Wang Sheng happily left the Main Hall and went back to clean up.

Seeing Wang Sheng's figure disappear, Hong Ren in the hall suddenly said: "Master, I would like to ask if you have completely believed in Junior Brother Huiming after experiencing the question of Buddha."

Daoxin shook his head slightly, "It seems that you have been holding back your words for several days."

He clasped his hands together and closed his eyes, "Ever since Huiming became my teacher and entered my Zen sect, my teacher will not doubt him. No matter how doubtful his identity is, he is a disciple of my Zen sect."

"Then why did Master agree to this test of asking the Buddha?"

Daoxin smiled slightly and said, "You suspect that the teacher is deliberately trying to embarrass Huiming."

Hong Ren didn't say anything but acquiesced that he did have this suspicion.

Dao Xin shook his head, "You don't know that Junior Brother Shanxing of the Tiantai Sect is actually a lay brother of your Uncle Daosheng. He just wants to confirm whether your Uncle's inheritance is worthy of his inheritance."

Hong Ren was stunned. He really couldn't imagine that there was such a relationship.

From this point of view, Master Shanxing's sudden accusation that day had nothing to do with Master, and he felt a little relieved.

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The next day, Wang Xing woke up early and rushed to the Main Hall, only to see his master Daoxin and his senior brother Hongren waiting for him there earlier than him.

"Let's go."

Seeing him coming, Daoxin waved his hand and released a golden cloud to wrap around the three of them, and then shouted "Get up!" The cloud broke through the air and disappeared in the hall instantly.

Sitting on the golden clouds and watching the temple under his feet gradually shrink, Wang Sheng felt very excited.

Apart from flying, this was the first time for him to enjoy the feeling of flying. The golden clouds under his feet were huge and the flight was very stable. The breeze blew across his face, bringing the unique vitality of Journey to the West.

The golden clouds were moving very fast, and Zhengjue Temple gradually disappeared. A series of mountains appeared below, and the golden clouds were constantly crossing these mountains.

After a while, the mountains were left behind, and the field of vision ahead was empty. Wang Sheng suddenly noticed a blue light appearing in the sky nearby.

This escaping light also discovered them at this time, and gradually approached the golden clouds, and a voice came from above.

"Old Taoist Master Lingxu has met Abbot Daoxin." His voice was vigorous and powerful.

The light disappeared, revealing an old man in Taoist uniform flying with a sword. He had a crown on his head, his beard and eyebrows were all white, he was holding a snow-white dust in his hand, and his green robe was fluttering in the wind. He looked very free and easy.

"Character: Taoist monk."

"Level: Golden elixir."

He was actually a Jindan-level monk, and he seemed to be very familiar with Daoxin.

"Is the abbot also rushing to Wuzhuang Temple to participate in the ginseng fruit festival?" the old Taoist asked.

"That's right, layman is well." Abbot Daoxin lowered his flying speed and walked side by side with Lingxuzi.

"It has been ten years since we parted ways in Kunlun. Unexpectedly, the abbot has already completed his merits, become a golden Arhat, and ascended to the blissful position." Taoist Master Lingxuzi sighed as he looked at the golden light outside Daoxin's body.

Daoxin smiled and said, "I just took the first step. As a layman, I have profound blessings. In this life, I will hopefully achieve the status of immortality."

Lingxuzi shook his head. He knew his own situation best. Without external help, his achievements in this life would have come to an end. He looked at Wang Sheng curiously, "Is this the new Buddhist disciple of Zen? Sure enough, he has beautiful features and strange bones."

"The layman is well-informed. He is my disciple Huiming. However, he has just entered Buddhism and cannot be called a disciple of Buddhism." Daoxin called Wang Sheng and Hong Ren, "This is senior Lingxuzi of the Taoist sect. I am a close friend of my master.

Have you ever come up to meet me?"

"I've met my uncle."

Wang Sheng followed his senior brother and performed a Buddhist ritual. He was very interested in the old Taoist who suddenly appeared in front of him, or in other words, he was interested in the graceful flying of the sword.

Who in those days did not dream of becoming a swordsman, dressed in white robes, standing with a sword in silence, and flying in and out of the dark world when moving?

When facing the enemy, use ten thousand swords to attack and take the enemy's head thousands of miles away.

That chic, that cool, is much better than becoming a monk now.

"Haha, I have already met Master Hongren's nephew Pindao, but this is the first time for Master Huiming. However, Pindao has also heard that Master Nephew was born with Buddha bones, and the few verses he uttered are all deeply rooted in Buddhist principles." Lingxuzi caressed.

Must smile.

"Uncle Master, thank you." Wang Sheng touched his head. He didn't expect that his name would be spread to the Taoist sect.

Lingxuzi shook his head, "The poor Taoist is not an empty talk. There is nothing in the first place, so how can it cause dust! Even if my nephew's words are placed in my Taoist sect, it is appropriate. The word "heart" disturbs the world of mortals and blocks the old Taoist life.

road."

Lingxuzi was very emotional, as if he really liked that verse.

After that, he took out a white jade slip from his arms and said, "This is the first meeting between my nephew and my nephew Huiming. This greeting gift is indispensable. I think my nephew has not yet mastered the art of flying. This is my Kunlun Cloud Climbing Technique."

, once you become familiar with it, you can travel thousands of miles in a day, so I gave it to my nephew."

The art of flying!

Wang Sheng's eyes lit up. After experiencing his master's golden cloud, what he longed for most now was to be able to fly and have fun.

This old Taoist priest is pretty good!

