Chapter 296 Baodan Disaster

A cave was opened anywhere in the mountains, and Ling Feng began to condense the virtual elixir and became an immortal in retrograde.

The former Fan Lingfeng had the experience reference of Guang Chengzi, Chang Yi, Shennong and others in the Honghuang. He realized that Baodan was essentially the process of unifying the seven souls of the human body. He was full of confidence, but it ended in failure. This trip, he got the handprints of Bi Xiuxin. Although Jingzhai's method is not only to condense the three essences, he found a key point that he has always ignored, that is, blood.

Qi, blood, qi and blood, Ling Feng has been practicing qi but not blood. Whether it is practicing Zhenyuan or developing acupuncture points, it is basically practicing qi, and the transportation of essence and blood has never been involved. When the disciples of Jingzhai condense the Taoist fetus, they must sit quietly in the secret room, and the meditation heart is clear, so that the spirit can control the flow of qi and blood, so that it can condense into a ball, hold it into a virtual elixir, rely on it to connect the essence in the body, reduce the loss of vitality, and have a sense of mind, so it can prolong life and stay in the face, and the swordsmanship is superior.

Knowing the root of the problem, there is no longer any suspense.

With the successive epiphany in the past few days, Ling Feng's spiritual power has reached an incredible level. It has a qualitative improvement than when he simply accumulated spiritual power, and there are enough terrible true elements and vitality in his body, so he has reached the standard of Xu Dan early. What he is poor is only his proficiency in carrying blood, and he has the foundation for long-term practice of Yijinjing, and has the external assistance of Bi Xiuxin's handprints, and there are no obstacles.

At present, I dare not neglect at all. I change the formula with my hands, condense the power of true energy and qi and blood all over my body, and hold one of them into an air mass, as the center to extend to every part of the whole body, every move, affect the inside and outside of the body, shake out all the vitality in every corner of the body, and then condense to Dantian, the whole hug Although Dan's process is hard, it is thrilling!

The process of holding the elixir lasted for a whole day. The true element, blood and vitality in the body were finally held into a ball, forming a whirlpool that rotated continuously, which autonomously absorbed the big orifices and the surging vitality that could not be nourished in the endless void, all of which were poured into the virtual elixir.

Boom!

How strong the Zhenyuan and vitality of Lingfeng are, with the help of the true god of 300 orifices and the Hongmeng aura of the world. The virtual elixir, which was running slowly, immediately burst out a blazing flame. This is a pure yang elixir that can melt everything. In an instant, the jade dish hidden in his Dantian is forged into a fog, and then the virtual elixir begins to turn into reality. Condensive to the real golden elixir.

Of course, if it is not for the creation of jade saucer, it is impossible to refine the material of its own world.

With the rapid solidification of Jindan, Ling Feng can clearly feel that his control over all the essence, blood and vitality in the body has risen by a new ladder. Jindan is like a sophisticated supercomputer, which controls the consumption and incubation of every vitality, every blood gas and every minute of the whole body, as long as He is willing that he can even reduce his physiological state to an unprecedented trough, which consumes less than the turtle breath state used in the previous Long Life Tips.

"No wonder that gathering into a golden elixir can be called a land god. A person's body can be re-refined, remove impurities, wash everything from the inside out, the metabolism can be freely controlled, and the life expectancy can naturally be extended to the state of immortality. My meridians, veins and bones have been washed with abundant vitality for a long time, so this empressive elixir is of little benefit to the body. The key is the baptism of thunderstorm, which will have immeasurable effect on the growth of divine thoughts, so that I can make up for the damage of my soul.

Ling Feng's seven spirits returned to one, and he regained all the memories of Sanyi, and because the billions of yuan of God injected into his mind, he was able to experience hundreds of millions of reincarnations, and explored all life, old age, illness and death. His spiritual cultivation climbed to a brand-new and unimaginable height. The divine eyes were like lightning, as if Through the barrier of endless time and space, grasping the origin of the universe, he suddenly muttered, "Di Jun! Fuxi! Nuwa! Yuyan!"

In the depths of time and space, two men and one woman opened their eyes at the same time, clap their hands and smiled, "Idiot, I finally understand!"

Ling Feng shook his head and sighed, knowing that the thunderstorm was coming.

He scolded his mother. His heavenly disaster is not as good as the ordinary immortals. It is actually an eight-fold thunder disaster - only the disaster of Daluo Jinxian Fangdu!

The sky, which was originally illuminated by the hot red sun and has been clear and has suddenly faded, and a large number of dark clouds continue to permeate and gather in the void, turbulently rolling, and the peerless power that seems to be unable to compete is brewing. In the cloud package, there was also a flash of thunder, and a shocking roar faintly exploded.

In an instant, a dark pot lid directly covered the vast sky, on the vast nine heavens, and there was no irresistible terrorist will of human beings.

"Rumble!"

