Three hundred and seventieth chapters heart full of Datong
This kneeling made the middle-aged monk who was holding the teacup look stunned. It was really hard to imagine that this young man actually knelt down in such an abrupt manner!
"This?" The middle-aged monk's eyes revealed a hint of confusion, and even a hint of embarrassment, and he had not yet given an answer to Fang Yi.
But Fang Yi was kneeling on the ground at this time, with his forehead touching the ground. He couldn't see the look of the middle-aged monk, and he felt very helpless when he thought about it.
At this time, the entire atmosphere in the Zhentian Temple became solemn due to Fang Yi's sudden entreaty, and the original joking chat became silent.
Fang Yi's unexpected action was also a result of careful consideration. After hearing what the middle-aged monk said, Fang Yi was shocked but had his own thoughts.
This Fang Yi himself is a kind of gentle person. When he is not provoked, he can't be seen in the crowd, but if he is provoked, he can be a little impulsive.
Emperor Shang, who was in the Hidden Holy Ring, was greatly shocked when he saw this. Fang Yi was very tough in Anqian Palace, and Emperor Shang had seen this before.
Unexpectedly, Fang Yi knelt down at the middle-aged monk's words.
To everyone, Fang Yi's attitude seemed abrupt, but in fact it was not.
Fang Yi knelt in front of him, but he was thinking a lot in his heart.
In this world of cultivation, if you don't become a monk, you may not be able to see all kinds of things, and there are countless strange things.
However, after that, Fang Yi felt more and more powerless. Although he had not encountered a too powerful enemy yet, even if he did, he would be stopped by his master.
And what happens after this?
After Fang Yi set foot on the mountain road of Penglai Holy Land, Shang Emperor had a conversation with Fang Yi. The actions of Daqian World made Fang Yi feel cold in the back, knowing that with his current mentality, it would be difficult to resist.
I still have relatives, friends, and a wife, and I am worried about her life after this.
What's more, in this world of cultivation, it is no longer possible to find a way to break through the three realms of perfection. Fang Yi originally believed that the highest level in this world of cultivation is only the three realms of real people, and the three realms of perfection in every word are just legends.
However, after meeting Emperor Shang and the monk in front of him, Fang Yi knew that this matter was far from as simple as he imagined.
After all, the Six Realms of Real People are still trying to deceive others and talk to themselves. This is full of a sense of violation, and I'm afraid someone did it deliberately.
In the end, he will definitely fall into a desperate situation. If he can't get some guidance from this monk who can't figure out his realm at this time, then he may have no way out after this.
In fact, Fang Yi originally wanted to become a disciple of this monk, but he thought that he and his master still had one, and it would be disrespectful to him to become a disciple without his permission.
However, Fang Yi didn't want to miss this opportunity. If he missed it, he didn't know if there would be another chance.
"This?" The middle-aged monk lowered his head, not just looking at Fang Yi with his eyes, but facing Fang Yi, indicating that this monk's attitude was not one of contempt for others.
At this time, the middle-aged monk was also thinking deeply. This sudden request and advice were easy for the middle-aged monk, but precisely because of this ease, it was a bit difficult.
When you reach the level of a middle-aged monk, you can actually see the future of the person in front of you at a glance.
But the future of this young man in front of him is a bit hazy.
The experienced middle-aged monk had some hesitation in his heart. Such a person with a hazy future should not be interfered with too much. He does not know whether the future will be good or evil.
It's okay if it's true, but if it's evil, I'm afraid it will make me feel guilty.
"Get up and speak!" the middle-aged monk thought for a while and said to Fang Yi.
"No! Please give me some advice, senior!" At this time, Fang Yi's tone was a bit aggressive, which would be extremely uncomfortable for ordinary people.
Besides, if he met someone with a tough attitude, he would probably be kicked out of the sky long ago.
However, Fang Yi had to think about the future, even if he bowed down, he still asked for this monk.
Fang Yi knows that the future is bumpy, and only by seizing opportunities can he find a glimmer of hope.
"Boom!" The middle-aged monk put down the teacup in his hand and made a dull sound.
Fang Yi knelt in front of him. Hearing this voice, his heart tightened, fearing that the monk would reject him. If so, he would be kicked out of the Penglai Holy Land. If he spoke again, he would be silenced!
"Hey!" The middle-aged monk stood up and leaned toward Fang Yi.
Fang Yi faced the ground, but felt a pair of gentle hands slowly lifting him up.
"Get up and talk!" The middle-aged monk said to Fang Yi in a very kind voice, and at the same time, he slowly helped Fang Yi up on the stone bench.
This treatment made Fang Yi really frightened. Logically speaking, given the level of cultivation of the monk in front of him, it would be impossible for him, a monk in the Bigu stage, to be treated so politely.
In fact, this courtesy may be an obvious rejection.
"Senior!" Fang Yi looked at the middle-aged monk with sincere eyes. The red dot on his forehead was still a reminder of how sincere his kneeling was.
In fact, Fang Yi also knew that he had nothing to exchange with the middle-aged monk, and all he had was a few treasures with unknown uses.
In addition, there was no intention of becoming a disciple in his words, and this middle-aged monk probably did not want to give him any advice.