"Amitabha, the layman is really humble. This cloud-climbing technique is one of your noble sect's magical powers. How could this little disciple be lucky enough to learn this technique? Please take it back, layman." Daoxin actually refused on his behalf.

Wang Sheng's body ached so much, why did this master trick him so much and push out the things he got?

Lingxuzi laughed, "Abbot Daoxin is really unhappy, but I haven't taken back what I, Lingxuzi, sent. My nephew followed, and Pindao took the lead." He threw the jade slip to Wang Sheng, and then he flashed the light.

He wrapped it up and flew away into the distance instantly.

Just in the blink of an eye, the escaping light has become so distant that it cannot be found.

On the golden clouds, the three of them watched the light disappear.

Abbot Daoxin shook his head sadly, "Huiming, since the layman has given this magical power to you, you should not slack off and become proficient as soon as possible. However, you still cannot delay the practice of Buddhism. You must know that my Buddhist magical power is not inferior to that of Taoist climbing clouds."

Technique." After saying this, he continued to sit cross-legged and meditate.

Wang Sheng touched his head and felt that something was wrong with his master's mood. At this moment, Hongren's message came from the bottom of his heart.

"Junior brother, don't worry about your cultivation. The master owed Uncle Lingxuzi a favor back then, so he didn't want you to accept such an expensive gift from him. But now that you have accepted it, you should practice hard and not let down the kindness of Uncle Lingxuzi.

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Wang Sheng rubbed his head and said in his mind that the rules in this spiritual world seemed very troublesome.

At this time, the system beeps.

"Name: Cloud Climbing Technique; Value: 300 contribution points."

"Does the host choose to surrender the Cloud Climbing Technique and practice the first and second levels?"

Three hundred contribution points? Wang Sheng felt happy.

At this time, he already knew the value of contribution points. Magical secrets such as the Marrow Cleansing Sutra that could extend life and change qualifications were only worth 500 contribution points, but this seemingly inconspicuous cloud-climbing technique was worth 300 contribution points.

Wang Sheng didn't know that the art of climbing clouds was a great magical power if he practiced it to a very deep level. Thinking back when Sun Wukong learned the art from Patriarch Bodhi, Patriarch Bodhi even considered teaching him the art of climbing clouds. Sun Wukong was really

He was born with different abilities, so he finally changed to somersault cloud.

This shows that the cloud climbing skill is outstanding. No matter what, Wang Sheng is still very satisfied with this contribution that fell from the sky.

Looking at the system prompts, he chose to turn it in and learn the first and second levels.

"The host chooses to turn in the Cloud Climbing Technique, and will be rewarded with one hundred contribution points. The host chooses to practice the first and second levels of the Cloud Climbing Technique, and four hundred contribution points will be deducted."

Wang Sheng was speechless, and his contribution points reached zero again.

Just after making the choice, he suddenly had many insights about flying in the air, and then a white light emitted from the jade slip in his hand enveloped him.

Hongren shook his head, "Junior brother is still too impatient. This cloud-climbing technique is a magical power. It's not that easy to master."

As he spoke, the white light all over Wang Sheng's body dissipated, and he felt that his body was much lighter, as if he could fly with just a slight movement.

Then Hongren on the side saw Wang Sheng's body really floating up, and was instantly thrown away from Master's golden clouds, hanging far away in the air.

He was stunned, what is going on!?

Dao Xin also noticed it and immediately stopped flying. He also opened his eyes and looked at Wang Sheng, who was floating in the air and dancing in the distance. He was shocked in his heart.

"Master, Master, have you ever seen someone who learned a magical power so quickly?" Hong Ren asked stutteringly, feeling unbelievable.

Daoxin didn't answer. At this time, he couldn't understand the feeling in his heart. Is his new disciple really such a monster?

He felt that his Zen mind, which had not moved in the past ten years, was a little unstable.

"Amitabha! Hongren, this matter must not be made public."

Hongren's face was solemn, "Disciple knows."

He knew what his master meant. The speed of his junior brother's cultivation was too evil. If others heard about it, he would be afraid that it would arouse jealousy and lead to unforeseen disasters.

Daoxin nodded, flew back to Wang Sheng's location, and wrapped him up.

Landing on the golden cloud again, to ease the excitement caused by the sudden flight, Wang Sheng was a little uneasy. He didn't expect that he really flew up. He really just moved slightly!

Daoxin stared at Wang Sheng without saying a word.

Wang Sheng's heart skipped a beat. The speed of his practice seemed a little too abnormal, and he wondered if it would arouse his master's suspicion.

After a long while, Daoxin shook his head and said, "Huiming, you were born with Buddha's bones, and your cultivation speed is beyond imagination. In the future, your cultivation realm must not be exposed to outsiders."

"Yes, Master." Unexpectedly, the imaginary doubts did not appear. Master and senior brother seemed to have understood something wrong.

He nodded quickly, then sat on the cloud and did not dare to move again.

The three masters and disciples continued to fly forward, and there were more and more escaping lights in the air. After all, Daoxin had turned into a golden Arhat, and his flying speed was much faster, constantly surpassing these escaping lights on the road.

But even so, it took them a full half-day flight to reach their destination.

Jin Yun stopped and looked at the scene in front of him. Wang Sheng was shocked.

A thousand-foot high mountain floating in the air and shrouded by auspicious clouds. There is a circular staircase surrounding it from bottom to top. There are many pavilions and pavilions beside the staircase, dotted with green grass and red flowers. There is also a waterfall flowing from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain. Under the sunlight,

Like a fairyland.

At this time, countless escaping lights were flying towards the mountains and landing on the pavilion next to the stairs.
Chapter completed!