The matter of refining the inner armor was finalized, Wang Dazhi couldn't help but feel better, and even looked at the vendors selling on the side of the road and felt cute!

After finding an inn, Wang Dazhi stayed, and when the spirit stones and pills were sufficient, Wang Dazhi felt the need to improve his strength as soon as possible.

Breaking through the twelfth layer of the Qi training period Wang Dazhi did not dare to hope for the time being, but at least he had to refine the eleventh layer of the Qi training period to perfection and prepare for breaking through the twelfth layer.

For seven consecutive days, Wang Dazhi almost stayed at home after coming to the inn, and practiced day and night......

Originally, Wang Dazhi didn't plan to fight like this, but this cultivation went very smoothly, Wang Dazhi didn't want to waste this opportunity, so he seized the time and didn't waste a minute and a second to cultivate, which is still relatively rare in Wang Dazhi!

For a while, Wang Dazhi's house was full of aura and immortality, and the aura entered the meridians along Wang Dazhi's pores, running along the routes in the meridians, and finally slowly returned to the dantian.

Cultivation pays attention to the understanding of thoughts, Wang Dazhi is like this at this time, and the reason for this time is actually due to Master Jin Tuo, who perfectly solved the armor problem and made him no longer worry about this matter!

In addition, Wang Dazhi was in Foguang County at this time, and it was only a short two-day journey from Tianlong Temple, so that he almost no longer worried about his own safety, and his mind was able to let go.

Three days later, Wang Dazhi ushered in a long-lost breakthrough and successfully entered the twelfth layer of the Qi training period, Wang Dazhi did not stop cultivating immediately, but kept practicing until noon the next day, and then gradually woke up.

Consolidating cultivation is a very necessary thing, so even a minor monk like Wang Dazhi is cautious!

When you woke up and watched the thousands of fast spirit stones on the bed turn into powder again, Wang Dazhi's heart ached, and now he gradually understood how resource-consuming cultivation was.

However, he has not eaten for many days, and he is already hungry with his chest and back, how can he have more time to sigh here, and hurriedly going downstairs to fill the temple of the five organs is more anxious than anything else.

Downstairs by the window, Wang Dazhi ate and drank in front of a table full of delicacies, this is Wang Dazhi's routine, every time he breaks through or is in a good mood.

Speaking of this habit, it is still imperceptibly brought from the earth, and there is a saying that "life can be done, and life can also be exquisite." "If Wang Dazhi could, he would rather be so particular about it every day!

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At this time, Tianlong Temple has completely changed its appearance at this time, expanding the mountain and building to deal with the large number of monks who came to Tianlong Temple, the number of people who were originally expected to hit new highs, Tianlong Temple is also a famous faction, how can the monks sleep in the open air, which makes the monks of Tianlong Temple bitter!

This building has just been built, and a group of people have nowhere to live, so they have to build again, fortunately, the monks of Tianlong Temple are all monks, otherwise in this era without hanging towers and excavators, maybe these monks would have been exhausted to death.

However, the places that can be built on the mountain are basically all floors, so the only way to move mountains and stones is to use great mana! For a while, Tianlong Temple seemed to have a great leap forward, and it changed every few days.

Looking at the scene of the laborers moving in front of him, Qing sighed: "I don't know if the Ten Thousand Buddhas Conference is held in Tianlong Temple is a blessing or a curse!"

"Where did Uncle Shi say this?" asked Tongde suspiciously, and all the senior monks of Tianlong Temple on the side looked at Qing Lun at the same time.

"I hope I'm too worried!" Qing Du didn't say much, but all the senior monks present were all wise and thoughtful, how could they not imagine.

All the senior monks recited the Buddha's name, and dispersed one by one, since there will be unforeseen things happening, how can they not arrange the troops!

Leng Xingyuan has been staying in Tianlong Temple recently, and the Ten Thousand Buddhas Conference is held once in a hundred years, since he met him, he planned to take a look, but there was no inseparable Zuo Leng around him, so that his mood has been in a low state!

Xiang He, a person who has always wanted to try to live in the world under his control, seems to be stoic and strong, but in fact, when the person he really cares about suddenly dies, his heart is extremely painful, and the whole person's worldview is confused!

I am a little confused, I don't know if what I have insisted on in the past is correct, and I begin to doubt myself, maybe everyone is like this, but the more persistent people are, the more difficult it is to break free from it!

