Mind Cultivation Record

Following the light that the young monk sent out to attract the Buddha, all the monks who entered the Hall of Illusion were smoothly picked up and gathered around the young monk.

At this time, the little monk was safe and sound, but his expression was solemn.

It wasn't until he saw the last group of Xiao Mian and the four people leaving the temple that the young monk's face looked better, but he still looked at the sky where the yellow sand was flying from time to time.

Suddenly, a little golden light appeared in the air.

The golden light flashed and turned into a golden seed.

The seed sprouted and grew into a golden lotus.

The lotus is in full bloom, and a kind old monk is sitting there.

At this point, the young monk showed a relieved expression.

"Disciple Mahakassapa has met my master!"

Sure enough, the old monk sitting in the golden lotus is the young monk's master in this life, the highest-ranking person in contemporary cultivation and status in Western Shu Prefecture - the holy monk Ananda!

"Logically speaking, before you return to Shichahai, I can't take the initiative to see you, and of course I can't lead you. Therefore, you have suffered a lot these days, right? Thanks to these followers Guardians and guardians, thank you!”

Saying this, Holy Monk Ananda actually folded his hands and saluted Xiao Mian and others. Everyone said they dared not to do so and evaded, but no matter how hard they tried, they could not avoid Holy Monk Ananda's Buddhist salute.

But soon, Holy Monk Ananda asked the young monk: "What's going on with the power of breaking the world? At first, I thought you were the one who channeled the power of the upper world!"

"Amitabha! How can we borrow the power of the upper world lightly? Besides, the power of breaking the world is transmitted from this world to the upper world. It is really unbelievable..."

Just when the young monk said this, Holy Monk Ananda suddenly changed his expression and pointed to the sky.

"Old friend from Sword Spirit! Since you're here, why not show up and see him?"

Following the words of Holy Monk Ananda, a platform suddenly appeared in the air.

At first glance, the platform seems unremarkable, but if you look closely, you will find that the platform is made up of countless flying swords of various shapes intertwined!

In the middle of the platform, a young man in a green shirt stood proudly...

The young man's eyes turned to Ananda and the young monk, but he never looked at anyone else.

Holy Monk Ananda didn't care and smiled calmly.

“Is the ‘Ten Thousand Swords Spirit Platform’ of my old friend Sword Spirit finally coming to fruition?”

"Ananda! You don't need to test me! The incident happened suddenly. I was fighting with Bei Mo on the front line in Beicangyuan, so I can come here quickly!"

"So that's it! Donor Northern Demon Wei and several other old friends must be arriving soon. How about waiting for them for a while?"

"It's all right! But Ananda, you'd better think of an excuse first: Why are there still remnants of the upper world in your territory of Western Shu State?"

The young man in green shirt had a calm voice, but the harshness in his tone was not restrained.

At this moment, a white feather flew over from the eastern sky.

The white feather seemed to be light and airy, but as it moved forward, it jumped one after another. It was actually a strange way of short-distance space jump, and it was speeding towards...

Obviously, that piece of white feather is a flying boat.

The quality of this flying boat was not even a bit higher than the Qingmu flying boat that Xiao Mian was proud of. With the light escaping like a rainbow, the flying boat had stopped steadily in front of everyone.

The next moment, the flying boat disappeared, and a white-haired old man appeared.

Obviously, the white-haired old man knew Monk Ananda and the young man in green shirt. After greeting each other, the white-haired old man didn't say much.

The three big men were silent. Xiao Mian and other little shrimps were naturally silent. Even the flying sand in the sky seemed to be mute and silent.

"Huh? That's weird! Just now on the way here, I clearly felt the Northern Demon's 'Tianmo Palace'. How come it's been so long and I still haven't seen him arrive?"

"Hmph! The North Devil has always been frivolous. Who knows what kind of tricks he is playing? But the old gangster from the south is very close. Why hasn't he come yet?"

"Amitabha! These two old friends don't know something: the Saint Benefactor of Ten Thousand Sects may not be able to come!"

"What? Old man Wan has passed away?" The white-haired old man was stunned when he heard this, and then said in surprise: "In that case, wouldn't there be no one in the south to take charge? Is it possible that we have to re-select from old guys like us? Candidate? Let me declare in advance! Everything else is easy to say, but there is one thing: I will not go to that kind of place!"

"I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you, Benefactor Shen. How cunning is that old boy Wan Zongsheng? Although his combat power is not top-notch among us, his ability to survive is definitely first-class. I'm afraid even if you and I fall, , he is also living well!" Without waiting for Holy Monk Ananda to answer, the young man in green said directly: "I heard that there has been a fierce quarrel between the south and Shiwandashan recently, and there has been constant friction among the younger monks. The old ghost went straight to the Chishui River to stare at the Ten Thousand Demon Emperor!"

"Tch! What's the point of competing with that white tiger? But if something good comes out of Nanyue Prefecture, it's no wonder that the Ten Thousand Sects Holy Association protects the shortcomings..."

