The swim trunk friar was unimpressed. He didn't have Pang Xie's concerns, and he wasn't afraid of causing trouble, he didn't do anything, and he was afraid that he would have nowhere to vent his anger when he was holding back his anger.

Meng Liangliang persuaded for a while but failed to persuade him, so he simply didn't persuade him, and let him dig a big pit more than one person deep.

A young monk-like monk paced over, and when he passed by Meng Liangliang's side, he deliberately took half a step around, and his eyes caught a glimpse of the plastic bag at Meng Liangliang's feet, and suddenly showed a touch of disdain. He stood still far away, avoiding the flying mud and sand, and raised his chin slightly: "Daoist friends don't have to dig, the key will never be under here." ”

Not far away, a monk persuaded him from afar: "Brother Su Dao, listen to him." This is Su Chuan Su Xiaodaoyou of the Ethereal Sect, and his formation path and Fu Seal cultivation are the best among the younger generations. ”

"Yes, Brother Su Dao, let's save some effort. ”

"You can't wait. The swim trunk monk did not stop swinging his shovel, "Dig him a few holes, and Lao Tzu will be happy." ”

Meng Liangliang responded, "This Su Daoyou is right. ”

As he spoke, he put the soil dug up in the surrounding area into a storage bag. This is a good thing, it can be sold for a good amount of money when it is made into flower soil, and it can be used to make mud-baked chicken, I don't know how many years it can be used...... The worst is that if you use it to repair your yard, you can also save 100 yuan to buy land.

The crackling little abacus in Meng Liangliang's heart naturally no one knew, and others only thought that she was helping to clean up and dig holes. This act unexpectedly led several monks to join in, some of them jumped down the pit to dig together, and those who did not have tools to help clean up the wasteland.

When the digging was in full swing, a crane suddenly roared into the sky, and the ground shook slightly.

The situation was different, and everyone hurriedly dragged the monks in their swimming trunks and jumped out of the pit together.

The wind blew from all directions, and countless clouds gathered like flowing water, and the roar of the tide swirled above the dome. Most of the square was raised between the vibrations, and the earth-colored squirts faded away, revealing pieces of jade-white boulders, and in a short time a huge high platform was formed, which was flawless and dusty.

The gathered clouds condensed into a huge lotus platform, which slowly fell on the high platform.

If there is not a big pit on the high platform that is colored with earth and scattered with gravel, if the corner of the lotus platform does not fall on the big pit and it is tilted. So this situation, this scene, this high platform, this lotus, can really hold up a beautiful sentence, and the fairy spirit is fluttering.

Meng Liangliang exclaimed: "How did you do it? This is not scientific! Obviously, it is all soil when you dig it up, but how can it turn into stone." ”

Something even more unscientific happened right away.

Two rows of monks descended on the cranes, and the black-robed robes of one color fluttered fiercely in the wind, and the silver threads on the robes flew with cranes, shining with such a valuable luster.

"I'm not mistaken, I only point the back of the crane with my toes, and the whole person seems to be firmly glued to the crane. What kind of crane is the crane in Yunhai Xianshan, what kind of feed is fed, and the load-bearing capacity is so strong. Speaking of which, the crane ...... Won't they feel unlucky?

Tsk, see, the clothes. You say it's machine embroidery or hand embroidery. Even if it's machine-embroidered, it's worth a lot of money. It seems that Yunhai Xianshan is not really without money, they are really stingy and miser. ”

Meng Liangliang babbled for a long time, and after not seeing Pang Xie respond for a long time, she looked back and realized that it was not Pang Xie who was standing behind her, but Gu Che.

Fang was in a panic, and he didn't know when he was separated from Pang Xie, and he didn't know when he was squeezed together with Gu Che.

Two rows of black-shirted monks, a total of eighteen, fell under the lotus platform and stood in an arc. For the big pit on the stage and the tilted lotus, they only paused and then turned a blind eye to the choice in unison.

