"It's a pity that I'm not good at learning, and the endless sea of suffering unfolds only three feet above my head. ”

The little monk with the name of Jue Ming smiled for the first time since leaving Honggan Temple, and the highly respected host of Honggan Temple once touched his top scar, and said with a smile that Jue Ming will give birth to Huigen tomorrow, and he will meet nobles in the future.

The little monk Jueming didn't think about it, he only felt that the black fox Qiu Jianxiu who was close to him next to him had an indescribable good feeling, and the fine iron Zen staff that never left his hand was pestled by him, and the firelight reflected the little monk's face that was becoming more and more red because of joy.

When you meet a bosom friend in a foreign country, you can't say enough.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at a hidden golden line in the clouds in the sky, and Chang Xi asked: "Although Hongyuan Temple is ranked among the first-class Buddhist sects in Huizhou, but you only have the strength to build the foundation realm, even if you want to take the path of Pudu sentient beings, is it too early?"

The little monk's eyes were solemn and said: "Amitabha, the world is already suffering, if the disciples of Buddhism are also afraid of hardships and difficulties, how can they correct the results?"

Chang Xi's eyes widened and said, "If you are learning something similar to the ascetic monk who rescued the people of Li from fire and water, I can understand it, but how could you get involved with such a group of rabble in this buried bone river?"

The little monk touched his slippery head and said, "The little monk originally wanted to go north and see what kind of scenery the towering Kunlun, the head of the five sects, was like. Passing through this buried bone river, I saw Fang Lao Du Niangzi and his group of four people Yin Tang with black faces and life and death, and the little monk walked with them to see if they could save the calamity, which was also a merit. ”

Chang Xi held his forehead speechlessly, and then laughed.

He really wanted to knead Jueming's smooth head, and dared to love this Buddhist person not only has a stubborn temperament like a tendon, but this heart is also very scary. It is already extremely dangerous to enter the Buried Bone River by building a foundation realm for cultivation, and it is not easy to protect others?

If he hadn't rescued him in time before, I'm afraid that the little monk would never have seen the Kunlun Immortal Palace overlooking Kyushu on the majestic snow-capped mountains in the northwest in his life.

Somehow, he suddenly remembered the corpse general in the Bishan Mausoleum, Chang Xi's heart moved, and asked, "Do you have the great power of Buddhism in Hongyuan Temple to practice the vajra physique?"

Jue Ming nodded and replied, "Of course there is." ”

Chang Xi told the little monk about the appearance and astonishing physique of the corpse general in the Bishan Mausoleum, and the little monk pondered for a long time, and finally put his palms together and said slowly: "In the eyes of the little monk, the so-called corpse general is probably the King Kong physique." ”

But before Chang Xi could see the joy in his heart, the little monk waved his hand again and said seriously: "But what the corpse will practice must not be the real King Kong incorruptible body, it can only be regarded as stepping into the threshold." ”

Chang Xi's boiling strength in the sea of blood has not been less than 70,000 jin so far, although the strength far exceeds that of the same level, but the strength of his physical body has gradually failed to keep up with his progress. Even with the help of stacking waves, even if you have the help of stacking waves, you will still have the pain of your body being torn apart.

The delay in self-cultivation has always been a thorn in Chang Xi's heart, and now that he has the opportunity to understand what the real Vajra is not bad, Chang Xi is naturally sincere in asking for advice.

The little monk said with a smile: "Actually, you already know that the Vajra Immortal Body is to enter the void and retreat and cultivate. The void is dangerous and abnormal, it is not that you can successfully cultivate by holding your breath and concentrating after escaping into the void, but that you can attract the void air into your body and let the void air flow to Zhou Cai. ”

Chang Xi was amazed when he heard this, a wisp of void air in the mountain mausoleum could make them avoid snakes and scorpions and be afraid of tigers and leopards, not to mention that this was a terrifying statement that was like seeking money and killing people.

