he dared to resist, and his body turned into an afterimage and fled to the far end.

In an instant, it was 100 meters away.

The old monk shouted angrily: "Open the path of Buddha!" ”

One after another, the golden light swirled, and in a strange way, it broke through the sky in front of it.

A golden light palm print was formed behind Ye Chendong, Shen Jin instantly pierced his body, and the golden light palm print appeared on his chest, gradually materializing, but it was the old monk's real hand, suddenly shocked, and Shen Jin penetrated Ye Chendong's body again.

Burst! Ye Chen Dongmeng snorted and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The old monk reined in and pronounced a Buddhist salute, but at this moment, a dark shadow floated out strangely from behind a treasure temple, and a ghost hand struck at the old monk.

My eyes widened.

The old monk didn't bless himself, and now he's just flesh and blood.

Guru!!!

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