Good news, the elder is gone

Lei Jie is like diarrhea, the arrow has to be fired on the string, and it will collapse if it is slightly relaxed. There is no reason to hold back.

Xue Wangliu took Xu Jiqing's words as fart, turned his head to Nian Shu who was frowning beside him and said: "Don't worry about him, you are yours. The students in the academy have already left now, and his books are being collected. If I'll buy him a new one after ruining it."

He stretched out his hand and set up a formation, imprisoning the surging breath of spiritual energy in a room, so as not to let outsiders see that there are monks here who are crossing the Golden Core Thunder Tribulation.

After instructing Nianshu to be serious about crossing the catastrophe and not to be distracted, Xue Wangliu opened the door and left, jumped directly onto the roof of the Wansui Zhai, looked up at the gray and low clouds of the catastrophe, and couldn't help worrying whether Nianshu could survive. through this.

Even the most hard-working boss around him did not form alchemy in five years. Even his natural spiritual body took eight years from cultivation to alchemy.

Cultivation progress, talent, and intelligence are naturally good, but everything is beneficial and harmful. The faster the practice time is, the more powerful the thunder disaster will be when passing the catastrophe. The two are positively correlated. The larger the independent variable, the larger the dependent variable.

The robbery cloud in front of him has already exceeded the size of the robbery cloud that Xue Wangliu has seen arbitrarily.

The gray and black clouds were illuminated by the looming lightning, and the oppressive feeling brought by the thunder calamity caused Ding Hong in the yard to stretch out her head and let out a cry.Xue Wangliu frowned, stretched out his hand and swiped in the air, and an ice blue sword appeared in his hand.

The fastest sword in the world, Qinshuang, is the same as its owner. Compared with other spirit swords, it is shorter and its blade is narrower.

Xue Wangliu took it to hold a sword flower, and the sweltering heat before the storm in the midsummer air suddenly dissipated a lot, and the scorching temperature gradually dropped.

Xu Jiqing hurried into the house with his book in his arms, but when he looked up, he found Xue Wangliu standing on the roof with a sword in his hand. He stopped and looked up and asked, "What are you doing up there?"

Xue Wangliu looked at him: "The calamity cloud is too big, help us to overcome the thunder calamity."

"...Love mother is a loser! You helped the Foundation-Building Thunder Tribulation, and you can help the Golden Core Thunder Calamity?" Xu Jiqing really jumped, "The Golden Core Thunder Calamity is for him to exercise and reshape his body. ! Whether his eyes can see or not depends on this experience! It doesn't matter if you block it!"

Xue Wangliu paused, and felt that Xu Jiqing's words made sense. He had really doted on Nianshu for the past two years. The last time the foundation-building thunder was blocked by himself, he didn't call that Leidong Nianshu a finger. Now The Jindan Leijie really shouldn't come by himself.

Seeing that he was standing on the roof without moving, Xu Jiqing thought he was not sure, stomped his foot and ignored the book on his hand, threw it directly into the pavilion, flew to Xue Wangliu's side and said, "Senior, I understand that you are so old. It's not easy, but Jindan Leijie, you really shouldn't interfere, didn't you say that a child's education is to lead him to learn, don't you help him learn?"

"The truth is the same, but I have the treasures of heaven and earth in my body. I boiled it into a body-building decoction and asked him to soak it for 81 days. The effect is the same as that of Jindan Leijie." Xue Wangliu said.

Xu Jiqing looked at him suspiciously: "Then you wait for Nianshu to survive the thunder disaster before you use it for him. Wouldn't it be stronger than stronger?"

It seems to make sense, but if such a big Jindan Thunder Tribulation is struck to death by Nianshu, wouldn't he be finished?The more Xue Wangliu thought about it, the more entangled he became, when he heard a sigh.

Nianshu's voice came from far away: "Master, don't worry, disciples are not afraid. This is what I should do, how can I let Master do it for me? I also ask Master to go and rest. Nianshu will come soon."

The child is a good child, but Xue Wangliu was still worried, but before he could speak, he felt his wrist tighten, and was pulled by Xu Jiqing and jumped off the roof.

"For the past five years, Nianshu has gotten up early every day to fight, climb mountains and practice cudgels. There is absolutely no problem with his physical fitness. If you are really worried, at worst, you will wait until Nianshu can't hold on anymore." Xu Jiqing said.

Xue Wangliu: "What if he is hacked to death before it's too late?"

Xu Jiqing paused, touched his face, turned his head to look at Xue Wangliu and said, "Why didn't senior care about me so much when I crossed the Gold Core Thunder Tribulation?"

"Nonsense, you are not my apprentice." Xue Wangliu ruthlessly pointed it out, "And you have been lying on the bed for half a month after the Golden Core Thunder Tribulation. Didn't I bring tea and water? To be a ghost, you have to be conscientious, otherwise you will be reincarnated in the next life Be a beast."

The two fought for a few words, and suddenly there was a thunder in the sky, and the thunderbolt hit the Wansui Zhai directly from the sky, blowing off the glazed roof, and hitting Nian Shu who was sitting cross-legged.

In an instant, the clothes on his body turned into fly ash, and the silk ribbon covering his eyes also split into several pieces and fell to the ground.

A thunderstorm, several thunderstorms, Nianshu's whole body was shrouded in lightning, so that people outside could not see his appearance clearly.

Nian Shu frowned at the pain tempered by the thunder and lightning. Since he came to Master's side, he has never suffered such pain again.

Regardless of the pain in the body, even the aura of the body was messed up by the thunder calamity. The spiritual energy in the dantian of the lower abdomen surged, and the foundation building altar that was originally good has now become fragmented.

