Cultivate your body first, and then cultivate the world!

Zhizhi shook his tower-like body and stood up, agreeing with what Ling Yun said.

After another hour, the disciples of the Discipline Academy finally finished beating the fifty largest ring sticks.

At this time, Master Zhitong had been beaten to pieces, covered in blood, and there was no place where there was no red except for his face. Although his cultivation is high, none of those disciples of the Discipline Academy are parallel goods, and they are all masters who can shock the side when they are released. As the saying goes, the world's martial arts come out of Shaolin, and the martial arts masters on the rivers and lakes can trace their martial arts veins back to the source and count them upwards, and they can catch up with Shaolin.

Therefore, Master Zhitong's punishment is not light, even if Zhitong's cultivation is profound, Ling Yun estimates that he will have to cultivate in the temple for at least half a month before he can regain his activities to eat and drink from the mountain.

Zhizhi walked in and said to Zhidao: "Zhitong, in front of the Buddha, you eat wine and meat, play lies, and punish you today, can you be convinced?"

The disciple was convinced. Zhitong bowed three times to the Buddha statue in front of him.

Zhi Zhi said: "Okay, I hope you will practice more Buddhism in the future, and don't break the precepts again, otherwise, I will spare you, and the Buddha will not spare you!"

"Yes. Zhitong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and nodded.

This conversation has been repeated by the two of them probably no less than a hundred times, but it is useless. Zhizhi also knows that Zhitong will not comply, but it always has to be said. Otherwise, it would be terrible for those disciples of Shaolin Temple to learn from each other.

Ling Yun wanted to step forward to help Zhitong, but Zhitong waved his hand and smiled: "No need, this little injury doesn't matter." "Stand up, there is a pool of blood on the ground.

Back in his meditation room, Zhitong climbed into bed and began to meditate, while Ling Yun stayed aside. Several hot breaths slowly emerged from Zhitong's head, and Ling Yun knew that Zhitong was healing.

Ling Yun recalled the scene when Fang Cai Zhitong was punished, and calculated, if the person kneeling there was him, he probably wouldn't be able to support it for an hour. It's not that those disciples who are punished are powerful, but according to the rules of Shaolin Temple, when they are punished, they cannot mobilize their true qi to resist. In other words, the stick hit the body at once, and it was a real pain of flesh and skin. Ling Yun asked himself, he would either faint from his injuries or he couldn't help but mobilize his true qi for an hour at most.

"Aren't you curious how I endured it? Are you thinking, if it were you, why wouldn't you be able to hold on for so long?"

Ling Yun nodded.

Zhitong smiled, revealing the blood on his teeth, and said: "In the entire Shaolin Temple, I am the most beaten, and even the abbot and senior brother I can't carry." Old monk, I have been a boy for decades, and you can't learn it. Replace you, half an hour, don't hurt your muscles and bones, count me as a, cough..."Before he finished speaking, a large mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out, and then, I saw Zhitong, who was still boasting about himself, falling sideways on the bed.

Ling Yun frowned and stepped forward, pressing his left hand on Zhitong's chest, and pressing his right hand on Zhitong's back, slowly sending his true qi into Zhitong's body.

Although the true qi of Confucianism and the pure qi of Buddhism are different in appearance, they are essentially the same. According to common sense, Ling Yun's Haoran righteousness entered Zhitong's qi veins and two seas, and he could quickly integrate into Zhitong's body.

However, Ling Yun soon discovered that his true qi didn't seem to be able to enter Zhitong's qi veins at all. It seems that Zhitong has a protective shield on his body to resist the true qi from outside.

Ling Yunzheng ignored it when Master Zhizhi suddenly pushed the door in. The huge body stood in the house, his head seemed to be about to pierce the roof, seeing this scene, Zhitong said straightly: "Ling Gongzi, don't worry, Zhitong is fine, this is his original turtle breath skill in recent years, and the healing effect is miraculous." ”

Ling Yun probed Zhitong's snort, found that his breathing was weak and almost nothing, stared at Zhitong for a long time, and said: "The first time I saw Master Zhitong's turtle breath skill, it is really like a thousand-year-old turtle, no matter how much the dynasty changes, I am still me!"

"At present, I can only heal my wounds, and I hope that in time, I can really be like a thousand-year-old turtle. Zhizhi was actually still worried about Zhitong, and he still couldn't help but take a look after being tortured. Although I knew that Zhitong couldn't die, I was always a little uneasy. After all, they are all older, and they are no longer as rough and thick as they were twenty or thirty years ago. When they reached the age where they might go to Western Elysium one day, Zhizhi felt that his heart seemed to start to soften a little as he got older.

Two hours passed, Master Zhizhi and Ling Yun sat on the chair and chatted for so long, the two had already drunk several pots of water, and they really had nothing to say, so they quietly looked at Zhitong who sank into a turtle breath state.

It was only when cultivators like Zhizhi and Lingyun cultivated that they could see Zhitong's extremely weak breathing. One breath is slender, one breath is slender, as if slowing down time several times, and the wounds on the body actually condense, close, and scab at a speed visible to the naked eye. Even Zhizhi and Lingyun were infected by Zhitong's Turtle Breath Gong, and they slowed down their breathing intentionally or unintentionally.

The atmosphere in the room is quiet to quiet, and then to silence, Lingyun has a feeling that although the world is big, I have the feeling of my own small world.

