Fang Ziqi did not hesitate at all, and said loudly: "This junior is willing to join the disciples of the holy monks... take refuge in my Buddha."
Zhou Yi's heart moved slightly.
He also thought about it for a long time before finally deciding to choose Fang Ziqi as the human referee.
Although the two of them were not familiar with each other, they had lived in the same temple.
Moreover, this person was kind-hearted, and he had quietly covered himself with a quilt at night, and he had a close relationship with him.
Now it seems that he also has a good impression of Buddhism.
Why not try to develop? In the direction of bald head...
This thought flashed through Zhou Yi's mind and disappeared in an instant.
Reason told him that the time had not yet come.
He is still in the stage of self-protection, so how can he bring a drag bottle with him?
It's a pity for this person's spirituality.
"Amitabha, this is not about worshiping my Buddha, but another opportunity."
Hearing this, Fang Ziqi was slightly disappointed, but he quickly regained his composure and bowed again: "Please give me some advice from the holy monk."
Zhou Yi looked at the crowd of people in the night square on the other side of the river.
"You still need to do one thing, and that is to sharpen your state of mind. If after half a year, your state of mind cannot bear all that, you will still have to miss that rare opportunity. This is what the young monk said, please think carefully."
Fang Ziqi looked confused, but did not dare to ask any more questions.
Seeing that the holy monk was about to leave, he was quick to think and stepped forward and said, "Thank you so much for the holy monk's gift of immortality. Although Ziqi is impoverished and has nothing to offer, he has half a volume of medicinal secrets in his possession, which he is willing to give to the holy monk for his inspection.
"
Zhou Yi stopped, turned his head, and glanced at Fang Ziqi.
Fang Ziqi felt that everything he was thinking was seen through in an instant. His face turned red and he murmured in a low voice: "Hey, I know that this superficial little skill will definitely not be able to enter the eyes of a holy monk. But this is the only one I have."
...Furthermore, I also want to listen more to the teachings and guidance of the holy monk."
"Forget it, bring it."
Fang Ziqi was overjoyed and quickly took out the small booklet he carried with him.
While telling the origin of the booklet, he handed it to Zhou Yi.
Zhou Yi didn't reach out to pick it up.
It's not that he has a serious mysophobia, but who would let this be Fang Ziqi's personal belongings.
Deep in the night, invisible to the naked eye, Wu Zhangxu Hua walked out, took the medicine booklet, knelt down on one knee, and presented it with both hands.
Fang Ziqi saw the booklet floating out of thin air and opened it page by page, his expression becoming more and more respectful.
Zhou Yi naturally looked down upon the medicinal skills that Fang Ziqi displayed that day in Yeguo Temple.
But being a monk, having compassion and a humble attitude are all necessary characteristics of a person. Moreover, the nature of a young monk is so pure and kind.
As he watched, Zhou Yi raised his eyebrows slightly, and his heart felt a little rippled.
He looked at Fang Ziqi again, and his eyes became different.
This Fangzi period has such good luck!
In this half-volume of seemingly messy and obscure medicinal secrets, there is actually a hidden restriction.
It was also the first time that Zhou Yi encountered this kind of technique.
After his observation, it seemed that an expert had left a trace of "qi" behind.
Then he used "Qi" to attract the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, and tied a "knot" on the surface of this secret booklet, sealing the real content of the secret book.
Even so, Fang Ziqi was still able to learn some blinding skills through the superficial medicinal techniques in the article.
It is enough to see his talent in martial arts.
And the "down-and-out Confucian scholar" who he said left behind half a volume of secret books presumably took a fancy to Fang Ziqi.
So, is there another mystery behind Fang Ziqi's father, Mr. Fang, who was famously talented in the capital when he was young? He accidentally made a mistake while drunk, which led to the destruction of his family and his status as a commoner?
Zhou Yi didn't think about it deeply.
At this time, he had already become curious about the true content of this secret book.
Just as he was thinking about how to unlock this restriction.
