Chapter 307: Its not a heart block, its a rebellious one
"I am Wang Jia, and I am fairly well-known in this area. You can ask them."
The mortals around him were forced to the ground by coercion and murderous intent. The old man who was frail and frail and was setting up a street stall directly vomited a large pool of blood and lay unconscious on the ground.
If a Yuanying monk is placed on a deserted mountain, he can establish a sect and become the leader. Even if he is placed in a large sect, he can still be a minor elder.
Now that Jiang Su is out and about, she is not afraid of others knowing about her cultivation. She also knows how to pretend to be well-behaved in the sect, lest others know that she has gone from foundation building to Nascent Soul in half a year.
Seize the opportunity or take a wrong approach.
In other realms, although she would not advertise her cultivation widely, she would not be lenient when trying to intimidate others.
Hundreds of thousands of miles away from home, if she doesn't show her fangs and claws, others will treat her as a kitten that everyone can bully. The locals have a sense of superiority, which comes from the fact that they are familiar with one more place.
This one will call her Bodhisattva a few times, and ask for some miraculous elixirs, and the next one will call her a few words of compassion, the Immortal Lord who helps the world, and ask her for some prescriptions for longevity.
Doesn’t she have to offer it with both hands?
Zhenmo Temple is located on the westernmost side of Luolan City in the Alu Kingdom. There is a long street at the entrance. There are shops on both sides of the street. Basically, every house is selling Buddhist consecration instruments.
At this time, the lotus-shaped walking sticks, lotus-shaped cushions, and pagoda-shaped lampstands all glowed green.
An enchantment was triggered at the door of the store, and the monks noticed something strange. They were holding the magic weapons, talismans, and elixirs that they wanted to check out, and they all looked at the main entrance of Zhenmo Temple.
"The barrier was triggered??? Someone was fighting??!"
"Someone did something at the gate of Zhenmo Temple???"
"Who is so bold?"
Looking around, there is a girl in green clothes, with murderous aura and coercion all over her body. Her loose black hair blows behind her ears in the wind. She holds an ancient rust hatchet in her hand, and the bright red blood slowly flows along the blade.
Flow to the ground.
The monk in black across from him had a sword slung behind his back and was holding his severed arm casually. His brows were as cold as the snow that had fallen on top of the snow-capped mountains and had not yet dissipated between his brows.
It was a little girl who cut off the sword cultivator’s hand???
"Miss Jiang, there are some things I didn't tell you beforehand."
When Jiang Su heard this, he closed his eyes and raised his eyebrows.
Wang Jia stared at her and said calmly: "Fighting is prohibited at the gate of Zhenmo Temple, especially blood. Anyone who violates the rules will be imprisoned in a water prison for three days as punishment."
"……."
Just as Wang Jia finished speaking, a large number of bald Buddhist cultivators suddenly rushed out of Zhenmo Temple. They were dressed in brown cassocks, with 108 bodhi seeds hanging around their necks, sandalwood beads in their hands, and carrying...
Long stick, long fork, long halberd, long spear, long shovel, long knife...
Jiang Su couldn't see this scene, she only heard the "dong dong dong" sound of walking like a bell, and the frequent vibrations from her feet reminded her.
"Water prison? I just happened to be hot."
The girl in green clothes curled her lips and smiled, the sun shone down at noon...
She was surrounded by bald donkeys.
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"Let me go! Let me ask you?! Did a sword cultivator in white come to you? It's my little senior sister. She has a stunning appearance, and a temperament like the snow in the winter moon and the ice on the lake. She is even more graceful when using the sword.
If a swimming dragon is like a startled giant, the wind is turning back and forth like the flowing wind blowing back to the snow.”
"I am from the Shifang Sect, and my head has already signed a letter with your abbot!!!"
"Put me down!!! You have beads hanging diagonally on your shoulders, it's so scary!!!"
Jiang Su was picked up by the leading monk and put on his shoulders, followed by most of the remaining Buddhist cultivators. Although she couldn't see it, she could guess that this monk was a physical cultivator, with a strong body, a tall figure, thick muscles, and rough lines.
