"You're just phaseless?" The white-clothed monk didn't care about Wufeng, but looked at Wang Ping with an unkind gaze and asked.

The monk looked tall, but he had a feeling of weakness, and there was a cold aura flashing in his eyes.

Wang Ping saw that the other party was not easy to mess with, so he hurriedly saluted and said, "Wuxiang has seen Uncle Yuanxin." "I don't know each other, but I still have to do it.

"I heard that you helped Yuanfang fight a whole 'magic mist', right?" Yuan Xin asked coldly, without the slightest politeness in his words.

Wang Ping listened to the other party's words, and naturally understood who the Yuanfang in his mouth was, it should be the white-clothed monk in front of the Heart Demon Bridge yesterday!

"You haven't stepped into the path of cultivation yet, how about you help me get a gourd?" Yuanxin said unceremoniously, with a hint of threat in his tone.

"Why should Uncle Shi embarrass me? I just got hurt by the white mist, and I haven't gotten better yet, so Uncle Shi is still looking for someone else! Wang Ping naturally couldn't agree to this, in order not to be suspicious, the fog in his mind had not disappeared.

If you go again now, you will be looking for death.

"You don't know how to lift like that?" The center of the circle was rejected, and there was a faint anger in his eyes.

Seeing this, Wufeng hurriedly said: "Uncle must not be angry, today is the first day that Wuxiang's junior brother entered the inner temple, and Master Wuming has an explanation, so he should rest for a few days." ”

"Are you crushing me with that old bald donkey?" Yuanxin's eyes looked coldly at Wufeng.

"No, no, no. Uncle Shi don't think too much. "For the center of the circle, Wufeng is also a little afraid, after all, this person is notoriously difficult to get along with, and I don't know why Lingshan didn't expel this person.

"Boy, are you sure you won't help me?" Yuanxin's gaze shrank slightly, and he looked at Wang Ping again, and the threat in his tone became more obvious.

"Why should Uncle Shi embarrass the little monk like this, the little monk really can't enter the heart demon bridge anymore now." Wang Ping didn't really want to offend him, he was really powerless.

"Good, you're good! We'll see! Yuanxin said with a laugh, obviously angry.

After speaking, the white-clothed monk flicked his sleeves and turned to leave.

"It's over, this guy is on top of you, junior brother, I'm afraid you won't have a good time in this inner temple in the future!" Wufeng looked at the departing center of the circle, and couldn't help but worry about Wang Ping.

"Senior brother, Wuxiang is really helpless, that Heart Demon Bridge, I really can't go again, go again, my life is in danger!"

"I'll talk to the Discipline Hall about this, but don't expect too much, junior brother, after all, you're just getting started, I'm afraid no one will stand up for you, and the Discipline Hall won't do anything for you, maybe just wait for you to have an accident.... The Hall of Discipline will intervene. ”

Wufeng's words are undoubtedly telling him that he is good at doing it himself!

However, Wufeng now has the heart to help, and Wang Ping is actually very grateful.

After leaving without wind, Wang Ping closed the door of the small courtyard and sighed: "How can this be?" I just offended a strong man when I first came, didn't I say that the land of Lingshan has no quarrel with the world? Could it be that it's all a lie? ”

Originally, he wanted to delay his cultivation for two days to avoid causing the demonic qi in his bone marrow to enter his body, but now that he doesn't cultivate, people always think that he can still go to the Heart Demon Bridge.

As a last resort, Wang Ping began to operate the Ten Thousand Demons Mental Method in his mind, and began to absorb the surrounding spiritual energy for refining, only by turning the absorbed spiritual energy into his own true qi could he be regarded as embarking on the path of cultivation.

At the end of the day, Wang Ping absorbed a lot of spiritual energy, but the true qi he refined was pitiful, which made him feel the feeling of entering the first layer of qi training.

"It's really hard to cultivate!" Although Wang Ping said this, he still sat cross-legged and continued to absorb the surrounding aura for cultivation.

Time passed little by little, and the speed at which the true qi increased, like a drop of water falling, until late at night, Wang Ping felt a burst of warmth coming from the dantian, and he understood that he had practiced qi one level.

"This..."As the warmth hit, Wang Ping felt a strange feeling all over his body, as if the whole person was soaked in warm water, and the pores of his whole body opened up instantly, which was uncomfortable.

Wang Ping suddenly felt that Lingming's body was light, as if he had been reborn.

"The strength seems to have increased, the body has become a lot lighter, and the most important thing is that the mind seems to be much clearer, and the same is true for the eyesight, is this the Qi Cultivation Realm?" Wang Ping's heart at this moment was extremely happy.

"With True Qi, the next time you cultivate, you can push True Qi to run Zhou Tian and speed up the absorption and refining of Spiritual Qi. Presumably, the pace of cultivation will not be too slow. "There is Wang Ping who cultivates. The big stone in my heart is the real fall.

At this moment, he couldn't believe that he had really embarked on the path of cultivation!

"Sure enough, there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain!"

Wang Ping stepped on the first level of Qi cultivation, so he didn't continue to practice, he needed to rest for a while, after all, after dawn, he still waited to listen to the elders' lectures, learn Buddhism and cultivation knowledge, although he didn't want to go, but this every low-level disciple had to go.

