As a stand-in, he ran away in a vest.

"Brother Zhou, you're back—" Walking near the rented courtyard, the bearded Nan Tianluo, who had also returned from a bumper harvest, greeted Zhou Jing, but he stopped suddenly when he was originally saying hello.

Because at this time, Zhou Jing's cultivation revealed to the outside is not the foundation building period, but the golden core.

After a few tough battles with the demonic energy, he is now back to this place. In fact, his cultivation has already broken through the Nascent Soul from the late Jindan period.

Zhou Jing saw the bearded man stop, and knew what he was thinking.

There is too much difference between monks, so there is often no way to go forward together. If people who are not familiar with each other rashly get along with people who are higher than themselves, and inadvertently angered the other party, they may not even have the strength to fight back. No.

"Brother Nan, long time no see."

After Zhou Jing regained his identity as a casual cultivator, he also regained some of the camouflage he had made on himself, but he also made some changes. Now, from the perspective of outsiders, his cultivation base in the foundation period has become a golden core Period, the face was disheveled before, but now the appearance is more delicate.Zhou Jing continued to maintain the lame leg that he thought of unintentionally at the beginning.

The bearded man paused for a while, seeing Zhou Jing talking to himself in the same manner as before, he laughed again, and chatted with him about homework.

It's just that after the two exchanged pleasantries, and before Zhou Jing opened the door of the small courtyard he rented, the casual cultivator Nan Tianluo, who had always looked like a simple and honest big brother in front of Zhou Jing, had never had any physical contact with Zhou Jing, let alone It's like those shoulder-patting movements when we got along before.

Zhou Jing entered the hospital with a normal face.

Zhou Jing didn't have much sense of belonging because the courtyard was rented at the expense of spirit stones, so the courtyard was actually relatively empty except for the room where he lived as a bedroom.

When the cultivation base reaches Yuanying, perhaps more formations should be used to cover this yard, the original ones are not enough.Zhou Jing was thinking about it.

After closing the courtyard door, Zhou Jing took out some paints from the storage bag, and started to paint in the wide area in the middle of the courtyard.

Before the previous serial car accident, Zhou Jing would spend time painting to pass the time.After becoming Lin Huizhou for more than [-] years, although he lost his memory, his habit unexpectedly survived.

It was also because of this habit that he tore away the rotten peach blossoms on his body due to his appearance.

Yan Zhiqi's reaction at that time could not be said to make him feel cold.

The white paper was spread out, and Zhou Jing held a pencil that he made himself.These monks in the world of cultivating immortals, the people they are usually close to, leave a spiritual sense in the communication jade slip to pass the news to the other party.

There were not many people in Zhou Jing's own jade slips. At the beginning of the Yanyi Xianzong, he had been practicing Qi for the third level, and no one got close to him. But for Ming Suyue who was closer, when he was in retreat, Zhou Jing didn't know him at all. Incapable of leaving a spiritual consciousness in other people's jade slips.

There are one or two spiritual senses of casual cultivators and Jingzhe that I met after I came out.

Another more common method is talisman.Like Yan Zhiqi, although the dark historical feelings in his youth need to be buried deep in his heart, Zhou Jing also remembers that because the other party is a disciple of Fu Feng, he painted by himself, and occasionally rubbed some of his paints.

"If a person has no dreams, what is the difference between him and a salted fish?"

When Zhou Jing was thinking about how to accumulate energy, he thought of painting.Now, this thought reappeared in his mind. Although there were photo stones, he wanted to draw some people or things that left an impression on him.

"Actually, at the beginning, I thought about drawing some interesting stories and selling them. After thinking about it, it would be better for me to cultivate with a pure heart and integrate my sword spirit into the brush peak in the painting. a bit more."

But now, he didn't want to do anything with the painting, he just wanted to paint.

On the white paper, a figure gradually formed from the initial lines.

It's Waking of Insects.

He was wearing a black cloak, which was wide and wide, and the hood of the cloak was hung behind it.In front of him was a fire and a stove.

Paintings can reflect the subjective emotions of the painter. The Jing Zhe painted by Zhou Jing is still his face or his figure, but the whole person seems to be coated with a layer of soft light. It reveals a bit of gentleness.

Zhou Jing is the one who draws first, and then the background.

Facing the completed painting, Zhou Jing was silent for a long time, thinking about it. In the end, Zhou Jing still took the pen and drew a thin and long cyan color at Jing Zhe's feet.

Then, paint its scales and vertical pupils.

Jialan Temple.

The inner courtyard of Jialan Temple was isolated by a barrier, and it was always so quiet inside.

The group of young monks like Kongfan have been familiar with the environment in Jialan Temple during this period of time, and all nine of them are familiar with the courses taught in Jialan Temple.

Thus, the nine little bald heads started a deeper learning journey.

The first thing to teach them is the exercises for strengthening the body, and then they start to increase the amount of scriptures on weekdays, and let them learn the mental methods in the golden books by themselves.

Kong Fan's performance was particularly conspicuous among the nine young monks.

Because when the other young monks were still confused, Kong Fan had already started to ask the big monk who taught the class, and asked them another question.

In a quiet mountain forest next to Jialan Temple, Kongming held his face in his hands, staring at a leaf on the tree next to him, especially in a trance. On his little knee, there was a half-open scripture book. Look at the thickness. Kong Ming only watched about a third of it.

"The sun is so good, it's perfect for sleeping!" A little monk spoke with the voice of a little boy's baby. After saying this, he pushed back the scriptures he was reading, and went to the place. , directly using scriptures as pillows.