"The tea is cold again! Drink tea!" The middle-aged monk gently stroked the table, old tea disappeared and new tea appeared, and his gestures were full of miracles.
Fang Yi was amazed by this action.
"Oh! Good!" Fang Yi said after coming back from his stupid expression.
After taking a sip, Fang Yi stared blankly at the tea cup in his hand, wondering what he was thinking.
"My little friend, you may seem calm, but you still have a youthful and energetic mentality!" The middle-aged monk also took a sip and said to Fang Yi.
What the middle-aged monk was referring to, Fang Yi knew very well, was probably to describe himself as being eager for quick results and short-term gains, too impatient, and rarely hesitant.
"Senior is right!" Fang Yi replied sincerely. There was nothing wrong with what the middle-aged monk said. Fang Yi's mentality was summarized in every word.
"My little friend, do you have a master?" the middle-aged monk asked.
"Yes!" Fang Yi replied again without saying anything.
"Oh? Who do you study under?" The middle-aged monk raised his eyebrows, but he had expected it.
"This~" Fang Yi hesitated and did not reply immediately.
"Haha! Don't worry! I have no ill intentions towards your master!" Seeing Fang Yi's hesitation, the middle-aged monk laughed.
When the middle-aged monk asked Master Fang Yi, Fang Yi still had an extra thought. It wasn't that Fang Yi didn't want to say it, but because he considered Master's safety.
This person's cultivation is really unfathomable. I don't know if Master can handle it. If Master's details are known, I don't know what kind of disaster will be left in the future. He will be ashamed of his Master's care for him.
"Seeing your expression, I feel like taking you in as a disciple. Unfortunately, you already have a disciple. I don't want to be loved by others. I just want to know a little bit about who is lucky enough to accept you as my disciple."
!" The middle-aged monk's words were like a spring breeze, neither arrogant nor impetuous, but unconsciously made people let go of their vigilance.
At this time, Fang Yi boldly looked directly at the middle-aged monk with his eyes. As the saying goes, the eyes are the window to the soul. He hoped to see through his eyes whether what the middle-aged monk said was true.
However, Fang Yi was disappointed. The monk's eyes were clean and clear, and there was no trace of his thoughts at all.
"That's it! It's not difficult for you anymore!" Seeing that Fang Yi was here, the middle-aged monk did not retreat at all and stopped entangled.
"I'm so sorry!" Fang Yi said to the middle-aged monk in an apologetic tone.
"It's nothing! It just aroused my interest, the old Taoist. It doesn't matter if I don't say it. I can see that you are also very passionate and have a youthful spirit! Not bad! Not bad!" The middle-aged monk praised Fang Yi.
"Thank you, senior!" After hearing this, Fang Yi thought it was funny and quickly replied.
"Well! The Tiangang Yiqi is in the palace, the sincerity and essence are not empty, the red sword is behind the blade, and the heart is full of loyalty and holds the Datong! Not bad! Not bad!" The middle-aged monk once again said the word "not bad" to Fang Yi.
From the attitude of the middle-aged monk, we can see that Fang Yi is deeply in his heart and intends to accept him as a disciple, but the fate has not come yet.
"Senior! These words are really embarrassing!" Fang Yi was praised by the middle-aged monk. He couldn't help but blush on his face and lowered his head in shame.
"No! It's just words from the bottom of my heart, don't think too much about it! I didn't originally intend to accept a disciple, but my little friend made me fall in love with you!" the middle-aged monk said with regret in his tone.
"Sorry!" At this time, Fang Yi was also a little helpless. He already had a disciple and could not join other people's disciples. If he did, he would really be despised.
"It's okay! There are thousands of worlds, there are teachers on top of teachers, who knows there is fate?" The middle-aged monk was a little relieved, and he fell in love with Fang Yi more and more.
"There is still a master after a master?" Fang Yi was a little confused by these words and didn't know what they meant.
"Yes! This world of cultivation is just one of thousands of worlds with numerous sects, but there is also the heaven above. The major sects will teach their techniques and establish sects in the lower world to trace their origins.
, among all the sects in the lower world, one-tenth of them have teachers above them!" The middle-aged monk explained to Fang Yi, but his words became more and more open.
"Ah! This~" Fang Yi listened to what the middle-aged monk said, but his thoughts were wandering.
If we follow what the middle-aged monk said, Yue Jian Sect is probably the inheritance of the sect in the upper world. When he was fighting with Master You Yue of Shuiyue Sect, Master You Yue once said, then why does Yue Sword Sect have an ancient sect?
Identity, these words make people have to think more.
Those who don't know what it means may just brush it off and not think about it again, but Fang Yi, as a disciple of the Yue Sword Sect, will certainly think about it more. There should be a stronger backing behind the Yue Sword Sect.
"The fate has not come! The fate has not come! Hahaha!" The middle-aged monk was so happy this time that people were speechless.
"Senior! I hope you can give me some advice! Although this request is rude to me, I really don't have anything else to repay you. If there are these things, I don't know if I will take notice of you!" As he said this, Fang Yi was a little excited.
