Mind Cultivation Record

But it was Gui Hai, an intermediate-level Jindan, who unexpectedly made a temporary breakthrough after a short period of listening to the Dharma and enlightening himself, and successfully entered the high-level Jindan realm!

There is a saying in Buddhism: Put down the butcher's knife, become a Buddha immediately, return to the sea, listen to the young monk's lecture, meditate and realize the Tao, break the bottleneck in one fell swoop, and advance in cultivation.

Although Guihai has just advanced and his cultivation has not yet been completely stabilized, Guihai's strength is already far superior to that of monks of the same level. When he was in the middle level of Jindan, he was confident that he could cross over to challenge the high-level Jindan monks. Now that he has successfully advanced, how can ordinary monks of the same level be taken seriously by him? Seeing the fierce light in the eyes of the high-level Jindan monk, Guihai grinned innocently, and the Ghost-headed Sword was already tightly held in his hand. Ready to go.

Du Jiu, who is sophisticated in the world, can naturally see that Gui Hai's combat power is much stronger than him, but at this moment, he is riding a tiger and it is difficult to get off. If he turns around and leaves, how will he survive in the future?

But at this moment, Mianyuan came over.

"Amitabha! Our Wanning Temple is a peaceful place, how can we allow you to mess around at will?"

"What a Wanning Temple! What a peaceful place! When this high-level Jindan 'fellow Taoist' was bullying the weak, why didn't anyone from Wanning Temple jump out to uphold justice?"

Xiao Mian was already simmering with anger, but now that he saw that the middle-aged monk appeared on the scene, he was clearly partial to Du Jiu, and his anger became even stronger. When he thought about the many Buddhist monks who deliberately possessed demons and ambushed the young monks along the way, Xiao Mian's perception of Buddhist monks could be said to be extremely bad. Since the young monk doesn't mind his own mischief, he should simply make the mischief bigger and more cruel, so that these bald heads will remember it for a long time!

"Amitabha! Boy, don't be too arrogant!"

As a quasi-Nascent Soul monk, especially the head of the Discipline Hall of Wanning Temple, others would respectfully call him "The Divine Monk of Destruction of Fate" when they met him. How had he ever been so slighted?

"If the road is uneven, some people step on it, and things are unfair, some people say! I think you are a qualified monk from Wanning Temple, so I call you senior. But, senior, don't be too arrogant!"

The Destiny Divine Monk was stunned when he heard this and looked at Xiao Mian in disbelief.

But at this moment, Gui Hai and Tuo Ba Lan looked at each other and smiled.

"Haha... Brother Qingyun is indeed my confidant in Guihai! As soon as I opened my mouth, I said what I wanted to say. Since Wanning Temple has invited a young holy monk to teach the Dharma, there is a clear rule that no aliens are allowed. The monks come to listen to the little saint monk’s explanation of the Buddhist path? If so, we will turn around and leave, and then we will announce to the world for Wanning Temple that only monks who have converted to Buddhism can listen to the Buddhist lectures, and other people, please stay away!”

Guihai's words made the Mie Yuan Divine Monk frown slightly. The Buddha once said: Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately. Even the devil can be transformed into Buddhism. He did not dare to say such words!

But in this case, it was natural for Zhu Yanji to come as a ghost cultivator to listen to the young monk's sermon. On the contrary, Du Jiu's unreasonable provocation became the culprit of the trouble.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Du Jiu slowly stepped back, intending to apply oil on the soles of his feet.

He, who is a casual cultivator, Du Jiu, can retreat, but the Landlord, the Destiny Monk, cannot retreat!

After scanning Xiao Mian, Gui Hai and Tuoba Lan one by one with his profound gaze, the Destiny Monk was secretly annoyed - these three people were clearly among the best, and their achievements in the future would be limitless, so why should he do it for them? Did a Du Jiu offend them?

It's just that now that the arrow is on the string, he can't help it...

"The poor monk sees that the three benefactors all have wisdom. I will not pursue the matter of disrupting the young saint monk's lecture today. However, there must be an explanation for slandering Wanning Temple!"

"Old monk, what do you want? You might as well make a way out!"

But it was Tuoba Lan who was uncharacteristically arrogant.

In fact, the Divine Monk of Destruction looks like a middle-aged man of about forty years old. He can only be called a great monk, but Tuoba Lan deliberately called him an old monk.

Although the Divine Monk of Destiny was secretly angry, since he wanted to settle the matter, he did not want to worry too much about these small things. However, the rudeness of Xiao Mian and the other three towards Wanning Temple must be punished with a small amount of punishment. If you don’t spread the word, it will be really unpleasant.

"Amitabha! If the three young benefactors can accept the three palms of the poor monk, today's incident will be forgotten. If not, the three of them will be asked to retreat in Wanning Temple for three years!"

