Chenkong gritted his teeth and made up his mind: "Well, the little benefactor is very destined for the poor monk...... Poor monks can't see death without saving ......"

He pulled out a pamphlet from his bosom: "This...... It is the secret Sanskrit mantra of the temple, and the small donor is tens of millions...... Don't tell anyone else, let alone let people know that the poor monk told you. ”

"The poor monk won't explain it to you, you follow the above practice...... Five days at most, it should be fine......"

Zhuge Canglan threw a handful of spars into the pottery bowl, and then took the booklet.

"I'll do it first, and if it works, these ...... I'll give you ...... again."

The dust was overjoyed and hugged the pottery bowl, looked at the half-bowl of spar with bright eyes, and nodded like pounding medicine.

"It should be, it should be, the little donor will practice it first......"

Zhuge Canglan took a quick look, "Sanskrit Mantra" is only a few dozen pages, a total of dozens of sentences, very concise and to the point.

But it is particularly profound, Zhuge Canglan watched it three or four times in a row, and the mess in his heart gradually had a little clue.

In fact, "Sanskrit Mantra" is actually similar to the Pure Heart Mantra, but it is more advanced than the Pure Heart Mantra, and it should belong to the middle and upper level of the Hanging Temple, and it is the kung fu of cultivating internal qi.

It just happens to her current situation, which is very contrasting.

Zhuge Canglan closed his eyes, silently recited the mantra of purifying his heart, condensed his mind and calmed his breath, and his qi moved with his heart.

After mastering the "Sanskrit Mantra", Zhuge Canglanchai slowly began to try his luck.

A shallow breath slowly appeared in her body, like a spring breeze, slowly blowing through her blood.

Rarely soothing, the slightest wisp, envelops the heart and can generate a steady stream of power.

The whole person seems to be in warm water, surrounded by a soft and comfortable environment, the bottom of the heart is clear, everything is empty, as if she is the only one in heaven and earth.

After running back and forth a few times, she was surprised to find that the obstacle of the seal gradually decreased, and she tried to use spiritual power, and the right half of her face was not so painful.

Zhuge Canglan was overjoyed, the money-greedy monk really didn't lie to her.

She once again practiced the Sanskrit mantra, this time calming the five miscellaneous thoughts, and her heart was like water.

When she opened her eyes again, it was already bright outside, and she hadn't slept all night, she was extremely refreshed, and she had inexhaustible strength.

Zhuge Canglan smiled lightly and owed him a lot of spars that didn't give the dust, did he want to?

Of course, the dust is not willing to give up so many spars, so when Zhuge Canglan set up a fire to roast pheasants at night.

Disappear into the dust of the day...... appeared.

"It's so fragrant, the chicken roasted by the little donor, the signboard of Manxianglou is even more fragrant......"

Zhuge Canglan smiled: "Do you want to eat?" ”

She didn't leave, and although her body was much better, she was not healed.

Chenkong said that it would take five days, so what if she let Zhuge Liuxiang live for another five days.

The dust swallowed his saliva, and his eyes lit up as he looked at the roast chicken: "This ...... One, the poor monk is a married person, and the monk ......"

"Wine and meat pass through the intestines and sit in the heart of the Buddha......"

The dust and sky immediately went to Zhuge Canglan's side, "What the little donor said is very true, it is simply a word to wake up the person in the dream......"

Zhuge Canglan smiled and gave half of the roast chicken to Chenkong, and gave him the other dozen spars that he had originally said.

Dusty Sky excused herself again and again, saying that she was too polite, and quickly took the spar over, and the speed was amazing.

When Zhuge Canglan threw down the last piece of chicken bone, there was a bang, and the dilapidated door panel of the Land Temple was suddenly blown open by a gust of wind, squeaking and squeaking.

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Hey, it's more literate, it's so painful to crawl out of the bed on a rainy day~~~~