Just like demonic cultivators don't dare to get too close to the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, Buddhist cultivators don't dare to get too close to the Bitter Cold Demon Realm.
The Buddhist cultivator can only hang high in the sky to keep the seal from breaking.
This has been the case for tens of thousands of years.
One waxes and wanes, the other grows, and one grows and the other wanes.
The demons have been trapped underground for tens of thousands of years, and every demon lord dares not leave this cold demonic realm without permission.
This Demon Lord has been holding back his resentment for seven or eight thousand years, and he only wants to leave the Demon Realm again. Not only will he go out by himself, but he will also lead a group of demons out in a mighty manner.
For this reason, the demons captured the most talented alchemist in the human race, the most proud disciple of the alchemy master of the Huayan Sect, erased his memory, and injected magic power into his body, so that he only knew that he was a demon and devoted himself to
The demons worked hard to develop the elixir.
In addition, the demon clan also carefully planned the plan to nourish the demon son with the soul of the ten thousand-year-old bodhi tree.
Demons will only be reincarnated in the Bianlan Realm, because the demons understand their own magical powers better than the Buddhists who have only a little knowledge.
When thunder strikes, the tree soul is forcibly stripped away by the demonic energy, and it will only carry the demonic energy and rush to the pregnant body to escape.
However, the devil whom he had high hopes for has passed away.
The evil spirit of Putuo Mountain has disappeared.
Xiao Jintan fell to the first level, and his soul fell into a deep sleep.
An Qingli took it into the mustard space, and the little Lingxi guarded it every step of the way.
The wilted little Jin Tan turned into a bare grass vine, a hundred times worse than when he first met.
When Xiao Kong woke up, he put his hands together and crossed his knees under the Bodhi tree. He was wearing brand new monk shoes on his feet. There was a smile in his clear eyes. He rubbed his master's palm with his little bald head for the last time.
There are Sanskrit sounds everywhere in Mount Putuo.
The master Xiao Kong saw was an old monk with few facial expressions, but at this moment he shed a tear.
A wisp of spiritual soul entered the tree, and the ten thousand-year-old bodhi tree suddenly became full of vitality and green.
Buddha's light shines everywhere.
The Sanskrit sounds are more prosperous.
Looking from a distance, one tree is so golden that even the entire Putuo Mountain is shrouded in golden light.
That was Xiao Jintan’s favorite golden color, but it was a pity that Xiao Jintan missed this golden scene.
"Thank you, little friend An, for making it possible."
The abbot and the abbot proclaimed the name of Buddha and bowed deeply to An Qingli. Several Buddhist elders under the bodhi tree did the same and bowed deeply to An Qingli.
Once upon a time, an eminent monk had a glimpse of heaven's secrets and said that there are places in the world of cultivation in the Central Plains where you can go to find those who are destined to be destined.
So Xiao Kongjian and his master went to the busiest black market in the Central Plains and brought back Daomen An Qingli.
However, the Bodhi tree has a tree but no soul. No matter how good An Qingli is in raising trees, he can no longer extend the life of the sacred plant.
Some Buddhist elders were also discouraged.
There are also Buddhist elders who are worried and doubtful, worrying whether Xiao Kongjian and his master have found the wrong person.
But unexpectedly, in the end, it was An Qingli from the Taoist sect who really brought the Bodhi tree back to life.
The destined person is indeed An Qingli.
"For the sake of Buddhism and the common people, it is my duty to do so. I am also grateful to all the eminent monks for their trust and generous gifts."
An Qinglihu gave him a blowjob, returned the sect's gift, accepted the relics and Buddhist beads that he had agreed with the Buddhists in advance, and two extra pieces of top-quality spiritual marrow, and went down the mountain with his sword.
Little Jin Tan is still sleeping.
An Qingli went to an inn at the foot of Foshan, asked for a room in the upper room, then abandoned the defensive array and could not leave.
