In the temple, the abbot building and the patriarch pavilion are only more than 100 zhang away from each other, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse at night, the abbot of Hongyuan Temple is unprecedentedly not chanting the Buddha with the monks in the chanting hall, but the top floor of the abbot building alone, in the compartment with a wide view on the top floor of the abbot building, the old man wearing a sloppy white cotton jacket and stepping on tattered straw shoes is half lying there, the beautiful scenery of the entire Hongyuan Temple is unobstructed in front of his eyes, but the sloppy old man only looks at the heavily guarded ancestral garden.

If the monk who cleans the abbot's building sees this scene, he will definitely think that the beggar has mixed into the abbot's building, but the sloppy old man is scattered around a large number of leftover chicken feet and chicken bones, obviously he has been here for a long time, but the monks who clean the abbot's building every day have always turned a blind eye, until the presiding abbot heard the sound of chicken bones falling to the ground last night, went upstairs to see, and his heart was shaken, so there was a scene of the abbot going to the top floor alone tonight.

The top floor was full of chicken bones and there was nowhere to stay, God knows how this famous old fellow could endure such a mess, the old abbot had no choice but to find a broom to clean it carefully, and make a good pot of tea, and fill the sloppy old fellow with a cup.

The sloppy old man grabbed the teacup with his greasy hand and drank it happily, pushed the empty cup back to the old abbot to signal that it was full, and said with a smile: "The pheasant on Jingting Mountain tastes good, the meat is firm and elastic, and it is at least 10,000 times stronger than your steamed buns in Wuguantang, won't your mouth fade out of a bird?"

If the monks of the Precept Institute in Hongyuan Temple were here, they would definitely scold the sloppy old man, but the old abbot filled the teacup full of oil handprints according to his words, and said helplessly: "No wonder the monks of Wuguantang said a few days ago that the kitchen rations disappeared a lot out of thin air, and it turned out that you were secretly making trouble." ”

The half-lying sloppy old man used a chicken bone with a sharp tail to comfortably pick his teeth, smacking his lips and laughing: "The old man deigned to eat your Hongyuan Temple's steamed buns, that gave you enough face, I want your Hongyuan Temple to go north to support the Kunlun front, when everyone was resting in the ice and snow, the old man also helped you make the steamed buns made by the old guy and shouted and shouted, but unfortunately it doesn't taste like that now." ”

The old abbot's face appeared and he recalled: "In the era of the war, if you don't give you food, drink and spiritual power for a few months, you will feel fragrant even if you eat snow." ”

The sloppy old man looked in the direction of the Patriarch Garden of Hongyuan Temple, and the corners of his wrinkled eyes narrowed slightly: "How long has that stinky boy been in?"

The old abbot took a sip of tea and looked at it as well, "It's been half a month." ”

The old abbot glanced at the sloppy old man meaningfully, and said: "With your realm cultivation, even if you sneak into the secret realm of Donkey Kong, there is no possibility of being discovered, why do you stay here for a few days, but it is the innocent pheasant on Jingting Mountain." ”

"Cut, your Hongyuan Temple is also the top first-class Buddhist gate in Huizhou, I want to sneak in so quietly, won't it ruin my reputation as a bully outside Qingyun Mountain?"

The sloppy old man buttoned his nose, flicked his fingers nonchalantly, and out of nowhere, he took out a roast chicken wing, shook it in front of the old abbot like a demonstration, and sneered: "I said Pure Sect, anyway, you have already cultivated to the consummation realm of Donkey Kong's immortal body, and the meat ring is completely useless, don't eat two bites?"

The abbot of the Pure Sect, who obviously had an excellent relationship with the sloppy old man, rolled his eyes very rarely, folded his hands and chanted to the chicken wings: "Amitabha." ”

Since Chang Xi used the Destruction Attack of the Great Opening and Closing when he was fighting against the Vajra Arhat, the abbot of the Jingzong had vaguely guessed that the closed disciple of the back mountain of Qingyun Mountain and the sloppy old man in front of him must have an inseparable relationship.

