[I don't care, some friends say that the pace is slow, and the third is more served!!]

Three months have passed since the end of the Great War of Shangwuden.

Boom.

The weather is getting cold, the autumn wind is blowing, and the sweeping monks of Xuanzhen Temple are sweeping the leaves that fall overnight, and those yellowed leaves are like floating elves.

In front of the mountain gate are monks who are constantly going up and down the mountain to carry water to practice, all of them are full of spirit and refreshment, because they all want to enter the coveted Shangwu Hall and practice Buddhism.

In the past four months of Xuanzhen Temple, only that person's reputation has been thunderous in the temple.

The first person to enter the temple in the summer to quit martial arts, the warrior monk of that session was classified into the Shangwu Hall in the summer, but it was such a mediocre layman named disciple who entered the temple for four days, and entered the temple for four days to reach the strength of the third layer of condensation, so as to enter the Shangwu Palace!

Such a demonic cultivation speed has become a legendary story in the temple after the war, and everyone praises it!

Anyone who hears that record is full of fire, and he can't wait to compete that day is himself.

And as the protagonist, he has the qualifications to enter the martial arts hall to practice.,It's said that the host teacher has to perform the ceremony for him recently.。

This is the unique right of a monk who breaks through the third layer of condensation and enters the martial hall with his own strength.

Therefore, the monks of Xuanzhen Temple are all practicing desperately, hoping to become the second person in the temple to abstain from emptiness!

At the gate of the mountain, on the 999-story white stone stairs, a team of monks were carrying water burdens on their shoulders, sweating into the mountain gate, their sleeves rolled up reflected their dark skin, and their green tendons were exposed with sweat.

Tom tom!

The monks in front of them put down the buckets, sat on the ground, fanned the wind with their hands, rested for a while, and whispered to each other.

"Senior Brother Xiaoqi, wait for me!"

Far away, at the gate of the yellow-walled and black-tiled mountain, I heard the dissatisfied murmur of the little novice.

Then, immediately afterwards, an elegant and light figure, carrying six large buckets on his shoulders, stepped into the mountain gate with light steps, put down the bucket with joy, wiped the sweat soaked from his forehead, and wrapped the whip around his neck, and then turned to the brothers and sisters to perform the Buddha salute.

The big guy also performed the Buddha salutation to him, with a smile, because that person greeted the mild sunlight and had the breath and vitality of youth.

Then a small yellow-robed figure jumped into the mountain gate, stared at Zhou Qilang with big eyes, and shouted angrily: "You are cheating!"

Zhou Qilang spread his hands and pursed his mouth, and shouted with a smile to the senior brothers sitting there: "Tell me, junior brothers, am I cheating?"

"Nope. ”

The big guys all chimed in, with hearty laughter.

The little guy quit doing it, pointed at those guys with his waist crossed, and shouted, "Hmph, none of you can run!"

For a while, it was very lively.

Zhou Qilang stood under the plane tree, wiping his sweat, smiling forward and backward, looking at the frolicking crowd over there, he had been practicing here for three months unconsciously, daily meditation and meditation, practicing and refining the body are essential, and the aura of the dantian is more mellow.

A month ago, he pestered himself to use the domineering and strong exercises he used in the last Shangwu Hall competition, but no matter how atmospheric Zhou Qilang was, he wouldn't give these exercises to others casually, at least, this exercise is hot for anyone.

Moreover, Zhou Qilang has too many secrets, so he made a bet with Jiese, and he could teach him unconditionally if he caught up with him in the morning class.

Of course, the end is that with the strength of the eighth layer of condensation, he can't catch up with Zhou Qilang, who now only has the strength of the fourth layer of condensation, which really makes him embarrassed and annoyed for a while, and as a result, he sticks to Zhou Qilang every day to compete.

What kind of person is Zhou Qilang, he has been a ghost spirit since he was a child, and the most proficient thing he has learned in fifteen years is Yunjian Bu, even the eldest lady Zhou Qian in the Jindan realm before is helpless to take him, not to mention this little novice.

Later, the precept seemed to find the weird footwork of the abstinence, and began to pester him to teach him footwork, this Zhou Qilang was not stingy, said some and taught some, the little brother of the precept was very perceptive, and he learned it at one time.

So every day, the two of them began to fight!

It seems that today, the little brother who quit sex has lost again.

At noon, Zhou Qilang came out of the cultivation hall of the Shangwu Palace, wearing a waist-tied monk's robe, rolling up his sleeves, and talking and laughing with some other warrior monks.

They all just entered the Shangwu Hall in the autumn, and because they heard Zhou Qilang's name, they all practiced together from time to time.

In this way, Zhou Qilang would not be alone in the Shangwu Hall to fight against those warrior monks of the Xia Dynasty who looked at him with a straight face all day long.

"Little Seventh Senior Brother, Little Seven Senior Brother"

A long cry, with childish gasps.

Zhou Qilang was punching and kicking to reflect on today's cultivation lessons, and suddenly turned his head to look at the corner, "Little Senior Brother?" With doubts, Zhou Qilang paced over.

The ring color is sneaky, the thief's eyebrows are poking half of his head, and his meat hand is waving to greet Zhou Qilang.

"What's the matter, little senior brother?" Zhou Qilang folded his sleeves and looked at the half-human-tall little senior brother with low eyebrows.