"Don't worry, I'll tear down that tower!" Wang Ping said secretly in his heart. Wang Ping understands that everything he has now has to thank the Demon Venerable, not the Demon Venerable, everything he thinks in his heart is empty talk.

From tomorrow, Wang Ping simply freshened up, and then went out of his small courtyard, although he didn't want to go to the big scripture hall to listen to Zen, but he just came, it was better to abide by the rules, so as not to be caught.

"Senior Brother Wuxiang, Deacon Benzhu said that you have something left behind, let you go to the outer temple." Wuxiang had just walked to the door of the Great Sutra Hall, but before he could walk in, he was stopped by a young monk.

"Deacon Benzhu looking for me?" Wang Ping was a little surprised in his heart, he was worried that it was the uncle who took the opportunity to trouble him yesterday.

After thinking about it, Wang Ping still turned around and walked outside.

Wang Ping thought to himself, if the other party really wants to attack him, I'm afraid it will outweigh the losses, right? After all, he was just a disciple who had just entered the mountain gate.

As for the workaround? If you really can't do it, you can run towards the Demon Suppression Ancient Temple, as long as the speed is fast enough, you must be able to pass through the white fog and let the Demon Venerable save him.

However, unless he had to, he wouldn't go to Lord Demon Venerable for help!

Dressed nervously, Wang Ping walked out of the mountain gate of the inner temple.

Looking at the release pool at the door, Wang Ping couldn't help but think of the fairy in white.

Myokin Pavilion.

Watching Su Wenjun slowly fall, a graceful woman slowly walked in front of her and smiled slightly: "How is it?" Are things going well? ”

"Senior sister, don't worry, the immortal qi has been sealed, and as for the ancient Buddhist scriptures, I also quietly left it." Su Wenjun bowed slightly.

"That's good." The woman had a smile on her face, and she was obviously happy.

"But..."Su Wenjun wanted to speak and stopped, she didn't know whether to tell Senior Sister Master Chen's words.

"Senior sister? What's wrong? ”

After Su Wenjun hesitated for a moment, he still told the woman the words of Master Chen, and after hearing this, the woman first showed surprise, and then laughed.

"Senior sister!" Su Wenjun couldn't help but be a little annoyed, and said secretly in his heart: Sure enough, I shouldn't say this!

"Okay, okay, I'm not smiling! However, Master Chen's cultivation is unfathomable, and it is rumored that he has reached the realm of peeping into the heavens. ”

Soon, all the high-rise buildings of the Miaoyin Pavilion gathered in the top floor of the Miaoyin Pavilion, which is the important place of the Miaoyin Pavilion, which is usually not open, and will only be used when discussing major events, and the last time this place was used was more than 20 years ago.

It can be seen from this that Miaoyin Pavilion attaches great importance to Su Wenjun.

"Wen Jun, you might as well just retreat in the pavilion, this nine-death disaster, you won't come to our Miaoyin Pavilion by yourself, right?" A woman opens her mouth to make a suggestion.

But as soon as her words fell, a coquettish cry sounded in the attic: "If this is the case, then why are we waiting for the Tao?" Why don't you find a place to meditate for thousands of years? Live as a king! Although it is angry, most people still think it makes sense.

After all, the path of cultivation is already against the sky, how can you be so timid.

"Senior sister, I'm just giving a suggestion based on facts, you don't have to be so angry, right?" The woman who spoke before said with a sneer.

Soon, with Su Wenjun as the topic, a sneering argument began, and as for the final result, it was naturally over.

Uncle and sister, apart from giving a lot of life-saving things, they didn't have any substantive suggestions at all.

In this regard, Su Wenjun also chose to go with the flow.

For her, the mysterious power in her body has been sealed, she naturally has no worries, as long as her cultivation slowly catches up, that power will sooner or later become a part of her cultivation and strength, this is her fate.

As for the misfortune that Master Chen said, in fact, she didn't take it to heart, after all, this kind of thing is too ethereal.

Lingshan Outer Temple.

Wang Ping held the sachet, and the original silent heart came to mind.

"Maybe between myself and Xiaomei, I'm afraid I don't have that sincere feeling." This was something given to him by Lin Xiaomeng, but he didn't expect that he would forget it in the outer temple.

like, it's a matter of two people, the moment Lin Xiaomei left him, he knew that Lin Xiaomei had put him down.

After that fire, he knew that nothing would go back to the beginning!

However, Wang Ping still put away the sachet.

"Master!!"

As soon as Wuxiang walked to the gate of the inner temple, there was a high-pitched cry for help in the distance, with a full desire to survive in his voice, and he begged Wang Ping for help: "Help, master help me!" ”

I saw that a man dressed in red was rushing towards Wang Ping, as if there were wild beasts chasing after him.

The man looked like he was in his early twenties, slender and tall, dressed in red brocade, with a piece of white jade hanging around his waist, looking a little embarrassed, but from his delicate and fair facial features, it could be seen that this person was a handsome man.

Seeing this, Wang Ping was also stunned, and muttered in his heart: In Lingshan Temple, there are still people seeking revenge? Isn't there anyone stopping you?