With a slight movement of the ten fingers crossed on his chest, Chang Xi remembered the things in the storage bag, and then asked: "I saw that ordinary people touched the void air and immediately withered their bodies, and the kung fu of half a cup of tea became like a dry corpse that could not die anymore, how to draw qi into the body?"

The little monk was very secretive about this, and only put his palms together and lowered his eyebrows and recited the Buddhist scriptures: "Only with great perseverance can you have great freedom." ”

At that moment, he seemed to have an understanding, but he couldn't grasp it, it was fleeting.

The word Burial Soul of Burial Soul Ridge lives up to its name, and the heavy black clouds on the top of the head make people feel bored and breathless, and the strange rocks on Burial Soul Ridge look like bones stripped of skin and flesh from a distance.

There is no way to go in the Soul Ridge, all are rugged mountain roads, several people are walking back and forth, Du Niangzi, who can make a man climb the immortal in bed, has a willow waist like duckweed in the waves, and the one who walks in front of him is called a frightened heart, so that the bearded man widens his eyes and only looks at the stiff hips under the tight waist and sways from side to side, and the ghost is so obsessed that he can't take a step under his feet for a long time. The woman's pair of small lotus feet have suffered such hardships, so they have to work hard to keep themselves from falling into the team.

Chang Xi stretched out his hand to touch the rock wall, his hand was not as cold as he imagined, but an indescribable slippery feeling, he put his finger in front of his nose and asked to sniff, the faint smell of blood on it was the same as the red mist floating in the mountain stream from time to time.

The plants growing here are unusually wide and fat, Chang Xi plucked a sabertooth grass from the rock peak, the hideous dense teeth on both sides of the grass blades are as sharp as a sword, and it is not difficult to find that the veins of the entire sabertooth grass are flowing with a terrifying scarlet sap, which is completely different from the ordinary sabertooth grass that is no more than three feet long, and the whole sabertooth grass seems to swallow the twisted desire of being anxious and bloodthirsty.

It is hard to imagine how many monks buried their bones here in the Soul Burial Ridge back then, and the remaining bones and flesh could affect the water and soil of one side.

The little monk's hand holding the fine iron Zen staff became tighter and tighter, his lips were slightly closed and he was silently reciting Buddhist scriptures, he raised his head and looked at Chang Xi, shook his head, and his expression was full of solemnity and solemnity.

A few people were cautious along the way, but there were also some good gains, Chang Xi now has a very high vision, and he can't look down on these low-level herbs and magic weapons left by ancient monks hundreds of years ago. A simple long sword passed through him, and the spiritual power rolled like a silkworm, shaking away a little rust on the long sword in an instant.

After a closer look, this smelting method is really ordinary, and it was directly given to the ranger behind him who had not taken a breath of air since he entered the Soul Burial Ridge, which made the ranger who had never received any good things a burst of gratitude.

A few people held their breath and turned around a few hills with a strange atmosphere, and walked dozens of miles away without incident, just when Chang Xi thought that there was no tequila in this Burial Soul Ridge, the entire Burial Soul Ridge and this Burial Bone River shook violently again.

This time the tremor was like a ground dragon turning over, far from being comparable to the previous times, and the towering peaks collapsed into huge rubble and rolled down the mountain stream. Everyone was shocked and stabilized their heels, and each showed their magic to block the falling rubble.

Chang Xi did not take root under his feet and did not produce a sword, the sword qi in the black fox fur that was blowing without wind was surging like a torrent, and the sleeves exploded like thunder in his body, and the boulder that obscured his vision was like tofu in front of the two sleeves of fierce sword qi, and it was instantly shattered into powder.

The little monk on the side used a Zen staff to pestle the ground, the robe rose solemn Buddha light, the diamond cover in the rain of rubble did not move, he looked at Chang Xi's eyes were full of energy, and he secretly figured out the power of the blue sword qi on his two sleeves, and found that it could be comparable to the powerful vajra palm of the best of his uncles.

The aftershocks did not subside, and a terrible scream suddenly came from the valley in the distance, Chang Xi's eyes flashed brightly, and he took the lead towards the valley with his sleeves behind him.