Forced Vest [Rebirth]

Seeing Feng Xuzhi vomiting blood, Feng Zhiyuan turned pale with shock: "Master, the wound hasn't healed yet?"

"No problem."

Feng Xuzhi shook his head.

Feng Zhiyuan's gaze paused at the end of Feng Xuzhi's eyes, where a bloodstain suddenly appeared, which was extremely dazzling.

Feng Xuzhi noticed that the disciple's eyes were fixed at the end of his eyes, and he raised his hand to rub the end of his eyes: "Are you curious about this red mole? This is the sign of five decaying fates. The redder this small mole, the more severe the physical exhaustion."

"Five Fate?"

Feng Zhiyuan was puzzled.

"Heaven, earth, human beings, relatives, and longevity, the five aggregates all decline, which is the five declines."

The Way of Feng Xu.

Feng Zhiyuan was still puzzled.

Feng Xuzhi walked over, took out another purple-gold jade slip, and threw it to his freshly baked apprentice:

"To put it bluntly, it's a bad fate. The obvious symptoms are that the body is particularly poor. Like this, there are always a few days every month when you vomit blood, vomit and vomit, and you can't control it at all. However, cultivating immortals is to change your fate against the sky. , Whether life is good or not depends on the individual.”

Hearing this, Feng Zhiyuan seemed to think of something, his expression changed for a while, and suddenly he knelt down on the ground: "Disciple, thank you for your reminder, Master."

Feng Xuzhi: What did the deity mention?

The novice master was a bit puzzled, but the master's posture had to be upright, so with a calm expression, he said with three parts of relief and three parts of satisfaction: "It's just as long as you understand."

Although he didn't know what Feng Zhiyuan had enlightened to, but he was a good teacher, his posture was in place, and it was right to be unpredictable!

Sure enough, Feng Zhiyuan raised his head again, his face full of admiration.

Thinking of Feng Zhiyuan's cold and serious face before rebirth, and looking at Feng Zhiyuan's admiring face at this time...

Only when Feng Xuzhi's mood fluctuated a little, he felt his blood surge and his throat was sweet.

Feng Xuzhi had no choice but to wave his hand and said: "Apprentice, you should first comprehend the exercises in these two jade slips. Sword cultivation requires a spiritual sword. Master will give you the spiritual sword that you wear with you. The other one is The mental method, thoroughly comprehended, can lay the foundation for the way you are looking for, so comprehend it well!"

Saying that, Feng Xuzhi took out a spirit sword and handed it to Feng Zhiyuan, before Feng Zhiyuan thanked his master, Feng Xuzhi disappeared in a flash.

Holding a spiritual sword, Feng Zhiyuan looked down at the high-quality spiritual sword in his hand, raised his hand to caress the spike of the sword, and burst into a smile.

Feng Xuzhi quickly returned to the Immortal Mansion, and mobilized his whole body's spiritual power to stabilize the golden core.

When the golden core no longer changed, Feng Xuzhi laughed angrily.

This body is obviously forcing him not to have the slightest emotional fluctuations. He is a majestic co-lord, but he is actually forced to be a Buddhist salted fish?

"Forget it, since I am reborn in this body, it is also a predestined relationship. From now on, this deity will be Qu Yunzhen!"

With a certain idea, the former Demon Venerable who accepted the status quo felt his mind cleared up, and his soul was finally completely integrated with this body. At the same time, the golden core that was on the verge of collapse was stabilized a lot.

Qu Yunzhen was angry and laughed, thinking that he was really hurt by the soul jade: "This is forcing the deity to cultivate his body and mind. I haven't tried to cultivate my heart... When I got the Buddha's cultivation method from Lingshan, I studied it carefully. Fan Fuli."

Qu Yunzhen can't go to Lingshan. Lingshan has his avatar. He hasn't figured out the characteristics of soul jade. He doesn't know what strange things will happen when he goes to Lingshan now. Qu Yunzhen can only find another way: " Fortunately, I have accepted an apprentice, let him go to Lingshan."

Qu Yunzhen sent a voice transmission to his apprentice Feihe, asking him to rush to Lingshan to seek a Buddhist cultivation method that can purify his mind and assuage his desires.

