Zhou Yu shook his head: "They are also people who want stability. They don't want to take the risk until they know Master Ci'en's truth. We can't escape anyway."
Xu Qingluo shook her head with emotion: "You really can't underestimate me."
Originally, he wanted to kill someone with a borrowed sword. Of course, he, a disciple, must master the master's basic methods.
Monk Cien hates evil as much as he hates evil, and coupled with his friendship with the master, these guys should be very arrogant.
When the two collide, is it not like fire and water meet?
The result was good, the Mi Shen Sect guys actually withdrew first, and Monk Cien didn't seem to have any intention of meddling in other people's business.
Aren't you jealous of evil?
Zhou Yu pursed his lips and smiled: "They will not let us go after all, so we can only go back with Master Ci'en."
"But Master asked us to go to the Snowy Mountains after delivering the message." Xu Qingluo sighed.
Chu Ling snorted: "What can we do? If Master Ci'en hadn't been able to deter us, they would have killed us long ago."
Zhou Yang said: "Is it more important to go to the Snowy Mountains under the orders of my uncle, or is our life more important?"
"That's all." Xu Qingluo shook her head and said, "I can only take shelter under the master's wings, otherwise I will disturb the master."
He saluted the compassionate monk Heshi.
Monk Ci'en had been watching the masters of the Mi Shen Sect who were leaving. He gave Xu Qingluo's salute as a mediocre return gift without commenting.
Xu Qingluo shook her head secretly, and then immediately transferred this thought to the second level.
Uncle Zhou can see through people's hearts. Who knows if Master Ci'en can see through people's hearts, so he should still be on guard.
When she thought of this, the first level of her inner world immediately surged with gratitude, and she said softly and tiredly: "Master, I have heard the name of Fumo Temple for a long time, can we go and offer a stick of incense? After all, I am also a registered disciple of Master, and I am also a registered disciple of Master.
He is considered a member of the Buddhist sect."
Monk Ci'en glanced at her, then looked at the other three people who looked earnest, and nodded slowly after pondering: "Our temple does not accept female donors, so we can only camp outside the temple tonight."
"It doesn't matter." Xu Qingluo said with a smile: "We have been sleeping outdoors for the past two days."
"Please." Monk Cien turned around and led the way.
Xu Qingluo and Zhou Yu looked at each other.
Zhou Yu shook his head gently.
The two of them have given up on the idea of killing someone with a borrowed knife. Master Ci En's current behavior is completely different from that of killing Li Ying without hesitation in Shenjing.
Xu Qingluo thought deep in her heart.
She can divide her thoughts and feelings into three layers, with mental barriers between the layers to avoid leakage and prying eyes.
This is a skill that I was forced to develop after getting along with Zhou Yu.
Of course, it is also because of the mystery of the Void Fetal Breath Sutra that the inner world can be divided into levels. Ordinary people cannot get a glimpse of their own inner world. Let alone the third level, they cannot understand the first level. It is a hazy lake.
The four of them followed Monk Ci'en up the mountain, walking along the treetops. After a while, they arrived in front of a dilapidated temple halfway up the mountain.
Xu Qingluo and the others stopped and looked at the temple in front of them.
This temple, which covers an area of about three acres, is made of stone and is made of bluestone piece by piece.
It seems to condense time on its body, with vicissitudes of life everywhere.
The paint on the wall can no longer be seen, only traces of the paint soaking into the bluestone can be seen. The wind and rain have made the bluestone smooth and full of holes.
The faint sound of chanting came from the temple.
"Ah!" A scream suddenly came from the temple, startling Xu Qingluo and the others.
They looked at Monk Ci En.
There was a smile on Monk Ci'en's big face.
Xu Qingluo said curiously: "Master, this is...?"
"The disciples in the temple are practicing." Monk Cien smiled and said: "These guys... are too exaggerated."
Xu Qingluo smiled and said: "Master, I thought we were interrogating prisoners."
"ah!"
"ah!"
…
The screams suddenly sounded continuously, one after another, so brutal that it felt like being in a slaughterhouse.
Zhou Yang said: "Does practicing have to be so painful?"
Hearing this scream, it felt like his little brother had been broken. Goosebumps appeared all over his body and his hair stood on end.
Chu Ling shook her head.
Hearing the screams was really uncomfortable.
Monk Ci'en's big, plain face was full of smiles, as if he felt very comfortable. Chu Ling was secretly shocked when he saw this.
Could it be that this monk has a twisted mind?
Monk Cien shook his head and said with a smile: "These guys can really exaggerate."
Zhou Yang said: "Master, this sound doesn't sound like an exaggeration, does it?"
"Pain is pain, but not so exaggerated," Monk Cien said with a smile: "If you can't stand this level, you won't be able to get started. Pain is the secret key to stimulating your own strength."
"What the master said makes sense." Xu Qingluo said with a smile, stroking her palms: "Pain is indeed a shortcut to stimulate potential."
But shortcuts come with a price.
If the sword takes an eccentric approach and is not neutral and balanced, it is inevitable that there will be inner demons, and there will also be trouble later on.
This Fumo Temple should not be called Fumo Temple, because their approach is no different from that of the Demon Sect.
The Demon Sect also took this shortcut.
Zhou Yang felt itchy and wanted to see how he practiced. Such pain was really curious.
But he also knew that this was too taboo.
Xu Qingluo asked with a smile: "Master, is this stimulating the body to sharpen the state of mind?"