"Ahh "Amitabha, why are you both here?"

Zhizhi also chanted 'Amitabha' and said, "Senior brother, your turtle breath gong seems to take less time this time than last time. ”

Zhitong turned his head to look at the sky outside, nodded and said, "Indeed, it is an hour shorter." After that, Zhitong got out of bed and walked a few steps, played a few tricks of Arhat Fuhu Fist, shook his body, and the hard scabs on his body fell off one after another, and he completely returned to normal. It was as if the blood-spilled and sweat-soaked punishment had never happened.

Ling Yun sighed: "The internal and external injuries that took half a month to recover actually recovered in a few hours, the master's turtle breath skill is really powerful!"

Zhitong said with a smile: "Lingyun, don't worry, I will definitely teach you this kung fu, otherwise how can I win Jueyuan?"

Ling Yun finally made a wave in his heart and said, "Thank you, Master!"

"Call Master, be a teacher for one day, be a father for life!" Zhitong suddenly smiled, raised his hand and slapped Ling Yun's chest with a palm.

"Yes, Master!" Ling Yun couldn't stand, took a step back, stood on his heels, folded his hands, and performed the Buddhist family salute. At this moment, he is a disciple of Buddhism, not because Zhitong said that he would teach him the Turtle Breath Gong. It's that he was really impressed by Zhitong's magical powers, and admired Zhitong, an old monk who didn't abide by the rules and precepts, from the bottom of his heart.

Seeing this scene, Zhi Zhi smiled slightly, got up and went out, and when he walked out of the door, he whispered to himself, "Did you really teach Ling Gongzi?" Shaking his head and striding towards the Discipline Academy, his tower-like body brought gusts of wind.

In the meditation room, Master Zhitong picked up the kettle on the table, drank it dry, wiped his mouth and said: "The truth of the world is nothing more than rules and breaking rules. Lingyun, you respect the rules, and the old monk and I break the rules. But how can the truth in this world be so simple, and how can it be so complicated?"

Ling Yun frowned and pondered for a moment, then said, "What should the disciple do?"

Zhitong took a step forward, and Lingyun took a step back.

The murderous aura in the meditation room was instantly awe-inspiring, and Ling Yun, the second disciple of the master, although he was not as famous as Wang Qinghong, was only in the eyes of the people. In the hearts of the uncles and uncles of the black and white sects, the most famous and terrifying one for them is this second disciple.

Ten years ago, when Ling Yun first entered the summer realm, he walked the rivers and lakes with his sword, and every place he went, he had to eliminate the local dark forces.

Most of the sects that were too evil were directly exterminated by him alone. He doesn't care what forces stand behind those sects, in short, where the people's grievances boil, they will be killed.

Even if there are court officials or princes and generals standing behind those gangs. There are also some forces that will send masters to kill Ling Yun in order to earn back the face of their dog being killed, but there are only a handful of people who can kill Ling Yun. Even if there were, cultivators who had reached that level would not want to mess with Qingtian Pavilion.

As a result, Ling Yun ended the parade without danger, ending with eighty-eight scars and stepping into the autumn realm.

Therefore, if Wang Qinghong's chic and uninhibited is said to be the most perfect image of a cultivator in the eyes of the people. Then Lingyun's Zhongzheng is unparalleled, in the eyes of Lao Jianghu, it is the most terrifying three-foot sword.

There is a rumor in the rivers and lakes that is not well known to everyone, and the guilty people killed by Ling Yun are no less than five hundred. There are no less than 100 practitioners. Xia realm cultivators, no less than thirty.

At this moment, when the wicked nemesis Ling Yun spewed out all his cultivation without reservation, and the righteousness of Haoran was like a river, the entire meditation room should have been full of messes, and even the roof was not a problem, but at this moment, in this small meditation room, it was beyond Ling Yun's expectations, and it did not make any waves.

Of course, all this is because of Master Zhitong. I saw Zhitong clasping his hands together, bowing his head slightly, and the newly changed monk's robe swaying slightly.

"Rules are outside, sincerity is inside!"

"All living beings are important, and one's own body is light!"

"Life is the key, death is the second!"

After three words, Zhitong raised his hand and slowly patted it on the top of Ling Yun's head. Ling Yun wanted to dodge, but he couldn't move. Raising his eyes to look at Zhitong, his eyes were facing each other, Ling Yun suddenly felt that the qi veins in the two seas were suddenly empty, and his heart was horrified, and he was stumped that the true qi that he had practiced for more than 20 years was gone?

"Don't panic!" Zhitong shouted.

Lingyun's chaotic sea of knowledge was drunk by Zhitong, and he suddenly became clear.

"The work of turtle breath must be in the incapacitated, without desire, without time..."

"Rules are outside, sincerity is inside............ No desire, no time..."Ling Yun thought with Zhitong. After reading it, he suddenly read again: "Life is the key, death is the second?"

"Close!" Master Zhitong suddenly withdrew his hands.

Boom, the tables, chairs, benches, cabinets, beds and everything in the meditation room were shattered and scattered.

Lingyun lost his comfort, jumped up, broke through the roof, and went straight into the sky. After only a few moments, he fell back into the meditation room.

Master Zhitong laughed and said: "I will break all the rules of Buddhism, Lingyun, do you understand?"

"Thank you, Master, disciple understands!" Ling Yun replied with his hands folded and his chin bowed.