Kong Fan looked over and found that it was Dakini who was sleeping, and just after lying down for a few breaths, Kongkin was already sound asleep, his belly was covered by the monk's robe, and he could clearly see the ups and downs of his breathing.

Learning is a very painful thing. Even if you can feel happy sometimes, it will inevitably be more irritable.

Kong Fan continued to look at the scripture in his hand, and when he saw the last one, he put it away and replaced it with another one next to him.

Although the abbot with a poor face said that he took Kong Fan as his apprentice, but speaking of it, Kong Fan didn't meet him very often. The first time they met was when everyone shaved their heads together...no, shaving.

Kong Fanxin secretly slandered his language usage.

The second time we met was at night when Zhou Jing wanted to experience the fun of children, the great monk Huiguang suddenly brought him in front of the abbot, and then he was accepted as an apprentice.

He seemed to be very busy, he didn't appear in front of Kongfan like this, just so two-faced, not to mention the few young monks who were together every day, the white and fat face of the great monk Huiguang was more familiar.

Most of the time, Kong Fan was still with several other young monks.

Because of this, Kongfan felt the correct use of these two skills on his body.Two skills, one is [Nian Hua Yi Xiao], a natural born Buddha, as long as he contacts and learns about Buddhism, he will be enlightened.The other [sacrifice oneself for the sake of others] is a predestined person for Buddha crossing.transfer the harm suffered by others.

[Sacrificing oneself for others] The introduction of this skill made Kongfan not touch it, but just that one [Nianhua smiled], although it is not as powerful as the cold bone, but through this skill, Kongfan usually cultivates those things that need to be learned , especially with regard to Buddhism, the progress is called rapid progress.

A little monk whimpered, looked at himself, and only saw half of the book, and then looked at Kongfan, he had already piled up several books that he had already read...

"Kong Fan, have you read it all?"

"I've memorized them all first. There are some things I don't understand very well. I will ask other senior brothers when I meet them." Kong Fan continued to read the book and replied.

Kong Ming grabbed the leaf that he had been staring at for a long time, and continued to look at the scripture he was reading in the occasional chat with other companions.

The place where the nine little monks live in Jialan Temple is peaceful and quiet, and their every move reveals the innocence and liveliness of children.

Sandalwood lingers above the entire canopy of the Jialan Temple. A man with messy clothes climbed up to the top of the Jialan Temple, followed the direction of the flow of people into the main hall, and then wept at a monk he saw. Without saying anything, he rushed over and knelt down and hugged his thigh: "Master, save us!"

The monk who was hugged was puzzled at first, and before he had time to say anything, he felt pity because of the miserable expression on the man's face: "Almsgiver, get up and speak first."

It took him a few times to help the man up. After the young man explained the ins and outs clearly, the monk who had heard the whole thing folded his hands together and recited a Buddha's mantra.

And the master abbot who Kong Fan thought was very busy is now in the hall, talking with another monk in monk's robe.

"Master Yiyun, during this time, among the pilgrims, someone came to Jialan Temple for help, saying that there are monsters in his hometown that like to devour people, and they have already eaten a lot of people near his hometown. They have no way to solve it. , and then came to Jialan Temple for help, hoping that we can help them."

The outer courtyard of Jialan Temple is located among ordinary people, and ordinary people come to offer incense from time to time. There are incense lingering above the temple day and night, which is very prosperous.

However, the inner courtyard of the Jialan Temple within the barrier is a place of pure Buddhist cultivation, and even the monks from the outer courtyard are not allowed to enter.

Now that I came in, it was also checked by the people from Jialan Temple. What the person who came to beg for help during the offering of incense is all true. The place where the young man is, the village where he lives and the nearby villages have been in recent times. Quite a few people went missing.

"Master Yiyun, we estimate that the monster that the benefactor mentioned is not weaker than the third level, and the monks in the outer court have only cultivated to the second level at most, so they are really no match."

Yiyun's face was a bit bitter. After hearing this, he closed his eyes and said, "Amitabha."

"You go out first. After a while, I will ask Huiguang to choose a few people to deal with the monster."

"Amitabha, I'm here to thank Master Yiyun on behalf of the benefactor." The monk bent down and thanked him.

"The monks are merciful, not to mention that the benefactor came to my Jialan Temple from thousands of miles away. He is kind and sincere. If I can help, I will definitely give him a helping hand."

The monk who got the right words left the slightly empty main hall. After he walked out of the gate of Jialan Temple and went down the mountain, when he passed by a place, the formation of Jialan Temple was like a wave of water, and the monk in the outer courtyard was lost. traced.

Dakini, who just woke up not long ago, was lying on the grass, holding a scripture in his hand, and was very excited to see the place where the strange monk disappeared just now.

He turned his head to look at a group of his fellow apprentices, and excitedly pointed to the spot just now: "Did you see it!"

Someone replied: "Yes. He's gone."

The nine young monks have been staying in Jialan Temple for almost half a year now, and they can almost recognize all the faces that often appear.

"I haven't seen that brother... and he is missing. Is it a new exercise? Can we learn it?"

The corners of Kong Xing's mouth gradually raised, and he made a dreamy voice: "If you learn hide-and-seek, you won't be able to see me."

Kong Fan raised his head from the scriptures, cruelly breaking the dream of Dakini.

"That's an enchantment. He's gone outside. Even if you learn the Kongkin, you won't be able to use it for hide-and-seek for the time being."

All the young monks raised their heads because of Kongfan's words, because they have been staying in Jialan Temple for the past six months, and they are in the temple and at the foot of the mountain every day. The word outside is too attractive to them.