A burst of wooden fish tapping sound continued to come from the Buddha hall, accompanied by the opening and closing of Fang Yuan's lips, and a series of scripture incantations continued to be revealed.

Siddha leaf, sabha.

Maha Siddha leaves, sabha.

Siddha Yuye, Mur Gho Roya, Sabha.

Na Luo Jinqi, Su Po He. Moranara, Sabha.

......

Gradually, the sound of chanting became more and more urgent, and the wooden fish knocked like a storm, lingering all over the hall and the sound was endless.

At this moment, a fly flew in from outside the window lattice, and just entered the range of the house, an invisible shock came to the face, and it was instantly divided into countless pieces!

"Bang!"

A strange sound came, and the chanting suddenly stopped, and the mallet in Fang Yuan's hand had broken into two.

Fang Yuan's expression was sluggish, his face was covered with beads of sweat, and he said weakly: "This 'Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon Sutra', with the cultivation of poor monks, can only take you to this step, when will you be able to comprehend, that is, when will you become a 'holy monk'!"

Zhang Yuan opened his eyes and sincerely performed a namaste.

The Great Mighty Dragon Sutra is a hand-copied scripture whose origin is no longer verifiable. Many of these commentaries were written by the previous generation of holy monks, so they are also called the food for sanctification.

It's just that the magic of this sutra is far better than other scriptures, and those who are not good enough in Buddhism practice forcibly chant and comprehend enlightenment, which will only shock the internal organs, and even make the soul uneasy and go crazy. With the abbot of Fang Yuan, he can't even finish reciting one-third of this sutra.

The whole text of "Dawei Tianlong Sutra" is written in obscure and esoteric ancient texts, which is difficult to identify, and the pronunciation is also extremely awkward. This is also because Fang Yuan saw that Zhang Yuan had really advanced to the abbot level, so he did not hesitate to spend a lot of energy to personally guide him to the beginning.

"Siddhartha, Suvaha.

Maha Siddha leaves, sabha. ”

As soon as he read two sentences, Zhang Yuan found that a kind of vigorous vibration arose spontaneously in his body, from the tongue to the trachea, from the intestines to the bones, as every word was spit out, this vibration was like a rising flood, and it was about to overflow the embankment.

And the physical body is this embankment.

"All the scriptures of the Temple of the Past Death, now that the poor monks have taught all of them, the future road is up to you, remember...... Don't get in!" Fang Yuan clasped his palms together and saluted, staggering away.

Mysterious language, mysterious vibrations, and the immortality of the holy monks are the source of this?

Zhang Yuan returned to his small courtyard and tried to chant again, while using his internal force to protect his heart and organs.

Moranara, Sabha. Florana, Sampa Ha......

Suddenly, the part of the true qi that protected the heart was like boiling, violent and abnormal, Zhang Yuan was horrified in his heart, and hurriedly carried it in his palm, and when the true qi flowed, the meridians were torn like a sharp pain, and then a palm volleyed out!

Rumble!!!

A visible spiral air flow surged, and everywhere it passed, vegetable gardens, fences, earthen walls, small trees, and dirt slopes were in shambles, as if they had been collided by giant beasts!

The range of ten meters was shattered by this palm!!

"Huh?!"

was in a daze, and suddenly an exclamation appeared.

"That old boy is good at swordsmanship, but he's not good at palm boxing, where did you learn this trick?"

A white-faced middle-aged man appeared and looked at Zhang Yuan with a look of surprise in his eyes.

The Phaseless Soul Destroying Sword is a first-class swordsmanship in the world, but the Phaseless Sect only has this sword and one heart method, and there is no superfluous exercises, where did this kid learn it?

Moreover, the destructive power of this punch was almost equal to his, and what was even more incredible was the range of internal qi fluctuations that was ten meters long!

How can there be such long-distance destruction in the world?

Zhang Yuan's throat was sweet, and he wanted to vomit a mouthful of blood, but when he saw this person coming in, he swallowed it back.

This person is Ning Wuself!

"What happened to Sect Master Ning?" Zhang Yuan said without being salty or indifferent.

