Let the equally happy flower rouge pear blossom cry with rain, and the sisters of Tang Village, who are good friends, are jumping and making trouble. Hua Jitang turned around soberly and looked at Grandpa Sang, who was standing silently at this time, stroking his beard and smiling with relief.

The things of the world, drink and peck. Hua Jitang, who was surprised, glanced at Grandpa Sang, who was standing beside Grandpa Sang at this time, and his smile was equally happy, but it seemed to be faintly complicated and unclear Tang Zuozong and Mu Wuyi, and his heart seemed to be vaguely clear.

"All right, all right, children, calm down and go back to your place!"

The young elves, who were in ecstasy, were tired of making trouble, and their voices were softer, and Grandpa Sang smiled and raised his hand to stop the young elves' laughter:

"All right, children, just be still!"

Grandpa Sang, who was dressed in sackcloth shoes, looked kind, stroked his beard and smiled, paused for the thousand-year-old mulberry dove cane in his hand, and said: "Although there are no requirements for the cultivation of the "Fence Fighting Sutra", everyone can learn it. However, in the process of cultivation, whether or not we can use the exercises to see through the mysteries of heaven and earth and obtain their true ignorance is whether or not we can use this exercises to open the entrance and practice the true spirit, the true law, and even the important reason for the 'chaotic innate aura'! Children, you have remembered that the Tao is natural, and if you want to truly cultivate the "Fence Dou Sutra", you must not force it!"

The ancestral hall of Tang Village is silent, and the needles can be heard.

Even Xiao Ash, who has always been naughty and addicted to drinking, sat quietly on the small futon given to him by Grandpa Sang at this time. Blinking a pair of small eyes for a moment, he listened to Grandpa Sang explain the "Fence Fighting Sutra" stupidly.

Looking at each other and smiling at Hua Rouge who was snuggled beside him, Hua Jitang turned his eyes to look at Grandpa Sang, who had become more and more clear since he comprehended the "Fence Fighting Sutra".

Perhaps satisfied with the concentration of the young elves in the ancestral hall, Grandpa Sang looked around and smiled with satisfaction. As soon as he raised his hand, an emerald green jade leaf suddenly appeared in the hands of more than 100 young monks in the ancestral hall of Tangcun.

The jade leaves that appeared in the hands of Hua Jitang and the elves were crystal clear, with smoke waves circulating and Xuanwen flickering, which was obviously not extraordinary.

"This emerald green leaf is the scripture mantra of the "Fence Bucket Sutra", which is condensed by the decay with its own spiritual element. ”

After sending the jade scriptures condensed by his own essence, Grandpa Sang became more and more clear, and he also showed a strange radiance.

"This scripture Xiao Ash and Jitang also have a copy. Both of you are extremely intelligent and gifted. Little Ash, you don't need to say it, you are a different species of heaven and earth. In the future, even if you don't practice this exercise, you will definitely be able to have a great transformation! And Jitang, you yourself will have the remnants of the 'Chaos Innate Aura', and you are a person who has had great opportunities and great merits, and when you want to practice this exercise, you will definitely be able to get twice the result with half the effort, and you will be able to achieve twice the result with half the effort!"

Grandpa Sang kindly looked at Hua Jitang and Xiao Ash with a shocked and unexpected face, and said softly, not only to the stunned Hua Jitang and Xiao Ash, but also to all the flower and tree elves in the ancestral hall of Tang Village, and said: "Although you two are not my flower and tree family. However, due to fate, our Huamu clan has already formed such a good fate with you. Presumably, this is also providence!"

With Grandpa Sang's gaze, the jade leaves in the palm of Brother Hua Jitang's little gray hand also changed: after a burst of smoke swaying, the green leaf jade turned into a cloud of green mist, and it burrowed into the skull of Hua Jitang and Xiao Gray as if it had life!

"Grandpa San!!"

The flower and tree elves present all saw that this was Grandpa Sang consuming his own vitality and printing the operation mode of the "Fence Bucket Sutra" into the divine mansion of Hua Jitang and Xiao Ash!

Grandpa Sang waved his hand and signaled that it was okay.

"Today's flood and desolation of heaven has collapsed, morality does not exist, since Nuwa Niangniang fell asleep, it has been hundreds of years! Our Tangcun clan has been fishing and hunting for hundreds of years! From today onwards, you must cultivate diligently!" Slowly looking around at the young faces in the ancestral hall for a week, Grandpa Sang solemnly put away his doting eyes.

Grandpa Sang said solemnly: "Our Honghuang Huamu clan has suffered too much in the past thousands of years! And today's Honghuang World people eat people too much!

