The next morning, the warm sun jumped out from the eastern sky, bathing in the steaming sea of clouds. The light poured down on the earth, dispersing the darkness in every corner, making the Holy Land of Jingtan full of peace and quiet, like a small place in the world. The mountain village is not disturbed by evil spirits from the outside world.
The heavy sound of the bell echoed among the mountain peaks, echoing for a long time and never ending.
The monks came out one after another for morning reading, that is, chanting sutras.
Not long after, Sanzang was awakened by the loud sound of chanting sutras. He opened the window and door, stretched out lazily, and waited boredly for Jingchi to find him. But after waiting and waiting, Jingchi still didn't come after an hour. Come.
Sanzang couldn't sit still and decided to go find Jingchi who lived next door to him personally.
Boom!
I knocked on the door two or three times, but there was no movement inside.
Sanzang hesitated slightly and pushed the door open directly, his eyes scanning inside. Wherever he looked, he saw Jingchi still sleeping soundly on the couch, unconscious.
"I can really sleep," Sanzang said speechlessly. With a sigh, Sanzang sat down in Jingchi's room, ready to wait for him to wake up.
The old monk at Jingtan Holy Land only said that he and Jingchi enjoyed the same treatment, but did not say what exactly Sanzang was going to do. Sanzang was very confused as he was not familiar with the place here.
But soon, Sanzang went crazy!
Because Jing Chi shows no sign of waking up!
Three poles in the sun.
The sun sets over the western mountains again.
At dusk, Jing Chi turned over.
Sanzang looked happy, but then his face fell, because Jingchi adjusted himself to a comfortable position and fell asleep again!
Sanzang couldn't help but let out a long sigh and left Jingchi's room. The next day, Sanzang came again. This time, as soon as Sanzang opened the door, he saw Jingchi who was awake.
God, he finally stopped sleeping.
Sanzang seized the opportunity and immediately asked: "Senior brother, you finally wake up, what should we do next?"
"Next?"
Jing murmured infatuatedly and touched his round head, "According to the past, the next thing I do is get some warmth in the sun."
"Then what?"
Sanzang asked, "Tai Nuan? What the hell is this?"
"Then, of course, it's time to sleep." Jing Chi said matter-of-factly.
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Sanzang was speechless and couldn't help but said: "Senior brother, don't you practice cultivation?"
"Cultivation?" Jingchi suddenly smiled and said meaningfully to Sanzang: "Junior brother, there are countless ways in the world, and there are thousands of methods of cultivation. As everyone knows, sleeping is also a kind of cultivation."
After that, Jingchi hummed a little tune and went to lie down under the plum blossom tree in front of the house. He narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he felt the sun was dazzling. Jingchi rolled up his clothes and covered his face. After a while, he heard a snoring sound. came.
this
Sanzang was stunned.
How can there be such a lethargic person in the world!
The world is truly vast and full of wonders.
Shaking his head helplessly, Sanzang returned to his room to practice.
On the third day, the old monk came.
Sanzang and Jingchi stood respectfully in front of the old monk. The old monk stroked his white beard, looked at the two of them with a smile, and asked, "If you have any questions, you can ask me."
Jing Chi was still looking dull and listless, his eyelids were drooped, he was yawning profusely, and even his master ignored him.
But Tripitaka has many problems!
The person in front of me is the abbot of Jingtan Holy Land, a powerful man at the level of Saint Tongtian. To be able to solve my doubts is simply a blessing gained in three lifetimes and is worth millions of opportunities.
Immediately, Sanzang asked the old monk about some of the doubts and puzzles he had encountered in cultivation. The old monk smiled and solved Sanzang's doubts one by one, which made Sanzang suddenly enlightened. He felt like he was enlightened, and he could vaguely cultivate
Another big step forward.
Beside him, Jing Chi had already fallen asleep standing up.
Sanzang looked at the old monk doubtfully.
The old monk chuckled and said: "What Jing Chi practices is a very mysterious fairy scripture called "The Great Dream Sutra."
"Qingyun", ever since Jing Chi started practicing the Great Dream Sutra, he has become more and more sleepy. This is a good thing. For him, sleeping is cultivation."
Sleeping is cultivation?
Is it such a comfortable practice?
