Ling tripod

The old beggar was slightly stunned, then smiled, and a jade talisman appeared in his hand. Then, a rune appeared on the jade talisman. The old beggar said to the jade talisman: "Bring me all the information of Xianfo Temple in the past ten years! As fast as possible!"

"Yes, Seventh Elder!"

A respectful voice came from the jade talisman.

"Thank you, senior!"

Chu Yan said gratefully.

"It's just a small matter. Come on, kid, take out your flying swords. I'm going to open the furnace!"

The old beggar's eyes flashed with a hot light.

This senior must be a crazy person who refines weapons!

Chu Yan sighed in his heart. Generally, only cultivators who have fallen into madness in a certain profession will show such a look!

"Senior, refine weapons, can I watch?"

Chu Yan thought about it and said. In fact, he knew that such a request was a bit excessive. Generally, the master of refining weapons would not easily show his refining skills to everyone. However, Chu Yan was a fellow cultivator of the five elements, and the temptation of the five elements refining method was too great for him.

"If you want to watch, then watch. I'll start now!"

The old beggar was very easygoing. With a few words, he took over Chu Yan's five flying swords.

The next moment, the old beggar threw the black, broken stove in his hand in front of him. The stove instantly became huge, turning into a refining road that was one meter high, two meters wide, and five meters high. The stove was glowing with a red metallic luster, with a slight depression in the middle. There were two unknown beast heads on both sides, with their mouths wide open, facing each other.

"Bang!"

The old beggar pointed his finger, and a ball of flame emerged from his fingertips, glowing with a red light!

This fire is infant fire, which is not something that ordinary cultivators can condense, but it is a must-have for alchemists and refiners at the Nascent Soul stage.

The red infant fire popped out and flew directly into a hole under the furnace. The next moment, the flames in the groove in the middle of the furnace were boiling. This flame was different from the infant fire released by the old beggar, and the heat contained in it was even more terrifying!

"This furnace contains a variety of combustion-supporting mineral spirit herbs. After the infant fire of this old man is amplified, the power has increased several times!"

The old beggar explained to Chu Yan with a puzzled look, and then threw the Qinglei Sword into the flame casually.

When Chu Yan was somewhat skeptical about the old beggar's carelessness, the old beggar moved. He continuously played dozens of spells in his hands. One by one, the wood spirit power flew out from his fingertips and turned into spirit power symbols and fell into the flame. The flame surrounding the Qinglei Sword immediately became a little more stable.

Then the old beggar threw the Bingpo Sword into it without hesitation...

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Liangzhou, Lanshan Temple.

Lanshan Temple is one of the seven major temples in Liangzhou, and it is ranked third. Its position in the entire Liangzhou is very important.

Lanshan Temple is located on Lanshan Mountain. On the top of the mountain, next to the cliff, there is a stone tablet with three characters "Abbot's Courtyard".

The top of Lanshan Mountain is where the abbot of Lanshan Temple, Master Yi Ling, lives. In Lanshan Temple, only elders above the Nascent Soul stage are qualified to come to pay homage to the abbot. Ordinary disciples are not allowed to come at all. The most important thing is that disciples below the Nascent Soul stage have no strength to resist the formation blessed by countless wishes on the top of the mountain.

At this moment, the stone tablet with the three characters "Abbot's Courtyard" was vibrated!

The next moment, the formation pattern on the stone tablet flickered, and golden light appeared. Countless formation patterns intertwined, and the next moment, a very fat head squeezed out of it.

The fat face, which was as fat as a pig's, was now bruised and swollen. The pair of small eyes narrowed into a slit and there was a cold light in them. A curse came out of the thick lips: "Damn it, little devil, Wei Ge will kill you sooner or later!"

This person was none other than Ling Hongwei, the wretched fat man who sold fake goods under Yuansui Market and was slapped into the ground by Chu Yan!

The next moment, his fat body squeezed out from the stone tablet, but it was obvious that the exit of the formation on the inscription was a bit narrow. The fat man was angry and said: "Damn it, I've told the old man so many times to change this formation. Can my body size seventy years ago be compared with now? Really!"

The wretched fat man tried his best, and finally squeezed out of the stone tablet after his fat flesh was squeezed out of shape. He shook his fat body and walked towards the host courtyard in front of him.

Walking to the door, the fat man took out a jade pendant and gently swiped it, then pushed the door open, passed the courtyard and rushed directly to the study!

In the entire Lanshan Temple, except for the abbot Master Yi Ling, I am afraid that only this fat man dares to do this.

"Bang!"

The fat man kicked open the door of the study, and shouted at one of the skinny old monks who was staring at the three ancient characters "Prajna Sutra" on the cover and grinning: "Old man, I'm back!"

"You bastard, can't you keep your voice down? Do you know that you are delaying my father's study of scriptures? And your father is very old, calling me old man every day, you unfilial son!"