"Let's go, I'll take you somewhere. The god of abstinence mysteriously dragged Zhou Qilang's clothes, turned into the corner, and walked all the way along the corridor.

"Hey, where are you going?" Zhou Qilang was dragged by the ring color, and followed step by step.

"Shhh He turned his head and put his finger to his lips, his big eyes rolling, and he smiled slyly.

"I can go in by myself. Zhou Qilang was stunned, scratching his head, he didn't understand what the little senior brother was doing.

"Just come with me, there are things you and I want, and I just found out about it, so I came to call you. Regardless of the precepts, he dragged Zhou Qilang through the main hall and went straight to the spectacular seven-story scripture building.

Tibetan scripture building, the first floor of Xuanzhen Temple, there are the highest monks and elders in the temple chanting scriptures and chanting Buddha in the building every day, in fact, it is to guard the Tibetan scripture building.

There are many Buddhist scriptures in the building, and there are all kinds of Buddhist scriptures and ancient books, which can be said to be a treasure trove that monks all over the world dream of.

How many powerful monks have traveled thousands of miles to Pingyang Mountain, and visited Xuanzhen Temple on the mountain, just to enter the building to see the scriptures.

And how many young people, taking advantage of the night to steal the scripture building, return in vain, and lose here.

"You mean, you found the secret of shrinking the ground into inches?!" Zhou Qilang was shocked, and raised his eyebrows.

For such a long time, I have been rummaging through ancient books and scriptures in the scripture building, and I have read a lot of scriptures, but it is only on the first floor, because he is not qualified to go above the second floor, so he is only a scripture over and over again, and he does not even have a Buddhist practice of Buddhism.

In the legends of the cultivation world, there are no Buddhist exercises such as "Flower Finger", "Arhat Fist", "Dari Rulai True Sutra", "Rulai Divine Palm" and so on.

Zhou Qilang wondered if he would be above the second floor, and several times he wanted to secretly climb the wooden ladder to the second floor, but he was shocked by the sound of a Buddhist bell.

So he wondered if there would be a method of shrinking the ground into inches on the first layer, after all, he saw the footwork of the master of quitting leisure that day, such as ascending to the immortal creation, and he always remembered it.

Therefore, he and the little brother of the ring are combined, one on the first floor and the other on the second floor, and every day every opportunity they will look through the scriptures and ancient books, hoping to find clues.

Because the middle-aged monk who guarded the first floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion had mentioned the two of them, the master of the precept seemed to have found the remnants of the "shrinking the ground into inches" on the first and second floors, and then comprehended and repaired the shrinking ground into inches by himself.

This aroused the desire of these two people, and it was enough to take a step between the clouds, but when they thought that the shrunken ground was in front of them, how could they not be excited.

Especially the little senior brother who quit sex, he was even more intoxicated, and he couldn't wait to find it immediately, so that he could surpass Zhou Qilang, so that he would be able to practice the domineering and fierce exercises.

The two of them are like thieves, and they are very uncomfortable all the way.

"Little senior brother, you can go to the scripture building in a bright and bright way. Zhou Qilang reminded him in a friendly way.

The little brother in front of him was suddenly stunned, stopped, let go of the hem of the clothes he was holding, turned around, looked at Zhou Qilang with jewel black eyes, and said very stupidly: "Is it okay? Isn't it going to be followed by bad guys?

Zhou Qilang was dizzy, covered his head, and then walked towards the scripture building by himself, this little brother was poisoned by himself, but he just taught him some classics.

"Wait for me. The little brother ran over and followed Zhou Qilang's buttocks, and the two big eyeballs were still aiming around, which made Zhou Qilang very uncomfortable.

Soon, the two came to the Tibetan scripture building, the seven-story Tibetan scripture building, which is the kind of classical treasure building carved with the murals of the Buddha, engraved with Buddhist scriptures, and the eaves are also hung with hexagonal copper bells.

Especially those dark brown brick and red walls, and some mottled walls, which reflect the atmosphere of its years.

It is said that this Tibetan scripture building has existed in Xuanzhen Temple for 600 years, has replaced seven hosts, and the current presiding officer is a high monk of Xuanqing, Buddhism is towering to the sky, and the cultivation is unfathomable.

It is rumored that the Xuanqing monk has obtained the Arhat gold position, and his cultivation is even more unfathomable, but he can break through the void and unite the true self.

Monks all over the world know that 80 years ago, there was an earth-shattering battle in the Dharma Enlightenment Cliff behind Xuanzhen Temple.

Xuanzhen Temple presided over the battle against Long Wuzu, the founding emperor of the Longyang Empire at that time!

The two of them were fighting in the dark, the ghosts were crying and howling, the void was shattered, and the entire back mountain was full of red glow and golden light.

But in the end, people only know that the emperor of the Longyang Empire, Long Wuzu, returned to the empire in a battle, retreated to recuperate, and soon there were rumors that he went west, and no one knew the result of that battle, but all the monks in the world could guess one or two.

Zhou Qilang bowed to the Buddha and bowed to the guarding monks at the door of the Tibetan Scripture Building, and then stepped up to open the quaint red gate and stepped into the first floor of the Tibetan Scripture Building.

In the first-floor scripture building, rows of copper-colored lampposts, lit with candles swaying and covering the glass lampshades, and then rows of wooden frames, on which the ancient books of Buddhist scriptures are neatly placed, and a sense of vicissitudes of life is unscrupulously revealed.