What would a normal Mahayana casual cultivator do before crossing the catastrophe

Maybe many people will be misled by those widely circulated scripts, thinking that the daily life of monks is to fight and fight for opportunities.

Unfortunately, in fact, most of the time they are no different from ordinary people.

Especially those casual cultivators who can survive to the Mahayana period in safety and integrity, they are more cautious in their words and deeds, looking forward and backward, and being cautious.

They are usually harmonious, friendly and close like a family, and they come several times a year to find monks of similar level to cooperate with them to explore secret places.

As for the repeated opportunities, thrills, and disturbances... most people have never seen it.

certainly--

Those mentioned above are just "normal" Mahayana casual practice.

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"Damn it, what's going on with the inheritance secret realm this time, why is there nothing?"

"What else can it be, the original owner of the secret realm is poor."

"Hey, I wasted three months, and I won't be able to get all the training resources for next year."

"...Stop talking, me too."

A group of eight monks complained to each other, and walked out of the space gap in Haiyan, most of the expressions on their faces were not very good.They took a few steps to the shore, saw a dark-skinned young man with a beard in the team, and someone couldn't help but said sourly: "I think Puyang fellow Taoist is in a very good mood. For you, this trip can be regarded as a rewarding trip?"

The young man mentioned by him turned his head when he heard the words, touched his head and said shyly: "It's not counted, those grasses are just brought back to plant for fun."

Just when the expressions of the rest of the people were slightly relaxed, this guy continued to say: "After all, I have already assembled the resources for next year's cultivation, and I am not in a hurry."

other people:"……"

Damn, want to strangle this guy.

They flew forward in a weirdly silent atmosphere, planning to meet this bastard Jianghu as soon as they reached the sphere of influence of the Spirit Boat Gate.However, not long after flying out, one of them suddenly focused his eyes, pointed to a corner of the mountain below and hesitated: "Is there someone there?"

The others looked down upon hearing the sound.

"Hey, it really is."

"Go down and see?"

"...Well, go down and have a look, if you are out of breath, you can help bury it, haha."

Everyone laughed and landed tacitly, and carefully observed the man from tens of meters away.

"There is still energy." A person concluded with a sad expression.

"Guanzhi Qiji is a fellow Taoist in the Mahayana period." Another person said quietly.

"The one on his wrist...is it a storage bracelet?" The third person stared straight.

"Actually, I'm almost out of breath." The fourth person said unwillingly.

"But why do I feel that he is getting better?" Pu Yang retorted doubtfully.

The atmosphere fell into a dead silence again. Amidst the noisy mountain wind, all seven eyes turned to the bastard who was speaking.

fuck.

Who the hell agreed to let this guy join the team?

Soon everyone realized - they agreed together.

After all, all of them didn't know each other before this.If there is someone I know, where will I join the wild team?Moreover, Pu Yang looks quite honest and honest, unlike the kind of dangerous elements who would stab a knife in the back, of course they would not reject such a good combat power...

It's just a little too honest, huh.

One person smashed his teeth and swallowed his blood, forced a smile and said, "No, Puyang Fellow Daoist, his condition is clearly deteriorating."

"Really?" Pu Yang's eyes became more puzzled.

"Yes!"

Everyone stared at the bastard, and they were relieved to see that he finally shut up.They continued to discuss tentatively: "Seeing that fellow Taoist is in such pain, why don't we let him be released early?"

"Yes, yes, it's so pitiful."

"Our monks should be compassionate."

"We will take his property and try our best to find his relatives."

"I don't know which Taoist friend is willing to go forward and give relief to the dying person?"

The topic is stuck here again.

After all, no one knew whether that person had any means of self-defense, and they were all afraid of being counterattacked when they were dying.

At this moment, Pu Yang, who had been struggling for a long time, spoke again: "I think he can really be rescued, there is a second-class sect not far away, and there should be time to buy some healing pills and come back."

"..." The expression of the person who said that he would not be able to get together the resources for next year's cultivation twisted for a moment, and then said slowly, "That's right, why don't fellow Puyang Taoists go buy it, we are here to protect him from the infestation of wild beasts."

Pu Yang immediately became happy, turned around and flew away: "No problem! You all look after him, I'll be back soon!"

Everyone watched the fool fly away, Qiqi heaved a sigh of relief, and after a long time of eye contact, they finally made a decision.

Take the shot together, and then reap the rewards evenly, don't play with that idiot.

