The Supreme Being

Outside the cell, the breath was dissipating. Although it was not a real flame burning his body, it was very hot. Meng Qi felt that his skin was hot, like a fire. Sweat could not stop flowing out, starting from his forehead, across his face, and across the corners of his mouth. , which meets the sweat flow from the upper body and flows down.

Feeling dizzy and with a swollen head, Meng Qi managed to calm down and maintain the flow of Qi in the first level of the Golden Bell. He was especially lucky that he had an iron shirt as a base, otherwise his skin would have been "burned" and the water loss would be serious, and he would not be able to persist. .

This is countless times scarier than a sauna!

The internal force was constantly operating, and Meng Qi felt as if the muscles were "dissolving" bit by bit and constantly "reorganizing" from the inside out, in conjunction with the Golden Bell's "transformation" of itself.

Dantian also started to condense again.

Sweat evaporated, Meng Qi's vision became blurred, and he felt that the scene in front of him was shaking - this is the part of the Golden Bell Cover that targets the eyes during each level of training. Of course, as far as the first level is concerned, it only needs to be done in this environment. Open for ten breaths.

The unprecedented torture and suffering made Meng Qi subconsciously look inside the cage, as if he was longing for the fire bird to move inward, away from him, so that the high temperature here could be lowered a little.

The fire swan, which had red feathers all over its body, seemed to feel Meng Qi's gaze. It opened its eyes and took a step in his direction, making the heat even worse!

This dead bird! Meng Qi cursed secretly, not daring to look at the swan again, for fear that it would move towards him again.

After ten breaths, Meng Qi closed his eyes, trying hard to forget the torment of the high temperature, the discomfort of his skin and muscles, and everything around him, and immersed himself wholeheartedly in the practice of the Golden Bell.

After an unknown amount of time, the voice of "Amitabha" reached Meng Qi's ears, just as he was finishing a week.

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

Xuanbei nodded lightly: "That's enough, today's practice ends here. The fact that you can last for a whole day is beyond my expectation."

"One day?" Meng Qi asked in a hoarse voice, feeling extremely shocked. He actually lasted a day?

At the same time, he ended his breath adjustment and stood up slowly. He felt pain all over his body and his legs were weak. He wanted to find a cool place to lie down and sleep immediately.

A smile appeared on Xuan Bei's often melancholy face: "I originally thought you could withstand two hours at most, but you persisted for five hours. Your perseverance is commendable, and you are not as impetuous as you appear."

Sometimes I just enjoy the pain and soothe my mood, but I actually know it in my heart... Meng Qi secretly argued for himself, but as soon as he took a step, he almost fell down because he was too hot, dizzy and weak.

Xuanbei waved his sleeves, and the wind rose from nowhere, holding Meng Qi firmly, preventing him from falling, and letting him walk out of the Huohu cell.

The coolness hit, Meng Qiu's mind cleared, and he suddenly felt like he was alive again!

"But don't force yourself to support yourself. It's easy to hurt your body. Five hours will be enough." Xuanbei walked in front and casually said to Meng Qi, "In this way, you will be able to practice the Golden Bell Shield in half a month." One level and the first three levels combined will not take more than three months.”

Three months... Meng Qi frowned, because he didn't know how long it would take for the next reincarnation mission to arrive. If it lasted for a year and a half, it would be worry-free. If it was like last time, with only one month, then his The golden bell can only be practiced to the second level at most, without substantial improvement.

Fortunately, there was a heavy rain and pear blossom needles saved my life!

Meng Qi could only think this way, because the Golden Bell Shield is a magical skill with a strong foundation and slow progress. If you practice it normally, the first three levels will take at least a year. Even if you have the foundation to accumulate Qi, I am afraid it will take six or seven. Month, now you can practice it in three months, why are you complaining?

Silent all the way, 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 ladle, and drank two full ladles before alleviating the water shortage.

Entering the Zen room, Meng Qi saw Zhenhui meditating, with a smile on her face, concentrating, and actually feeling a bit like Zen.

Is this guy really suitable for practicing "flower fingering"? Meng Qi was stunned, then found the Ganoderma lucidum pills and swallowed them, then sat cross-legged and meditated to regulate his body and replenish his inner breath.

During dinner, Meng Qi showed his strongest "combat power" in history. He ate so much food that he even surprised himself.

After eating and drinking, Meng Qi, who had practiced hard for a day during the day, was extremely sleepy and just wanted to lie down on the bunk - Shaolin advocates ascetic cultivation, even an exclusive courtyard for an elder like Xuan Bei is not the same as the handyman. There is no substantial difference between the monastery and the monk monastery. If it were not for the sake of confidentiality and the convenience of one's own cultivation, there would not even be a separate small courtyard.

"Brother, I'm going to continue meditating." Zhenhui said to Meng Qi enthusiastically, and rushed back to the meditation room without any resistance to the practice.

Seeing this, Meng Qi sighed, turned around and walked into the courtyard. He found a Jie Dao and practiced the "Blood Sword Technique" under the cold moonlight.

Can't slack off! You don’t know when the reincarnation mission will begin!

"Blood Sword Sword Technique" attaches great importance to the pace and the angle of the attack. It pays attention to looking ahead and suddenly looking behind. Only in this way can the sword technique be extremely weird. Each sword is struck from an incredible position, which is different from Meng Meng's sword technique. The strange "magic moves" complement each other, and they promote each other when practiced.

