Twenty years later. Kongoji Temple. Jingqitang.

In the early morning, the temple is exceptionally refreshing, and under the first rays of sunlight shining through the mist, every piece of green tile becomes golden and brilliant.

There is a high mountain in the temple, the bamboo sea is thick and green, every bamboo leaf is stained with crystal dewdrops, with the curling green smoke rising, dyed in the sky, just like the scene in the painting, people are intoxicated.

Sometimes, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, it is difficult to stir people's hearts.

"Essence rank, zero rank."

A white and chubby monk looked at a few golden characters above the spirit stone, yawned, and said lazily, after a while, his body was cold or he felt that there was a mistake, so he wiped his eyes and looked at the spirit stone to confirm once, "How can it be the zero stage?" Immediately, he turned his head sharply, his eyes widened, and he stared at a young man in Tsing Yi who was somewhat familiar in front of him.

The young man in Tsing Yi in front of him was nearly eight feet long, with wheat-colored skin, slightly curly hair, thick eyebrows and starry eyes, red lips and white teeth. No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like the physique of the zero stage of essence.

"Senior brother, can you let me try again?" The young man's cheeks were slightly red, and he asked embarrassedly.

The white fat monk's round face was full of contempt, and he said impatiently: "You freak again, last year and the year before last year were all zero, don't disturb my mood early in the morning, be your miscellaneous monk, and sweep away the fallen leaves in the temple!" ”

The young man bowed his head slightly and chuckled, "It's all clean." ”

"Then you go to Refining Bamboo Mountain to continue your cultivation and come back after comprehending your essence!" The white fat monk pushed the boy out of the hall with a look of disgust.

The young man in Tsing Yi stood outside the door, and when he heard that the white fat monk was still mocking in the hall, he felt very uncomfortable, and then his fists clenched silently, and he looked sideways at a few big golden characters above the spirit stone, shook his head, laughed at himself, and then turned around and trotted towards the bamboo refining mountain in front.

The alchemy bamboo mountain of King Kong Temple, can be said to be the first green name of Yuanyang continent, raise your eyes and overlook, full of mountains and bamboo seas, crowded one by one, the group of winds flow through, high and low, such as the autumn sea. Over the years, the nobles and nobles all want to go into the mountain to view the scenery, and they are persuaded by the abbot to return, this mountain is a place of cultivation, and if it is not a place to chant poetry, if it is not a disciple in the temple, there is no right to enter the mountain.

The way of cultivation in King Kong Temple, for monks with low cultivation, it is required to split 3,000 bamboos every day to stimulate the strength of the body and the power of essence; There are also people who can't stand the boredom and fruitlessness, and their muscles and bones are tired, so they abandon the mountain, so it is better to choose a densely wooded place, chop firewood and plant fruits, and support their families to be practical.

The so-called sunrise and rest, sunset and rest, splitting bamboo cultivation is the same, looking at the millennium, the way of cultivation, there is never a shortcut to find, but to grind people's minds, to be diligent as a supplement, read a wide range of books, to go to its dross, to leave its essence, then the big late bloomer.

At this time, it was sunset and returned to the west, and the disciples had already stopped cultivating, and in this bamboo forest, there was a young man in Tsing Yi who was still splitting bamboo and cultivating, and he was using his own fists, and there were several bags of dry food and bamboo tubes used to hold water under his feet, and the bottom of the tube had already been seen, and it seemed that he had been here since he left the Jingqi Hall, and he had not left yet.

"Xiao Jingtang, you are still splitting bamboo, the bamboo forest is about to be destroyed by you, and the few senior brothers who are cultivating with you have already practiced above the second stage of essence."

"The abbot said that he has no relationship with the Buddha, he can only be a lay disciple, and he has lived in the King Kong Temple for 20 years, and the abbot sees him as pitiful, so he entered the door three years ago, such a person naturally can't cultivate the essence!"

"Hahaha!"

Several bald little monks gathered together, looking arrogant and domineering, baring their teeth and laughing at a young man cutting bamboo in front of him.

At this time, the young man breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, and a few beads of sweat flowed from his forehead.

This young man is Xiao Jingtang, the essence of the seal was once sealed in Xiao Shu's body, and no matter how hard he tries, he will never be able to cultivate the essence. In the eyes of others, he will have nothing to do with essence in this life.

Xiao Jingtang once heard the abbot say that his father was the master of the temple, and in this context, he should have made him proud and confident, but he felt lost because of his congenital shortcomings.