Although Yi Ling had long been accustomed to the virtue of his bastard son, he couldn't help but feel a little bit unbearable at this time.

Yi Ling really didn't understand why he, who was wise and powerful, had such a son!

That's right, the wretched fat man Ling Hongwei is Yi Ling's son. This story starts from Yi Ling seventy-nine years ago:

Seventy-nine years ago, Yi Ling was five hundred and sixty-three years old, and his strength had reached the twelfth level of the Nascent Soul Stage. At that time, Yi Ling was already the abbot of the Blue Mountain Temple. One day, when he was free, he suddenly had the idea of ​​playing around in the human world, so he disguised himself as a middle-aged mortal monk and wandered into the mortal world.

It was during this period that he met Ling Hongwei's mother, Xiaohua, yes, her name was Xiaohua. Although her name was a bit crude, at the age of eighteen, Zhao Xiaohua was a veritable flower in every village in Shiliba!

At that time, Zhao Xiaohua's old father was seriously ill and couldn't afford it. The doctor in the village couldn't do anything. Zhao Xiaohua went to the county town to find a doctor, but she went to several doctors and no one paid attention to her. In fact, if Zhao Xiaohua showed her beauty, With her appearance, I believe there will definitely be a sex doctor to help her, but the problem is that she walked from a small village to the county seat. Because of the long distance, she walked for seven days. Along the way, she became disgraced and her hair was messy. How can she be like that? Beautiful appearance for others to see.

Just when Zhao Xiaohua was despairing, our Master Yiling appeared.

Master Yiling heard about Zhao Xiaohua, and without saying a word, he ran like an animal for a day and night, carrying the exhausted Zhao Xiaohua on his back, and returned to Zhao Xiaohua's village.

Then he used his supreme medical skills to revive Zhao Xiaohua's seriously ill old father.

In this way, in this series of processes, the two of them were in love with each other, but in the end they couldn't control it anymore, ahem...

Of course, what Zhao Xiaohua didn't know was that with Yiling's strength, when he saw Zhao Xiaohua for the first time, he knew that there was a beautiful face under that gray-headed face. Moreover, with Yiling's strength, he could win several battles. He returned to Zhao Xiaohua's village in a breath, but had to carry him for a day and night. The importance of that day and night is self-evident. What Zhao Xiaohua didn't know was that Yiling had to go through all the trouble to finally get her. The real situation that the old father treated was just a Yuan Yuan Dan that was not even worth a jelly bean in Yiling's eyes.

Anyway, no matter what the process was, our Master Yiling finally succeeded in abducting Zhao Xiaohua, and a year after his departure, Zhao Xiaohua gave birth to a son.

That son is now Ling Hongwei, and Ling Hongwei is also pitiful. Yiling left without saying goodbye because of urgent matters in the temple, and returned eight years later. Zhao Xiaohua thought that Yiling had forgotten his promise, and she felt haggard. When Yiling arrived, He only had his last breath left, and even if Yiling had super powerful magic, he would be unable to save himself. Only then did Yiling know that he had an eight-year-old son.

Yiling brought his son back to the temple, saying that he was a child he liked with wisdom.

What is the root of wisdom? This thing is very vague. It is whether a person has some understanding of Buddhism. Ling Hongwei does not have any raw wisdom root at all, but it is the spiritual root of Master Yiling. This also makes it easier for Yiling to recruit disciples. In people's eyes, Ling Hongwei is Yiling's close disciple!

Feeling guilty towards Zhao Xiaohua, she gave all her guilt to her only son, Ling Hongwei. Yiling's surname was Ling before he became a monk, so the fat man also had the surname Ling.

Maybe it was because Yiling was too doting on himself, and whenever there were good things in the temple, he was stuffed with him, which caused him to be over-nourished and become what he is now. If he hadn't done a blood test, Yiling would never have done it. Will believe that his handsome face and Zhao Xiaohua's peerless appearance will give birth to a product like Ling Hongwei.

"Old man, you know how to study the scriptures. Don't deceive others. Let me take a look. Hey, it turns out that this scripture is the illustrated version of "Silver Ping Mei". Master Yiling is indeed profound in Buddhism. The younger generation has been taught!"

Ling Hongwei snatched the "Prajna Sutra" from Yi Ling's hand. When he flipped through it, it showed a picture of a man and a woman having sex. He immediately turned over two pages with gusto and laughed.

"You bastard, your father and I have so many things to do, why don't we find something to relax and unwind? How can you be such an idle guy, Hongwei, who slapped you in the face? Grandma's, even my Yiling son dared to slap it!"

Old Yi Ling blushed and reprimanded, but then he noticed that Ling Hongwei's face was as swollen as a pig's head. His face was as cold as frost and he said with murderous intent in his eyes.

Ling Hongwei is the opposite of Yiling. He will be scolded and beaten again and again, but if anyone touches his solitary seedling, he will definitely fight for his life!