As soon as Grandpa Sang raised his hand, a grid full of rows of shrines of spiritual positions appeared out of thin air in the depths of the ancestral hall. Like a mountain and a sea!

Hua Jitang lowered his head. The flower rouge leaning on his side was already in tears, and she couldn't cry.

At the same time, in the ancestral hall of Tang Village, there were also faint and suppressed sobs.

Long.

The sobbing in the ancestral hall gradually stopped. And the rows and squares, filled with gloomy resentment and vaguely hateful shrines, also disappeared into the ancestral hall.

"All right, children, sit down!"

Perhaps also because of the rows of spiritual positions that exuded endless resentment and hatred, Grandpa Sang actually showed a little bit of tiredness, and sat down cross-legged with the support of Tang Zuozong and Mu Wuyi: "The practice of the 'Fence Fighting Sutra' is best to start practicing without a trace of mana cultivation in the body, and the divine mansion is not completed or empty! In this way, the body is not contaminated by those impure invisible aura between heaven and earth, and it is much easier to touch the entrance and refine into the 'chaotic innate aura'!"

"Crush the jadeite and write down the verses!"

Taking advantage of the fact that the elves in Jiaotang Village were reciting the scriptures, Grandpa Sang secretly breathed and recovered a little bit of his spirit.

Hua Jitang cast his eyes on Tang Zuozong, who was sitting beside Grandpa Sang, and Tang Zuozong's eyes were full of hidden worries when he looked at his grandfather.

Feel the text of Grandpa Sang's "Fence Fighting Sutra" imprinted in the depths of the Divine Mansion with his own essence. The Divine Mansion that has been empty for a long time is inexplicably a little more cool and soft. It's like tasting the moisturizing dew drops after a long time of drying!

A trace of inexplicable surging, but vaguely imperceptible, strange and vigorous vitality scattered in the empty divine mansion of Huajitang.

This strange feeling inexplicably lifted the spirit of Hua Jitang. It's as if I've caught ~ something that has been lost for a long time and is extremely important!

"All right, children, now, open your minds!"

I don't know how long it took, Hua Jitang woke up from a strange and addictive feeling!

But I only saw Grandpa Sang and Tang Zuozong looking at him in their eyes, full of indescribable relief and joy!And Hua Rouge still raised a pear blossom with rain that had not yet dried ~ The face looked at him stupidly, his eyes were complicated, there were joys and worries.

"Okay, children, open your minds! Use your spiritual senses to feel the feeling and effect of Grandpa Sang's running the "Fence Fighting Sutra". ”

As he spoke, he saw that Grandpa Sang's place gave birth to a pale blue mist. A powerful and pure, woody aura containing powerful vitality slowly spun like a millstone!

A clear and moist mist, as if it could penetrate every pore of the body, and the pale blue green mist seemed to flow like a stream, thinly, silkily, and wisps, from the body of every young monk in the ancestral hall of Tang Village, and quickly seeped into the five points and seven orifices.

"Hmmm......"

In the ancestral hall, I didn't feel that there was a young Tang Village who let out a comfortable moan~ groan. It seems that under the warmth of Grandpa Sang's spiritual breath released from running the "Fence Fighting Sutra", the body has been greatly nourished.

Under the huge irresistible moistness, Hua Jitang also unconsciously fell into a deep concentration like a fetal breath! A visible pale blue breath like a small stream is like flowing water, gurgling ~ gurgling ~ to the Hua Jitang who fell into the concentration.

One strand, two strands, three strands.

With Grandpa Sang as the center, Tang Zuozong, Mu Wuyi, Hua Jitang, Hua Rouge, Little Gray Little Shiso and all the monks and elves in Tang Village quickly disappeared into the sea full of vitality and turquoise aura brought by Grandpa Sang's operation of the "Fence Fighting Sutra"!

The wind rises, the clouds are moving, and the falling stars are one after another.

In the 800-mile Yanxia Mountain, in the sea of flowers in Tang Village for dozens of miles, there were many flowers for a while, and the fruity fragrance was overflowing! Even the blue-purple cloud map, which had sheltered Tang Village for more than 100 years, and the big town of Tang Village, also showed an unprecedented vitality and emerald green at this time!

For thousands of years, no one in the desolation has ever been able to cause such a huge change in heaven and earth just when practicing the exercises!

The "Fence Fighting Sutra" is so powerful that Si!

Grandpa Sang's eyes were shining. Although the current strength of Tang Village is still a long way to go. But now, there is hope......