Chen Ang long-range manipulated the boy of fortune, and in an instant, he set up endless training for Wang Ming, the idiot boy, so that he must make a relationship with Bai Yang Zhenren before reaching Fengdong Mountain. The immortals in this world inherit the Taoist tradition, although they prefer the righteous monks who reincarnate old friends or practice for many lifetimes, but they do not reject those who are destined to obtain Taoist tradition.

As for whether Wang Ming is a destined person, even if he is not, Chen Ang still has countless means to make him do it. It is just a little tortuous process, but he is not the one who is trying, so he doesn't care about it.

He routinely used the sun's true fire extracted from the morning sunlight to temper the eternal light flames, and Chen Ang jumped into a long rainbow and returned to Qixia Temple.

Just as Li Ning and others said goodbye to him, they sent them to the viewing door. On the way, they saw Wang Changluo's eyes looking at him were strange. After thinking for a moment, they understood. It turned out that Wang Changluo had guessed what Wang Ming had done. After all, he was a big salt merchant who traveled around the world. Wang Ming had many flaws. He could guess it after going back and thinking for a moment.

But he pretended to be stupid in front of Chen Ang, and Chen Ang was also happy that he pretended to be stupid. Anyway, it was definitely not Chen Ang who was unlucky in the future.

It was already the best time for cultivation. The vitality of heaven and earth changed from the purity of the morning to the restlessness of the noon. Just as the sloppy monk finished his morning class and swept in the yard. When he saw Chen Ang, he smiled and said, "Yesterday you took off the feathers of Meng Daoren's love of birds. That guy is a simple and honest person. I'm afraid he won't have a break with you."

"I just want to calm down the situation, but I don't want to! He let the bird hurt the snake for ten years. I couldn't argue with him when my spiritual consciousness had not yet recovered. Now I just turned it over? How could such a good thing happen?" Chen Angzuo sneered.

"Oh!" the sloppy monk sighed, "Why do you have to have such a battle of will?"

"Fate is wonderful. When the wind blows, the disaster will occur in the end. We cultivators are not stubborn stones. If we are not moved by our will, how can we make friends in the world? If we are a fellow Taoist who is destined to be a friend, we will naturally turn enemies into friends, so that I can be lucky enough to meet a fellow Taoist. If we are an enemy in our previous life, we can respond to the disaster and discuss the level of the sword." Chen Ang said without caring.

The sloppy monk said bitterly: "Well! Well! I have some friendship with you at least. Then I will make a turnaround from it so that I will not make a bad relationship in this world. If the evil causes and consequences are accumulated too much, it will be a disaster in the world. If fellow Taoist Hunyuan was not too straightforward, the good and bad things under the school were mixed, and the evil deeds were serious, how could he have to be with Emei..."

"Keep the right and do not lose the mistakes, and eliminate all evil things." Chen Ang said lightly: "How can we lose our swordsman ambitions?"

Seeing that there were many inappropriate problems between the two of them standing in the yard, the sloppy monk called Chen Ang to his room and served wild tea. Although they were old acquaintances, Chen Ang's soul had not yet returned to his position and was ignorant at that time, so he had some friendship, but he had never talked about it. Today, he will slowly talk about the essence, methods, and tools of practice.

Chen Ang learned that the sloppy monk's name was Jingming. He used to be a monk who became a monk in Qixia Temple next to him. Later, because the monks in the temple competed for power and profit, they were driven out of the temple. The old Taoist priest from Qixia Temple had some friendship with him, so he invited him to live here.

It’s ridiculous that a group of ordinary monks from all over Qixia Temple actually drove out Jingming, the only Taoist practice. However, this discussion made Chen Ang see through Jingming’s feet and know that he was worshiping the Oriental Medicine Buddha Tathagata, who practiced the Pure Glazed Glazed Sun and Moon Light Tathagata Dharma Body, which was to emphasize purity and unobstructed glass.

Unfortunately, he is incompatible with Jingming's nature and is hindered from ascension.