Everyone urged their magic weapons to aim at that person, but before their attack could be sent out, a black shadow suddenly galloped from the sky, whistling past their eyes like a bolt of lightning!

boom! ! !

All of a sudden, the dust flew up, and the eyes of all the monks were blurred. When they came back to their senses, there was only a huge pit with a diameter of [-] meters in front of them.

The man lying there was shoveled away, along with half the mountain around him...!

Everyone was dumbfounded, with grief and indignation in disbelief.

"That's a Lingbao Flying Boat from the Mahayana period, right? Why would someone who can afford a Lingbao Flying Boat come to grab such a thing from us!"

On the other side, on the flying boat that shoveled away half of the mountain in an instant, the bearded young man who was "sent away" was standing on the bow with his arms folded.He raised his hand to touch the chin twice, grabbed the thick beard and pulled it out, and instantly countless dense light lines lit up with the center of the face and quickly collapsed.

His complexion turned into a cool and fair color in the blink of an eye, and his rough and honest face also changed into a handsome face in his early 20s.The young man casually brushed up his long, jet-black hair, half-closed his eyes, glanced at the crowd behind him who had long been invisible, and let out a soft snort.

Do these guys think everyone else is a fool?

He casually tied himself a ponytail with the strip of cloth torn from his cuff, then turned around and walked towards the guy lying on the mound, squatting down and staring at it with probing eyes for a long time.

With sword eyebrows and star eyes, high nose and thin lips, this rare handsome face in twelve continents is unforgettable.Very good, he did not admit the wrong person.

It's just why this guy is so embarrassed, isn't he the young master of Huangtian Sword Gate?There were only two times when I was bumped into by him.

He reached out and poked the man's dusty face: "Yihong? Wake up, Jianjun Yihong? Wan Tuduan? Hi? Are you still alive?"

no response.

All right, I can only carry it back.

The spirit treasure flying boat turned into rainbow light, and passed through the void at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. After a while, it came to the edge of an abyss, and then swooped down at an unabated speed.

hum-

A twisted entrance in the shape of a vortex opened below the abyss, instantly engulfing the flying boat.After a brief twist, the scenery in front of him suddenly became clear.Among the mountains and rivers that stretch for thousands of miles, there are clear rivers that meander like dragons. After the thick fog in the north, the shadows of red are revealed, accompanied by the sound of rumbling waterfalls.

No one knew that there was such a paradise-like place under the abyss.

The flying boat stopped on a vast grassland, and he jumped off the deck more than ten meters above the ground with Jianjun Yihong, who was still unconscious, and walked straight to the thatched hut not far away after landing lightly.

Behind him, the flying boat moved by itself, chose a relatively open place to hover, and then turned sideways and poured out the half of the mountain that had been shoveled back before.The green plants quickly spread up the mountain at a speed visible to the naked eye, covering it completely in an instant.

When the young man walked into the thatched hut with his people on his shoulders, the newly emerged hill had already integrated with the surrounding environment.

"crunch-"

There was an ear-piercing sound when the wooden door was pushed open, the young man frowned, looked at the hay bed that he had cut corners and piled up casually, and then at the man on his shoulder who was covered in injuries, half-closed his eyes and touched Touching his chin, he took off his outer robe and spread it on the bed before putting him on it.

This man didn't know what he did, more than half of his body's skin was scorched, there was a penetrating wound on his thigh and chest, and there were hundreds of other small wounds.

Although it looked serious, he was a monk in the Mahayana period, so he would definitely not die.But if you leave it alone, this person will suffer more.

He clicked his tongue and started to tear off the man's charred and torn white robe.These great sect monks are more particular than casual cultivators. Even the robes are made of top crystal silk, and they wear three or four layers inside and out.

It's good now, if the clothes are torn, the loss is hundreds of times greater than that of casual repair.

He stripped off his clothes neatly, revealing the eight-pack abs and long straight legs that had been blocked before.Yao Hong's complexion is fairer, which makes the wounds on his body more hideous and frightening.

Especially the one on his thigh...

Tsk, miserable.

He took out a pile of ointment and mixed it in a stone mortar according to a certain ratio, and after mixing it well, he directly applied it to the man's wound with his hands.Since the hole on the leg was so delicate, he painted it there first because he couldn't see it.

However, when he raised his head after painting, he was caught off guard by a pair of light gray eyes.

he:"……"

Yihong: "..."

The two men stared and fell into a weird silence.