Bai Yun struggled to get up like a baby toddler, but after absorbing the internal force of the old Confucian student, the sea of qi seemed to have thousands of waterfalls flowing straight down, and there seemed to be thousands of horses galloping, which was difficult to control.

"The internal force is divided into seven products, but the more the master of the sea of qi will become more and more vigorous, such as the hundred rivers and streams converge into the sea, but if you want to change from a trickle to a vast sea, the more internal force you need to accumulate, after you absorb the internal force of the old Confucian, the internal force in the sea of qi has reached the fourth grade, just rely on your body that day into the realm, how can you control it. The middle-aged man didn't look at Bai Yun, his eyes stared directly at the wine in the glass, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Senior, if you let those three people run away, the consequences will be unimaginable. Bai Yun said with his forehead almost touching the floor.

"Eh, I said that you kid really don't hit the south wall and don't die, a tendon is in the end, those Tianlonghui hornets don't know your intention to go down the mountain at all, what are you afraid of setting off?" The middle-aged man not only has strange hair, but also likes to pretend to be a ghost: "Do you use a knife to kill chickens? Don't worry about it." ”

The second monk of Baiyun Zhangzhang couldn't touch his head, and remembered the word ice soul for no reason, and the expression of the old Confucian appeared in his mind again.

"Their purpose is obvious, they are here for what is on you. The middle-aged man said as he spun the empty porcelain cup with two fingers.

"What is it?" Bai Yun said after a moment's consideration, "Ice Soul?"

"Not bad. The middle-aged man raised his head slightly.

"Senior, to tell you the truth, I really don't have any ice soul on me, only a relic left by my master. Bai Yun said helplessly.

The middle-aged man immediately put down his wine glass, stood up leisurely, and squatted down beside Bai Yun: "Take out your master's relics and show them to me." ”

Bai Yun's face was solemn and hesitant.

"Boy, if I want to rob you of your things, do I need to talk nonsense with you here?" the man gave the boy a blank look.

Bai Yun lowered his head after thinking about it, slowly rolled up his sleeves, took off the rosewood beads on his wrist and handed them to the middle-aged man.

After the middle-aged man took the string of Buddhist beads made for the East China Sea rosewood, he suddenly felt that a powerful cold current continued to pour into the meridians.

"The Ice Soul is really among them!" the man said secretly in his heart, and after a closer look, he found that each bead was carved with a plain and elegant cloud pattern, and a familiar name appeared on one of the beads.

The middle-aged man trembled, and a lingering thought rushed to his heart.

The gray-clothed old monk Li Jingxi?

"You say this string of wooden beads is a relic of your master?" the middle-aged man confirmed again.

Bai Yun nodded in reply, a look of loss flashing across his eyes.

"You are a Taoist disciple, how can your master have a Buddhist meditation thing?" the middle-aged man asked.

"I grew up with Master in Beiyang, and only later did I worship under the Bun Xia Gate, and this string of wooden beads is a relic he left to me. Bai Yun said palely.

"That master who has worked hard to bring you up, but is it a gray-clothed monk?" the middle-aged man continued.

Bai Yun nodded.

"Can the name be Li Jingxi?" The middle-aged man's eyes were surprisingly bright.

Bai Yun was surprised, and nodded again and again: "How do you know, senior?"

"He's dead?" the middle-aged man asked in an incredulous tone instead of answering Bai Yun's question.

Bai Yun was silent, his face became extremely ugly, and he trembled all over.

"How did you die?" the middle-aged man asked in a deep voice.

Bai Yun shook his head and said, "I was plotted by a man in black wearing a mask... ”

"Died in Beiyan?" said the middle-aged man gloomily.

A crystal clear tear slipped to his mouth, and Bai Yun sobbed in a low voice: "The big knife pierced through his chest and back, and blood flowed profusely. ”

The middle-aged man no longer asked the roots, and gently flicked the wooden beads in his hand.