Except for the abbot and several masters who knew about the Five Elements Seal, even he didn't know that he had the soul of the seal in his body. I can only insist on splitting bamboo all day long, and I will not give up if I don't practice my spirit.

Xiao Jingtang saw everyone sneering, slowly let go of his fists, turned around, his deep eyes swept over the people who were laughing at him in front of him, and then smiled back, his face was full of light and breezy appearance, but in fact, he was extremely aggrieved in his heart.

A group of little monks saw that they were silent and felt displeased, so they all stood up and walked towards Xiao Jingtang arrogantly.

Xiao Jingtang had long been accustomed to these ridicules, and at this time he squeezed out a smile and said, "The heavens have a great responsibility, and it is still early to work on his shins." ”

"There are nine stages of essence, one to three are the entry, and the fourth to ninth sections are Tianqiao, Tianyou, Tianying, Tiangang, Tiankui, and Tianzong." After a thin little monk finished speaking, he sat down on a big stone, crossed Erlang's legs and continued: "You are twenty years old, you can't practice the entry rank, and you still think about the Tianzong section all day long!" I look at this King Kong Temple, no, it's this Ming Han Kingdom, so you don't know how to be angry. ”

At this time, a burly monk with big eyes staggered over in the crowd, pointed at Xiao Jingtang and said arrogantly: "You kid, you have a hard mouth if you don't fight for a day, every time you see you, you don't know how to be energetic, and you are crackling and beating bamboo here all day long, and I feel congested when I think about it." ”

The big-eyed monk strode over, looking at Xiao Jingtang proudly, as if he wanted to beat him up.

"Senior brother, I don't seem to have eaten enough today, and I'm in a bad mood, you can either give me a few punches, or call me grandpa, let me be happy, how about I let you go today?" The big-eyed monk smiled.

Throughout the ages, there are thousands of species, and the weak are often bullied by the strong.

A group of little monks laughed non-stop, ready to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight the chicken.

Xiao Jingtang raised his head, looked at the big-eyed monk who was half a head taller than himself, and said with a forced smile: "You haven't eaten enough, what do you have to do with me, if you are really hungry, go to the thatched house!" ”

Xiao Jingtang also often thinks, for a full twenty years, why can't he even cultivate a little essence, for those who cultivate essence, they should start cultivating in the year of the general child, they can get started in the year of dancing spoons, and the year of bundling hair is the second stage of entry, as long as the talent is not too bad, how can it be the third stage of the entry in the year of the weak crown.

Splitting the hard bamboo every day, the strength has increased a lot, and the physical strength is higher than that of ordinary people. It's a pity that once you try it with a cultivator, you will be exposed, others are like a long rainbow running through the sun, but you are bare-handed, and you lose your posture.

It was useless for Xiao Jingtang to break his head, he split bamboo with his bare hands in Refining Bamboo Mountain every day, only to see that his body muscles were long, but there was no trace of that essence. In other words, ordinary people would have died of anger and vomiting blood, but Xiao Jingtang was calm by nature, unwilling to admit defeat, and always cultivated with obsession, day after day.

"How dare you tell me to eat... Bah! It's so arrogant! Let's take a look at the strength of the introductory third stage! An older big-eyed monk said menacingly.

"Demon Fist!"

I saw that the monk's raised fist suddenly became as hard as steel, and he made a low roar, and with a stride, it seemed to slip, and he stood in front of Xiao Jingtang in an instant, knocking him to the ground like lightning.

"Well, this is the essence." After the big-eyed monk finished his spiritual qi, he suddenly felt that Xiao Jingtang's muscles were so strong that even if he used his essence to harden his fist, he still felt a burst of pain, and he waved his fist.

Could it be that he has already cultivated his essence and qi, or his body is already different from ordinary people.

"The momentum is good, but the strength is average, I don't feel any pain at all, and it looks like a piece of essence."

After Xiao Jingtang finished speaking, his legs jumped and he stood up very quickly, although he was unwilling, but his momentum could not be lost.

Several little monks were stunned when they saw Xiao Jingtang as if nothing had happened, and their expressions were stunned.

The big-eyed monk was angry, and he wanted to bully Xiao Jingtang in front of him, so that he could establish a big brother's demeanor in front of the few little monks behind, but it didn't work at all. can only continue to put on a good posture, ready to give Xiao Jingtang another punch.

At this moment, a pair of strong hands suddenly grabbed his left arm silently.