Speedy Rabbit was guarding outside the defensive formation, with a Qiankun bag hanging around his neck, which contained many elixirs, spiritual herbs, and leaves of high-level spiritual plants.
An Qingli was running the Rejuvenation Technique in the Mustard Seed Space, and used the two newly obtained pieces of the best spiritual marrow to pour spiritual power into the sleeping little Jintan.
It is not a trivial matter for the soul to fall into drowsiness.
If it were a human monk, his soul would fall into a coma and he might never wake up again in his lifetime.
Two months later, Xiao Jintan finally woke up.
The whole body began to have a little bit of golden color, but there were no leaves all over the body, like a bird with all its feathers plucked, it was ugly and tight.
But for the sake of two pieces of top-quality spiritual essence, Xiao Jintan finally felt a little better.
"Qingli." Xiao Jintan spoke weakly.
"I am here."
The stone in An Qingli's heart finally fell to the ground. If she hadn't had the ability to cultivate trees, she wouldn't have let Xiao Jintan take such a risk.
She formed a symbiotic contract with Xiao Jintan. If Xiao Jintan's spirit disappeared, she would not be able to escape the fate of her body and soul.
The little Lingxi on the side stared with big eyes full of concern.
Xiao Jintan looked at the two pieces of top-grade spiritual essence he had earned, then looked around, and said in frustration: "Are these just these two pieces of top-grade spiritual essence? Didn't Buddhism allow the Buddhist sect to add another five thousand top-grade spiritual stones? I
I remember, I mentioned it to you Qingli when I was in a daze."
An Qingli raised his lips and smiled: "I remember, but I didn't mention it. Those Buddhist cultivators have given enough. It's not good to increase the price. The Taoist sect still wants to save face. I'll pay for your five thousand top-quality spiritual stones out of my own pocket.
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Little Jintan immediately felt a little happy. His family, Qingli, understood his thoughts best and knew how to soothe his wounded soul.
In front of Xiao Jintan, An Qingli put five thousand top-quality spiritual stones into a storage bag and placed them in front of Xiao Jintan.
As expected, Xiao Jintan became more energetic again. As expected, the spirit stone made him happy.
"And me."
Seeing this, Xiao Lingxi also opened his mouth and spat out many sparkling top-grade spiritual stones.
The top quality spiritual stones were piled up into a small hill, more than what An Qingli gave to Baiyao.
The little Pegasus also shook his long hair, held his noble head high, and came out of the spiritual stone palace that he had bought with animal blood.
"Hey, I'm here to replenish your health." The little Pegasus held a storage bag in its mouth. The storage bag was full of top-quality spiritual stones.
Of course, Xiao Jintan accepted all comers and accepted them happily.
And because the little Pegasus is so generous, it doesn't care about the Little Pegasus's high head and its ugly big nostrils.
Bingfeng sipped lightly and gave some of his high-level spiritual honey to Xiao Jintan.
The spiritual honey is in the form of crystals, and the concentration of spiritual energy it contains is comparable to that of top-quality spiritual stones of the same volume. Although Xiao Jintan cannot taste the taste, it does not prevent it from absorbing the spiritual power in it.
The little tiger looked at it with greedy eyes. Among the several little ones, he was the poorest.
It only has elixirs.
Moreover, he secretly saved some of those elixirs, and will use them to show off to his fellow tribesmen in the future.
"Master." The little tiger was aggrieved. What good things did it miss when it left to experience alone?
Is the owner so rich?
It seems to be an afterthought now.
"What's the matter?"
An Qingli didn't know what little Huzi was thinking, so he touched the tiger's head, stopped the rejuvenation technique, and sat cross-legged to meditate to restore the depleted energy and energy.
Xiao Jintan felt great joy in his heart and immediately became energetic, counting today's harvest happily.
For such generous gifts, you might as well give them more, and give them more. They will accept them all and will not reject anyone who comes.
Xiao Huzi swallowed his saliva and stared at the piece of tawny spiritual honey that Xiao Jintan got: "I want to have that fragrance, and I want to eat it too."