Fantasy World Transmigration

Chen Ang remotely manipulated the Good Fortune Boy, and in an instant, set infinite trials for Wang Ming, a stupid young man. Orthodox monks who have been reincarnated or practiced for many lifetimes, but they do not exclude those who are destined to obtain orthodoxy.

As for whether Wang Ming is destined or not, even if he is not, Chen Ang has countless means to make him so, it is nothing more than a twists and turns in the process, but it is not him who is torturing, so he doesn't care at all.

Routinely using the real fire of the sun extracted from the morning sun to temper the flame of the ever-bright lamp, Chen Ang turned into a Changhong and returned to the Qixia Temple.

Just in time for Li Ning and others to bid farewell to him, he sent them to watch the gate. On the way, he caught sight of Wang Changluo looking at him differently. After a little thought, he realized that Wang Changluo had already guessed what Wang Ming had done. A great salt merchant who traveled all over the world, Wang Ming exposed a lot of flaws, and he could guess it after a little thought when he went back.

It's just that he pretended to be stupid in front of Chen Ang, and Chen Ang was also happy for him to play stupid, anyway, Chen Ang will never be the one who will be unlucky in the future.

At this time, the best time for practice has passed, and the vitality of the world has changed from the cleanness in the morning to the restlessness at noon. It happened that the sloppy monk finished his morning class and was sweeping in the yard. That Taoist Meng loves bird feathers, he has a straightforward personality, and I'm afraid he won't break up with you."

"Even if he wants to calm things down, I won't! He has been killing birds and snakes for ten years, and I can't argue with him before my spiritual consciousness is restored. Is it possible to let it go now? How can such a good thing happen?" Chen Ang sneered. .

"Ah!" The slovenly monk sighed, "Why do you have to engage in such an emotional struggle?"

"Fate is one thing, it is indescribable. When the wind rises, the end of Qingping, the calamity happens in the slightest. We cultivators are not grass, trees and rocks. If we are not moved by our will, how can we make friends in the world? If Meng Daoist is destined My fellow daoist can naturally turn an enemy into a friend, so I am fortunate enough to meet a fellow daoist, if it is an enemy in my previous life, I will be able to fight against the calamity, and talk about the level of the sword." Chen Ang said indifferently.

The sloppy monk complained: "Forget it! Forget it! Anyway, I have some friendship with you two. At that time, I will turn it around, so as not to form a bad relationship in this world. Evil causes and consequences, if they accumulate too much, it will be doomed in the world. If it wasn't for Fellow Daoist Hunyuan being too straightforward, good and bad in his sect, and full of evil, how could he be with Emei..."

"Keep the right and never lose, eliminate the evil." Chen Ang said indifferently: "How can I lose the ambition of my swordsman?"

The sloppy monk saw that there was something wrong with the two standing in the courtyard, so he called Chen Ang to his room and served wild tea. Although the two were old acquaintances, after all, Chen Ang's spirit had not returned to his place at that time, and his mind was ignorant, so they had some friendship , but never had a conversation. Today, I slowly talked about the main points of practice, methods, and tools, which are very rewarding.

Only then did Chen Ang know that the sloppy monk's Dharma name is Jingming,

In the past, he was a monk who became a monk in Qixia Temple next door. Later, he was expelled from the temple because of the monks fighting for power.

It's ridiculous that a group of mortal monks in Qixia Temple actually drove out the only Taoist Jingming, but this discussion made Chen Ang see through Jingming's heels and know that he is enshrining an oriental pharmacist The Tathagata deity cultivates the pure colored glaze sun and moonlight Tathagata Dharmakaya, and pays attention to being clean and unobstructed, and the colored glaze is not stained.

It's a pity that he has a disagreement with Jingming's temperament and hinders Feisheng.