A bright lightning passed through the sky, accompanied by a destructive sound, and the dazzling thunder was like a silver dragon that devoured people, suddenly came down from the void.

"Eight or nine thunderstorms! One nine two nine three nine body refining, four nine five nine six six soul refining, seven nine eight nine nine nine nine nine soul refining. This eight or nine thunderstorms are indeed a good thing to temper the soul. But this situation is too abnormal! Is there anyone who can survive within a thousand miles?

Ling Feng jumped into the cloudy sky of Shu Road, looking at the silver dragon that cut through the void in the sky, and an unprecedented divine light burst out in his eyes!

"This time, Bao Dan is a little careless. I should have found a remote place. In order not to hurt the innocent, Thunder! Just hit me alone!"

Boom!

At the beginning of the voice, the thunderbolt directly bombarded his body, blowing out thousands of thunder lights!

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The evening of June 28.

The remaining moon is like a hook, as if it is far away in the deepest part of the night sky, and it seems that the beautiful woman frowns when she is sad and painful.

Chengdu.

Dashi Temple.

The ancient trees are towering, the moonlight is covered, the red wall surrounds the inner pagoda in the air, and the temple building is towering and tall.

This famous temple is not small in scale. It starts from the Shanmen Hall, followed by the Heavenly King Hall, the Seven Buddha Hall, the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the Tibetan Sutra Building, etc. The hall is many. Although the structure of the Jingnian Zen Temple is complex and beautiful, it is also magnificent. Next to the main hall, a tower rises among thousands of bamboo trees, which is very imposing.

Two young monks walked into the temple, carrying packages, both of which looked tired, as if they were running remotely. The elder is only about 30 years old, and the young man is only fourteen or fifteen years old, with red lips and white teeth, and handsome. The two are six or seven points similar, and they were their own brothers before they became a monk.

The young man said, "Changjie, are you sure this is Dashi Temple? Why are there no lights? Even if all the masters have gone to bed, there should be something like Buddha lanterns and incense candles, right?

The old man scratched his bald head and said strangely, "We will definitely not be wrong if we ask passers-by. Xuan Zang, Bashu has always been rich in people's livelihood, and thieves have disappeared. There will be no evil figures here, right?

Xuan Zang said helplessly, "Changjie, you are the eldest brother!" Don't you need to know these things clearly?

Changjie said depressedly, "If it were our Luoyang Pure Land Temple, I would know it clearly if there was any wind blowing. But when I first came to Bashu, I was not familiar with the place. Where did I ask for the news?

Xuan Zang sighed, "What should we do next? Do you still want to go to the temple? Alas! The temple door is not closed, and there is mostly danger inside.

Changjie said, "We are going to visit the Great Sage Monk. How can we give up halfway?" Seeing Nai's brother nodding, he looked deeply convinced and said, "Why don't we come back tomorrow?" Find an inn to deal with a night tonight.

Xuan Zang made a grimace for him and said, "What are you afraid of? We will also work hard, waiting for three or five strong men to get close to each other. I think the monks in Chengdu may live a life and save sesame oil..."

Changjie was waiting to speak. A little light lit up in the temple. Xuan Zang quickly pulled him over. He cried in his heart, "Sooner or later, I will kill you!"

To know the ancient temples of the famous temple, there are people with strong martial arts in their own gate who bear the responsibility of protecting the temple, and there are more or less monks who know martial arts in the temple. The martial arts in the district will also have contacts with the temple and will never sit idly by. Therefore, the current situation is extremely unusual.

The two brothers tiptoed and glanced through the structure of the whole famous temple. They also felt the enthusiasm and spirit of the temple builders under the call of religion. Regardless of doors, windows, eaves and arches, they are carved with feathers, flowers and other patterns. On the ridge of the temple, there are strange birds and animals, which are lifelike.

Changjie whispered, "It's more elegant than Shaolin Temple!"

The two brothers traveled around the world in troubled times, made orders in the Sifang temples, and also went to the Shaolin Temple, which is not far from Luoyang.

Xuan Zang curled his lips and said, "The great holy monk can't compare with the ancestor of Dharma."

There are long corridors between the halls, and the left and right stone pillars are symmetrical. A moment later, the two of them were already in the Luohan Hall where the lights had appeared before. For a moment, they couldn't help breathing and were suddenly shocked by the statues like a forest and the wonders of the hall.

The statues of the hall are listed and divided into two groups. In the center are dozens of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas. The thousand-handed Avalokitesvara living in the center of the temple is the most eye-catching. Not only is the treasure solemn, but also because the shape of each hand is not the same as the magic weapon held, it gives people a feeling of vast magical power and boundless magic power.

Five hundred arhats are surrounded by statues facing the center, forming a vertical and horizontal roadway.