After practicing the sword technique several times, the tired Meng Qi stopped, gasping for air, and planned to take a rest.

At this time, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Xuan Bei standing at the door of the meditation room. He had been standing there for an unknown amount of time.

"Master." Meng Qi quickly clasped his hands together.

Xuanbei nodded, showing a rare expression of satisfaction: "Very good."

After saying that, he turned around and walked into his meditation room.

Meng Qi was secretly proud, adjusted his breath for a moment, and continued to practice his sword skills.

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Day after day, Meng Qi repeated the two-point-one-line life of Huohu Prison and Xuanbei Small Courtyard. He felt that the golden bell was running more and more smoothly, and his body had faintly strange changes. He also successfully completed the training on the thirteenth day. Passed the first level.

On this day, Meng Qi sat cross-legged in front of Huohu's cell. There were few beads of sweat on his body, reflecting a little golden color.

Although the high temperature is still there, Meng Qi's discomfort has eased a lot. He is no longer dizzy, his skin no longer has a burning sensation, and his body is much calmer.

Suddenly, a layer of golden color appeared on Meng Qi's dantian, and there seemed to be a slight sound.

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

On the twenty-ninth day, the second level of the Golden Bell Cover was completed! Dantian has been re-condensed!

Xuanbei seemed to have been staying here and not leaving. Seeing this, he nodded slightly: "Yes, I will start the third level of practice tomorrow."

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

Up to now, his feeling of collapse has improved a lot after each practice, at least he is no longer so weak that he would fall down when walking.

"Outside the cell in front." Xuanbei gestured with his eyes.

Meng Qi followed his gaze and found that it was the room he had noticed before. It was filled with cold air and there was a layer of ice crystals on the ground.

It was "hot" before, but now it's "cold"?

Xuanbei spoke slowly: "What's locked inside is the 'Cold Turtle'. You need to use the ice breath it emits to practice the third level."

"Yes, Master." Meng Qi looked at the cell and saw a giant turtle carrying a light blue turtle shell. Snowflakes were flying inside and ice crystals were everywhere, which was in sharp contrast to the Firebird cell separated by a wall.

After returning to the small courtyard, Xuanbei gave the token to Meng Qi: "You should be familiar with the daily visits. You can go and practice on your own in the future. When the third level is completed, I will tell my teacher."

Meng Qi nodded in agreement. After all, in the past month, his master had been watching over him while he was practicing, which delayed him a lot of time. Now that he had completed the second level of the Golden Bell Cover and was familiar with the environment there, it was time for him to do so. Become self-reliant.

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The next day, Meng Qi held the token and successfully entered the stupa and reached the first floor where the "Cold Turtle" was imprisoned.

As soon as he stepped inside, Meng Qi felt a biting chill, colder than every winter he had experienced in the past, as if even his bone marrow was frozen.

As usual, he was naked and sat down cross-legged, shivering, using the third care of the golden bell to keep out the cold.

This time, Meng Qi did not look at the "Cold Turtle" again and "begged" it to step back to avoid the opposite consequences.

However, as he continued to practice, Meng Qi felt increasingly cold, as if his practice of the third care method had been in vain.

Opening his eyes and looking around, he found that at some point, Hangui had quietly moved near the iron fence.

This damn monster! Meng Qi gritted his teeth and cursed secretly.

"Haha, stupid humans, don't you know that this dead turtle is the most vengeful? It just flooded a city and was imprisoned here for decades. How could it be pleasing to you humans?" A noisy voice came from the other side. .

Meng Qi happened to be tempering his eyes when he saw a little bird lying on the cage through the cold air.

It is very ugly, with a round body like a ball, two short wings, covered with black feathers, and a fish-like mouth instead of a beak on its head.

"What are you looking at? We won't change our name in business, or our surname in our seats. Our Taoist name is 'Chui Yizi', and we are descendants of the Kunpeng clan!" The little bird jumped up and said, "You must be wondering why we didn't come to see you a few days ago. Let’s talk, is a Kunpeng as arrogant as us talking to humans casually?”

Meng Qi ignored it, closed his eyes, and concentrated on practicing.

"Tsk, little monk, what's the use of relying on the cold air of a dead turtle to practice? You have to find Han Chi anyway, haha, by then, you will be frozen into ice slag, and you will not be able to die anymore..." The little bird dropped its wings. "Zi" Meng Qi didn't realize that he was cultivating at all and continued to ramble on.

"Your posture is so ugly, you humans really have no taste at all..." It picked on Meng Qi from head to toe and talked for an entire hour.

"Little monk, what's the use of practicing turtle shell kung fu like the Golden Bell Cover? Why don't you let me out, and I'll do something good for you..."

Meng Qi felt the noise in his ears, which made him agitated. He wanted to jump up and find something to stuff this guy's mouth with. It was so noisy and talkative! Don’t you know that you need to be purified during cultivation?

"Speaking of benefits, our Kunpeng family has been passed down for countless thousands of years. My grandfather's grandfather's grandfather once..." The little bird started talking about it, starting from the story of its grandfather's grandfather's grandfather. This posture lasted three months. I can’t finish it!

One week after the end of the week, Meng Qi stood up suddenly and was about to gag "Zhang Yizi"'s mouth. However, the little bird was extremely alert and flew back to the depths of the cell the moment Meng Qi stood up. He said triumphantly: "You Think we can’t tell when you’ve finished running for a week?”

"Haha, just listen to me honestly!"