Chapter 7: Fogging

At this moment, Wang Ping was looking at a hand-drawn map, which marked various places in Lingshan, including the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the Great Lent Hall, the Luohan Courtyard, the Discipline Hall, the Abbot's Courtyard, and .......

"Lingshan is so big, several times bigger than Wang Village." Wang Ping couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

This is still just a map of the outer temple.

At the very edge of this map, the word Inner Temple is written, and looking at the direction, it should be in the depths of the back mountain.

Benzhu had told him before that the disciples of the outer temple should not go to the inner temple rashly, otherwise they would be punished.

On the map, Wang Ping also saw another place that Benzhu had told him, the ancient temple!

Benzhu said that the ancient temple was a cliff, which was very dangerous, and generally only inner disciples would go there.

Wang Ping closed the map and looked at another book about the rules and precepts of Lingshan Temple.

After reading it for a long time, he felt a little bored, and he didn't know many words.

He didn't learn much writing, there was a teacher in Wang Village who opened a private school, and he and Wang Yang studied there for half a year, and then the teacher left, and he didn't study, and he didn't know too many words.

Wang Ping touched the Book of Ten Thousand Demons, he was thinking about whether to take out the Book of Ten Thousand Demons? Previously, Feng Wujian turned the Ten Thousand Demon Heavenly Book into the size of his thumb and hid it in his body, and warned him that he would only take it out for study when it was safe.

Is it safe now? Why don't you wait a while?

"Who?" Wang Ping suddenly spoke up and looked out of the door.

"Senior Brother Wuxiang, haven't you slept yet?" The man's voice sounded from outside the house, and Wang Ping was a little puzzled in his heart.

Wang Ping opened the deadbolt, and a thin middle-aged monk stood outside the door.

"You are?" Wang Ping didn't remember knowing this person.

"My name is Wusong, and you call me senior brother."

"Senior Brother Wusong, I don't know what is the matter with looking for me so late?" Wang Ping suspected in his heart that this person had been peeking at him outside the door before.

"It's not early spring, Deacon Benzhu is worried that the quilt on your side is relatively thin, so he called me to ask you, do you need to add a futon."

Wang Ping was a little surprised in his heart, did this person really care about himself? Or was Deacon Mototake sent to spy on him?

Grabbing the door, he couldn't help but tighten a little, he didn't intend to let this person into the house.

"Wuxiang has been hardy since he was a child, but he doesn't need to trouble his brother, it's late at night, Wuxiang will rest first, and he has to get up early tomorrow morning to go to the precept hall to learn the precepts." Wang Ping didn't want to talk to him much, so he prepared to close the door as he spoke.

At this time, Wu Song stretched out his hand to press the door of the house, and said with a smile on his face: "Little junior brother, don't be afraid, this is Lingshan Temple, it is not as dangerous as the mortal world, so you don't need to be so vigilant." ”

Wang Ping frowned slightly, feeling faintly uneasy in his heart.

"If there is something wrong with the senior brother, please tell me directly." Wang Ping said coldly.

"That's the case, I heard that my junior brother wants to go to the inner temple, but he doesn't have a spiritual root, so I came here tonight to give you a chance." Wusong whispered.

"Opportunity?" Wang Ping was shocked in his heart, is there really a way to let himself practice?

"If you are at ease, you can come with me, and I will introduce you to the senior brother of the inner temple."

"The inner temple is heavily guarded, and our disciples in the outer temple are afraid that they can't even see the mountain gate, right?"

"What did the junior brother think? We can't get in, can't the senior brother of the inner temple still come out? ”

Wang Ping looked at Wusong suspiciously, eager to try.

He was so eager to embark on the path of cultivation.

Not for immortality, but for killing.

"I'm tired of my brother leading the way." Wang Ping still decided to check it out.

Wang Ping was also a little vigilant in his heart, thinking; If you leave the outer temple, you won't go.

Being in the Lin Shan Temple, he felt a little safe.

Wusong took him for a long time, passing by many places, and it seemed that he was heading in the direction of the inner temple, and Wang Ping's vigilance in his heart was a little less.

"Senior brother, go forward, there is a release pond in the depths, if you see the release pool, then you will arrive at the Lingshan Inner Temple." Wusong pointed to the one in front of him and said.

"We're going to the inner temple?"

"How so? The senior brother of the inner temple will not pass on your cultivation method outside the mountain gate, right? This way. As he spoke, he walked towards his right.

Wusong led him all the way, and the deeper he went, the more dense the weeds around him became, and it seemed to have a feeling of being off the beaten track.

Wang Ping knows that he is still in the inner temple, but why does the inner temple have such a place?

Soon, he saw a suspension bridge not far away, and in front of the suspension bridge, there was a stone monument.

When I got closer, there were two big black characters written on the stele: 'Demon Suppression'.

On the opposite side of the suspension bridge, there is a thick white fog that persists all year round. There was a faint building in the depths of the fog, but it was so vague that it was impossible to see it by the moonlight.

Wang Ping is very sure that there is no word demon subjugation on the map, as for the location he is in now, Wang Ping thinks about it carefully, it should be "ancient temple!" ”

"Coming?"

A man's voice came from behind the stele.

Wang Pingding looked at it, and a stout white-clothed monk walked out.

"This is the new disciple? So young? When the white-clothed monk saw Wang Ping, he was also slightly stunned, the monks in the outer temple are generally not young, but they are not like the inner temple.