The cultivation of the sloppy old man has been crowned in Kyushu more than 100 years ago, but it was only a few decades ago when the mountain tomb was attacked by the demon clan and exiled to the void, and then in the north to support Kunlun in the blocking battle a few years ago, he fought alone against the three demon clan refining void realm powers, and won one death and two serious injuries, so that all the sect families in the Immortal Dao Alliance recorded this name.

Qingyun Mountain Tibetan Road Peak, Mo Ran.

Mo Lao's eyes condensed slightly, and he said with some unease: "Chang Xi's chance of success in entering this Donkey Kong secret realm is not high, have you ever prepared a backup just in case?"

The abbot of the Jingzong sighed, obviously also worried, "Naturally, before Chang Gongzi entered the Donkey Kong Secret Realm, the old man handed him a talisman jade talisman, as long as he felt unbearable or had an accident, as long as he crushed the jade talisman, the old man would detect and close the void formation at the first time." ”

Mo Lao was worried, gnawed half of the chicken wings and felt like chewing wax, threw it aside, his eyes were fixed on the abbot in front of him who had fought side by side with him, and said: "Chang Xi, this kid is the worst realm cultivation among the previous disciples in Houshan, with his current cultivation in the Jindan Middle Realm, it is still too unrealistic to defeat the Tianjiao of the younger generation in Tianyun City, so he chose to come to Hongyuan Temple to practice Donkey Kong Immortal Body at the first stop, old man, even if Chang Xi can't succeed in his cultivation, you must ensure that his life is worry-free! ”

The abbot of Jingzong looked like a Buddha, put his hands together and said: "The old man should do his best." ”

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Chang Xi closed his eyes tightly, his mind was clear, and his whole body was still in endless torment.

Half a month of suffering was not fruitless, on the contrary, Chang Xi had tempered a body that was far more indestructible than the little Donkey Kong physique, and he already vaguely knew how to cultivate the Donkey Kong immortal body.

While tearing at the flesh and bones, the power of the void will also quietly change the direction of the meridians, in other words, it will change the circulation mode of blood and spiritual power, and the original mature circulation system will be torn apart overnight.

However, if it is only restored to the original meridian direction and circulation system, it means that it is immutable, and Chang Xi must recast the meridian direction layout and Zhou Tian operation system according to the structure that is most suitable for withstanding the tearing of the void.

Chang Xi thought to himself that it was no wonder that there were not many people who could practice Donkey Kong's immortal body, even if they could endure the endless pain in the void, if they couldn't reshape the meridians and the Zhou Tian cycle, it would still be no different from self-severance.

Fortunately, Chang Xi, who has been meticulous since he stepped into the immortal realm, has a good understanding of the meridian layout and Zhou Tian circulation in his body, not to mention that he also has the Moon Rainbow Sword Spirit who is not suppressed by the power of the void by his side to give advice, in half a month, Chang Xi successfully transformed the meridians that were torn into fragments, and reshaped a new structure, this new meridian structure and Zhou Tian circulation system were only in the beginning, so that Chang Xi couldn't help but give birth to an arrogant illusion that the world was invincible.

Although the meridians and circulation system of the new structure are still a little jerky to operate, Chang Xi is not worried about these, as long as he can successfully train the Donkey Kong Immortal Body, there will be time to warm up the new meridians after that.

The medicinal liquid under the majestic body has been transparent several times, the golden sea of blood boiling and surging in the chest is a thousand zhang waves, the golden keel is surrounded by an ancient and heavy aura that was not there before, the sword intent keel has taken shape, and the power of Long Wei has quietly improved a notch, Chang Xi's fingertips condensed a trace of silence and true intent that he felt by chance, and it bloomed like a flower and white bones, beautiful and dangerous.

In the artistic conception of life and death, silence is a higher level in the artistic conception of death, Chang Xi gently stroked the flower bones like a treasure, just imagine what a terrifying situation it would be if this finger containing silence could be clicked.

Feeling that the prototype of Donkey Kong's immortal body had been formed, the corners of Chang Xi's mouth raised, he didn't know how other monks comprehended the true meaning of immortality in Donkey Kong's immortal body, but in his eyes, after surviving the initial pain of life and death and racking his brains to think about why he was immortal, he suddenly realized a simple truth, which was even so simple that it was a little ridiculous.

Since you want to pursue immortality,

That's as long as you don't die.