It is physical cultivation that comes from real physical training.
The Demon-Suppressing Temple in the Western Regions is a palace of physical cultivation.
Buddhism practices Buddhism, and there are Arhats in Buddhism who care for their hair. Therefore, most of the monks in Zhenmo Temple practice physical education, and there are very few monks who do not practice physical education.
They have boxing skills and internal skills, and they also pay attention to "reaching with the hands is not as good as reaching with the body, and reaching with the body is not as good as reaching with the heart. The first is to reach with the heart, and the second is to reach with the body."
Fang Zhe had his head shaved by Chu Lin before. With his height of nine feet and the physique he had gained through physical training, he succeeded in making everyone in the Shifang Sect regard him as a Buddhist cultivator, and even thought that he, a man of few words, came from the Western Regions.
Now Jiang Su feels that they are indeed very similar, and the physical training leaders seem to be accustomed to using resistance.
Jiang Su yelled a few words, but found that no one responded to her, so she stopped talking.
Zhenmo Temple is worthy of being the number one temple in the Four Regions. After entering the temple gate, you can see the lingering sandalwood slowly rising from the incense burner as high as one person, and there is an endless stream of pilgrims holding three long incense sticks in their hands.
The buildings in the temple are different from the resplendent and carved buildings in Zhongdu, where the air is filled with gold and silver. It is different from the blue bricks and green tiles in the Southern Region, with exquisite gardens and ink paintings selling on the streets of the bustling big towns.
Scholars of calligraphy and painting were boating on the lake.
Zhenmo Temple has a unique style from the Western Regions. The bricks and tiles are not dark colors such as vermilion, but bright colors such as white, green, and yellow. The roof is inlaid with gold edges, and the walls are painted with colorful pictures telling the history of Zhenmo Temple.
Jiang Su had been here when she was a child, when her father Jiang Shuiliu and mother Wu Xiu brought her here.
"I don't know what's going on with my father. He didn't want to talk about my mother's situation before, and now he doesn't know even more."
"Why are they trapped in the Demon Realm... The things that saved the owner on the Bitter Peak have not been unsealed. They were not killed after becoming demons, and their consciousness was trapped in the Demon Realm... It is more like a soul traveling."
Jiang Su suddenly became quiet, and many Buddhist cultivators also quickened their pace.
Come to the side courtyard and in front of Luohan Hall.
The old monk with a serious face was knocking on the wooden fish with his eyes closed.
When Jiang Su heard the sound of the wooden fish, she immediately became energetic. Although she was not familiar with the location of the Zhenmo Temple, she was familiar with the structure of the Zhenmo Temple! She had been here before, especially the sound of the wooden fish that sounded like the band.
Like a drum set.
Sometimes it's urgent, sometimes it's slow, sometimes it's continuous, sometimes it's broken. Sometimes it hits the center, sometimes it hits the edge.
"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!"
Jiang Su quickly shouted loudly: "Old monk Shanyu!!! Here I come! Ask them to put me down, they are going to put me in a water prison!!!"
She thought she was on her way to the water prison, but in fact the purpose of these Buddhist practices was to send him here.
"Come in."
The sound is loud and clear.
The old monk Shan Yu unknotted his eyebrows and stared at the people entering the hall with a pair of bright round eyes.
He set his sights on the source of the voice that had just called him, a young girl in green clothes holding a bloody hatchet in her hand, flapping her legs like a lively fish.
"Jiang Su?"
His round eyes narrowed slightly, and the bloody hatchet was a bit dazzling.
"You have hurt someone." The old monk Shanyu confirmed.
Jiang Su nodded hurriedly and smiled slyly: "Yes, I cut off one hand. Hey, my knife passed through his arm and cut out the section of his bones. Blood should spurt out."
The Buddhist cultivators around her frowned slightly, and the Buddhist cultivator who was resisting Jiang Su directly placed her opposite the old monk, lifted her legs, and asked her to sit cross-legged on the ground respectfully.