Before Wang Ping could speak, another person walked out from behind the stele, a tall woman in a golden phoenix robe.

The woman is fair-skinned and beautiful, and has a graceful figure.

It's just that Yun Yun's temples are a little messy, and his face is a little flushed.

"Uncle Shi, I brought someone here." Wu Song stepped forward and bowed with his fists clenched, his tone frightened.

"Not bad!" The white-clothed monk looked at Wang Ping very satisfied, nodded, and threw out a white pill, Wu Song hurriedly caught it: "Thank you uncle, thank you uncle!" ”

"It's okay, you have a little weak spiritual vein, it's just that the spiritual vein is weak and difficult to detect, this marrow cleansing pill can help you wash away the impurities in your body, take a few more pieces, and within half a year, you should be able to set foot on cultivation."

Seeing this, Wang Ping was shocked in his heart, especially when he looked at the myelin-washing pill in Wusong's hand, he wanted it very much.

"Kid, aren't you curious about what's going on here? Not worried I'm going to kill you? Looking at Wang Ping, who had a calm face, the white-clothed monk was obviously a little surprised.

When ordinary mortals see themselves, they either kneel down and worship, or beg themselves to accept apprentices, why is this young man so calm? Isn't he worried that I'm going to be bad for him?

"Uncle Shi is a member of Buddhism, and he can't do anything that can't be killed." Wang Ping learned to clench his fists with both hands, bowed down and said.

As for the senior brother, the ghost's senior brother! Wusong is just messing around.

"Oh, the inner temple is different from the outer temple, the outer temple majors in Buddhism and educates mortals. The inner temple also cultivates Buddhism, but it is for its own cultivation, because if the cultivation is high, it can educate the cultivators, and if the cultivation is low, they will be killed before they can open their mouths. The white-robed monk explained.

"Inner temple disciples can still kill people?"

"Rest assured, the inner temple is not allowed to kill innocents indiscriminately, otherwise it will be abolished and expelled from Lingshan." The white-clothed monk's words suddenly alleviated the worry in Wang Ping's heart a lot.

Once the immortal in Wang Ping's heart, that is the flying sword, immortal and free, chic in the world, so unhappy!

But now, he doesn't have a good impression of immortal cultivators, in his opinion, immortal cultivators are just powerful mortals.

Mortals have evil, not as good as tigers, and immortals have evil, that is the devil.

"I don't know what Uncle Shi is looking for to come here, what is the so-called matter?" Wang Ping didn't care whether the monk in front of him was good or bad, he just wanted to embark on the path of cultivation.

"You're just direct, don't you ask about the benefits?"

"Uncle Wu Song, Senior Brother, you can see at a glance that you are not stingy."

"Giggles, this little monk is so good at talking." The woman next to the white-clothed monk said with a giggle.

"I came to you so that you could help me collect some white mist." The white-clothed monk pointed to the white fog in the distance: "The deeper the white fog, the more important it is to me, if you can cross the bridge to get the fog, although it is not guaranteed that you can practice, but you can also pass on the practice of external cultivation." ”

Wang Ping looked at the dense fog on the opposite side of the suspension bridge, and he didn't know how long the suspension bridge was.

"Why doesn't Uncle Shi pick it up himself?" Wang Ping still asked his doubts.

"Cultivators can't go on the bridge, otherwise it will lead to demons in their hearts, which will have an impact on their cultivation, and only mortals can set foot on the suspension bridge, which is why they are looking for you."

"There are so many disciples in the inner temple, why did Uncle Shi choose me?"

"You're very cautious!" The white-clothed monk smiled and explained: "This kind of white mist is not needed for me to practice alone, many people in the inner temple need it, but there are so many disciples in the outer temple, and they have basically taken the white mist, only you are just getting started, who are you looking for?" ”

"I estimate that tomorrow, someone will also ask you to get the white mist."

"Is this white mist dangerous? If you take it, you can't take it? Wang Ping was surprised.

"This little monk, there are so many questions!" The woman spoke.

The white-clothed monk didn't think so, and still explained: "This white mist also has an effect on mortals, if you inhale too much, you will go crazy, and ordinary people can only take it twice."

When Wang Ping heard this, he finally understood.

As for the external cultivation method mentioned by the white-clothed monk, Wang Ping has heard of it, that is, he specializes in cultivating the physical body, and he heard that if he has practiced it, he can not be broken, water and fire will not invade, and he can also suppress the monk.

"Here you go!" The white-clothed monk threw Wang Ping a yellow gourd, which looked like it was filled with wine.

"The deeper the white mist, the more important it is to me, when you get inside, open the stopper, this gourd will absorb the white mist by itself, and when it is full, the white mist will come out."

"Good!" After speaking, Wang Ping took the gourd and walked towards the suspension bridge.

"Little nephew, you have to do what you can, don't give up your life for the sake of the external cultivation method I said, if you go crazy, at that time, even if you give you the immortal method, it will be useless." The white-robed monk spoke again.

In fact, he was not really worried about Wang Ping, but worried about the trouble that Wang Ping would bring to himself if he went crazy.

"I hope it's going to be fruitful this time." The white-clothed monk looked at Wang Ping's distant back, and had some expectations in his heart.

He had asked many people to collect fog for him, but the gourd he lent out had never been filled with white mist.

"If it can be filled, it will definitely be able to refine the first layer of the inner demon induction."

Once the Heart Demon Guide is trained, his combat power is not ordinary.