Jingming is an interesting person. Unlike most Buddhist masters in this world, he is profound and sensual. He is a lazy person. He is sloppy and ungrateful, but he is practicing the pure glazed Dharma body. Chen Ang thought of his care for his arrival when he was ignorant, so he turned around and said, "When my spiritual consciousness has not yet recovered, I have always taken care of you, and I have nothing to pay back. Yesterday I tempered some Taiyin true water, which is exactly the same as your Pure Glazed Sun and Moon Light Dharma body, just accept it."

Jingming naturally would not know the reputation of the seven true waters in the universe, but the seven true waters are so precious. The sky is not born or the earth is not long. Only the monks who combine martial arts can collect some with their soul magic power. There is a box of Tianyi True Water left by Tianyi Mother in the Ziyun Palace in the East China Sea, which attracts many good and evil masters to peek at, want a few drops, and combine their own disasters.

Not to mention the true water that is exactly in line with one's own Dharma body. Even if Jingming exchanges his own magic weapon for three hundred years, he may not be able to impress others to exchange for a few drops of magic weapons that others practice. Most of them are inconsistent with their own Dharma water. How can this kind of natural true water with infinite magical uses be useful?

If Jingming gave up a hundred years of hard work, he would have to temper a few drops. However, the monks regarded Taoist cultivation as their eyes, so who would waste their own practice for external objects?

After thinking about it, Jingming finally refused, so he had to accept it with a shameless face and said, "Monk, my soul has been restless in the past few years. I think that because I am too impatient to temper the Dharma body by picking the true fire of the sun, I have lost my original intention of purity and peace. The fire nature of the Jingli Li Dharma Body is restless. I thought I would fill the sea eye for a hundred years and use the water nature to survive the fire disaster, but with the Taiyin true water given by fellow Taoists, the monk will soon be able to fade away the fire nature and return to purity."

"I'm relying on fellow Taoists to overcome this disaster again!" Jingming clasped his hands together and praised.

After this time, the two of them had a higher friendship and some more secret things could be talked about. Chen Ang learned a lot from monk Jingming that many things in the world of practice in recent years, and Jingming gave them many spiritual medicines collected from Qixia Mountain. While they were having fun, Chen Ang thought about it and knew that something was related to his own, so he closed his eyes and calculated it.

"What is the fellow Taoist?" Jingming asked with concern.

Chen Ang shook his head and said, "It's okay, it's just that some of the worries in this past life are also related to fellow Taoists..."

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However, after Li Ning and others left Qixia Temple, they walked all the way down the mountain, passing by the Biyun Pavilion of Hufeng, Qixia. Although Li Ning and the three brothers were from internal experts and had light feet, most of the people in the group were ordinary people. Wang Changluo, the pampered boss, was exhausted and had to take a break in the pavilion.

When Li Ning took a breath, he saw a group of people staggering up the mountain. It was almost noon. When he was about to reach Biyun Pavilion, he heard someone wailing: "Hurry, hurry, hurry up, let me down... It's deadly again!"

A golden bamboo sedan chair was removed, and a white face with a blushed face came out of the sedan chair. Seeing Li Ning and others, he cursed: "Why are there anyone here? Hurry up and drive them down!" An old man next to him quickly grabbed him and leaned into his ear and said: "Prince Jie, they can't mess with him... Some experts in the world have extraordinary identities!"

Then the man who was covered in red rashes blew and gasped again and stopped talking.

The old man came up to apologize to Li Ning and the others. Wang Changluo was a big businessman. He was determined to make money on the road, and he was unintentional and troublesome, so he didn't care.

But Li Ning stared at the Jie Yuanwai and vaguely thought of something.

At noon, the Jie Yuanwai suddenly screamed. His whole body was red, as if burned by fire, rolling all over the ground in pain, and shouted: "Kill me! I will not let that boy go, I want his whole family to die! It hurts me to death!" The flesh on his face was so painful that it shook, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Kill him! You must peel the skin of the snake for me!"

"Master, I wish I could eat his flesh and sleep with his skin!"

(To be continued.)
Chapter completed!