After all, there are still important things to do, and pursuing a big pit at this time is not a matter of sacrificing the basics. Moreover, whether the jade platform is intact or not is not the task they received.

One of them, a short, thin black-shirted monk, walked out, stretched out his arms, and asked in a loud voice to the audience, "What are we practicing for?"

Everyone in the audience was either busy looking for companions who had just been scattered like Meng Liangliang, or they were busy looking for acquaintances to gather together, and the remaining few people who were not looking for companions or acquaintances were just standing in place with indifferent faces.

No one answered.

The cold reaction from the audience did not affect the short and thin monk in the slightest, his voice was still full of emotion and explosive, "Why has no one ascended within a thousand years? Why did the monks of a thousand years ago be able to ascend to the immortal day and night, while we have been cultivating day after day, year after year, paying hundreds, thousands, and thousands of times more hard than them, but we are still struggling to enter the realm, struggling in this mortal world?"

Why! Why!

This world is not supposed to be like this!"

Everyone in the audience looked at each other, and a few people showed some interest, but still no one responded.

The short monk paced back and forth on the stage: "All of you present are the leaders of the younger generation, they are geniuses with wonderful qualifications, and they are all worshiped by the best of the sect.

As we all know, today's sects are much larger and smaller than the stars in the sky, while the immortal sects of a thousand years ago were only a hundred, two thousand years ago were only a dozen, and three thousand years ago were only a few...... There are three thousand avenues, and different paths lead to the same end. There are 3,000 Taoisms, and the source is one family.

The exercises we have mastered now are all incomplete and fallacious. This mistake continues to happen today. A sect is divided and divided, and it is extended again and again, and a practice is divided and changed again and again. It is getting farther and farther away from the original and most correct way to seek immortals, and the various factions turn a blind eye, and they are still holding on to the view of the gate in a tortious way, holding on to those ridiculous interests, blocking our original original intention and blocking our ascension road. ”

The short monk thumped his chest and was heartbroken, "How can there be such a truth in the world?

In the crowd, Meng Liangliang, who finally joined Pang Xie, asked in doubt, "Why do I feel that this scene is a bit familiar." ”

Pang Xie felt the same way, but he couldn't remember when or where he had seen a similar scene.

On the stage, the short and thin monk turned around and flew onto the lotus seat, and roared angrily: "We, we must break those who don't know the so-called gateway views, and kick those ridiculous and pedantic rules." Let the three thousand Dao methods return to the source, remove the false and retain the true. Only by mastering a true cultivation method can you have the hope of ascending!"

The rosette, which was already tilted, was stomped on by him, and the rosette brushed the edge of the pit and slid down a few inches, making a screeching sound like an iron nail scratching glass, and it staggered for a while before it shuddered and came to a halt again.

However, none of these affected the short and thin monk, his rhythm was unmistakably steady, and his tone gradually became high, full of passion that had nowhere to place, "Yunhai Immortal Mountain will brave the world's condemnation and become the forerunner of reopening the path of ascension."

This is Yunhai Immortal Mountain, and this will become a university without walls in the Immortal Cultivation Realm. Everyone can learn the true cultivation method here, embark on the path of immortality, and ascend to the heavens.

We are the younger generation of the Immortal Cultivation Realm, and we are the future of the Immortal Cultivation Realm. Only if we change, the world of immortal cultivation will change. Only when we are brave can our descendants enjoy our blessings.

Change, we can't go on like this. Instead of boiling frogs in warm water and rolling around in this earthly world, it is better to give it a go and change the pattern of the immortal cultivation world and change the laws of this world together.

Perhaps, we will bear the accusation, perhaps, we will shed blood and tears, but everything we have endured today will become a monument to future generations to look up to.

There are no losers, only those who give up. As long as we are determined not to give up, we will be able to change the world. ”

"Come on. The thin monk flicked his sleeves and let the fierce wind blow on him. He clenched his fist with one hand and raised it high, like a sharp sword piercing the sky, "Let's break the rules together!"