After taking the package, Tang Feng felt a heavy pressure. Although Tang Feng was three or four years old, he paid great attention to physical exercise after experiencing the things he had just come to this world. In his own words, the body is the root of revolution and happiness.

"Is this the weight this little baby should have?" As soon as he received the hand, Tang Feng knew that the little guy's body weighed at least 20 kilograms, and he muttered quietly in his mouth, but when he saw the child's appearance in the package, he still shouted in surprise: "This baby is a little too mature."

The dark skin flashed with a faint oily light, thick black hair and thick black eyebrows, a slightly wide forehead, nose and mouth, now it looks like a mature and burly man has all the characteristics that should have, but it is so inconsistent with a pair of eyes that look like a newborn baby who looks tightly closed.

However, Tang Feng fell in love with him at first sight because his three or four-year-old child has an adult soul after all. The most important thing is that he has always been alone and feels a little lonely in his heart. Now there is a junior brother who looks so mature, and his heart is filled with joy, and even a little bit of anticipation of the little guy's future appearance.

I heard the old monk's explanation and realized that the child's mother suffered great damage during pregnancy due to her overweight body, and she suffered from difficult labor at birth. Although she gave birth to this little guy, she finally passed away.

The child was born and his mother died. This child was ominous in folk legends. Moreover, because of the mature appearance of this newborn child, the people in the village were very frightened. They thought it was a ghost and asked the old monk to exorcise demons. Finally, after the old monk's request, he brought the little guy back.

"Master, is there really something wrong with this child?" Tang Feng was also worried when he looked at the little guy. Although he was an atheist in his previous life, this world was completely different from his previous life. Thinking of the strange legends in his previous life, Tang Feng was also a little embarrassed when he looked at the little guy in front of him.

"Haha, there is something wrong with this baby." The old monk tapped Tang Feng gently, and said with a heartfelt smile: "But no matter how strange the baby is, it is extremely normal compared to you at the beginning. You have also read some Taoist views. How do Taoism discuss people?"

"People are born from the qi of heaven and earth. The qi of heaven and earth is divided into clear and turbidity. Those who obtain clear and turbidity are saints, those who obtain clear and turbidity are ordinary, and those who obtain turbidity are fools." Tang Feng blurted out the above view, and suddenly remembered the legends of some great sages and powerful people in the legend of the Chinese dynasty when they were born, and frowned and said, "But the legendary stranger had a strange phenomenon. Is this little guy too?"

"Haha, Taoist discussions on the essence of human beings are good. People do have different energy from birth, and because they stimulate the energy of heaven and earth at birth, they have a strange phenomenon, so they also say that strange visions are strange." The old monk's wrinkled face, whose clear and wise eyes are now more energetic, and he gently stroked the baby with his hands and said, "It seems that the child's body is so masculine, which has caused changes in his entire body and appearance, so this situation appears. From the perspective of cultivation, this child is a genius of cultivation, and it seems that this is also the will of heaven."

Hearing the old monk taking the initiative to say practice, Tang Feng immediately had a hot figure in his eyes. He looked at the old monk with a little pitiful look and said, "Since it is God's will, we should not waste the talent of my junior brother, so the master should teach some methods of practice so that my junior brother will not be as bright as me."

The old monk gently tapped Tang Feng's head and cursed with a smile: "I knew you had such an idea, but you had already died of this heart. Your body is not able to practice now. There is no way for you to tell me thousands of times."

When he heard the old monk's words, Tang Feng's little face immediately wrinkled. After all, his own affairs were still vaguely understood in his heart, and it has been proved countless times. Due to the seal of scholar Haoran, although he could feel the flow of external energy and was even more sensitive, he could not absorb it from his body, let alone practice.

"By the way, master, since you want to teach me some methods, when will it start? How to do it?" Although you can't practice, Tang Feng's heart was still full of expectations when he knew more about cultivation. This world where you can practice had already filled Tang Feng with surprise. I remembered the ability of pig feet to swallow the sky and stir up the universe in mythological novels I had read before, which made him even more itchy. However, although Tang Feng read many books, these were screened by the old monk and had never been exposed to the methods of practice. As soon as he saw that the old monk was so excited today, he started to ask while the iron was hot.

"Man is born from heaven and earth. The human body itself is a world. As the world, the most important thing is to be stable. Therefore, the most difficult thing in the beginning of practice is to practice the shell of heaven and earth. This is what ordinary practitioners often say: Practicing skin. Practicing skin not only forms a strong self-protection ability, but also allows the energy of heaven and earth to accumulate in the body to not overflow in the body. Therefore, the results of skin training directly determine the final potential of the practitioner. It is to practice the foundation stone of supporting the world, that is, refining bones, and finally perform changes in the world, that is, Yijin, this is to turn the world into the world.