The two brothers seem to be in another world of gods and Buddhas that are different from reality. The statues next to them are hidden in the moonlight and stars. The shape is delicate and delicate, and the color is gorgeous. Whether they are sitting and lying, their postures are different, like a real person, their expressions are vivid, and they are suspicious.

When they came to the Qianshou Guanyin seat, they were surrounded by a series of arhat Buddha statues. If they were trapped in the maze laid by the statue, the feeling was not something that could be described by any words.

Changjie said in a loud voice, "Is there anyone?"

There is only echo rotation.

Xuan Zang frowned and said, "It doesn't make sense. There must be someone here."

Changjie said, "Could it be that we were dazzled just now?"

Xuan Zang said, "There is murder here."

Changjie was shocked and said, "If you are murderous, do you still take me here? You will lose your life, don't you know?"

Xuanzang comforted him and said, "Don't be afraid. This trip is thrilling.

Changjie complained, "I hope your good luck has not been used up."

"Would you please light the lamp, please?"

A female voice sounded behind her back, softly.

Changjie was shocked all over. This voice was comfortable and crisp, full of the beautiful feeling of music, clear and crystal clear, reminiscent of how enchanting her appearance should be.

Xuanzang took the fire stone like nothing and lit the small candlestick under the seat of Qianshou Guanyin.

A little jumping and flashing fireworks lit up in the center of Luohan Hall, adding to the already strange atmosphere.

Changjie turned his head and had nothing, but he didn't panic. He was completely different from the original cowardice and said in a low voice, "The female benefactor might as well show up!" The two of us are Changjie and Xuanzang of Luoyang Jingtu Temple, and we are here to pay homage to the abbot of Dashi Temple. Does the female benefactor know why this place is so deserted?

The woman's voice came from the right side of Qianshou Guanyin and sighed, "There is a difference between men and women, and the little woman will not meet the two. However, Qingxuan advised both of you that this is a place of right and wrong. It is inconvenient to stay for a long time. It's better to leave quickly!"

Chang Jiexin said, "Is her name Qingxuan?" The voice is so beautiful, sweet and soft, and the name is also full of charm. He said, "Can the female benefactor tell me one or two in detail?"

Qingxuan said, "The Dade Holy Monk used to have a powerful enemy. After 30 years, he returned to Changdu. Now he has achieved great magic skills. If he wants to go to the door to seek revenge, all the top and bottom of the Dashi Temple and He Temple have fled to other temples. Do you understand now?"

Changjie lost his voice and said, "Is the female benefactor going to deal with that demon? Isn't that dangerous?"

Qing Xuan said, "I don't have this ability. There is someone else to deal with him. The time is tonight, and the place is in this temple. The city gate caught fire and affected the fish in the pond. You two'd better go quickly!"

Changjie said, "Thank you for your advice. The two of us are leaving now. The benefactor should be careful. Amitabha!" Turning his head and looking, Xuan Zang was looking at the 500 arhats as if he hadn't heard the conversation between the two people. He shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Xuan Zang, we should go!"

Xuan Zang said, "These arhats were designed by Master Jiu Morosh, a holy monk of the Later Qin Dynasty."

Jiu Morosh was a senior monk with great virtue and great wisdom in the Eastern Jin Dynasty. He studied the Mahayana Dharma and was particularly refined in the essence of Prajna. He only talked about Buddhism and never passed down from martial arts. After coming to Zhongtu, he engaged in translating Buddhist scriptures in Xiaoyao Garden in Chang'an. However, some people say that he is not full in the evening festival, because he endured humiliation and accepted the woman given by Yao Xing.

From the third year of the late Qin Dynasty (401 AD) to the eleventh year of death, he translated 35 volumes of scriptures with the help of his disciples. His translation is loyal to the original text, smooth, elegant and simple, and corrects the mistakes of others in translating scriptures for 400 years, becoming the most widely circulated Buddhist classic in later generations.

Before my death, I swore to everyone: "If there is no mistake in the classics I passed, after I burn myself, let this tongue not be burned, not to rot!" Soon, the body was burned according to the Buddha. After the fire was extinguished and the body was broken, only the tongue was intact. Three inches of unbreakable tongue, that's what it's called.

Changjie is familiar with the classics. How could he not know Jiu Morosh and sighed, "It's a pity that they may be destroyed tonight."

Xuan Zang said lightly, "All things are always born and destroyed. If you can't see death from life and rebirth from destruction, what qualifications do you have? Why should we worry about this?"

Changjie showed a thoughtful look, and the tiger's eyes flashed with a deep and immeasurable light of wisdom, and said, "Xuan Zang's words are very true."

Qing Xuan praised, "The little monk's words are thought-provoking and full of wisdom. He will be a generation of masters in the future."

Changjie was about to be modest for his younger brother. A gloomy voice outside the door floated like a willow catkins in the wind and said, "I also like the little monk with thin skin and tender flesh the most."

It can be seen that although Xuanzang is young, he has shown the extraordinary charm of the future Tang monk.