Just when Li Qingtong's thoughts were wandering, a monk sitting upright in the center of the ancient painting opened his eyes!
This monk, who occupies the most important position, was immediately ignored by the observers, which was also strange.
He was a shirtless monk in his prime, and his chest muscles were even more developed than those of the goblins around him who were causing harm to the country and the people.
Every muscle in his body seemed to be made of refined copper.
Just watching it makes people feel an explosive impact!
Extremely scary.
When it is dormant, observers will subconsciously ignore it even if they see it.
But when he breaks out, it's like now.
Li Qingtong's whole figure is like a lone boat in the tsunami.
"Om Mani Padme Hum!" The Buddha's name is the cliff of waves touching the sky. Li Qingtong's whole body is like an egg, being crushed by the terrifying toppling force brought by the Buddha's name!
What Li Qingtong didn't know was that when he touched the special restriction on the painting, the cassock that had been considered abandoned spontaneously floated up and was tied to Li Qingtong.
A faint Buddha halo emanated from Li Qingtong, who was holding a picture and wearing a cassock.
The monks in the Qi Refining Stage opposite were stunned. They had had this thing for many years, but nothing like this had ever happened.
Every time I observe, I will be interrupted by the Buddha's name at the point where my mind is lost.
It was an extremely painful experience that dragged people from heaven back to hell.
But every time you experience such a change, your mind will be condensed.
The original owner of the picture undergoes training once a month until now he can almost ignore the magical nature of the picture.
Of course, there will be a price to pay. Nowadays, the young monks see the true nature of the female cultivators the first time they see her... she is beautiful and withered bones!
Today's female nuns are no longer attractive in his eyes, but this has a miraculous effect against certain charm spells!
It's just that the cost is a bit high.
It is also for this reason that this young monk wants to turn the pictures into cultivation resources.
But the current scene...
In Li Qingtong's sea of knowledge, the ancient bells are melodious, the Zen sounds are bursting, and the Buddhist singing seems to have come from across the ages.
On the outside, Li Qingtong's face showed a hint of compassion, followed by a domineering and fierce glare, and the two alternated repeatedly.
It was just that he was covered by a layer of black robes, so the monk in the Qi Refining Stage couldn't see him.
Golden lotuses fell from the sky, blending particularly harmoniously among Li Qingtong's countless white lotuses.
What outsiders don't know is that Li Qingtong's soul is undergoing tempering!
It was a real conscience-breaking exercise.
He transformed into a little novice monk, sweeping the temple, offering incense, reciting Buddhist scriptures and practicing martial arts.
It just so happens that this little novice monk is stupid. He may not be able to memorize the Buddhist scriptures after reading them a hundred times. It is difficult to make any progress after practicing the exercises for a year.
Li Qingtong felt all of this carefully, and he didn't feel unhappy every time.
He could only passively accept those extremely monotonous memories.
The price for being stupid is punishment, real corporal punishment.
The little novice's master was an old monk whose appearance was unclear. He looked very thin but he used a huge wooden stick to hit the little novice's smooth head very violently.
"Dong" and "Dong" sound, the force is amazing!
Li Qingtong suffered every time.
It felt like his brain had been knocked out!
Knocking, knocking...Li Qingtong actually got used to it!
That boring life lasted for one hundred and fifty years, and the little novice finally advanced to the second level at the end of his one hundred and forty-seven-year career of being shot in the head.
He was already at the bottom of his class, and he would have passed away a year later!
Li Qingtong felt deeply powerless over the memory of these one hundred and fifty years.
The Buddhist cultivators who have transformed into the second level continue this kind of life, living the most primitive and peaceful life in the ancient temple in the mountains.
My head is still being knocked every day.
Learn more scriptures and practice more profound techniques.
Many secret techniques gave Li Qingtong a sense of boundless joy.
Because of the stupidity of the little novice monk, there are countless problems encountered in each of these exercises and in practicing various secret methods.
He overcame every difficulty in the most difficult way, and Li Qingtong's clear and incomparable empathy left a deep impression on him.
Many times, Li Qingtong wanted to strangle that stupid little monk to death.
Who allowed him to bring so much pain to himself!
But Li Qingtong couldn't do it, he was still stuck in the memory of the already strong monk and couldn't extricate himself.
Another hundred and fifty years passed, and at the last moment of the second stage of life, the monk advanced to become a Buddhist major in the relic stage.
This is a strong person who is equivalent to the Taoist Golden Pill monk.
Thanks to Li Qingtong's meticulous memory of this Buddhist practitioner, when this realm came, Li Qingtong didn't even realize that he could understand all the techniques and secrets of this realm!
After all, the foundation is too solid.
Everyday life is the same, including burning incense, sweeping the house, chanting sutras, practicing martial arts and most importantly, getting shot on the head.
Three hundred years have passed and the monk is almost 600 years old.
But his master passed away!
The stupid monk suddenly lost his goal and didn't know what he would do next.
In fact, at this time, he has also entered the end of his lifespan and cannot condense the higher-level Vajra Relics. The monk will follow in the footsteps of his master and return to the embrace of the Buddha.
Li Qingtong was worried for him. He had found many possible solutions from hundreds of years of practice by monks.
These plans, coupled with the monk's terrifyingly solid cultivation and spiritual enlightenment, are completely feasible attempts.
Anyway, idle is idle.
But this monk was different.
He continued his monotonous life of cultivation. This small temple was everything to him, and he repeated the same thing every day.
Li Qingtong was already in despair. He was just waiting for this stupid master who passed through his life to pass away so that he could recover from this strange dream state.
The outside world doesn't know how far it has reached. It would be a tragedy if the organizer of the secret meeting place was forced to watch.
Just when his life was exhausted and Master Benben sat cross-legged outside the temple door to accept the arrival of the last moment...a nine-colored ray of light fell from the sky.
It was an immortal light that could only be seen once in thousands of years. Not only in the land of Qingzhou, but also in the entire Kyushu cultivation world, this kind of strange light would come at random times every thousands of years.
Those who get it will have great magical opportunities.
The monk who was waiting peacefully for the last moment did not know which miracle of heaven and earth he had touched, and one of the nine-color rays of light happened to land towards where he was sitting cross-legged.
The beaten skull has taken on a dark golden color, and the scalp has become the end point of this nine-color radiance.
The monk got a chance that only happens once in countless years in the world of cultivation!
He just sat cross-legged like this, without doing anything...he condensed the Vajra Relic!