Xiao Cong sighed slightly in his heart, he never expected that these bloody pictures could make his temperament change so much, he thought that his series of abnormalities yesterday must be because of this.

He retracted his mind and entered that state of selflessness and self-solipsism, and the veins and bones of his whole body were clearly displayed in his martial arts spiritual pupils again, and he found that the black aura and bone spurs and the black substance in the blood seemed to have increased a little.

"Could it be that evil can resonate with the exercises?" he thought to himself.

Of course, he knew that there had always been a hidden danger lurking in his body that was enough to subvert the common people in the eyes of the master, whether it was in the last three years of Tiandaoxuan, or in the past few years after returning to the Xiao family, he had always restrained himself from thinking about it, just like the master said, everything is moved by the heart, and he had even forgotten about it, until he talked to Steward Qin last night, and he suddenly remembered it.

Now it seems that this exercise is really weird, as long as you have a little contact with it, it can invisibly affect the practitioner, whether you are tempted, remembered or forgotten, as long as the influencing factor appears, it can resonate with it, and it will work with it, from a certain point of view, it can be said that this exercise is not controlled by the practitioner, it can control the practitioner.

No wonder the first thought that Tiandao Weng had when he first learned about this was to kill Xiao Cong.

But then again, the brine points tofu, one thing descends to one thing, all things in heaven and earth have the law of life and life, good and evil compete with each other, yin and yang are opposite, there must be a way to crack this exercise in this world!

Xiao Cong thought in his heart,

"But the key is how to find this kind of exercise, Master once said that let me take more time off to study the Heavenly Dao Treasure Book and recite the Ice Heart Formula, is this my antidote?"

Recalling the scene when Tiandao Weng had just known that he was practicing the evil law, he thought so.

Tiandao Weng's prestige in the Xuanzhen Realm is not small, no matter which family power has to scare him by three points, it is said that he is an immortal, and now he has re-ranked in the immortal class. Since he is an immortal, he is naturally well-informed, although this old man is indeed unreliable sometimes, but Xiao Cong is his only disciple, and what he said to Xiao Cong should not be nonsense.

"The Heavenly Dao Treasure Book belongs to the Dao Law, and the Ice Heart Recipe belongs to the Dharma, is my self-help method related to the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism?"

He continued to think downward, he was called a nerd by Tiandao Weng and had a double cultivation of martial arts, read scriptures and books, and dabbled in various methods and routines in the Xuanzhen Realm, although most of them were fur and foreign kung fu, but there were also many long-lost classics that could be called taboo.

Speaking of Tiandaoxuan's Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is indeed a good place, this is the secret of Tiandaoxuan, only Xiao Cong and Tiandao Weng master and apprentice know, Xiao Cong has been strictly warned by his master since he was a child, and the matter of Tiandaoxuan's Tibetan Scripture Pavilion must not be made public.

This point of view has long been ingrained in his heart, so until now he is still tight-lipped about it, and he has also asked his foolish master - where did he get so many treasures? But when he mentions this Heavenly Dao Weng, he will seem a little evasive, and over time, Xiao Cong will not bother to ask-who knows where this old boy stole it from!

Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a platform. There was nothing in the first place, where to stir up dust.

Buddhism and morality are to purify, wash one's body, and remove dust and dirt, in order to transcend the world, and to be a free person outside the red dust, but this Buddhist scripture is really a huge volume of different doctrines, and each has its own reason.

"It seems that if I want to find a way to escape, I have to study the Dharma carefully. ”

Xiao Cong regained his senses, opened his eyes, activated the Heavenly Dao Treasure Book, and silently recited the Ice Heart Recipe in his heart.

Time flows like water, not in a hurry or slowly, the surrounding environment seems to be getting farther and farther away from oneself, the sound gradually returns to ethereal, the breath gradually returns to nothingness, a coolness gushes out of the heavenly spirit cover, like a flowing light that envelops the whole body, and a pair of invisible hands seem to appear next to the heart gently caressing, patting the restless and restless heart, once, twice...... He could no longer feel the passage of time, and his body and mind finally returned to calm, comfortable and comfortable. At this moment, with him as the center, a quiet space was formed, he was as calm as water, he was different, he was incompatible with the surrounding environment, some inexplicable things in the air gradually condensed into a gossamer, like a free fish, unhurriedly swimming towards this comfortable space, and then submerged into it, and then entered the body of the person in it, as time passed, making his body more crystal clear and solid, as if gilding him with a layer of saint-like brilliance, showing an indescribable morality.

Although the wonderful gossamer is invisible to the naked eye, the monk can feel the changes in the surrounding qi, Xing Guanghao and Leng Yikong, who were sitting next to Xiao Cong, looked sideways slightly, their eyes were facing each other, the faces of the two were calm and unwavering, outsiders couldn't see anything from above, Xing Guanghao shook his head gently, a trace of an inexplicable smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, Leng Yikong paused his chin, and slowly hooked a strange arc at the corner of his mouth, the two tacitly turned their heads at the same time, and cast their eyes on the ring again.

Time after time, day after day, Xiao Cong went back and forth between the Xiaojia Post Station and the martial arts arena every day, during the day in the stands to close his eyes and recuperate, occasionally there were one or two wonderful competitions, he would also observe carefully, learn some experience from it, and return to the post station at night, he would come to the bamboo hut, make a pot of tea for himself, through the beige candlelight that flickered and trembled from time to time, or re-study the "Heavenly Dao Treasure Book", or peck a new magic circle, and then take out the "Breaking the Sky" given by the unknown predecessor in the snake valley that night to read.

On the way back and forth between the Xiao Family Inn and the Holy City Martial Arts Arena, whenever he saw someone in need of help, he would be duty-bound, or give money, or eliminate disasters for others, which made Steward Qin quite appreciated, and also let him get a rare enjoyment, he never thought that there was such a life in the world, which could be as plain as water, or as hot as fire, as a monk, he spent almost every day in a boring practice, with Mahayana as the goal, hoping to follow the example of the former sages in the future, and calm the turmoil with his own strength. Destroy demons, to create a peaceful and prosperous world, generation after generation repeats the mistakes of generations, but after all, this is for the sake of fame, in the final analysis, it is for their own selfish desires, but they don't know that goodness is the best at the moment, whether you are a minor monk or a peerless powerhouse with high achievements, you can always use your own strength to do some good deeds for the world, good and small, but whether it is great or small, it is a feedback to heaven and earth, it will make you happy, make yourself feel at ease, as for leaving a name or not, what is the point？

With the good deeds of the past half a month, Xiao Cong felt that his state of mind became more and more open-minded and cheerful, and even felt that he was like a free bird happily flapping its wings and soaring under the free sky.