, Fang Yi saw an opportunity from the middle-aged monk, and felt sad for the poverty in him.
As a last resort, Fang Yi took out all the treasures from the meson space, hoping that some of them would impress the middle-aged monks.
"Oh?" The middle-aged monk Jian Fang Yi took out all the things from the meson space.
"Senior! If there is anyone you like, I will be happy to show my respect!" Fang Yi said with a painful look on his face.
Of course, among this pile of things, the first thing the middle-aged monk saw was the sack of dust: "Did you also pack the loose soil from the mountain gate?"
The middle-aged monk couldn't help but be stunned when he saw Fang Yi's sack full of dirt. Could it be that Fang Yi is a traitor or does he have the character to never cheat?
"Ahem! Senior! I think this soil is good and can hide the aura, so I collected it for fear that it might be useful in the future!" Fang Yi said with an embarrassed tone. This is the soil of the mountain gate. He was so excited that he forgot about it.
keep it.
"No big deal! So it seems you defeated Xiaopan?" the middle-aged monk asked Fang Yi.
"Xiaopan?"
"That's right! It's the stone man who guards the mountain gate and shows me the mountain gate."
"Um~ Isn't that the one who respects heaven?" Fang Yi panicked at this moment.
"Zuntian? Xiaopan started to set himself up as a god again?" the middle-aged monk said.
"This~"
"What! Is Xiaopan's core still there?" The middle-aged monk was about to ask Fang Yi about the core when he found Xiaopan's core among the pile of scrap metal and said: "Yes!
This is it!"
With that said, the middle-aged man grabbed the core in his hand, poured spiritual energy into it, and threw it to the ground.
I saw that the surrounding spiritual energy began to gather towards the core, spinning around the core, and gradually condensed into a small person about two feet tall.
"Saint!" At this time, the villain knelt down to pay homage to the middle-aged monk in front of him.
At this time, Fang Yi was dumbfounded. This little man, less than two feet tall, couldn't see the texture of the stone at all. He looked like a real person!
"Okay! Get up!" The middle-aged monk waved his hand and said to Fang Yi: "This is Xiaopan! I'm going down the mountain to look at the mountain gate to stop trespassers."
"ah?"
"It's you brat!!" After Xiaopan saw Fang Yi, he was stunned for a moment and said to Fang Yi angrily.
"Uh~Sorry, sorry!" At this time, Fang Yi didn't dare to make any mistakes. This stone man was also related to the middle-aged monk, so he quickly expressed his apology.
"Okay, okay! Xiaopan also blocks those with evil intentions. Since you can enter this small world, it means you are very talented!"
"And Xiaopan! Don't avenge yourself here!" the middle-aged monk said to Xiaopan.
"Yes! Saint!" Xiaopan was respectful to the middle-aged monk, but Fang Yi rolled his eyes at him: "Humph!"
Then he stood next to the middle-aged monk.
"Saint?" Fang Yi mentioned the saint several times in Xiaopan's mouth, but he was also puzzled.
"No problem! No problem! It's just a title, it's no big deal!" the middle-aged monk waved his hand.
"Oh! Doesn't the saint know that there is something in this that can catch your eye?" Fang Yi asked anxiously, hoping that there would be something that could catch the saint's eye.
"Oh? Fake stone? Little friend, you actually have fake stones? There are quite a few!" The saint showed a hint of surprise in his eyes when he saw the stone inside Fang Yi that was the same as the spirit stone.
What surprised Fang Yi was that the saint could distinguish the spiritual stone from the fake stone at a glance. This ability was probably not found even in the Bigu stage, but his cultivation level has gradually become clear.
"Yes! I really think this fake stone can enhance the energy of the mind, so I carry it with me to be prepared! Hehe!" Fang Yi said, scratching his head.
"It seems that you know something about this fake stone and its uses! I am relieved, old man!" The saint put down Fang Yi's fake stone and asked no more questions. If an ordinary monk gets this fake stone, it can indeed be used temporarily.
Improving one's cultivation level, but the side effects are huge. Listening to Fang Yi's tone, he knows a lot about the uses of this pseudo-stone.
"What is this?" The saint picked up Fang Yi's unknown piece of magatama again, glowing with blue light.
"It is said to be a creature of creation, but I don't ask for a clear explanation!" Fang Yi scratched his head and said, this is the cathode magatama obtained from Liangyi Mountain, but he doesn't know what it is used for.
"Oh? I've heard of this thing before, but it's not of much use to me, so you can keep it!" The saint threw the magatama into the garbage pile again.
When Fang Yi saw the saint's action, his heart was filled with chills. It seemed that there was no treasure in it that the saint could take notice of?
"Well! Old Taoist, I have given you a hand, but there are a lot of good things. You should keep them alive. I'm afraid they will be of great use in the future!" The saint said to Fang Yi, but his eyes never revealed the other person.
Easily covet these things.
"What about the saint?" Fang Yi carefully put these things into the meson space and whispered.
"Okay, okay! I appreciate you, old Taoist, and I want you to have a good relationship, haha!" Seeing Fang Yi's uneasy look, the saint couldn't help but say.
"That!" Fang Yi was relieved at this moment, with a smile on his face.