Feng Zhiyuan who was just looking at the Spirit Sword: Pure in heart, few desires?

Feng Zhiyuan, who had just been apprenticed to the master for less than two hours, obediently took the token, and went to Lingshan on a white crane to ask for the Buddha's cultivation skills.

Feng Zhiyuan drove a white crane to Lingshan, showed the token to the disciples of Lingshan, and the disciples guarding the gate let him go, and Feng Zhiyuan walked into Lingshan unimpeded.

Feng Zhiyuan looked curiously at the ancient trees that covered the sky and sun in Lingshan, and there were birds of all colors inhabiting the trees, when Feng Zhiyuan walked by, those birds still tilted their heads to look at him.

After walking for a while, he approached a bamboo house. In front of the bamboo house, a snow-white peacock shook its tail and suddenly opened its tail. The white screen made Feng Zhiyuan's eyes shine.

The ruthless sword cultivator after 2000 is still a young man full of curiosity. He walked quickly to the white peacock with its tail open, wanting to take a closer look at this miraculous bird.

When he got closer, Feng Zhiyuan found a young man sitting on the ground next to Peacock.

Feng Zhiyuan paused.

The white peacock paced around the young man, showing off its beautiful tail feathers to the young man, but the young man was immersed in the scriptures and did not look at the white peacock.

Feng Zhiyuan looked at the other party's long hair draped over his shoulders.

It is really rare to see a Buddhist cultivator with hair.

The young man raised his hand and turned over a page of the scripture scroll, read it slowly, then closed the scripture scroll, stood up and bowed to Feng Zhiyuan: "The benefactor is the one who came to Lingshan to seek scriptures?"

Feng Zhiyuan looked into the young man's eyes, the young man's eyes were calm, with an attitude of neither joy in things nor sorrow in himself, looking at it, Feng Zhiyuan's mood instantly calmed down.

"Greetings, brother, I am Feng Zhiyuan, a cultivator from Fuluo Island. In the name of Master, I come here to ask for a scroll of Buddha."

Feng Zhiyuan returned the gift while explaining the purpose of his visit.

"Junior Brother Feng, come with me."

With a smile on the corner of Foxiu's mouth, he lured Feng Zhiyuan forward.

Feng Zhiyuan followed behind Buddha Xiu, wearing the simple monk's robe on that person, there was a different kind of airy feeling, a vague sandalwood scent brushed his nose, Feng Zhiyuan couldn't help sniffing lightly one time.

On the way, I met a few bald-headed Buddhist monks, and when they saw the long-haired monk, they hurriedly clasped their hands together and saluted: "Brother Mingtan."

It turned out that the Buddha with hair was named Mingtan.

The Buddha cultivator nodded in return, Feng Zhiyuan saw the reverent eyes of all the Buddha cultivators looking at Ming Tan, and realized belatedly that Ming Tan's status in Lingshan was very unusual.

Ming Tan brought Feng Zhiyuan to the Lingshan scripture pavilion: "Junior Brother Feng, this is the place where the scriptures are stored in Lingshan. I don't know what requirements the respected master has for the scriptures you are looking for?"

"Master said that we need a scripture that can purify our minds and assuage our desires."

Feng Zhiyuan said.

All the immortal sects in the Twelve Immortal Continents have exercises for clearing the mind and concentrating the mind. His master specially went to Lingshan to seek sutras.

Ming Tan nodded when he heard the words: "It seems that Master has encountered a bottleneck in his cultivation. This volume of "Ming Wang's Heart Crossing Mantra" should be the most suitable."

As he spoke, Ming Tan waved his hand, and a scroll of scriptures with gold letters on a red background fell into his hand.

Ming Tan handed the scripture to Feng Zhiyuan: "If Master thinks that this volume of "Ming Wang's Crossing the Heart Mantra" is not effective, you can come to Lingshan to change another volume."

Feng Zhiyuan looked at Ming Tan, his face was gentle, and when he looked closely at each other, he could see that Ming Tan's eyes were a little blue. He was obviously a holy monk who transcended the world, but because of those blue eyes in the dark, , looks a bit strange.

For some reason, Feng Zhiyuan suddenly remembered the strange red mole that appeared at the end of his master's eye when he coughed up blood—Ming Tan's blue eyes, and the red mole at the end of his master's eye, it feels so similar.