In order to prevent the world-destroying evil Jiao from harming all living beings again, the gray-clothed old monk went to the position of presiding over the Muru Temple, and went to the north to suppress the ice soul with his own luck, and since then he has disappeared from the rivers and lakes. Buddhism has a saying that sowing good causes will yield good results, and sowing evil causes will yield evil results, but this worldly person has died in a foreign land so desolately. This is what the Buddhas said about the cycle of cause and effect, good and evil are rewarded? Thinking of this middle-aged man's brows, he frowned without leaving a trace.

"Senior, do you have a friendship with my master?" Bai Yun asked calmly

"I don't know. The middle-aged man then returned the Buddha beads to Bai Yun, got up and said, "It's just that I've heard of this worldly Rulai." ”

The middle-aged man's gaze fell on the disciple of Jixia in front of him, and he pondered for a moment and said, "The ice soul that the old Confucian wants to take is hidden in this wooden bead. ”

Bai Yun hesitated for a while, but finally decided to spit out the doubts in his heart: "Senior, what is the ice soul, why does this wooden bead help me save me every time I am in danger?"

"The ice soul is sealed with the spirit of a world-destroying evil Jiao. The middle-aged man said with a restrained expression: "To put it succinctly, the Ice Soul has the power to destroy the world and destroy the world, and those who get the Ice Soul will get the rivers and lakes, which is why the old Confucian of the Heavenly Dragon Society is messing around, and he has to force you to hand over the Ice Soul." ”

"So the four-rank internal power in my body is all the credit of the Ice Soul?" Bai Yun was taken aback, he didn't expect that such an earth-shattering secret was hidden in this bead.

"Not bad. The middle-aged man folded his arms and said, "Don't let down your master's thoughts." ”

"It's just... The middle-aged man's face was gloomy again.

"Senior, if you have something to say, you might as well say it directly. Bai Yun wondered.

"Do you know why your master is as thin as wood, with yellow muscles and thin face?" the middle-aged man sat down on a tiger chair in the room.

Bai Yun always thought that the reason why the gray-clothed old monk was yellow and thin was because he was hungry and getting older, but when he heard the middle-aged man say this, it seemed that there was a reason hidden here, so he shook his head and replied, "Why?"

"Although the power of the evil Jiao is sealed in the ice soul, but the evil Jiao is bloodthirsty and has a deep spirit, not only will it involve the internal force of others but also eat the master's essence blood, the reason why your master's face is as yellow as the earth and thin like a withered branch, it is actually caused by the backlash of the ice soul, but fortunately, he has a deep foundation, and he can barely suppress the cold spirit of the ice soul with all his qi, and his face seems to be an understatement, but in fact, your master is suffering from the pain of cutting flesh every day and night. The middle-aged man sighed softly and said: "If it weren't for the ice soul that made your master fall into the realm, where would the second place in the world get the Buddha of the Western Regions, like your master in the world, the bald donkeys before and after Amitabha Buddha can't be counted, but if it really can't I go to hell, whoever goes to hell will only count him." ”

"Senior, do you really not know my master?" Seeing the middle-aged man's words, Bai Yun asked in surprise

The middle-aged man who tied up his bun was stunned, knew that he had missed his mouth, touched his bare forehead, and hurriedly explained: "I'm not very familiar." ”

"To get back to the point, everything must be done according to your ability, you kid is like a bald donkey! I don't know how to turn a corner, even if you let you catch up with those three people, what if you lose your life, your master will smile under Jiuquan?" The middle-aged man shook his head, as if he didn't dare to compliment Bai Yun's understanding.

Bai Yun tried to stand up again, and in an instant he fell again.

"Don't be reckless, just for your sake, for your roast chicken, I will make an exception to be a living bodhisattva. The middle-aged man paced around behind Bai Yun, opened the clothes on his back, and pointed his fingers on the acupuncture points on his back, bursts of hot air coming out of Bai Yun's holes.

Bai Yun bit his lip tightly, and did not make a sound from beginning to end, and there was hot air swimming through the meridians, and the meridians around his body were like the pain of breaking bones.

