The Sage Who Transcended Samsara

Outside the cell, the breath escapes, although it is not a real flame burning, but it is very hot and hot. Meng Qi only feels the skin hot, as the fire burns, and the sweat can't stop flowing from the forehead, across the face, across the corners of his mouth. , Sweating down with the upper body.

Dizziness, swollen head, Meng Qi reluctantly kept his head, and maintained the air route of the first pass of the bell jar. Fortunately, he had an iron cloth shirt as the base, otherwise he must have "burned" his skin and had serious water loss, so he could not hold on. .

How many times more horrible than a sauna!

The internal force is constantly running. Meng Qi feels that the muscles are "dissolving" a little, and constantly "reorganizing", from the inside out, in conjunction with the "transformation" of the golden bell hood.

At Dan Tian, ​​he started to condense again.

Sweating transpired, Meng Qi's vision became blurred, and I felt that the scene in front of me was shaking-this is the part of the golden bell cover that is aimed at both eyes during practice, of course, in the first pass, only need to be in this environment Opened for ten breaths.

The torture and torture that had never happened before made Meng Qi look subconsciously into the cage, and seemed to be craving the fire to move inward and away from himself, so that the high temperature here was slightly lowered.

The flames of red feathers on his body seemed to feel Meng Qi's eyes, his eyes opened, and he took a step in his direction, so the temperature became even higher!

This dead bird! Meng Qi cursed in secret and did not dare to look at Huoyan again, for fear that it would move to his side again.

After ten breaths passed, Meng Qi closed his eyes and tried to make himself forget the high temperature suffering, forget the discomfort of the skin and muscles, forget the surroundings, and immerse himself in the practice of the golden bell jar.

I don't know how long before, the voice of "Amitabha Buddha" passed into Meng Qi's ears, just as he ended a weekly interval.

"Master." Meng Qi opened his eyes and saw Xuan Bei standing in front of himself.

Xuan Bei nodded softly: "Yes, today's cultivation ends here. It is unexpected that you can sustain a day."

"One day?" Meng Qi asked hoarsely, feeling terribly shocked, and even held on for a day?

At the same time, he stopped adjusting his breath and slowly stood up, feeling pain all over, and his legs were weak. He could not wait to find a cool place to lie down and sleep immediately.

Mysterious sadness often appeared with a smile on his melancholic face: "I originally thought that you could bear a maximum of two hours, but you have persisted for five hours, and your perseverance is commendable.

Sometimes I just play in pain and soothe my heart, but in fact I understand ... Meng Qi secretly argued for himself, but as soon as I took a step, I almost got down, because it was too hot, too dizzy and weak.

With a wave of Xuanbei's sleeve robe, the wind rose from an unknown place, holding Meng Qi steadily, avoiding his fall, and let him out of the range of the fire cell.

Coolness struck, Meng Qiu's mind was cleared, and he suddenly felt like he was alive again!

"But do n’t try to be self-supporting. It ’s easy to hurt your body. Five hours is enough." Xuan Bei walked forward and said to Meng Qi casually. "In this way, you can become a golden bell cap in half a month. One level, the first three levels will not add up to more than three months. "

Three months ... Meng Qi frowned, because I do n’t know how long the next reincarnation mission will come. If there is a year and a half, it is naturally worry-free. If it is only one month like last time, then your own Admiralty bells can at most be able to complete the second level, without substantial improvement.

Fortunately, there is a storm rain pear flower needle to save your life!

Meng Qi can only think like this, because the bell jar is a kind of strong and slow-moving magic skill. For normal practice, the first three barriers must be at least one year. Even if you have a good foundation, you may have six or seven. Months, now that I can train in three months, what else do I complain about?

Without a word, Meng Qi dragged his weak body back to the small courtyard where Xuan Bei was, went straight to the water tank, picked up the wooden scoop, and drank two scoops to alleviate the lack of water.

Entering the zen room, Meng Qi saw that Zhenhui was meditating, her face was smiling, and she was concentrating, but she felt a bit of Zen.

Is this guy really suitable for practicing "Fanghuazhi"? Meng Qi paused, and immediately found out the Lingzhi Buqi Pill to swallow it, and then meditated cross-legged, conditioning the body, and replenishing internal interest.

During dinner, Meng Qi burst out with the strongest "combat power" in history. He was surprised by the amount of food he ate.

After eating and drinking, Meng Qi, who practiced hard for a day during the day, was extraordinarily sleepy. He just wanted to lay a corpse on the Tongpu--Shaolin worships hard work, even if the elder's exclusive courtyard, such as Xuan Bei, is also a mixed service. There is no substantial difference between the courtyard and the monk's courtyard. Terror would not even exist in a separate small courtyard if it was not for the sake of keeping secrets and facilitating their own cultivation.

"Brother, I continue to meditate." Zhenhui said to Meng Qi with great enthusiasm, and returned directly to the meditation room without any resistance to cultivation.

Seeing this, Meng Qi sighed, turned and walked into the hospital, found a ring knife, and practiced the "blood knife method" in the cold moonlight.

Can't be lazy! Do not know when the reincarnation task will start!

"Blood Knife Sword" attaches great importance to the pace and the angle of the move. Pay attention to looking ahead and stunning behind. This can make the sword weird and each knife is cut from an incredible position. The strange "variety of deities" complement each other and practice each other to promote each other.

