The Buddha continued: "The old man has practiced for thousands of years, and he has already broken through the red dust, and the skin is just a spiritual shelter. When Lao Na is gone, all magic weapons, including the physical body, are at your disposal to help you rise quickly and inherit Lao Na's Taoism as soon as possible. But you don't have to be sad, I believe that one day, the old man will stand up and come back again!"

"The path of cultivating immortals is difficult and dangerous, full of variables, the slightest carelessness is the death of the fall, the Dao fruit is completely gone, the number of monks in the world is like hundreds of millions of sand, how many people can laugh to the end? As for whether you can get to this day, it depends on your creation. ”

After that, the Buddha tore off Nan Jiantian's clothes, but saw that his back was covered with criss-crossing whip marks, and he was shocked to see it. It was as if the whip had struck him, and his trembling hand stroked the clear marks of the whip.

"Well, well played! After going through this ordeal at a young age, the heavens have sent a great responsibility, and they must first suffer their minds and empty their bodies before they can practice what they do. The old man wasn't sure of his instincts, but now it's you. ”

The Buddha was firmly in his mind, and his right palm was close to his back heart, and he immediately gave him an empowerment.

Nan Jiantian only felt that his heart was hot, and then a pound-thin yuan force was like water bursting from a, surging into his body strongly, washing away the muscles and veins of the whole body, opening up the blocked meridians of the whole body, cutting down the hair and washing the marrow, and making his physique qualitatively transformed.

It's just that Nan Jiantian's foundation is still shallow, and he couldn't bear the screams and passed out.

The Buddha had no time to care, he knew that there was not much time left for him, and at the moment he unreservedly poured all the power of his body into Nan Jiantian's body.

When he stopped transmitting his strength, the dantian in his body was already empty, and he lost his yuan power to suppress the injury, and suddenly recurred, vomiting blood.

His hands trembled even more, his beard and hair were white, and the whole person seemed to have aged a lot in an instant, but obviously he was not satisfied with the result, shook his head slightly, and said to himself: "It's a pity that I can only improve his realm by a few levels, if in his heyday, it is not impossible for me to help him directly step into the threshold of the Dan period." It's a pity, it's a pity! It seems that everything in the future will have to rely on himself, so that's fine!"

The Buddha looked at the unconscious disciple and was worried that the demon would go and return, threatening the safety of Nan Jiantian.

Immediately, he burned the remaining power in his body, turned into a divine light, and escorted Nan Jiantian out of this place, and finally the two landed in a ruined temple ten miles away.

Although the Demon Tuo is carrying the Supreme Treasure Demon Ring, he also swears to the Blue Spirit Bead, and the Buddha's magic weapon also makes him red.

As the Buddha expected, not long after the two of them left the battlefield, the Buddha went and returned, but there was no trace of the Buddha nearby.

"The Buddha cultivated himself to perform the secret method, but in the end he was still severely injured by me, and he will not be able to escape. If you don't take his life now, it will be difficult to kill him again when he recovers. ”

Thinking of this, he immediately rose into the air and searched everywhere.

At the moment when his body moved, the black square scarf in front of him was gently lifted by the breeze, revealing a familiar face: Feng Gang, the dean of the Heavenly Bow Academy—it turned out that he was actually Motuo!

In the temple, when Nan Jiantian woke up at midnight, he rubbed his drowsy head, and through the faint moonlight, he found that the Buddha was sitting not far away, like a statue, not moving.

Seeing this, he was very surprised, could it be that the Buddha did not die in the great calamity, and now he is using exercises to heal his wounds?

"Master, are you okay?" Nan Jiantian called out tentatively, but did not receive any reply for a long time.

Nan Jiantian felt bad in his heart, and reached out to probe his nose uneasily, but found that the body of the Buddha was cold, and he had been out of breath for a long time.

Nan Jiantian's heart sank, in his mind, the master who was like an immortal had left like this? It turned out that even a peerless master like the Buddha could not escape death, and he worshipped the Buddha as his teacher for the first time, and the master and apprentice did not have a deep relationship, and they still couldn't help but sigh.

If there is a Buddha himself to guide the practice, he will inevitably make rapid progress, a thousand miles a day, at least save more than ten years of penance, and now this big backer is gone, and the next road has to rely on himself.

Nan Jiantian took the remains of the Buddha and his treasures into the ordination, and was about to leave.

Suddenly, there was a sound of clothes hunting and breaking the wind, and when I looked up, I saw that the demon was in the void, and the wind was under his feet, and he was walking on the ground in the void.

He had apparently noticed the ruined temple as well, and after landing on the ground, he only took a brief look at the surrounding landscape before walking quickly in this direction.

Nan Jiantian couldn't help but gasp, the magic power of the Demon Tuo is so high that he can see it, even if a hundred or a thousand of them are tied together, it is not enough for the other party to be struck by a thunderbolt of heavenly punishment, and he can't beat and escape, how can this be good.

At that moment, he was in a hurry, smeared the cigarette ash on the temple tribute platform on his face, and then pulled up the straw mat, pretending to sleep, but his heart was speculating that it was uneasy.

Soon, the Motuo entered from the outside, and the first thing he saw was Nan Jiantian, who was huddled under the table and 'sleeping', or because of the cold air, his whole body trembled.

Seeing this, he said to himself: "It turned out to be a little beggar, the breath of the Buddha has obviously been here, why did he suddenly disappear, is this the suspicious tactic he used? ”

Mo Tuo thought that he was in the middle of the plan, and secretly said "cunning", and then broke through the air and chased forward.

Nan Jiantian let out a long breath, and finally sent this evil god away, getting rid of the feeling of sharp stabbing on the back.

The situation around the temple temporarily turned dangerous, so in order to avoid suspicion, he simply stayed here for a while, and only left for the academy the next day.

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