It wasn't until the burst of heat drifted to the dantian that Bai Yun couldn't help but let out a sharp pain.

"Concentrate and hold your breath, gather your dantian, don't shout like a pig, the veins of the Tiancheng realm want to bear the internal force of the four grades, it is simply nonsense and ridiculous, the slightest carelessness will explode the sea of qi, and the meridians will be cut off and the seven holes will bleed to death. Dou Changan's tone was obviously solemn: "Gold has feet and feet, jade has color, although the internal force in your sea of qi is vigorous and full, it is chaotic and disorderly, and it is chaotic, in addition to part of the internal force of the old Confucian students of the Dragon Society that day, there are other people and your own internal force, which is simply muddy water stirring muddy sand. ”

The young man endured the severe pain and closed his eyes, his face was red and transparent, and beads of sweat kept sliding down his forehead like rain, but before he could pass the eyebrow line, he was steamed into wisps of mist.

"I'll help you sweep away the excess internal force that can't be digested in the sea of qi now, and then straighten it out one by one for you to use for yourself! You have to remember the order in which the internal force travels in the meridians, and you will peel off the cocoon yourself in the future. After that, the middle-aged man walked with his fingers on the back of the young bronze.

The fingers fell together and made a clanging sound, where the fingertips went, Bai Yun's back seemed to be burned by a red-hot piece of iron, falling one red mark after another, and the internal forces scattered throughout the body were combined, condensing towards the sea of qi one by one, and the rest of the chaotic internal force was all forced out of the body by the middle-aged man with internal force.

The white clouds are as red as the sunset, hot and smoking.

The middle-aged man who tied up his bun quickly withdrew his fingers, touched the beads of sweat on his forehead, and asked calmly: "Boy, I didn't expect that a Buddha fetus Dao root was born in your body." ”

Bai Yun didn't know how to answer this question, his eyebrows furrowed, and he opened his mouth to stammer.

Dou Changan didn't say much, and probably didn't have much interest in this topic, only said four words: "It's good to do it yourself." ”

Bai Yun's face returned to normal at a speed visible to the naked eye, he wanted to reach out and wipe the sweat beads on his face, but he was shocked to find that the sweat beads were dried by internal force as early as the morning dew in the afternoon, he stabilized his body and stood up, the feeling of uncertainty was swept away, and he tried to drive the internal force, only to realize that the weather of the entire sea of qi was completely different from before, static was like stopping water, and moving was like a tiger.

"Okay, so many days have been cleared, you guys go, don't bother me here. The middle-aged man shook his sleeves and returned to the table to take a sip of wine.

Bai Yun was confused, this middle-aged man's temperament was really weird, one moment he was still helping himself to straighten out the sea of qi, and the next moment he was in a hurry to send the guest out.

"What's the matter, I am reluctant to leave? Is it reluctant to leave this paradise? or reluctant to give up my peach blossom wine?" After speaking, Dou Changan threw the wine jug to Bai Yun.

Bai Yun took the wine jug and drank a small sip, then choked and coughed, seeing that Bai Yun was ruining the wine, the middle-aged man hurriedly grabbed the wine jug and said, "Don't spoil my wine." ”

Bai Yun mentioned Shen Tu and bowed respectfully: "Thank you seniors for saving your life, dare to ask your seniors for their names, and Bai Yun will definitely come to repay this kindness in person if he has the opportunity one day." ”

"The surname is Dou, and the name is Chang'an. ”

"Come on, these old etiquettes are not uncommon for me to be broken, you don't have to live up to your master's expectations of you," the middle-aged man named Dou Changan said impatiently.

Bai Yun was about to push open the wooden door, when he suddenly remembered something important, turned around and said, "Senior, how should we get out of this Yunmengze?"

Dou Changan took a deep breath, scratched his bare forehead and said, "Okay, send the Buddha to the west!"

After that, the middle-aged man took out a chicken leg that he hadn't finished gnawing last night, and led Baiyun out of the door.

"The more you drink the chicken thighs with wine, the more you have to cheapen that toad. Dou Changan muttered to himself.