Mirror of the Sky

In fact, it is absolutely impossible to make a mistake by sacrificing the flesh as a means to achieve positive results. After all, the great monks and monks have become transcendental and refined after thorough cultivation, and have great freedom and supernatural powers.

But Thirty-Three's situation at this time is completely different. The "Dragon-Elephant Root Sutra" is mysterious and unpredictable, and it is impossible for him to immediately attain the true fruit of Buddhism after mastering it.

If the foundation of the body is damaged because of this, the only outcome on this barren island is death and reincarnation.

Seeing that this catastrophe was inevitable, fortunately at this critical juncture, because of the great pain caused by excessive physical consumption, Thirty-Three woke up from the unconscious Dharma practice.

Sitting cross-legged on the lotus pedestal, he gasped for a few breaths of incomparable weakness. After a second thought, he understood the situation at this time, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind, "Inheriting the mantle of ancient great virtue really isn't that simple!

Right now, my physical body is empty. If I want to continue my cultivation, I can only rely on the medicinal pills left by Shi Zhengwu to support me. A misfortune may deplete my vitality. The safest way is to temper my physical body first, and wait until my body transforms Inherit the scriptures.

And if you go this route, it happens that the "Eight Nine Mysterious Art" in the mustard bag jade box is the treasure of body training, although it is only a fragment, it is enough to use.

But no matter how good the method is, the more difficult it is to cultivate. With my aptitude, if I want to be successful in body refinement, I have to spend at least a few years in this cave.

Although there is an ancient enchantment of great virtue here, hundreds of evils are not invading, and you can live on the boneless fish raw, but it is also comfortable, but Shi Zhengwu is a coquettish character of the younger generation of Daxumi Temple, and it is impossible for thousands of people to disappear. No one cares about the day.

And once this happens, I'm afraid I'll..." Thinking of this, Thirty-Three gritted his teeth, his eyes showed a look of determination, he took out a few glass bottles from the mustard bag, and sorted out the medicines in them. She swallowed in one breath, cut off her thoughts again, and fell into the realm of teaching the Dharma.

Time passed slowly, and he didn't know how much he was in a hurry, and he didn't know how many times he had awakened painfully from meditation, swallowed the pills, and continued to practice the practice of forming seals. Finally, he stood on the bones of the thirty-three shape and put hundreds of bottles of elixir in the mustard bag. When the medicine, rain and dew were swallowed up, the five fingers of both hands crossed, forming the last seal in the "Dragon Elephant Root Sutra".

Immediately, the giant dragons and treasure elephants soaring and running in the mountains collided in the air, merged, turned into a colorful cyclone, fell from the sky, smashed the bone bowl upside down on his head, and empowered him to enter the thirty-three in the head.

After that, it ran around the body nine times, and after scouring the last bit of essence in the flesh, the color condensed and evolved into a baby's fist-sized egg, which seemed to be empty and real, and was hidden in the zenith cover. .

At this time, Thirty-Three's spirits were exhausted, and his body was even more jagged like a skeleton wrapped in human skin. His eyes were dead, and his face was ashes as he sat on the red lotus, motionless like a stone statue.

I don't know how long it took, an unbelievably powerful force suddenly emerged from the depths of the ground, and the entire mountain shook violently.

After a while, thousands of cracks appeared on the stone wall, and countless rubble fell like raindrops, smashing into the sea of ​​flames and rivers that were churning more and more violently, causing countless waves.

The natural disaster suddenly appeared. At the moment when his life was hanging, he seemed to be dominated by people's instinct to seek auspiciousness and avoid harm. Thirty-three staggered like a zombie and stood up, staggered away from the red lotus throne, and faced the falling stone above his head. , letting the magma and flowing water roar under his feet, he walked step by step into the cave at the end of the rock road.

The corridor was dark and shaking, his face was expressionless, his expression was sluggish, and his footsteps staggered slowly forward, but miraculously he took a single step without making a mistake. He fell, and it took four or five hours to walk out safely. the cave.

And just as Thirty-Three stepped out of the cave, the cave collapsed without a trace with a continuous loud noise, and the entire mountain became shorter.

A few small trees in front of the cave also withered silently into a pile of rotten wood, and dissipated between heaven and earth with the wind.

The huge impact from the landslide and the ground fissure slammed into Thirty-Three's back, causing him to soar into the air like a piece of paper blown by a hurricane, flying seven or eight feet away, rolling straight from the mountainside. to the foot of the mountain.

Even if he is a warrior, this fall will probably cost him half his life, but after landing only a dozen breaths, thirty-three is like nothing happened, and he slowly climbed up from the ground, staggering. He continued to move forward and walked towards a dense jungle that stretched as far as the eye could see.

At this time, the moon is full and the sky is full, and the time when monsters and beasts are common.

As Thirty-Three slowly approached the forest, a group of hungry wolves with dull gray hair, uneven fangs, flat belly, and gluttonous mouths, just jumped out of the forest, stepping on the bright moonlight. , rushing towards him.

Seeing that a tragedy was about to happen, but half a moment later, when the two met, the wolves actually regarded Thirty-three as a lifeless ghost, and passed by without interest, letting him stagger along. Entering the jungle, UU reading www. uukanshu.com disappeared without a trace...

After that, there were no Jiazi in the mountains, the years did not know the year, and the time of more than forty days passed quietly.

In the middle of the night, the sky was covered with dark clouds, covering the sky and the moon, the ground was raining heavily, and the mud and rocks were flowing. Thousands of people and horses riding a team of huge ships quietly boarded a natural harbor on the island.

After landing, there were hundreds of wise men in this group of people. They seemed to have an invisible shield on their bodies and slowly rose into the air. Agile in less than half a cup of tea, silently listed the battle formation.

Leading the troops in the front of the army was a general who wore a unicorn black and gold armor, held a seven-foot tiger slashing sword, and had five long beards on his chin.

In the storm, he looked up at the cultivator in the sky, and then looked at his subordinates who were ready to go, and said with the power of destiny: "Xianchang Qingxu, the army has formed, you can cast spells. "

"In that case, please wait for a while." The head of the cultivators in the air had a face like a crown of jade, and the Taoist priest with a romantic face heard this, he smiled slightly, and the condescending general bowed his head to the general.

Afterwards, he turned his head and looked at some of his classmates with profound cultivation techniques, and said in a loud voice, "Junior and junior brothers, cut down the Daoist thugs and the Dharma lineage, and it's at this moment that I am proud of my mountain sect. Please help me."

The voice fell, Qingxu stretched out his index finger, pressed his eyebrows, and instantly saw a picture of plains, hills, and rivers that gave a feeling of vastness, although it looked as small as a grain of rice, in his exposed face. , emerged from the neck.

At the same time, a virtual image of a Taiwan seal with the words 'Fengfeng Qingning Sacrifice Wine' written on the bottom of one side sprayed out from the top of Qingxu's head, and after the wind and rain solidified into a big blue-gold seal, he was caught in his hand.