The meridians inside the body are adjusted to the most suitable way of operation, and finally the marrow is washed. The marrow is the root of all changes and production of the body. Madness reaches a better level. It is a fundamental reason for practice." Although the old monk talked freely, he said with a disdain on his face: "After the above three are perfected, it is Tongxuan. This is the most difficult point for ordinary practitioners to do things, to practice the world, to achieve themselves, and finally transcend, reaching the mysterious level, which is Tongxuan, that is, to truly enter the world of cultivation. Buddhism achieves the golden body of the Arhat, and Taoism creates golden elixirs."

"But these are all minor ways. If you pay too much attention to such body and magic practice, you will easily fall into external obstacles." The old monk said here, his face full of sadness. Looking at Tang Feng with an excited face, he shook his head gently and said, "I don't know how many geniuses are trapped in it and cannot extricate themselves. He just practices magic and magic. Although it seems powerful, it makes people fall into infinite temptation and expansion. In the end, he forgets the fundamentals of cultivation, which is to transcend oneself and understand and understand the laws of heaven and earth. This is also the reason why I have always rejected magic. I hope you can remember it."

Although I felt that what the old monk said made some sense, Tang Feng only had one idea in his mind: to practice, to achieve the supreme state, and finally find a way to go back. There is never such a possibility to rely on the old monk's mental cultivation.

"Master, I understand, don't worry." Tang Feng casually said perfunctorily, looking at the little guy in his arms full of envy.

Looking at Tang Feng's perfunctory expression, the old monk sighed softly, shook his head and said, "I will prescribe a medicine list for you tomorrow, and you can follow the above prescription to grab some medicine."

The next morning, Tang Feng was excited and even couldn't wait to run towards the pharmacy, but when he came back, he looked bitter. The price of these herbs was too expensive, which made Tang Feng curse all the way.

"Master, you are really not wrong? Are you practicing for the junior brother, or do you want to cook the junior brother and we have a tooth sacrifice?

"Tang Feng looked at the little junior brother who was thrown into the big bucket in surprise and cried loudly, looking at the flames rising under the big bucket.

The old monk ignored Tang Feng who was standing aside, and still slowly added dry firewood, making the flame even more vigorous. He did not change his face at all because of the huge sounds inside the vat, which made him cry as he smelled sad.

The old monk with a complicated face took out a small bottle from his arms and slowly poured some golden powder in. In the lowly whispering of the scriptures, a golden light shot towards the barrel. The barrel rolled in, and the entire barrel emitted a soft light.

"How come these lights look so familiar?" Tang Feng looked at the falling powder and light, frowned and thought, and finally looked at the old monk in surprise and said in a low voice: "Master, I think these powders seem to be powder from relics?"

"What does it mean is simply." The old monk poured the powder, sat upright on the side, closed his eyes and said, "Take you like a little branch of your baby."

Holding the Bodhi branch in his hand, the old monk began to recite Buddhist scriptures in his mouth. A gentle light emitted, covering the whole house, and a green light emanated from the branches and shot towards the barrel.

The little guy who was crying just now suddenly stopped his voice, opened his eyes and looked around strangely, waved his hands and fluttered for a while, and finally yawned and fell asleep.

The tumbling flames emitted gold on the bucket, and the faint green color was in the steaming white water vapor, and the children rolled in the boiling water.

Tang Feng's nerves almost collapsed under such an impact. This is the most thrilling scene in some perverted horror movies I watched in my previous life: Steaming and cooking a child.

Such practice is too exaggerated, steaming and cooking children?????

"Old guy, how do you know that my baby has such a function?" I was envious and saw the golden light slowly seeping into the little guy's body. The little guy's dark body became even darker, and I also saw a faint green light slowly running around the little guy's body. Suddenly I remembered something and questioned the old monk.

"The golden light of the relics enters your junior brother's body. This is a quick method to practice skin. However, it is precisely because of borrowing external objects, it is very likely to cause great harm to the body. Although herbs can be used for treatment, I would not dare to use this method without your branches."

"How do you know that my twigs have such a role?"

"It's very simple. I can see it with my eyes." The old monk looked at Tang Feng, who seemed to have a little angry expression when his secret was discovered. He opened his clear eyes as water and looked at Tang Feng with a wise light. His wrinkled old face said with a slight smile: "Use your branch to give your junior brother the guardian. Do you have any objection?"
Chapter completed!