Two more tribulation thunders struck at the same time, and a smell of blood welled up in his throat. Finally, Nianshu couldn't bear it anymore and spat out a mouthful of blood.After spitting out the blood, he felt much more comfortable. He let out a breath, kept his spiritual power flowing through the meridians of his body, muttered words, and began to recite the scriptures he had heard and copied over the years.

Thunder rumbled, people's voices murmured, and the rosary magic weapon in Nianshu's hand also broke, and the beads scattered all over the ground.Nianshu's hand turning the beads didn't stop, he closed his eyes and chanted the scriptures, he just felt that the lightning struck his body, and it didn't hurt so much anymore.

The thunder in his ears was still there, but Nian Shu was already immersed in his own chanting.

Subhuti, Yu Yiyunhe repeated it hundreds of times, and Nianshu gradually forgot that he was still crossing the thunder calamity, as if he was really in a Buddhist hall, sitting in front of the Buddha, with sandalwood Buddha incense lingering around him, and the sound of wooden fish in his ears .

And he raised his head to see the invisible Buddha, and listened to him admonishing all Bodhi disciples with a distant but tuneless voice, what should be done.

Nianshu listened carefully to this ethereal and distant voice, and it was very familiar to him, as if he had been sitting under this Buddha's knee for hundreds or thousands of years, and he had become one with the futon under him, and he only listened to the Buddha's words all his life.

But gradually, he felt something wrong with the voice, and the original sense of familiarity gradually faded away. He recalled that he had never heard such a voice in his short twenty years of life. The so-called sense of familiarity was just an illusion.

The Buddha bone on his body originally exuded a faint golden light, which stimulated the circulation of spiritual power in his whole body and healed his body that was constantly injured by the thunder calamity, but at this moment, it flickered, and the light suddenly dimmed.

Nian Shu didn't know the changes in his body, but he paused when he thought of this, and asked himself, is this the illusion of Jindan Thunder Tribulation?

The sound of the Buddha's words in his ears continued, but another voice in his heart warned him that this was reality and not an illusion, but Nian Shu shook his head, and the piety in his heart was a little less.

The abbot, the great master who lectured in the temple, faced thousands of believers all day long, and he couldn’t see it in his eyes. In their eyes, there was no difference between himself and others. He just lectured for everyone, not for himself. .

There is only one person in this world who only preaches scriptures because of himself.

The voice of the Buddha's speech suddenly stopped, and Nianshu could only hear the chanting sound in his own mouth for a while, and he stopped for the time when he recited a sentence, and then started to recite the next sentence.

Just like the first time he recited the scriptures, he recited one sentence after the master said it.

Just after reading the scriptures for the first time that day, the master held his hand stroke by stroke to touch the stone slab on which he carved the scriptures, and told himself how to write each stroke of the scriptures.

Obviously he would fall asleep every time he went to the temple to listen to the scriptures, but he was willing to read the scriptures all night for himself, read the boring scriptures over and over again, and then tell him to listen to them.

The sound of the Buddha's words stopped and continued again, but this time the voice was changed, it was no longer the distant and ethereal voice, but the gentle voice that he could hear every day.

He heard the voice praising him as a good boy, he heard the voice calling himself Nianshu, he heard the voice came from the master who had been with him for many years, but he had never seen him.

At this time, Nian Shu in the thunder suddenly laughed, and the originally dim golden light on his body also lit up again, but there was a lingering sigh, as if there was nothing he could do.

That's right, that's right.

The shattered Lingtai at the dantian turned into spiritual power and gradually gathered into a grain, and the spiritual power in the meridians circulated, and every time it passed through the dantian, the grain became bigger.

Listening to the voice, Nianshu began to recite Buddhist scriptures and listen to the words of the Buddha. The smile on his face never faded. After an unknown amount of time, the words of the Buddha in his ears finally stopped.

The dark clouds have not yet dissipated, and there is still faint thunder, but the light of the sunny day has cast through the gaps in the clouds, and the jasmine and crabapple blooming in the yard sway in the wind, swaying and wafting a fragrance.

The golden elixir in his belly was just formed, and Nian Shu finally survived the thunder disaster.He slowly opened his eyes, but was suddenly taken aback.

He, who had never made any difference between opening and closing his eyes, suddenly saw the scorched Buddhist beads scattered on the ground, saw the Longevity House that was smashed by the thunder, and saw a light that he had never seen before.

He stood up slowly, but found that he was naked, so he quickly took out the clothes prepared by Master in the storage bag and put them on, and simply tied his loose hair behind his back.

Nianshu looked at his hand, then reached out to touch his face, and suddenly laughed.

Before he had time to look in the mirror to see his appearance, he immediately stepped down, left the ruined room, stood under the eaves on one side, and saw two people sitting in the gazebo not far away, drinking tea.

One sits sideways and the other faces away.

When the voice of the person sitting on the side came, Nianshu instantly recognized that it was Master Xu, and the person with his back to him...

He blinked, and finally opened his mouth and called softly: "Master."

Nianshu thought that the master couldn't hear him, but Xue Wangliu turned around in an instant, saw him at a glance, and then laughed.

I am blind from birth, and have never seen anything. I don't know what is black, let alone what is white, and I don't know what color is.But at this time of the year, month, day, and day, I saw the most beautiful color in the world.

But he didn't have time to look any longer, but with a blink of an eye, he couldn't see again.

All the colors disappeared, and all the scenes disappeared before his eyes. Nianshu, who had never had any desires, had desires for the first time in his life.

I want him to take another look.

The author says:

The folk song Buddha Xiu Nianshu: Let me take another look at you, from south to north.

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Thank you Ah Zi for running, running, cornering, tumbling fish food with salted fish sauce.This week, there is a daily push list on the homepage of TT, and then I can’t find this aunt, hey, as usual, I ask for a starfish comment to save Amway.