"That's right." Monk Ci En smiled: "Exercising the body and strengthening the spirit are the supreme ways to train the body, mind and spirit."
Xu Qingluo said: "King Kong Temple also has such a method."
Monk Ci'en looked at her and smiled.
Of course he knew that Xu Qingluo was the great master.
He is probably the youngest Grand Master in the world, and I have to admire Master Fakong's training ability.
Famous teachers give birth to great disciples, and the master leads them in. Cultivation depends on the individual, so famous teachers and famous disciples achieve mutual success.
A genius like Xu Qingluo would not be able to achieve what he is today without encountering a famous teacher like Master Fakong.
And without a genius like Xu Qingluo, Master Fakong would not be able to let his disciples become grand masters at a young age.
You must know that the Grand Master cannot rely on external forces and can only rely on his own ability to cross the ladder to the sky.
There has never been a shortcut to becoming a great master in history, and I have never heard of it.
Even if Master Fakong has great supernatural powers, he probably won't be able to break this iron law.
Therefore, Monk Ci'en did not look down upon Xu Qingluo because of her young age. Instead, he valued her very highly.
"The magical power of Vajra Temple is indeed impressive, but..." Monk Ci'en smiled with a hint of pride.
Xu Qingluo said unconvinced: "Master, do you think the magical skills of our temple are not as good as those of your Fumo Temple?"
"It may not be as good as that." Monk Ci'en said calmly.
Xu Qingluo snorted: "Master means that the magical power of Fumo Temple must be better than that of our temple!"
She suddenly clenched her fist lightly.
The fist suddenly turned into a white jade-like shape, no longer made of flesh and blood, as if it were carved from a piece of mutton-fat white jade.
This white jade-like punch gently struck Monk Ci'en.
Monk Ci'en smiled and stretched out his giant palm like a cattail leaf fan to greet him.
"Bang!" Thunder exploded.
Everyone present stepped back one after another, their expressions changing slightly.
The muffled sound made their blood vibrate, and they jumped up and down for a moment. They tried their best to restrain themselves, and only after a few breaths did they stabilize.
Xu Qingluo retreated lightly, and wherever she passed, four palm prints appeared on the ground, small and clear, as if they were imprinted on them.
Xu Qingluoyu's face was blushing, but it quickly faded away and returned to normal.
Monk Ci'en's power is strange. It is the fusion of spiritual power and Gang Qi. It is very mysterious and powerful.
Xu Qingluo tried her best to release her force. Part of her palm force was released to the earth, and part of it was absorbed by the Dharma Body, which in turn strengthened the Dharma Body.
This cheered her up, she didn't expect such a good thing to happen.
Monk Ci En looked at her in surprise.
She has become a great master at a young age, so I am afraid that she will be arrogant and arrogant, so I still have to give her a little setback to avoid being unfair to others.
This is also my own good intention to teach a disciple on behalf of Master Fakong.
Unexpectedly, she was able to receive the palm safely.
This is not an ordinary palm power, but the Ming Dynasty Demon Subduing Technique. Although the power is not at its peak and there is no murderous intention, it is not something that ordinary great masters can withstand.
"Master, how are you?" Xu Qingluo smiled sweetly: "Is my body-refining technique okay?"
Monk Ci'en was silent for a moment, nodded slowly, and said slowly: "The combination of hardness and softness is endless, and the vitality is endless."
Xu Qingluo said: "Is it inferior to the magical power of your temple?"
Monk Ci En was silent.
Xu Qingluo chuckled and said, "Isn't it as good as your temple's body-training magic?"
My body refining technique is a combination of the master's strengths from other schools. It is based on the Great Light Body, supplemented by the Taiyin Small Form Refining Technique, plus the Vajra Indestructible Magic Technique, as well as some other magical techniques, taking the essence and blending it.
Integrate into one.
If such body-refining magic skills are no match for Fumo Temple's body-refining magic skills, then we can only praise Fumo Temple for being so powerful.
Under the gaze of the four people, Monk Cien said slowly: "Slightly better."
Although he didn't want to admit it, he didn't want to lie about it either. It was easy to tell who was stronger and who was weaker.
If he hadn't been a master of the Ming Dynasty Demon Subduing Skill, he would never have been able to block this punch.
Although her fists looked exquisite and beautiful, as if they were made by miraculous craftsmanship, without a single flaw.
But the power of the fist is indeed amazing. There are nine strands of energy in one punch, each strand is different in strength and softness and can change at any time.
If it weren't for him, no one in the temple would be able to withstand this punch.
How old is she, and how old are you?
Her cultivation is not very advanced either.
To have such power is not based on cultivation, but on magical skills.
Xu Qingluo had already seen the practice situation in the temple and secretly spat. Of course, this was the flow of thoughts at the lowest level.
What she saw in her mind was a martial arts training ground in the center of the temple. There were six young monks wearing only shorts, naked, and being beaten in a strange posture.
A skinny old monk with a gray beard jumped between them, patting various parts of their bodies with his hands.
Where the palm fell, a palm print quickly appeared. Every time a palm print appeared, they screamed.
Amidst the continuous screams, their bodies were quickly covered with palm prints. Thirty-six palm prints appeared on each person's body. Their faces were as red as drunk, white steam was steaming from the top of their heads, and they were dripping with sweat.
Xu Qingluo was astonished by this method of practicing the exercises. It was indeed like torture. Looking at their appearance, one could tell how vicious the palm force was, like a punishment of being cut into pieces with a thousand knives.