Godly Dragon Guard

"Disciple, do you practice the Divine Illumination Sutra?" Master Xuanci asked.

"Yeah." Shen Lang nodded.

Master Xuanci smiled and said: "The Shenzhao Sutra is a top-level inner skill, but it is extremely difficult to practice. Without decades of hard training, you can't even scratch the surface, let alone a small success. The Shenzhao Sutra has nine levels. Disciple, I wonder what level you have reached in training?"

Shen Lang replied: "The third floor."

"This is just beginning to scratch the surface. In the first few decades or even hundreds of years of practicing the Shen Zhao Sutra, the effect is not obvious, and it is almost the same as the most basic breathing method. But after you practice to the fifth level, the effect It is so huge that it can fill your whole body with Qi, make your internal energy inexhaustible, and protect your body with Gang Qi, making you invulnerable to weapons and bullets." Master Xuanci said.

"Is he really that strong?" Shen Lang's eyes lit up.

Indeed, as Xuanci said, when Shen Lang first practiced Shen Zhao Jing, he felt that the effect was not great. Now that he has reached the third level, he feels that it has some effect. At least his physical condition has been greatly improved.

"Of course. Disciple, where does the black energy in your body come from?" Xuanci asked.

Shen Lang looked at the young monk beside him, feeling a little apprehensive.

"Huaihua, please step aside for a moment. Donor Shen and I have something to discuss." Xuanci said to the young monk next to him.

"Yes! Abbot." The young monk immediately retreated.

Chu You'er was also on the side. Shen Lang still trusted the little girl and didn't have any worries. He told Xuan Ci about the black ring.

"I have never heard of it. It may be because I am ignorant. This thing may be some kind of treasure that can transform the true energy in your body and make it more solid and pure." Xuanci said.

Shen Lang nodded and made up his mind. He had been worried about whether the ring would have any hidden dangers, but it seemed that it probably wouldn't.

"May I ask how old Master is?" Shen Lang couldn't help but ask.

"I am two hundred and twenty-nine years old this year." Master Xuanci replied.

"Holy shit!" Shen Lang was completely shocked. 9 years old? What is that concept?

The lifespan of a martial artist is very different from that of normal people, and the reason is related to their cultivation level.

Martial arts cultivators in the enlightenment stage have a lifespan of about ten or twenty years longer than ordinary people.

In the middle and late stages of martial arts cultivation, the lifespan is one hundred twenty or thirty years.

As for Wenjing martial arts cultivators, their lifespan is approximately one hundred, seventeen or eighty years. If this person breaks through to the realm of transformation, his lifespan will be almost three hundred years old.

"May I ask what master's cultivation level is now?" Shen Lang asked curiously.

"It's a question of insufficient cultivation. Twenty years ago, I entered the realm of transformation." Master Xuanci said calmly.

Shen Lang was sweating on his forehead. This could be considered a low level of cultivation, but he himself was a rubbish level of cultivation.

After chatting for a while, Xuanci also left the bedroom, letting Shen Lang have a good rest.

"Shen Lang, I didn't expect you to have such a background, a martial arts cultivator in the transformation realm! This is my first time seeing you!" Chu You'er felt a little excited.

Shen Lang smiled and said: "It's my first time too, so I'm lucky this time. Little You'er, help me."

Chu You'er immediately stepped forward and helped Shen Lang sit up from the bed. Shen Lang was wearing an ordinary monk's clothes.

Most of the physical injuries have basically healed, but they are still far from recovery. It is estimated that he will need to sit in meditation with the Shen Zhao Sutra for two full days before he can fully recover.

Shen Lang was convinced and immediately called Zhang Mingchen.

"Hey, Master, I met my master, Master Xuanci." Shen Lang said excitedly on the phone.

"What Master Xuanci?" Zhang Mingchen frowned.

Shen Lang's face darkened: "Master Xuanci, isn't he your master? The master is also a master of transformation!"

"What! Did you meet him? Where is he?" Zhang Mingchen yelled on the phone.

"In the Golden Gate Temple on the outskirts of Nanzhou City, the master is the abbot of the Golden Gate Temple. I am recuperating in the temple." Shen Lang said.

"Okay, I'll be there right away!"

Nanzhou City is not far from Qingfeng Mountain to the north.

Zhang Mingchen rushed over anxiously and arrived at the Golden Gate Temple before noon.

Under the leadership of the young monk in the temple, he finally saw Xuanci who was knocking on wooden fish in the living room.

"Disciple, long time no see." Xuanci smiled lightly.

"Master, why did you become a monk?" Zhang Mingchen scratched his head and asked, seeming quite confused.

Master Xuanci said calmly: "My disciple is still so naughty."

Zhang Mingchen scratched his head and said: "Master, I have been looking for you. I have searched everywhere, but I didn't find the monk temple. I never thought that you would become a monk to practice. Master, why did you become a monk?"

"My teacher has seen through the last trace of obsession in my heart, and I have no worries." Xuanci said with his eyes closed.

Zhang Mingchen sighed heavily. He felt that his master must have chosen to become a monk because of some shock in the past. He might have been broken up in love. He also knew that his master was not a worldly person, but came from Linhaitian Mountain in the outside world.

But since it was Master's choice, Zhang Mingchen couldn't say anything, so he asked: "Master, where is Shen Langren?"

"You are recuperating in the temple. I will take you there."

Xuanci took Zhang Mingchen to meet Shen Lang.

Shen Lang and Chu You'er lived in a bedroom in the temple, with two beds on the left and right. Both of them were recovering from their injuries.

"Master." Shen Lang saw Zhang Mingchen and greeted him.

"I've met Senior Sword Emperor!" Chu You'er stepped out of bed and said hello to Zhang Mingchen.

Chu You'er suffered serious internal injuries, but she had been cured by Xuanci Yun Gong. Although her injuries were not healed yet, she still had no problem getting out of bed and moving around.

"Isn't this a girl from the Chu family? I saw you when I was a child. Haha, you are so beautiful. You will definitely be a beautiful woman who will conquer the country in the future." Zhang Mingchen smiled.

Listening to Zhang Mingchen praising her beauty, Chu You'er's mouth curled up slightly, looking a little proud.

Zhang Mingchen turned to look at Shen Lang and tutted: "Look at you like this, you really embarrass me. That guy from the Yin and Yang Sect has made you so miserable."

The old man just didn't listen to what he said. Shen Langweng pulled his head and said: "That's because my cultivation level is not as good as theirs. After I practice for a few more years, those guys will no longer be my opponent!"

Zhang Mingchen shook his head. He usually hurt Shen Lang like this. He knew that Shen Lang was a competitive boy, but it was hard for him to do anything for him. Being able to cultivate to the early stage of enlightenment in the secular world was already unbelievable.

The few of them chatted for a while, with Master Xuanci standing by, and Zhang Mingchen told everything about what happened before.

"Practicing the Shenzhao Sutra requires a very high level of understanding, and it takes a long time. You are also entrusted by that person to let you practice the Shenzhao Sutra. This is why I didn't let girl Yi Lian practice it. Don't worry, turtle grandson. , all the techniques I teach you are top-notch!" Zhang Mingchen shouted. (To be continued)