Jingming has an interesting personality, unlike most of the great Buddhist masters in this world, who are profound and uncomprehending, to the point of resembling the character of Monk Ji Dian, a lazy personality, slovenly and unkempt, but he cultivates the pure glass dharma body . Chen Ang thought about how he took care of himself when he was ignorant, so he changed the subject and said: "When my spiritual consciousness has not recovered, I have always accepted your care, and I have nothing to repay. I tempered some Taiyin True Water yesterday, which is just right for you. Jingliuli Sun Moonlight Dharma Body, you just accept it."

Naturally, Jingming would not be ignorant of the reputation of the seven true waters in the universe, but how precious the seven true waters are, the sky does not grow and the earth does not grow, and only monks with the same skills can collect some with the power of the primordial spirit. There is a box of heaven in Ziyun Palace in the East Sea. The heavenly true water left by the golden mother attracts many righteous and evil masters to peep, wanting a few drops to heal their own catastrophe.

Not to mention this kind of true water that is suitable for his own Dharma body, even if Jingming trades the magic weapon that he has painstakingly worked for three hundred years, it may not be able to impress others to exchange a few drops of the magic weapon that others have practiced. Is the infinite natural water useful?

If Jing Ming gave up a hundred years of hard work, he would be able to refine a few drops, but monks regard Taoism as eyeballs, and who would waste their own practice for foreign things and heavenly materials?

Jingming thought about it, but finally refused, so he had to accept it with a cheeky face: "Monk, my soul has been agitated in the past few years. I think it's because I am too impatient to temper the dharma body with the real fire of the sun, and I have lost the original intention of being pure and peaceful. Jingliuli The dharma body is fiery, and I thought I would fill the sea eye for a hundred years to survive the calamity with water, but with the Taiyin True Water donated by fellow Taoists, the monk will lose his fire nature and return to purity in a short time."

"It depends on fellow Taoist to survive this catastrophe!" Jing Ming clasped his hands together and praised.

After this time, the friendship between the two has been further improved, and some more secret things can be talked about. Chen Ang has learned a lot of things in the practice world in recent years from Monk Jingming, and he has been gifted by Jingming. Many elixirs collected from Qixia Mountain were chatting with each other, Chen Ang had a thought, knowing that something related to him happened, so he closed his eyes and calculated.

"What do fellow daoists count?" Jing Ming asked with concern.

Chen Ang shook his head and said: "It's okay, it's just some obstacles in this world, and it's also related to fellow Taoists..."

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However, after Li Ning and the others left Qixia Temple, they walked all the way down the mountain, passing by Qixia Hufeng Biyun Pavilion on the way. Although the three Li Ning brothers came from inner masters and were light on their feet, most of the group were ordinary people, including Wang Changluo. The pampered master was exhausted and had to take a rest in the pavilion.

While Li Ning was taking a breath, he saw a group of people staggering up the mountain. It was almost noon at this time. When he was about to reach the Biyun Pavilion, he heard someone wailing: "Quick, quick, come to the side and let me go!" Come down...you will die again!"

A golden silk bamboo sedan chair was unloaded, and a white face covered with red rash got out of the sedan chair. Seeing Li Ning and others, he scolded: "Why are there still people here, drive them out quickly!" !" An old family member next to him hurriedly grabbed him, leaned into his ear and said, "Except for the clerk, they can't be messed with... Some masters in the rivers and lakes have extraordinary identities!"

Then the red-faced clerk gasped again and again, and said nothing more.

The old family came up to make amends to Li Ning and the others. Wang Changluo was a big businessman.

But Li Ning stared at the commentator, vaguely thinking of something.

At noon, the clerk suddenly screamed, his whole body was red, as if he was being burned by fire, he rolled all over the ground in pain, and shouted: "Kill me! I won't let that kid go, I want his whole family!" Die! It hurts me to death!" The flesh on his painful face trembled, he gritted his teeth and said, "Kill him! You must skin that snake for me!"

"My lord, I can't wait to eat his flesh and sleep on his skin!"

(To be continued.)