Suddenly, a mysterious and majestic power emerged from the secret book, coming out from the air and hitting Zhou Yi's eyebrows.
The health-preserving power in the body surged violently and went straight to the Dantian above the head, triggering the shining golden nameless Buddhist scriptures to block the blow.
The next moment, Zhou Yi felt that his soul was being pulled by a mysterious dharma, and it flew up.
He closed his eyes subconsciously, and when he opened them again, his senses were in another world.
…
The sky is filled with clouds and mist, the mountains are winding, and the green peaks are continuous, bordering the sea in the east.
The roar of the mighty fairy sound beast came from overseas.
In a moment, a blue bird flew over.
At first, the blue bird was only the size of a bee and an insect, insignificant.
By the time it flew across the sea and appeared above Zhou Yi's head, its wingspan had exceeded ten thousand feet, covering the sky and the sun like a giant cloud.
On its back, there are undulating mountains, mirror-like lakes, and hundreds of city mansions in between. The mist is dense, making it look like a fairyland.
On its left wing stands a nine-story pagoda.
Black smoke is billowing, evil spirits are permeating the air, and ghosts are everywhere. From time to time, you can hear the painful wails of giant monsters and old monsters.
On its right wing, the mountains are open, the palaces are lush, and they are winding and beautiful.
The Kuoran Square in front of the temple was crowded with people.
There were actually thousands of disciples in white, listening to someone's sermon.
The sound of the Tao is mysterious and mysterious, profound and unpredictable.
Zhou Yi was stunned.
I saw that those disciples in white were actually boys and girls, with pink and jade carved faces, and delicate features, as if their faces were uniformly carved and carved.
Suddenly, five boys, four boys and one girl, stood out.
One of them scolded Zhou Yi.
"What kind of master, you don't even say hello, but you want to pry into the secret book of my Tianshi Dao?"
'The way of the Heavenly Master...'
Zhou Yi's heart moved, and he remembered the small black letters he had seen before——
Tianshi Tao is the authentic sect of the Tang Dynasty in China and the only one among the four major sects who has joined the world. It leads the seventy-two schools of magic in the world.
The inner part controls the monsters of the Tang Dynasty, and the outer part protects the evil spirits and strangers from all over the world.
It is said that its Taoism was inherited from Penglai Fairyland in the ancient East China Sea.
The common people also regard him as an immortal, and there are countless believers in him.
Each generation of Tang emperors also conferred the title of Imperial Disciple on the worldly disciples of Tianshi Tao.
But as far as Zhou Yi knew, the current lineage of Tianshi Dao was located on a certain snow mountain in the Tang Dynasty that never melted all year round. Although it was aloof from the world, it was thousands of miles away from the legendary Penglai on the East China Sea.
Moreover, the number of Tianshi Taoists is very small, and if several generations are put together, there are only dozens of people.
What happened to the gigantic blue bird that I saw flying across the sea carrying the mountains and rivers and the demon tower, and the tens of thousands of boys in white?
"Junior brother, don't talk to him too much!"
"This person must have heard the news about my uncle's seclusion, so he was so reckless. He not only peeked at the secret book, but also broke into my Penglai Xuanzhen secret realm."
"Where is the strong man? Give him some color and see."
One of the boys muttered something while holding the imperial seal with his hand.
Rumble!
Thousands of mudflows swept down from the undulating mountains, gathered into a human shape at the foot of the mountain, and rose up.
In the blink of an eye, he turned into an earth-yellow giant with a tall body, his eyes seemed to be hiding in the clouds, releasing bright brilliance.
Along with bursts of Chinese sounds coming from the back of the blue bird, the giant raised a palm and slapped Zhou Yi in the form of a soul.
Zhou Yi raised his head and looked at the giant fist that covered the sky and sun like a mountain, touched his bald head, and murmured in a low voice: "There is actually a soundtrack, Tianshi Dao bjm?"
Even in the soul body, the Earth Immortal Sword Pill still exists.
In an instant, the sword pill in the soul body trembled.