For seven consecutive days, the morning bell and dusk drum on the mountain were lit, and the Sanskrit sound of chanting was low and melodious, as if it could make all the chaos quietly disperse.

The ancient temple in the deep mountains, the green smoke curls, a touch of fish belly white on the horizon gradually lights up, the morning Xi is full of yao, and everything is salty.

In the Asaya Guanyin Pavilion, everyone gathered together.

His face was still pale, like an ancient candle about to burn out, crumbling, but his eyes burst out with an unprecedented divine light, staring at the figure in front of him.

At this moment, Wu Daozi's face was slightly ruddy, and he sat cross-legged on the side, looking at Yang Ling intently.

At this moment, there are more and more dense frosts on his body, almost forming an ice layer to separate him from the outside world, under the ice, his expression is serene, as if an old monk is sitting still, everyone can not detect his heartbeat, nor can they feel his breath, they don't know whether he is alive or dead, and they dare not move.

As the white light shone through the cracks in the window sash, as if some kind of opportunity had been triggered, the ice suddenly made a crisp sound, and then white cracks spread all over it, turning into ice chips and falling off.

A light flashed in his eyes, not only him, but everyone couldn't help but breathe, because after seven days, they finally felt Yang Ling's vitality again.

Although it is very weak, it is very gentle, and the breath is a little lighter, but it is long, so it seems that Yang Lingshi is really fine.

The ice on his body fell off and fell to the ground, turning into a puddle of black water, which did not taste much, but everyone involuntarily took a few steps back, not daring to touch it in the slightest.

When he opened the window and door, the sunlight shone in, and the black water on the ground immediately turned into nothingness.

Without the reinforcement of ice crystals, Yang Ling's body immediately fell down, and he was about to help, but he was held down by Zhi.

"At this moment, he still has the cold poison of the ice silkworm on his body, you don't want to die?"

Zhen Zhen smiled and took a few steps back.

At this time, Yang Ling's eyebrows frowned slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes, and a deep look of confusion flashed in his eyes.

However, just when everyone thought he was fine, they suddenly saw Yang Ling trembling all over, his body curled up together, and a chill spread from his body, and frost condensed on his body.

Yang Ling's cloudy consciousness instantly sobered up a little, and he immediately endured the bone-chilling cold, got up from the ground, and sat down cross-legged.

With five hearts facing the sky, the body immediately operated the Qingyan Gong to suppress the chill, but he was dumbfounded by this luck!

Where is the supreme power of my body?

Why is the speed of extradition qi so slow when cultivating the Qingyan Gong?

It's like a turtle crawling ...... As soon as a trace of pure yang internal power was cultivated in the body, it would be consumed by this chill.

Is he ruined?

Seeing Yang Ling sitting up cross-legged, although his eyes were closed, his ever-changing face still made everyone aware of the unrest in his heart, and they didn't know what was going on.

In this way, Yang Ling cultivated for three hours before he could barely suppress the chill that erupted in his body, but there was no trace of internal force in his dantian.

Slowly opened his eyes, and saw that his eyes were wide open, and he leaned in front of him to look at himself.

Slowly exhaled a mouthful of turbid gas, all of which turned into cold white gas, Yang Ling smiled bitterly: "Why does the master look at me like this? ”

Seeing that he was really fine, he couldn't help but say excitedly: "Senior brother, senior brother, Master Yang seems to be really fine!" ”

The dancing appearance was like a crazy child, which was in great contrast to his rough countenance, but it did not make people feel disgusted.

I really ran over in a hurry and helped him up.

Yang Ling found out that he was actually lying on the ground, no wonder he didn't see him just now.

I saw that because of his pale face, there was no blood at all, like a broken candle in the wind, crumbling.

"Lord Yang... Can you come forward... Give me a pulse? ”

Yang Ling bowed slightly, stepped forward, sat cross-legged across from him, and stretched out his wrist.

Because of the pulse, a trace of extremely subtle internal force poured into the other party's body, which was the answer that could be known in a moment, but it took him a stick of incense to grasp Yang Ling's situation, and he couldn't help but show bitterness on his face and sigh sadly.

Wu Daozi and the others couldn't help frowning when they saw him with such an expression.

Isn't that going as planned?

He glanced at Yang Ling deeply, and his tone was full of guilt: "The harmful Yang Shizhu has wasted all his skills, and the old man will not be blinded......"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.

The loss of skill is undoubtedly the biggest bad news for people who practice martial arts, not to mention Yang Ling's amazing martial arts, once it is gone, it is difficult for anyone to accept it!

At this moment, everyone felt deeply guilty in their hearts, if it weren't for saving them, Yang Ling would have been able to retreat safely and not end up like this.

However, in the face of the guilt of the cause, Yang Ling smiled calmly: "The abbot doesn't need to mind, the skill is gone, and then the practice comes back, at least everyone is still alive, this is enough!" ”

At first, he was indeed a little frustrated, but then he figured out that martial arts are just external forces, since he could practice them at the beginning, he can still do it today, because he is about to die at first glance, and he doesn't need to add a burden to the other party before he dies.