Tianryu Temple, a sacred place of Buddhism, has long been as quiet and secluded as it used to be, and now the mountain is full of monks, although the date of the conference has not yet arrived, but many monks have arrived early.

Especially some monks who knew the inside story of this conference, they needed to come in advance and discuss the arrangements in advance, but their behavior made more monks follow this gust of wind to come early, which was unexpected by Tianlong Temple!

The so-called Ten Thousand Buddhas Conference does not prevent monks who do not have invitations, that is, everyone who comes is a guest, and they must be entertained well......

In the past, there were not so many monks participating in the Ten Thousand Buddhas Conference, but this time it was overcrowded for some reason, but as the organizer of this time, Tianlong Temple could not drive people out, which made the monks of Tianlong Temple have some suffering.

As the organizer of Tianlong Temple, of course, I hope that through this conference, the sect will be famous all over the world, shine in the world, and increase its popularity!

However, the monks who came were far beyond the expectations of the eminent monks. When there are more monks, there will be fighting!

As the organizer of Tianlong Temple, you can't ignore it, otherwise the conference has not been held, and there will be a mess here, and the corpses will be all over the field, which will greatly affect the reputation of Tianlong Temple.

But it is very difficult to manage, first of all, there are many monks, and even some of them are not weak, and the little sand monk can't manage it, so if he has to manage it, he may have to put himself in!

High-level monks can maintain law and order, but the high-level monks of Tianlong Temple are also limited, and it is impossible to have more high-level monks in the entire Tianniu Continent, so there are a series of things that give the high-level of Tianlong Temple a headache!

As the days passed, the time of the conference was slowly approaching in anticipation of the monks, and no one would remember the strange clothes and unusual manners of Wang Dazhi now.

People get along with each other through the years of tempering, not after the years of washing friendship, just like the salted fish that has not been dried, in some seasons alternately, there will always grow a faint mildew......

If you continue to handle it and keep it properly, you may still be edible, but if you let the mold spread like this, the salted fish will rot and even the bones will be weathered!

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The flowers bloom a little, the leaves fall a few layers, lean quietly on the window, and mourn alone!

In the small courtyard, Leng Xingyuan leaned against the window and silently looked at the noisy and frolicking crowd outside, although this simple and unpretentious scene was close in front of him, Leng Xingyuan felt that this picture was so far away that it needed to travel through time and space to reach!

Loneliness is not in the mountains, but in the streets, not in one person, but among many.

Leng Xingyuan grabbed the eaves of the window with both hands, looking at the pure land in front of him, which was full of noisy laughter and scolding, he seemed so redundant at this moment, and suddenly he didn't know where he should be, only he had no place to return in this vast world!

At this moment, Leng Xingyuan suddenly began to wonder if his pursuits were really that important, but what is the purpose of living without dreams and pursuits?

On the road of pursuing dreams, there are always thorns, there will always fall, always scars after getting up, and there will be palpitations for a long time, and these cold travelers are far from caring......

But the person who always wanted him to witness the realization of his dream is now gone, whether this dream is still meaningful, maybe he should say whether his next life is meaningless!

Maybe the air in the room is stuffy and suffocating, Leng Xingyuan sits at the door decadently with a wine jug, it still can't resist the instinct of human nature!

Clumsy and slowly poured the wine into the wine glass in his left hand, and drank the wine in the glass with his head up, I don't know how long this kind of drunken dream and death will accompany me!

Sometimes, in an inadvertent moment, some people and some things become eternal, and no matter how sad they are, no matter how sorry they are, it is difficult to go back to the past!

Is there really a reversal of time in this world? How many people are obsessed with the past, toasting and confused, and this life can only meet again in a dream......

Dream wet empty steps, Xia Qi Yanlan, blue mountains and cloud trees, floating like a dream......

At night, Xiao Shami Qingyin came to Leng Xingyuan's residence again, and he was still drunk in front of the door, and the wine jar was crooked!

Qingyin once again helped Leng Xingyuan to the collapse, he didn't know how many times he had been like this these days!

sighed, looked at Leng Xingyuan, who was drunk like mud, and turned his head to stare at the crooked wine jar.

In the night, I saw a cold and distant drinking place in front of the door, and at this moment a bald little monk was sitting holding the wine jar and wanted to drink......