After practicing several swordsmanships, the tired Meng Qi paused, panting heavily, and planned to rest.

At this moment, Yu Guang in the corner of his eye saw Xuan Bei standing at the door of the zen house, not knowing how long he had stood.

"Master." Meng Qi quickly folded her hands.

Xuanbei nodded, rarely showing satisfaction: "Very good."

After speaking, he turned and walked into his own zen room.

Meng Qi secretly sighed, adjusted his breath for a moment, and continued to practice the sword.

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Day after day, Meng Qi repeated the two-to-one life in the jail cell and the mysterious courtyard, only to feel that the Admiralty hood became smoother and smoother, and the body had a strange change, which was successfully practiced on the thirteenth day. The first pass.

On this day, Meng Qi sat cross-legged in front of the fire cell, with few sweat beads on his body, reflecting a little golden.

Although the high temperature was still there, Meng Qi's discomfort was relieved a lot, his head was no longer dizzy, his skin was no longer burning, and his body was much calmer.

Suddenly, a layer of golden light appeared on Meng Qidan Field, with a slight sound.

After the sound, the golden color faded, and Meng Qi opened his eyes and moved his neck contentedly.

On the twenty-ninth day, the second level of the Admiralty Cover was practiced! Dan Tian re-condensation is complete!

Xuan Bei seems to have been here, but he hasn't left. When he sees this, he nods slightly: "Yes, the third level of cultivation will begin tomorrow."

"Master, is the third pass still here?" Meng Qi stood up and asked with concern.

Up to now, he feels a lot better after each practice, at least he won't be able to fall without walking.

"Out of the cell in front." Xuan Bei gestured with his eyes.

Meng Qi followed his sight and looked at the past, and found that it was the one he had noticed before. The cold air was pervasive and a layer of ice crystals was on the ground.

Before it was "hot", now it is "cold"?

Mysteriously slowly said: "Inside is‘ cold tortoise ’, and you need to practice the third level with the icy breath that escapes.”

"Yes, Master." Meng Qi looked at the cell and saw a giant tortoise carrying a light blue turtle shell. Snowflakes fluttered and ice crystals filled the ground, which contrasted sharply with the fire cell across the wall.

After returning to the courtyard, Xuan Bei gave the token to Meng Qi: "Daily exchanges, you should be familiar with it. In the future, go to practice by yourself, wait until the third pass is completed, and then tell the teacher."

Meng Qi nodded and said, after all, in the past month, when he was practicing, Master was standing beside him, delaying him for a lot of time. Now he has completed the second pass of the Admiralty Cover, and he is familiar with the environment there. Self-reliance.

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The next day, Meng Qi, holding the token, smoothly entered the stupa and went to the first floor where the "Cold Turtle" was detained.

As soon as he stepped in, Meng Qi felt the bitter chill, colder than every winter that had passed, like freezing his bone marrow.

As usual, he was naked, sitting cross-legged with trembling, running the bell jar, the third concern method to guard against the cold.

This time, Meng Qi didn't go to see the "Cold Turtle" again, "please" it to step back in order to avoid the opposite consequences.

However, while practicing, Meng Qi felt more and more cold, as if her third method of care had been practiced in vain.

Opening his eyes, he found that at some point, Han Turtle had quietly moved near the iron fence.

This **** monster! Meng Qi scolded his teeth and gave a curse.

"Haha, stupid human, don't you know that this dead turtle has the most revenge? It just flooded a city and was locked up here for decades. How could you see your humans pleasing to the eye?" The noise came from the other side .

When Meng Qi tempered his eyes, he saw a bird lying on the cage through the cold.

It is very ugly, with a round body, short wings, covered with black feathers, no bird's beak on its head, but a fish-like mouth.

"What do you want to see? We ca n’t change our name, we can't change our last name, the nickname 'Chang Yizi' is a descendant of the Kunpeng family!" Said the bird bouncing, "You must be wondering why we didn't find you the other day Speak, is this proud Peng Peng such as us casually speaking to humans? "

Meng Qi ignored it, closed her eyes, and practiced intently.

"Well, little monk, what's the use of cold turtle practice for dead turtles? How can I find them? Haha, at that time, you will be frozen into scum, and you ca n’t die anymore ..." The "zi" has no Meng Qi's consciousness of cultivation at all, and continues to talk about it.

"You pose so ugly, you humans really don't have any taste ..." It picked Meng Qi from head to toe, and said for an hour.

"Little monk, what use is it to practice the tortoise shell like the golden bell jar? It's better to let us out, and we will give you the benefit ..."

Meng Qi just felt the noise in his ears, making his heart irritable, trying to jump up and find something to plug this guy's mouth, it was too noisy, too much to say! Do n’t know if you need to be clean during practice?

"When it comes to the benefits, our Kunpeng family has passed down for tens of thousands of years. My grandpa's grandfather's grandfather once ..." The little bird talked about sex, starting from the story of its grandfather's grandfather. This posture, three months Can't finish talking!

After a week, Meng Qi got up sharply, ready to plug the mouth of the "vertical wing", but the bird was very alert, and flew back to the depth of the cell at the moment when Meng Qi got up, proudly saying: "You Think we can't see when you're finished running a Sunday? "

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