Hearing Yang Ling's words, a flush instantly appeared on his face, which was a harbinger of a return to light.

I saw him slowly sit up, put his hands together, Yu Yang Ling bowed slightly, his chapped lips opened slightly, and chanted: "With the body of sin, I dare not cast a golden body, but I can only burn the body with karmic fire, and fall into the dust......"

Before he finished speaking, his face was stunned, and then he closed his eyes forever.

Zhizhi and the others suddenly showed a look of grief, and they all bowed their heads and recited scriptures, wishing to die.

After being silent for nearly half an hour, Liao Zhi took the lead in front of Yang Ling and thanked him: "Thank you Yang Shizhu for helping my senior brother get out of the sea of suffering, and Tianlong Temple will remember the kindness of the donor." ”

Yang Ling sighed, slowly got up and said, "Mourn! ”

"I'll take Master Yang to the meditation room to rest!"

He folded his hands together and came to Yang Ling's side and said.

Yang Ling bowed slightly, looked back at the reason for the silence, and really except for the Guanyin Pavilion.

Walking on the stairs down the mountain, looking at the renovated temple hall, Yang Ling couldn't help but sigh: "Everything in this world can be returned, only life, never return!" ”

Li Zhen heard the sadness in his tone, and said with relief: "Lord Yang wishes my senior brother to be beyond the mortal, this is his destination, and it is also our destination, so there is no need to be sad about it." ”

Yang Ling glanced at Zhen, and saw that there was not much sadness on his face, but more of a relief, and nodded as if he didn't understand.

Sending Yang Ling to a meditation room, he was just about to exit, but he turned back again, frowning and said, "Master Yang, your skills are really ......."

Yang Ling interrupted: "Master doesn't need to worry, the foundation is damaged, and he can still cultivate back." ”

As for what happened between his coma, he had already told himself just now, although it was a risk, but he was still very grateful to them for coming to the rescue, after all, such immortal artifacts were willing to take it out to save themselves, and the grievances between them could be regarded as clear.

"That's good, that's good!"

He was truly relieved, said goodbye, closed the door for him, and left.

Yang Ling looked around the dark room, feeling a trace of imprisonment in his heart, pushed open the window sash, and the slanting sun shone into the slightly dim room, and he could see the turbid dust and mist in the air drifting away.

"Alas...... The power can be restored, but when will it take for my blocked meridians to recover! ”

He already knew where his problem was, the meridians around his body were blocked by something similar to Xuan Bing, causing the speed of cultivation to be very slow, but the pure yang internal force of Qing Yan Gong's cultivation could melt the Xuan Ice that blocked the meridians, but this speed was very slow, and he estimated that it would take at least ten years for him to repair it at this rate.

Not to mention that it is far away, for such a long time, he can only be a useless waste, which almost makes him want to live in seclusion.

He has already experienced the dangers of the rivers and lakes, if he does not have a good martial arts, it is really difficult to move, and it is difficult to save his own life.

"That's it, wait for this matter, return this immortal scripture to the owner of the old Jin Village, so that Yan'er can return to Qinghe Mountain to live in seclusion for ten years!"

As for Shi Niang's matter, I can only get rid of the help of everyone from the Qinglian Sect to find it!

He is still young, but he has been up and down for ten years, and he may have pride in his heart, but he does not have the indomitable momentum, no one is not afraid of death, even if he is so.

It only takes ten years to clear the Xuan Bing who blocks the meridians in the body, and after a few more years of cultivation, this skill can be restored, and at that time, he is only about thirty years old, and he still has a good year to fight.

Maybe wandering on the rivers and lakes, as long as you are careful, do not provoke right and wrong, you can live well, but he is a rigid person, if you see people in danger, you can't help but help, sometimes you have a chivalrous heart, but you don't have the strength to match, that is undoubtedly a life-urging charm, in addition to giving away your own life in vain, you will innocently implicate others.

He knows his character very well, maybe the best choice is to live in seclusion in the mountains!

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Three days have passed in the blink of an eye.

Because the abbot's body was cremated by Zhi and others in accordance with his wishes, this is also the way most monks are dealt with after their deaths, but generally the monks who have passed away are to "sit" the gift of convergence, and after two or three years, the cylinder will be opened, if the body is immortal, it will be cast into a golden body, for the world to admire!

However, because he placed his body in this way, it was really a sign of guilt for Yang Ling in his heart, otherwise with his position as the abbot, he could also sit in the ceremony and seal it in the jar, and there was a chance to cast a golden body, but he gave up himself.

Yang Ling saw it in his eyes and sighed to himself.

With the aftermath of the cause being dealt with, Yang Ling is also about to say goodbye to everyone.

Zhi slowly stepped forward, bowed down and said: "With the great kindness of Lord Yang to our temple, I should have kept you for a few more days, but Tianlong Temple is in ruins, but the poor monk has not been able to fulfill the friendship of the landlord, which is a pity." ”

"Abbot Zhi's welcome!"

Yang Ling smiled slightly, indicating that he didn't care.

Now because of the deceased, Tianlong Temple can not be a group of dragons without a leader, and Zhizhi serves as the abbot, which seems to be a real character, and it is really difficult to compete.

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