After saying goodbye to the little monk for a long time, Chang Xi asked if the little monk was in the temple at this time, and was told that the little monk was still walking to Kunlun in the northern region, but on the way, he had asked someone to send a letter back to Hongyuan Temple, so that the presiding abbot and the brothers could know all the incredible things that happened to him.

When Chang Xi learned that the little monk had become a major cultivator of the Yuan Infant Realm after an epiphany, he suddenly cried and laughed, but he didn't expect that the little monk who was one line worse than his cultivation would make a fortune in a muffled voice, although he knew that the practice method of Hongyuan Temple was very different from ordinary Buddhism, but he really never expected that the Buddha's wish power was terrifying.

The area at the foot of Jingting Mountain is wide, together with the Hongyuan Temple full of peach blossoms, the old monk led Chang Xi through the temple, the monks in the temple saw that the two of them all bowed down and folded their palms together to salute, and Chang Xi also returned the salute with the customs.

Ordinary pilgrims have walked through the Baizhang Buddha Mountain Road, and they have to stop after arriving at the Yingdian Hall and the Mida Palace, and some people in the immortal cultivation world have to set foot in the chanting hall at most, and it is not good to go too deep with a thick face, so in addition to the bustling mountain gate in the Hongyuan Temple, the temple is actually very quiet.

The old monk led Chang Xi to stop and go, telling about the many secrets of the temple, obviously not treating Chang Xi as an outsider, and Chang Xi was also happy to hear it. Although he has made up countless knowledge of the Kyushu Immortal Cultivation Realm from the Sixth Senior Sister for several months, and there is a lot of ink in his stomach, he finally feels shallow on paper, not to mention that these secrets have never been recorded in the book, even the Sixth Senior Sister has no way of knowing, one old and one young stop and go, and within a moment, Chang Xi will gain a lot of knowledge.

The two stopped in front of a well-repaired liao garden in the temple, the green bamboo and peach blossoms in the liao garden are shaded, the spring water in the clear pond on one side is dingdong, and it is the sweet and clear spring on Jingting Mountain, a few fish swimming down the mountain spring in the spring in the spring raise their heads and spit bubbles, the old monk is kind and kind, raised his palm to make a gesture of invitation and smiled: "This is the liao garden prepared for Chang Gongzi you, and only this liao garden can be taken in the small temple, compared to the cave heaven blessed land of Qingyun Mountain, please also invite Chang Gongzi Haihan." ”

Chang Xi reciprocated with a peach, and said respectfully: "Such an elegant scenery is second to none even if it is placed in the back mountain, which makes the seniors bother." ”

The old monk smiled and nodded, this son became famous at a young age, just at the age of high-spirited youth, but he is not leaky when he treats people and things, and what he says is even more comfortable, and then recalls the arrogance of those so-called Tianjiao who travels through the rivers and lakes every time he travels in the ordinary first- and second-grade sects, and he just can't wait to see how many eyes Ma Wang Ye has.

The old monk led Chang Xi to a quiet place in the temple, the green bamboo fence circled a pure land, and an elderly monk wearing a golden robe next to the bluestone table and chair got up and put his hands together and smiled: "Chang Gongzi is finally here." ”

There can only be one monk who can wear a golden robe on his shoulders in any temple, and the identity of the elderly monk naturally does not need to be guessed, Chang Xi bowed his hand and quipped: "If Hongganji Temple is bigger, I'm afraid the abbot will have to wait for the younger generation for a while." ”

The abbot who did not carry the elder shelf at all invited Chang Xi to sit down, and the old monk on the side took out the tea set to make tea and divide the tea, and saw Chang Xi, who was respected as the core disciple of the five sects, get up and take the teacup with both hands, and the first impression of the presiding abbot on the young man in front of him who saved Jueming and did not hesitate to give him a great opportunity was really good, and stroked his beard and smiled: " Although I know why Chang Gongzi came, but after all, I still have to say a few more words, since Chang Gongzi has completed his studies and entered the world, he naturally wants to play a prestige among the major sects, but among the young generation of Hongyuan Temple, I really can't find anyone who can take a few punches and kicks from Chang Gongzi. ”

Chang Xi almost squirted out the tea in his mouth, a little crying and laughing, feeling as if the heinous squire bully had entered the village and was remembered by everyone, as if he was closer to the point where everyone shouted and beaten.

Since the old abbot knew his intention, Chang Xi simply got straight to the point, dispelled the old abbot's worries, continued to take a sip of hot tea, and asked, "Isn't there a young monk in Hongyuan Temple who has cultivated the body of a little King Kong now?"

The old abbot smiled bitterly: "There is nature, but to practice the little King Kong physique, you need to absorb the void air breath into the body and travel around the day before it can be first achieved, only this step already contains great danger, if there is no senior brother and elder to protect the Dharma on the side, it is likely that a careless will be wiped out under the void air, presumably Chang Gongzi also died at that time, right?"

Chang Xi nodded solemnly, at that time, his situation was more dangerous than others, he and the little monk Jueming were already seriously injured, and there was a corpse face Jiao outside the shield who wanted to kill him and then quickly, only by attracting the void air into the body could the little King Kong body be able to die for a lifetime, and if he changed the others, I am afraid that there is no need to draw the void air into the body at all, and he will be directly cut in two by the corpse face Jiao before.

The old abbot said calmly: "Polishing the little King Kong physique is not a monk chanting the Buddha to improve the realm, or need to continue to sharpen, although the temple has a bronze array for the disciples who practice the little King Kong physique to practice the body, but in the end it is not as good as walking between life and death, there are many ascetics in the temple who are willing to help the world like Jueming, only two or three out of ten remain, but in addition to Jueming, there are still no young Buddhist disciples who can complete the cultivation of the little King Kong physique. ”

Chang Xi deeply thinks that refining the body is different from practicing the sword, you only need to find a sword to understand it well, and refining the body not only requires great perseverance, but also costs money. Grinding muscles and bones can stimulate the potential of the body, but it will also inevitably strain the muscles, which will require countless medicinal baths refined by heavenly and earthly treasures to nourish the body.

The slightly inferior medicated baths can only soothe the pain, the more advanced ones can nourish the body, and the top-level medicated baths are the most wonderful.

Chang Xi thought about the days when he was arrested by Mo Lao and went to Zangdao Peak to refine his body when he just returned to Qingyun Mountain from Cangxi Prefecture, he was practiced by Mo Lao like a dead dog during the day, and at night he was stuffed into a medicine urn full of medicinal liquid and stayed up all night stewing soup like a pig's head, and the next day he crawled out of the medicine urn softly and was about to continue to be drilled, and Mo Lao's roar could often be heard in his ears: "You rotten mud that can't support the wall! Do you know how much this pot of medicinal soup is, and you can't afford to sell this big mud ten times!"

In a trance, he asked, "How much is this pot of soup worth?"

Mo Lao gritted his teeth and said word by word: "One hundred thousand spirit stones in one pot!"

Since then, Chang Xi has insisted on making the stewed pig's head with a clear head no matter what, and it is precisely because of his high investment and the support of Mo Lao that Chang Xi's little King Kong physique can reach a level that no one in today's generation of young Buddhist disciples can match.

The old abbot smiled and asked: "Since Chang Gongzi wants to go further, can you let the old man see how Chang Gongzi's little King Kong is now? Don't hide it from Gongzi, this incomprehensible hazy feeling on your body should be from the formation mirror of the July master in the back mountain of Qingyun Mountain, right? With this covering aura, I really can't see through Chang Gongzi's little King Kong physique." ”