From early morning to afternoon, Fang Dou was still very tired even though he was just a mess.

I have to admire that although there are many relatives among the three thousand monks, there are also many great monks, with superb skills and no movement at all.

Just ahead of Fang Dou, there was a skinny old monk who seemed weak and could not help but in fact, Yue Liyuan stood up.

At first, Fang Dou didn't notice it, but as time passed, the old monk's chanting scriptures became louder and his sitting posture became calmer.

"Huh!"

Fang Dou couldn't help but stared at the old monk, and the more he looked, the more he became, the more strange it became.

This old monk's control over his physical body has reached its peak.

From a distance, it looks like a rock pine growing on the edge of a cliff, with deep roots and no movement after being blown by the wind.

"Strange!"

Fang Dou remembered the "Three Corpses of the God-guarding Method", and introduced that subduing all the corpses in the body can achieve this in front of him.

The Buddhist school and Taoism also take the path of different paths and common destiny.

Fang Dou took a deep breath and started to try it to see if he could reach the old monk's posture.

Knowing is easy and doing is difficult. If you try a little, you will find that there is a problem all over your body.

Sour, itchy, numb, and swelling. Various means surged up, floating onto the skin and drilling into the bone marrow.

For a moment, all kinds of hallucinations were used in my heart, making Fang Dou's eyes vague.

"The corpses are in chaos!"

Fang Dou's thought came to his mind. This was the backlash that he suffered from the lack of skill and forced practice.

I was careless, the old monk's realm was so profound.

Fang Dou was shocked. Although this old monk was not a holy monk, he was not far from the same.

"How can you look down on your body and your body?

A familiar voice sounded in Fang Dou's ears, and it was Master Haiyuan.

Fang Dou was shocked and woke up suddenly, "Yes!"

"It's useless to Liuli's state of mind, why can't you see through this illusion?"

After Master Haiyuan said this, no sound came.

Fang Dou took a deep breath, the heart fire burned, the Vermillion Bird roared, the heart mansion opened, illuminating all over the body, limbs and bones.

In an instant, the corpses who were about to move were suppressed, and all kinds of feelings faded away like a tide.

"Huhh!"

Fang Dou suddenly broke out in a cold sweat on his back. He didn't know where he walked around at the moment of being obsessed with the devil.

Although Master Haiyuan did not provide help, he saved his life with a wake-up call.

"All the corpses?"

Fang Dou looked inside and saw the black aura looming under the flesh and bones, which were the many evil corpses.

Because of the six internal organs, the six spirits are occupied, and the purple palace divine thunder baptized, it will exterminate the evil corpses and purify them.

"Sure enough!"

Taoist practice, killing evil corpses, and all kinds of magic and techniques have different ways of achieving the same destination.

The inner world of the Purple Palace Divine Thunder Cultivation, Fang Dou wants to control himself, and he must fall on the Golden Rooster Art.

After coming back to his senses, Fang Dou was surprised to find that the realm of his body suddenly rose by a large part, not far from the completion of the Golden Rooster Art.

"After reciting the scriptures!"

Before offering sacrifices to the Temple of Heaven, the lord of the Ministry of Rites, the famous scholar of the contemporary religion, and the Emperor Yuyang Gong announced it.

The three thousand monks began to leave the square, leaving only the four great saint monks.

When Fang Dou left, for some reason, his heart was light and he always felt like he was in prison.

After walking a few steps, I heard the sound of martial law, "Fang Dou, look here!"

I saw martial law and martial arts walking slowly, wearing cassocks.

Seeing Fang Dou hurriedly took off his cassock, he smiled and said, "This thing is too cumbersome, I don't want to wear it anymore!"

After saying that, the martial law took off his cassock and exposed the gray monk robe inside!

"Let's go, I can't eat well these days and I can't sleep well. Let's take it out and find a restaurant and have a big meal!"

The martial law was already unable to bear it, and he was careless and hugged Fang Dou's shoulders.

Jie Xing shook his head, "I'm afraid it won't work. Today is the Buddha's birthday, we will stay in the palace and wait for His Majesty to give him a banquet."

After a pause, Jie Xing said, "Tonight, Concubine Jin will take the stage to perform a dance. Everyone will have a good reputation."

When talking about Jin Fei's name, Jie Xing and Martial Arts, his eyes showed respect.

This woman is married for the second time and can still favor the Six Palaces. She has a beautiful face, a beautiful singing voice, and a peerless dance posture.

Emperor Longguang favored him alone and kept him in the deep palace. Everyone who admired him in the world sighed.

Now, on the birthday of Buddha and the birthday of the empress dowager, Concubine Jin asked to lead the dance.

"I heard that Jin Fei's dance music is the "Ni Shang Feathered Immortal Song" that has long been lost in the world!"

"In order to plan this dance, Concubine Jin spent seven years in the world sewing feathered clothes and doing a good job!"

When Martial Law talks about this, his eyes were obsessed with each other. "The Jin Concubine Jin's face is as beautiful as a fairy descending to earth. If she could see her from afar, it would be worth dying!"

"With the opportunity, the emperor gave us a banquet. As monks, we have the opportunity to meet Concubine Jin!"

Jie Xing said this, but his expression also showed his yearning for Concubine Jin.

Fang Dou's expression was a bit strange, and he couldn't bear to tell them that he had met Jin Fei in person, and even received entertainment, had snacks and hot tea.

At this time, I worshipped the Taoist Master Dead Wood on the Temple of Heaven, and began to recite the green poems and pray to heaven sincerely.

Inside the huge bronze cauldron in front of him, a raging fire was burning, and incense and herbs were poured into it.

“…”

The True Man of Dead Wood is full of energy, every word is firm and sudden and sharp, and can be heard clearly from ten miles away.

Emperor Longguang closed his eyes and listened, with a beat in his hand, and couldn't help but praise, "Yes, Master Minggao's writing style is deeply loved by my heart!"

"Do you know that Qing Ci is a Taoist blessing, praising God."

"Do you think this green poem would feel if the gods and immortals heard it?"

Concubine Jin bowed slightly, "I am not an immortal, I cannot solve my doubts for Your Majesty!"

After a pause, she continued, "Your Majesty is the lord of the world, and no one can match the power. Why should you expect immortality?"

Emperor Longguang laughed, "Beloved concubine, is this admonishing me?"

"Eternal life is immortal, ordinary people can dream, why can't I think about it?"

"Although my achievements are not as good as those of the ancient emperors, they are not far from each other. Why can't my merits rise to ascend?"

Concubine Jin returned to her previous calm expression and said, "How can I know about the affairs of the immortals and gods?"

Emperor Longguang was slightly angry, "Beloved concubine, do you really refuse to meet me calmly?"

"I am guilty!"

Emperor Longguang's face was filled with anger, "I just hate deeply, the way of heaven is unfair!"

"The people in this world all pray to God and worship Buddha, but they don't know that it is me who protects them and raises all the people!"

"Immortals and gods have no merits, but they enjoy all the incense. I have worked hard and worked hard to govern the country, but I have suffered a hundred years of disaster. What is this?

"If I give me another five hundred years, a thousand years will definitely make the world free from hunger, coldness, war, peace of the frontier, and barbarians surrender!"

There was a hint of pity in Concubine Jin's eyes, and her voice was like the floating fairy sound in the clouds.

"Your Majesty, it is a great disrespect to talk about the way of heaven!"

Emperor Longguang suddenly stood up, "This is my national dynasty. Even if the immortal descends to earth, as long as he does not obey my will, he will be disrespectful!"
Chapter completed!