Although Song Jian's shot failed to have any effect, Qin Nan was still grateful to him, if one day the other party fell at Qin Nan's feet, no matter when, or because of something, Qin Nan planned to let him go, which could be regarded as repaying the favor.

Qin Nan smiled in his heart, this is a bit far to think about, Song Jianyi may not be able to beat Shan Shaoyang, but clean him up Qin Nan, it is estimated that it will be a minute, what else to talk about Song Jianyi fell at Qin Nan's feet?

Just as Qin Nan was about to leave, that Song Jianyi suddenly spoke.

"You're back?"

Song Jian looked at Qin Nan with a look of doubt.

Qin Nan stopped, looked up at Song Jianyi on the white jade lion, timidly did not speak, just nodded, he knew that this Song Jianyi was curious about how he escaped from Shan Shaoyang's hands?

It is estimated that no one thought that Qin Nan had discussed it with Lu You long before he went to Boyi City.

Song Jianyi shook his head repeatedly, he always felt that it was an incredible thing that Qin Nan could come back safe and sound.

After hesitating for a moment, Song Jian threw off his clothes, turned around and left.

"Brother. ”

Qin Nan said coldly.

"What, brother?" Song Jian looked stunned, turned his head slightly, and turned his face sideways at Qin Nan.

"Brother, thank you for saving me that day. ”

Qin Nan said, he thought that this Song Jianyi was an indifferent person, but he didn't expect that he would take the initiative to talk to him.

"Who is your brother?

Song Jian blushed, scolded dryly, and turned to leave.

Qin Nan grinned when he saw Song Jian walking away, and also went back to his cave.

The day passed quickly, and the night came before you knew it.

At night, the silver moon hangs high in the sky, like a cake that has been bitten by someone, glowing with the brilliance of Xi Xi.

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Qin Nan woke up from meditation with a depressed face, since he came back during the day, he has never been able to enter the state of meditation, and he seems to be restless, this result directly makes his meditation ineffective, without any progress.

"Why is this happening? Could it be that the recent cultivation has been improved too quickly, which has brought side effects?" Qin Nan couldn't help but think.

After a pause, he simply used the Liuhe Fire Sutra, and his soul left his body and flew out of the cave.

Outside the cave, it was daylight, but unlike the day, there were no people on the road, after all, it was night.

The only thing that could be seen was in the nearby caves or attics, there were clusters of intense blood, each of which represented a warrior.

Looking at those martial artists with their soul state, they are like clusters of burning flames, and the higher the cultivation, the more vigorous the flames will be.

But Qin Nan looked up at the holy land of the Great Buddha, but there was no flame burning in those temples and Garan?

Although the warriors in the temple are all monks, how can there be no blood flames burning? Qin Nan was puzzled, so he urged his soul and floated towards the temple.

Passing under the torii and passing through the bell tower, there are rows of side rooms where monks live, and the side rooms are called Garan in the Buddhist family.

Qin Nan lay on the windowsill, looking at the sleeping monks one by one, only to see them lying on the bed, sleeping in a proper posture, with a gentle breath, like an old man, silent as water, no wonder there is no blood flame that belongs to a martial artist.

It is precisely because the monks cultivate their minds, pay attention to the five precepts and ten virtues, and their hearts are like stopping water and have no desires, so the blood and qi flames that should be burning have become very weak, and even mosquitoes do not like to bite them.

It's right to think about it this way, some martial artists who have cultivated to the strongest can hide their cultivation through guò cultivation.

Cultivating the mind is also a kind of practice, this sentence can work anywhere, the psychological quality is good, you are not afraid of danger, and you will not make a sound when the knife is on your neck.

The higher the cultivation of the mind, the better the psychological element, it turns out that this is the case, Qin Nan nodded, and realized a big truth, and his thoughts were instantly understood.

This feeling is amazing, like a breath of sullen breath that has been held in my heart for a long time, and the whole spirit suddenly becomes brighter.

Next, Qin Nan left the wing where the monk lived and continued to drift forward, leisurely, a light breeze blew, accompanied by bursts of incense, which made Qin Nan's heart shake and feel very good.

Qin Nan understood that it was the smoke of those incense that had the effect of calming the nerves, and the Buddhism had lit incense all the year round.

The sacred and solemn is caused by seeing the Buddha, and it is natural to want to worship it, and the peace of mind is caused by the smoke of those incense.

Qin Nan took a few sips hard, instantly refreshed and refreshed, feeling a hundred times more energetic, and could kill a cow.

Qin Nan followed the direction where the incense came to find its source, drifted through the wide temple square, the long stone steps, and came to the magnificent Daxiong Treasure Hall.

The source of incense is here, the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the core area of the Big Buddha Temple.

I didn't expect it to be so easy, so I came to the core of the Big Buddha Temple and saw the mud fetus of the legendary True Buddha Saint.

"Oh, it's not good, although the true Buddha is only here, but it has a restraining effect on my soul, no wonder no ghost dares to invade the Buddhist temple. ”

Qin Nan had just met with the mud tire of the Supreme Buddha, and before he could see the other party clearly, the majestic Buddha appearance on the mud tire immediately burned Qin Nan.

Especially Qin Nan's eyes, they instantly turned white, and all the qiē in his eyes became white, and he couldn't even see the road clearly.

"Oops, am I going to die here just because of my curiosity?"

Qin Nan felt extremely uncomfortable, as if he was being scorched by poisonous fire, and when he ascended, he looked up to the sky and roared, life was worse than death.

His soul was already weak, running around like a curious kitten, but he was accidentally injured by the majestic Buddha image on the mud fetus, and suddenly lost half his life, and his soul was almost dissipated.

If the soul dissipates and cannot return to its own body, then it is conceivable that the body has no owner and will die in a short time.

Qin Nan seemed to feel that he had entered the ghost gate, but at this moment, a hand pulled him out from behind.

"Little guy, who let you run around the mud fetus is not the true Buddha himself, there is the compassion of all sentient beings, if the poor monk is one step late, you will be completely hopeless. ”

The kind and slightly hoarse voice complained about Qin Nan's wrongness, and at the same time, it seemed that a piece of clothing was draped on Qin Nan's body, making him feel warm.

"Om Ma Ma Horn Mi Om Boom Horn Mi Boom"

When Qin Nan regained his consciousness again, there was a burst of chanting in his ears.

He felt that he had gone through 108,000 miles of asceticism, and had gone through nine deaths before he came back to life.

However, the feeling of coming back to life just now turned out to be very refreshing and without any discomfort.

Qin Nan opened his eyes and saw that it was still dark, and this was a side room.

And sitting next to him at this time was an old monk sweeping the floor, who was chanting "Om Ma Ma Horn Mi Mi"