Sanzang suddenly felt that his worldview had been impacted. Other people's cultivation was to climb mountains of swords, descend into seas of fire, step into abyss, slay demons and establish the Tao, go through countless hardships, and become free from delusion. Does sleeping mean cultivation?
It is wishful thinking to say that you will be laughed at by others.
Tripitaka lived in Jingtan Holy Land and practiced with Jingchi. However, few people in Jingtan Holy Land knew about Tripitaka. Only a few people knew that there was a monk named Jinghui beside Jingchi. As for him,
His origin and identity remain a mystery.
In the blink of an eye, half a year has passed.
Sanzang broke through to the middle stage of the Heavenly Palace Realm. With the guidance of the old monk, Sanzang became even more powerful, and his cultivation speed was almost as fast as his original body.
As for pure idiots, sleepiness becomes a demon. It is common to sleep for eleven hours a day, and the waking time is getting shorter and shorter. Sanzang is very worried about this, but the old monk is very happy and said: "Idiots
The Great Dream Sutra will be completed!"
Since the old monk said so, Sanzang could only give up and hope that Jing Chi could successfully practice the wonderful "Dream Sutra". He wanted to see what the "Dream Sutra", which uses sleep as a training, had.
What's so special about it?
Chu Ge, who is far away in the Eastern Region, has come to the end of his retreat.
Chu Ge spent a full year in seclusion!
During this year, Chu Ge consolidated his cultivation, making his state at the peak of the Heavenly Palace Realm more and more exquisite. Although there is still some distance between him and the Shengxuan Realm, Chu Ge is confident that he will reach the Shengxuan Realm within three years.
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Secondly, Chu Ge systematically practiced the techniques of control.
The Mingguang Jade Body, the Great Buddha Technique, the Sword Scripture and the Sword Tomb Sword Technique all had little improvement. Chu Ge put these three techniques on hold for the time being and devoted himself whole-heartedly to "**Xuan Gong" and "The Four Saints".
"The Art of Manifestation".
Previously, Chu Ge's "**Xuan Gong" had opened up forty cyclones, and the "Four Saints' Manifestation Technique" had cultivated the Qinglong Technique. The remaining Xuanwu Technique, Suzaku Technique and White Tiger Technique were all at a loss.
After careful consideration, Chu Ge first practiced the "**Xuan Gong", because this Immortal Sutra has extremely high requirements on the physical body of monks, and Chu Ge has the bones of a holy dragon, so he naturally meets all conditions. After practicing the "**Xuan Gong", it is like...
Flying arrow.
After spending half a year, Chu Ge opened up fifty-two cyclones in his body, twelve more than before!
Next, Chu Ge focused on the "Four Saints Manifestation Technique". Xuanwu represents hardness, Suzaku represents violence, and White Tiger represents killing!
After a little thought, Chu Ge decided to practice the White Tiger Technique!
What he needs is the ultimate killing method. This is Chu Ge's style!
But what disappointed Chu Ge was that until he broke through the barrier, he never stepped into the threshold of the White Tiger Art. The Four Saints' Manifestation Art was as difficult to practice as ever.
A day with clear skies.
Chu Ge basked in the sunshine and murmured: "The sun I haven't seen for a long time."
Chu Ge seldom retreats, and this year can be called the most painful year.
"There is still one year left before the battle between Nanshan Sword Sect's Saints. There is not enough time. In this case, I will go back to Yunhuang to take a look."
Whoosh!
As soon as his figure flashed, Chu Ge seemed to turn into a breeze and disappeared between heaven and earth.
"Little Ghost Chu, get out of here, I smell your breath!"
After Chu Ge returned in the wind, Xiao Ling rushed out. Her petite body was like a wild beast. She directly knocked down the door of Chu Ge's palace and rushed into it. After a few breaths, she came out angrily and pinched the little girl.
He frowned, wrinkled his nose, and hummed: "Little Ghost Chu must be feeling guilty and avoiding me on purpose!"
"Don't let me find you, otherwise, hum!"
Xiao Ling left with anger.
call out!
In the sky, a figure sprinted past like a rocket, scattering clouds. It was Chu Ge who was speeding towards the Thirteen Wastelands.
ps: The recent plot has been a bit dull, and I have been in a bad state these past few days. Please forgive me.