Ning Wu thought about the purpose of this trip, and his enthusiasm for being an official suddenly overwhelmed his interest in martial arts.

"Could it be that your little junior brother never told you that the Phaseless Son had been captured by this seat? Master was imprisoned in the prison, and you are still so leisurely?"

Zhang Yuan's eyes sparkled, "Then what should I do? Kill in the Heavenly Prison, or assassinate you?"

Ning Wuwu had never seen anyone talk like this in his life, so he couldn't help but be stunned and said: "Heaven and Earth Monarch is a teacher, the master is both a master and a father, he is in prison, why are you not impatient? This seat has been waiting for you for a long time, and I have not seen you come to the door to look for it, and finally I heard the report from my subordinates, saying that you are reciting Buddhist scriptures in the temple, which is really unreasonable!"

Zhang Yuan's eyes widened, as if he was thunderous, "What is the prince of heaven and earth? What is the heavens? What is the earth? Can you tell me clearly? What is the king? What is the great rat who sucks the blood of all the people and eats the cream of the world! What is the high gate of the scholar clan, but the cancer in the world, the flies camp the dogs, and the group of blood-sucking poisonous snakes!"

"There are too many truths in this world, you don't need to say it, and I don't care to understand it. I don't want to know what kind of selfishness you have in mind when you detain Master. But if he dies in prison......"

Speaking of this, Zhang Yuan flicked his fingers, and the sword blade hummed endlessly, "Your people, I will kill one if there is one, and I will kill one pair of people from the second prince, until you are full of religion and die, and Zhao Yuanyi will give the first sword!!"

Ning Wume's eyes widened wider and wider, and he looked at Zhang Yuan with tears in his eyes: "Traitor! Traitor! Ridiculous! Ridiculous! You still call the second prince by his name, you are very rebellious!"

Zhang Yuan smiled faintly: "I'm rebellious, how are you going?"

Ning Wuwu stared at him, panting like a cow, he never thought that Zhang Yuan was such a person, in his mind, a talent who could be among the best in the Ming Jing test should be right with him all the way, how could he expect that the other party would say such words that were enough to punish the nine clans and babble for seven days.

Madman!

God is really unfair, how can you teach this kind of person to get Wenyun!

I have the heart to teach a lesson, but when I think of Fang Cai's volleying of divine power, I am not sure, but it may be a big deal......

That's right, big things! Big things are the first thing!

Thinking of his lifelong wish, he instantly felt that the arrogance of this son was not so important.

Ning Wuwu relieved his breath, stared at Zhang Yuan and said, "Since this is the case, this seat also said it directly." If you want to let your master out, that's easy. In a few days' time, you have to ....... ”

Speaking of this, he coughed, and his fair skin was a little red: "In the policy questioning test, you use the sound to enter your ears, and you read and write by me!"

After saying that, he waited for a while, but he didn't see Zhang Yuan answering, but he saw the other party looking at him with strange eyes.

Ning Wuwu was a little annoyed and angry: "As long as this seat passes this first test and becomes a lifter, I will immediately let the old boy who has no appearance come out, and he will never break his word, do you do it or not?"

"But!" Zhang Yuan replied immediately.

Ning Wuwu blinked, a little unable to believe the other party's refreshment, and confirmed again: "Really?"

There was a trilling in his voice that he didn't even notice.

Zhang Yuan still looked at him with strange eyes, and said softly and skillfully, "Yes." ”

Ning Wume's face was full of excitement, and he clapped his hands and said, "Happy!" That's it, enter the seat when the time comes, remember to get closer, the sound can't be transmitted too far into the ear." ”

Then he repeated some details in a rambling and repetition, and regardless of Zhang Yuan's silence, Ning Wume left satisfied.

It was only when his enthusiasm faded and he calmed down that he thought of the strange eyes that Zhang Yuan looked at him, what did he mean?

This doubt has been making him think about it repeatedly, and the more he thinks about it, the more he is puzzled, and the more he is puzzled, the more confused he feels, and he has been tormented for many years until he ......