In the view of the Destiny Divine Monk, his solution is very reasonable. Even if Xiao Mian and the other three cannot take his three palms, he will not make it difficult for them and will only let the three of them meditate in the back of Wanning Temple. After three years, Wanning Temple showed its great teaching style.

I didn't want these words to fall into the ears of Xiao Mian and the others, but they elicited three cold snorts.

Xiao Mian, Gui Hai, and Tuo Ba Lan are each more arrogant than the other. Although Tuo Ba Lan is usually gentle and elegant, once he becomes cold and arrogant, even Xiao Mian will feel inferior to him.

But tsundere is tsundere, and the three of them are not stupid.

With Guihai's cultivation level having just advanced to the advanced level of the Golden elixir, it would not be difficult to receive the palm of the quasi-Nascent Soul cultivator's Destruction Fate. However, Xiao Mian and Tuoba Lan were only at the beginning of the Golden Elixir cultivation level after all. How could they confront the Destruction Fate head-on? Divine monk. Even if I want to destroy Yuan, I dare not kill them in public, but if I can't take it, it will be a small matter to save my face, but it will be a big thing to be confined for three years!

Thinking this, the three of them looked at each other and smiled.

"Given by the elders, don't dare to refuse! Since this old monk wants to teach the three juniors about their cultivation, we naturally don't dare to disobey him. However, the three of us brothers have always been of the same mind and stayed together, so the three of us joined forces. How about taking over the three palms from senior?"

"Haha..., it doesn't matter! It doesn't matter! But the poor monk also has something to explain in advance: Since the three little donors are so close, if one of them fails to accept my palm later, the three little donors will have to be there together. I have been practicing meditation at Wanning Temple for three years!”

"That makes sense!"

"Then, three little benefactors, be careful!"

After saying this, Xiao Mian and the other three people stood ready.

The next moment, Mianyuan waved his palm seemingly casually.

This palm has no special meaning, it was just used by Mianyuan to test the strength of the three of them.

However, as a quasi-Nascent Soul cultivator, even a random strike with every gesture was enough to make Xiao Mian and the others highly nervous. Because of the constant discussion during the fight in the past few days, the three of them knew each other's strengths very well, and therefore, they had already divided their work.

Xiao Mian raised his hand and used the Ice Soul Finger, intending to freeze the opponent's palm energy. However, the palm energy emitted by Mianyuan was unusually condensed and thick. Although the Ice Soul Finger hit the palm energy, it was unable to stop the palm energy. offensive. Upon seeing this, Xiao Mian raised his fist and struck at the palm print. At the same time, the Wings of Wind and the Ghost Head Sword also turned into two dragon shadows.

For a moment, the golden fist shadow, the cyan wind dragon and the black ghost dragon formed a trinity, hitting the palm mark in the air, unable to move even an inch.

Although the palm energy contains the pure essence of the Destiny Monk, after the palm energy leaves the body, the essence will eventually dry up. Over time, the palm print will shatter.

The three of them were unscathed by the first palm, but the palm prints were shattered in vain.

Everyone at the scene was talking a lot, but the Destiny Monk didn't care.

Immediately afterwards, the Divine Monk of Destiny raised his right hand and concentrated his energy, apparently activating some secret technique. However, as time passed, the right hand of the Divine Monk of Destiny did not show any abnormality at all. Finally, slowly and slowly, The Destiny Divine Monk gently pushed out a palm.

This palm has a reputation, it is one of the seventy-two secrets of Buddhism - Prajna Zen Palm!

Prajna Zen Palm is colorless and formless.

After the palm energy left the body, it was obvious that the overwhelming pressure could be felt, but no matter how Xiao Mian and the others observed, they could not understand the specific existence of the palm energy.

Xiao Mian and the other three also knew that this was the highlight, and they all used their true skills.

Guihai's Ghost Head Sword and Tuoba Lan's Wings of Wind mixed together and turned into a huge flying dragon that was half black and half green, charging forward.

With a bang, the black and green flying dragon hit the void ahead and paused for a moment, but then, the black and green flying dragon was pushed away. But the black and green flying dragon persevered, bombarding the giant palm of the void again and again. After each bombardment, the black and green flying dragon would shrink by one point, obviously consuming its own spiritual energy. But even so, the impact point of the black and green flying dragon is getting closer and closer to the three of them. It is obvious that the colorless and invisible Prajna Zen Palm is slowly but firmly approaching Xiao Mian and the others.

At this moment, another five-color sword dragon flew up from Xiao Mian's hand and joined the offensive. Under the control of the three people, all the spiritual energy was twisted together and turned into a seven-color dragon. It roared and slammed into it, finally pushing the Prajna Zen Palm away a little.

But even so, the situation is not optimistic.

If they were to engage in a protracted battle with the Divine Monk of Destruction of Fate, the real energy of the three of them would be greatly depleted. How could they still receive the third palm that the Divine Monk of Destruction had not yet sent?

You can even think of it with your knees: That third palm is bound to be more powerful than the second palm!