Feng Zhiyuan put aside the thoughts that suddenly appeared in his mind, seeing that Ming Tan was still looking at him gently, holding the scripture in his hand, Feng Zhiyuan quickly took the scripture: "Thank you, brother."

"It's okay."

Ming Tan has always been expressionless, but his eyes are gentle, and there is a faint blessing of Buddha's light all over his body, not at all cold and gloomy, as holy as a Buddha statue in a mortal temple.

This made Feng Zhiyuan more respectful towards Ming Tan.

Ming Tan presented scriptures and sent Feng Zhiyuan away from Lingshan all the way.

Feng Zhiyuan drove the white crane away, the white crane disappeared into the clouds, Feng Zhiyuan looked back at Lingshan, and saw Ming Tan was still standing in front of the gate of Lingshan.

Lingshan floats in mid-air, hidden in golden clouds, all kinds of birds are flying in Lingshan, the white peacock that just started to cling to Mingtan flew out from nowhere and landed beside Mingtan, attracting all kinds of birds to surround Mingtan.

Feng Zhiyuan looked away.

In front of the gate of Lingshan Mountain, Ming Tan watched Feng Zhiyuan leave, twisted the bodhi seed bracelet on his wrist, his face was neither happy nor sad, only a pair of blue eyes contained deep thought.

"Chirp—"

The white peacock circling around Mingtan twittered.

Ming Tan moved his eyes down, paused on the clingy peacock, and smiled lightly, "Xiaobai, long time no see."

"Chirp - chirp -" the white peacock flapped its wings and rubbed against Mingtan excitedly.

Ming Tan smiled.

"Brother Mingtan, you're out of customs!"

Suddenly, a surprise call came.

Ming Tan turned his head and saw a white and fat little novice running towards him. The little novice hugged Ming Tan's leg.

"Since the senior brother has already left the customs, let's tell Mingsi a story again. The script that Mingsi asked his elder brother to bring is not as good as the mermaid demon cultivation practiced by senior brother Mingtan because he loves the prince of the human race. In those scripts, it is written that the fox demon loves the scholar, and instead of pursuing the Dao, he spends all his cultivation to stay with the scholar. It is really stupid! What else is only envious of mandarin ducks and not immortals? It’s all nonsense. dislike!"

Ming Tan lowered his head, saw the little novice's smooth head, couldn't hold back, and raised his hand to touch the little guy's round head.

"Tell stories, tell stories, Mingsi wants to listen to the stories told by senior brother!"

The little novice shook his head, hugged Mingtan's leg, and said in a loud voice.

Ming Tanqu patted his junior brother on the forehead: "Naughty, you can listen to the story, but you have to read the scriptures before speaking."

Mingsi was displeased when he heard the words, and said angrily: "Brother is always busy, always retreating, either going to the spiritual mountain to save the common people, or reading the scriptures, now I won't tell stories to Mingsi, wait until the senior brother finishes his work." , Ming Si has grown up! Who is the brother going to tell the story to?"

Ming Tan was taken aback for a moment.

What Mingsi said was right, but he really couldn't help his little junior grow up.

His body is a part made of the bones and blood of a divine beast. When the part and body entered Lingshan to find traces of the soul jade, it's just that the divine beast he created has a connection with Lingshan, and it has Buddha nature and karma. Therefore, he accidentally became the chief of Lingshan.

However, even if Ming Tan became the Chief of Lingshan, his body is still fighting in the Eight Desolation, so after a while, he has to use the excuse of seclusion to withdraw his consciousness and return to the Eight Desolation Demon Lord.

Later, when other immortal continents crusade against the Demon Lord, he didn't care about this avatar, and simply let Ming Tan die in the battle with the demons, completely erasing this avatar.

Clinker, he let his avatar and body go offline, and the Mozun's body took another scapegoat—everyone knew that Mingtan, a rare Buddhist genius in Lingshan, was assassinated by the Mozun, so his bones disappeared , not even a single relic was left.

This made Ming Si, who grew up to be the chief of Lingshan, hate Mozun very much. After chasing Mozun, he wanted to avenge his senior brother. It was helpless for Mozun not to do anything to his junior brother.

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