"No more gossiping! Since the Northern Demon hasn't come by now, he probably won't come again. Let's talk about the boundary-breaking power just now. Ananda, what do you say?"

"Amitabha! I think the three of us should go down and have a look!"

"That's fine!"

"I think it works!"

After the three bosses nodded in agreement, golden light, green light, and white light flashed, and the three of them disappeared, apparently deep into the Illusion Temple.

Xiao Mian was a little uneasy, but more than anything, he was shocked: from the few words spoken by the three of them, Xiao Mian learned that these three people were probably on the same level as Wan Zongsheng!

Within a moment, the three of them left and came back.

Xiao Mian tried to read something from the expressions of the three people, but found nothing.

After appearing, the young man in green shirt and the old man with white hair nodded to Holy Monk Ananda, then without saying anything, they each used their magical powers and left.

Apparently, the three of them had already reached some kind of agreement in the ruins of the Illusion Temple.

After the two people left, Holy Monk Ananda pondered for a while, then smiled at the young monk, said nothing, and wrapped himself in the golden lotus.

The lotus degenerates into a golden seed, the seed turns into golden light, and the golden light disappears.

At this point, the three top masters have all disappeared.

At the same time, everyone exhaled a breath of turbid air. The small breaths gathered together and became louder. Everyone was stunned at the same time, and then laughed out loud.

In this way, it actually relieved a lot of pressure.

Under the leadership of the young monk, everyone left the Fantasy Temple and continued moving forward.

That night, everyone set up camp in a small oasis to take a break.

Because there were too many people accompanying her, Zhu Yanji did not take out her nephrite incense account. Fortunately, the four of them were not pampered people, and they could eat and sleep in the open air.

During the chat, the four of them naturally talked about the three people in the daytime.

"Holy Monk Ananda's personal cultivation is the second best. What is most admirable is his attainments in Buddhism!" Speaking of the three people in the daytime, Zhu Yanji and others are most familiar with Monk Ananda, but speaking of it, It seems that he is compassionate and profound in Buddhism. As for the matter of holy monk Ananda fighting with others, he has never heard of it! Xiao Mian didn't know whether to laugh or cry after hearing this, and then asked: "What about the young man in green shirt and the old man with white hair?"

"The holy monk calls the young man in green shirt 'old friend of Sword Spirit'. If the prediction is correct, then the young man in green shirt should be the senior master from Zhongzhou - Sword Spirit Lord!"

"Sword Spirit Master?"

"Sword Spirit Master is known as one of the three greatest sword cultivators in the world!"

Even Gui Hai was carefree, and when he talked about Sword Spirit Master, he looked up in admiration. Xiao Mian was even more speechless after hearing this.

The three greatest sword cultivators in the world, who must they be! ?

Sure enough, Xiao Mian heard a lot of rumors and anecdotes about the Sword Spirit Lord from Gui Hai's mouth. They were nothing more than a single person with a sword, one of whom was worth a thousand, invincible at the same level, and respected by the whole world.

Xiao Mian also knew that it was difficult to tell whether these rumors were true or false, but he also yearned for the reputation of Lord Sword Spirit.

"As for the white-haired old man, he is one of the 'Three Immortals of the East China Sea'!"

"Three Immortals of the East China Sea?"

"There are three immortals in the East China Sea: white heads, blue shirts, and purple-eyed swords! This saying is widely circulated in Soochow, even a three-year-old child knows it. It refers to the three top masters of the Three Immortals of the East China Sea - Bai The Shou Weng, the Blue Shirt Guest and the Purple Eyed Sword! "Zhu Yanji is the eldest sister of everyone. Not only does she have the highest level of cultivation, but she also has the most experience. Although she has never left Xishu Prefecture, she said clearly: "The White Shou Weng. He has the lowest cultivation level among the three immortals in the East China Sea, but even so, he has the highest combat power in the world!"

"I dare to ask Sister Zhu Yan: How many people in the world have such peak combat power?"

"Except for the demon clan, the top masters of the human race are recognized! In the Western Shu State, the first ones are Holy Monk Ananda and me, the Ghost Temple of the Netherworld Ghost Realm; in the Northern Wei State, the two seniors are the Demon Emperor and the Holy Queen; in the Eastern Shu State, the two seniors are the Demon Emperor and the Holy Queen; Wuzhou is the Three Immortals of the East China Sea: the white-headed man, the blue-shirted man, and the purple-eyed sword; as for Nanyuezhou, there is only one person, that is the Wan Zongsheng!" Zhu Yanji's words made Xiao Mian feel a little depressed, and he thought for a moment. Asked: "Where is Zhongzhou?"

"Zhongzhou? It is said that there are ten heavenly masters in Zhongzhou! It is said that Sword Spirit Master is one of the ten heavenly masters! It is said that there are also masters of the heavenly realm who are not among the heavenly masters..."

It was said that Zhu Yanji and Xiao Mian were stunned!

Zhongzhou is unique and well-deserved!