"Cut, the body is fast, what are you cultivating?" said the old man disapplausively.

"Spiritual Silence Great Perfection, I feel that during this time, I am vaguely about to break through, and it is possible to cultivate into a golden pill!"

"Spiritual Silence Great Perfection, your qualifications are unique among cultivators, but if you hadn't eaten the Vermilion Blossom Fruit by mistake back then, I'm afraid you would have to practice for another thirty years..."

"Huh!" The delicate girl woke up suddenly, threw herself towards Xiao Chuan, pulled up Xiao Chuan who was lying on the ground, and looked left and right. "Could it be that you have cultivated into a golden pill, it's not like it! What's going on?" The delicate woman knelt on the ground on one leg, moved her head, and pulled her ears.

Xiao Chuan was beaten by her for unknown reasons, and finally couldn't help it, and said angrily: "Scattered, scattered!"

The delicate woman came back to her senses and asked, "What is scattered?"

Xiao Chuan looked at him with an idiot expression and said, "Of course it's me, I'm about to be broken up by you!"

The delicate woman couldn't figure out what was going on, and she didn't want to give up, so her heart was itching.

"You also know how heavy your hand is, although you didn't use two points of strength with that kick just now, but it's not something that ordinary people can bear. Look at him, it's all right!"

The delicate woman looked at Xiao Chuan with round eyes. Xiao Chuan couldn't figure out what she was going to do, and looked at the delicate girl with a frown.

"I've already probed his body, and I haven't cultivated to Jindan at all. Unless he cultivates higher than mine, it is impossible to avoid my detection. The old man said that in the end, he directly rejected that kind of reject.

What are you kidding, I have already cultivated to the Yuan Infant Stage. Although it is said to be the early stage of the Yuan Infant, there are some places in the cultivation realm where you can walk sideways. If Xiao Chuan is said to be higher than his own cultivation, he doesn't believe it when he breaks his intestines and is beaten to death.

"This kid has a secret on him, and he must be a descendant of the Great Cultivation Sect. Or there is a master who can't be messed with, otherwise with this kid's young age, how can he have this weird ability. The old man decided so in his heart, and he didn't think about it anywhere else.

"The kid is stupid, and I'm happy to be stupid. It's no wonder that the old monster of the poor man is so enthusiastic about him, maybe the two of them have a relationship. "The more I think about it, the more I feel that my analysis makes sense.

People are sometimes so strange, and there are some things that should be like if they were determined. Even if there are some unanswered questions, they will be unconsciously ignored.

Ogawa didn't know that he had been labeled like this. Looking at the look of the delicate girl when the weasel saw the chicken, it really made people's hearts furious. So he didn't have anything to say and asked, "What kind of Linglone, Jin Dan did you just say, what is going on? I can't understand a word!"

The delicate girl asked curiously, "Don't you know this? I really don't know how you practice." There are a total of 12 stages of monasticism, which are divided into 12 stages from low to high: foundation building, consecration, bigu, spiritual silence, golden pill, primal infant, out-of-body, distraction, merger, tribulation, Mahayana, and ascension. ”

After hearing this, Xiao Chuan looked dazed and asked, "Are you an immortal if you learn this?"

"Okay, just pretend!" said the old man secretly in his heart.

The delicate girl was amused when she heard this, and said, "How can I tell you? These twelve stages are like twelve steps, go up one step at a time, and finally you can become the god you say!"

Xiao Chuan said as if he didn't understand: "I understand, you said that you are about to cultivate into a golden pill, which means that you are still one or two... Seventh, eighth, eighth stage is the immortal, you are so powerful!" Xiao Chuan said as he wrenched his hand, and in the end, he couldn't help but exclaim, with a look of admiration.

The delicate girl thought it was funny and said, "I think you are not bad, according to what you say, you will soon become a fairy!"

Xiaochuan didn't hear that the delicate girl was joking at him, and said seriously: "I want to be an official, a big official." I want to be a great nobleman, go out in a luxurious car, eat delicious food, and have endless gold coins..."

The delicate girl listened in a daze, she didn't expect Xiao Chuan to have this kind of thought, the ultimate goal of a cultivator is to achieve the immortal path, and Xiao Chuan in front of him actually wanted to get into the worldly circle and roll.

The old man thought to himself, "He is very cunning at a young age, and his cultivation foundation is not shallow, but he pretends to be a hillbilly..."

Xiao Chuan was interested, and asked the delicate girl again, "You said that there are twelve stages of cultivation, what is Taoist cultivation?"

The delicate girl has no patience, where will she keep explaining well, and pointed to the dead Qingfeng and Mingyue and said: "They are the Taoist cultivators of the Dao!"

"Is there anything else to repair?" Ogawa asked again.

"And the Buddha cultivator!Ah, that monk is!" the delicate woman pointed to the monk lying on the ground with her hand.

Xiao Chuan looked at the delicate girl's fingers and said, "It turns out that his name is a monk, and he is dressed strangely." He's—he's not dead!"

Ogawa ran out as he spoke.

The delicate girl was a little puzzled and said, "Of course he didn't die, and Grandpa didn't kill him!"

When the delicate woman spoke, Xiaochuan had already come to the side of the monk who had fallen to the ground, and he probed his nose with his hand and did not die. Xiao Chuan helped the monk up and saw that the blood stains on the corners of his mouth had dried up, and there were still large blood stains on his chest.

Xiao Chuan helped the monk, looking up and down with a pair of eyes, but he didn't know what to do. In desperation, he opened his mouth and shouted to the delicate girl: "Come and help!"

The delicate woman walked unhurriedly to Xiao Chuan's side, and said firmly, "He is my enemy, don't you know?"

That's when Ogawa remembered.

"Let him go!" came the old hoarse voice of the broken bowel.

The delicate woman didn't say a word, and turned to leave.

The monk's eyes were closed and his breath was weak. Where did Xiaochuan know how to cure it, so he had to keep chanting in his mouth: "Don't die, wake up, but don't die..."

I don't know if it was a miracle or if the monk's life should not be extinguished, after a while, the monk exhaled lightly and woke up slowly.

Ogawa breathed a sigh of relief, and was a little proud of his feat of saving people.

The monk half-leaned on Xiao Chuan, calmed his breath, and slowly took out a cyan porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out a pill and swallowed it.

After another moment, the monk looked as usual, as if nothing had happened.

In this regard, Xiaochuan was amazed, pulled the monk to ask questions, and chatted for nearly two hours. I didn't feel that the sky was faint.

"The poor monk is called Hui, he is a monk of Miaoyin Temple, and he is considered a disciple of three generations in the current temple!" The monk has clearly explained his details to Xiaochuan.

"It's almost, it's time to get down to business!" looked at the sky and breathed a sigh of relief.

Xiao Chuan pestered the monk and chatted for most of the night, muttering, and laughing twice from time to time, annoyed to death.

If he hadn't been interested in Xiao Chuan's cultivation method, he would have slapped him to death with a broken bowel.