When the time comes every day, Xiao Jiankong will carry the food box up the mountain and deliver it to An Qingli's meditation room. Ji Xiaopeng will also put down the jade slips related to alchemy and trot over from the meditation room next door to have a meal with An Qingli.
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This time, Xiao Kong saw some blood stains on his palms. It turned out that he accidentally fell on the slippery road up the mountain after the drizzle. He probably wouldn't have been injured, but in order to protect the food box in his right hand, he used his left hand to support it on the rocks.
A little bruised.
"You seem to be a little unlucky recently." Ji Xiaopeng said to Xiao Kongjian. He and Xiao Kongjian had been together for a month or two, and they no longer had so many polite words. They no longer called each other "Little Buddha" or "Little Buddha".
"Xiaotanyue" is directly appellation of "you" and "I".
Yesterday, Xiao Kongjian went down the mountain specifically to bring a big bag of dried spirit fish for Ji Xiaopeng's tiger and leopard cat.
Ji Xiaopeng applied ointment to Xiao Kongjian's hand and continued: "You tripped over a vine the day before yesterday, and you almost fell down again today. Do you Buddhists have any methods to specifically remove bad luck from your body?"
An Qingli glanced at Ji Xiaopeng and was concerned about the boy.
unlucky?
It's really bad luck.
The little Pegasus told her that the luck on the little monk's head had turned black and his luck was about to go bad.
Seeing that he had been with the two people in the room for a long time, Xiao Kong touched his bald head, showing a rare glimpse of his true temperament, and said nonchalantly: "Master said that things are impermanent. If there is good luck, there will be bad luck. Let's
I don’t want to pay too much attention.”
"Is bad luck allowed to take its course?" Ji Xiaopeng disagreed, "Could it be caused by some evil spirit? Have you asked your master to check it for you?"
Xiaokong saw it and said: "How dare there be evil spirits in this holy land of Buddhism? I have been driven away by my uncle and ancestors long ago."
Ji Xiaopeng put away the ointment and fed a small dried fish to the tiger and leopard cat: "Then did your master tell you why you have bad luck?"
Xiaokong saw it and said, "I didn't ask, but I can't escape the cause and effect."
"What cause and effect?" Ji Xiaopeng asked quickly.
Xiaokong saw it and said, "How can we tell the cause and effect clearly?"
Ji Xiaopeng bowed in frustration. He didn't like talking to these bald monks. He spoke vaguely and unclearly, insisting on making himself so profound.
Xiao Jintan liked this little monk very much. He was neither arrogant nor impetuous, nor was he frightened by favors or insults. He still had some wisdom. No wonder he was taken under the care of the old monk Huiding.
"Little Pegasus, you learn." Xiao Jintan said, "Don't just shout when you see the sudden increase or decrease in luck. Your mentality, your mentality, your mentality should be peaceful, you know?"
The little Pegasus felt aggrieved: "I'm just telling the truth. Besides, the master also said that you must be on guard against others."
Xiao Jintan said: "But your master's mentality is much more peaceful than yours. Her mentality has passed the test, but you have not. It is a good thing to be able to see things that others cannot see, but it is a problem to mess up your mood and worry about things that have not happened.
Something bad happened. You have been too tense these days. You need to calm down and relax."
An Qingli raised his lips and went out to tend trees again.
The bodhi tree no longer sheds its leaves, and An Qingli no longer frantically pours spiritual power into the tree.
Ten pieces of top-grade spiritual marrow have consumed all the spiritual power in nine pieces of spiritual marrow, and only one piece of spiritual marrow is left.
An Qingli held the spiritual marrow and ran the Rejuvenation Technique. After transforming the spiritual power, he input it into the bodhi tree.
There are still many half-withered leaves hanging on the Bodhi tree.
The input speed of spiritual power was much slower than before. After a night, the veins in the half-withered leaves gradually became clear one by one.
This process was like the spring breeze and drizzle, which did not consume so much mental energy. An Qingli specially took Bigu Pill and sat under the Bodhi tree for more than half a month.
Many high-level Buddhist cultivators were waiting for the bodhi tree and spread out, forming a large circle in mid-air in the distance. The Buddhist cultivators sat cross-legged and meditated, making dharma seals with their hands and reciting sutras with their mouths for more than half a month.
The bodhi leaves have regained some of their green color.
The sweeping monk who came to deliver the meat was very happy, but he did not dare to disturb him at all. He quietly delivered the meat and left quietly.
After leaving, he found a quiet place at the foot of the mountain, sat cross-legged, twirled Buddha beads in his hands, and recited scriptures devoutly with the monks in the temple.
An Qingli closed his eyes tightly and felt that there were faint Sanskrit sounds in his ears, but he couldn't hear them clearly. However, he was in a state of selflessness.
The rejuvenation formula in her body seemed to be running on its own, without her having to think about it at all.
After pouring enough spiritual power into the Bodhi tree, it actually began to feed her body back.
Xiao Jintan's feedback can nourish her soul, her meridians, and her spiritual roots.
The feedback from the Bodhi tree also had these effects, and it also made her feel peace and tranquility like never before.
It's like everything is empty, without her and without trees.
An Qingli no longer touched the tree or the spiritual marrow with his hands. He slowly took his hands back and placed them on his knees, immersed in this mysterious state.
There is already plenty of spiritual energy here, not to mention a piece of top-quality spiritual essence placed next to it.
I don’t know how much time passed.
Suddenly, another "click" sound was heard, as if something was breaking open naturally.
It turns out that what was broken inside the body was the barrier in the middle stage of foundation building.
During these days of going out to practice, my state of mind has improved, my understanding has improved, and with the help of Xiao Jintan to practice "The Art of Rejuvenation of All Things", the meridians in my body are not inferior to those in the later stage of foundation building.
Now that the Bodhi tree has given back support, it is a matter of course for him to advance to the middle stage of foundation building.
Moreover, the Bodhi tree can most help people in the Buddhist sect to realize the Tao. It not only helps people in the Buddhist sect, but also benefits people in the Taoist sect.
In the middle stage of foundation building, the wall barrier was broken, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth began to surge into An Qingli's body, forming a whirlpool of spiritual energy visible to the naked eye above her head.
"Wow!"
Ji Xiaopeng was once again dumbfounded. How come Master An's small-level breakthrough in the middle stage of foundation building was much larger than the formation of the monk's pill formation.
Why?
Ji Xiaopeng ran to ask his ancestor for advice.
Ancestor Qi Gao and Ancestor Qi Min came out of the Zen room and looked at each other. Sure enough, this little girl had many secrets.
The two ancestors worked together to set up an extremely wide barrier to block the sight of others. Even the huge Bodhi tree and this monastery were hidden, but it did not prevent the spiritual energy of heaven and earth from flowing into Anqing.
Inside the fence.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth is still pouring in crazily, and even the spiritual power in the best spiritual marrow has been taken away by An Qingli.
Looking at the crazy influx of spiritual power, ancestor Qi Gao touched Ji Xiaopeng's little fat head and began to answer Ji Xiaopeng's doubts: "Such a huge influx of spiritual power is because of your uncle An's tree-cultivating skills.
The method has broadened her own meridians and Dantian a lot."
The An family is worthy of producing five ascended masters, and they actually have such a good secret.
The An family actively practiced this technique more than 10,000 years ago, but no disciple has ever achieved such high achievements at such a young age.
Reward, monthly recommendation ticket, red bean, collection, thank you!