Under one person: If I let you refine your Qi, will you become an immortal?

Inside Lingyin Temple.

Welcomed by Master Qufei from the prison, Zhang Jingqing, the master of Tianshi Mansion, entered the temple.

Several people passed by the Heavenly King's Palace on the way.

"Master, don't say anything else."

"The Buddha statues and sculptures in this temple look really impressive. When will the Tianshi Mansion be opened?"

Behind the Heavenly Master, I saw a tall young man with disheveled hair who looked a little out of place. He looked at the statues in the hall and spoke carelessly.

But the words haven't been finished yet.

He was stopped by Master Zhang Jingqing's gaze.

Seeing this, the young man smiled.

But he didn't take it to heart.

After all, what he said was true from the heart, and he didn't belittle others.

It's just that Master is a face-loving person and is on other people's territory, so it's hard to say some words for fear of being laughed at by others, but there's no such thing as a joke.

If you don’t have family style, you don’t have family style.

Just facts.

It's not something to be ashamed of.

Between thoughts.

But it was not the Zen Master's voice that sounded.

"Celestial Master, this great disciple of yours is quite honest."

"Master, please don't praise him."

Hearing this, Zhang Jingqing shook her head helplessly.

My disciple is good at everything, but he doesn't treat others as human beings, or he doesn't have any scruples in his actions.

Unlike Quan Xing, who acted recklessly, this kid had a bottom line in his behavior and actions, and he was also transparent, but except for his close senior brothers, he didn't care about the outside world at all.

And even as a senior brother, he rarely cares about what others think.

If you have to say it.

It's crazy, it's straight.

Too focused on your own way, you don't care about what the people around you think.

Such a mind is naturally good when used in practice, but when used in dealing with others, it can easily be interpreted as being disrespectful and intentionally humiliating.

At this time, the prison guards would not say anything unless they heard what the Heavenly Master said.

After all, he is a disciple of the Heavenly Master.

Just saying that.

This child always gave him a very familiar feeling, just like the child who came in the morning.

The only difference is that one is reserved, one is bold, one is taciturn, and the other speaks out. But their eyes and temperaments are almost the same.

Between thoughts.

The group came to the Zen courtyard of Lingyin Temple.

"Heavenly Master."

"I'm here in the evening, but what happened?"

At this time, Huiming stood in front of a stone table with tea sets, clasping his hands together and saluting the Heavenly Master.

"It's nothing." Heavenly Master Zhang Jingqing led his disciples forward, raised his hands and bowed, and then said: "I just received an invitation from the Lu family to come here to attend the birthday banquet."

"I happened to be passing by Lin'an. I thought you were here, Master, so I brought my disciples to visit."

"I see."

Hearing these familiar words, Huiming nodded.

I felt a little depressed in my heart.

It’s the Lu family’s birthday party again.

You Xuanmen people just wish you a happy birthday. Why do you keep going to Lingyin Temple?

Of course, after practicing Buddhism for so many years, Huiming instantly suppressed the distracting thoughts in his mind, and then looked at the tall young man behind Zhang Jingqing.

"This must be your disciple."

"You can't talk about being an expert."

Zhang Jingqing sighed, and then said: "Even if you have a small talent in cultivation, you are given a fake surname. After mastering the thunder method in a few years, you will not know how high the sky is."

"To be honest, I sometimes don't know what to do with this evil obstacle."

Huiming: "."

These familiar words.

He didn't know how to answer it for a while.

I just feel that these Xuanmen are awesome.

It's just too much of a lie.

One by one, they all came to Lingyin Temple to show off as their disciples. Did you guys already have a discussion?

With this thought in his mind, Huiming even wanted to turn over the table on the spot, but fortunately, the years of practicing Buddhism were not in vain, and he quickly adjusted his mentality.

He opened his mouth to explore.

"Listen to Master Tian, ​​what you mean by this is not that you are going to let a poor monk teach this child, right?"

The words just fell.

Zhang Jingqing's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Pindao didn't say that."

"But since Master is so interested, Zhiwei, why don't you come and thank Master soon."

Upon hearing the master's words, the young Taoist priest who was called Zhiwei immediately stepped forward and bowed his hands, and shouted angrily: "Junior Zhang Zhiwei, thank you for your advice, master."

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Huiming felt inexplicably tired.

To be honest, if it were not for the friendship between the two factions, he would even want to walk away on the spot.

I’ve seen people climb up along the pole.

But I have never seen you Xuanmen climb so well!

You two factions are sure that I can't do anything to you, so you came here to tease me on purpose, right?

However, Qi returned to Qi, the words had been spoken, and he took the initiative. He had to give an explanation. Then he looked at Jiekong and said: "Jiekong, are you willing to teach this disciple of Tianshi Mansion on behalf of me?" A brilliant move."

The words fell.

Jie Kong was immediately confused.

Very good.

Uncle Master, why are you involving me again?

My illness has been cured by Daochang Li.

I really don’t want to fight with anyone anymore, especially such a Taoist disciple who doesn’t know the depth of things.

"Uncle Master, we haven't finished hoeing the ground today. Disciple, go ahead." With that said, Jie Kong turned around and was about to pick up the hoe beside him, but was stopped by Huiming's voice.

"It's just that I lost a competition."

"What's there to be discouraged about?"

"You are cultivating your own path. Winning or losing is not important. What is important is what you learn from it."

Huiming's voice is like a great bell.

Every word.

Hit Jie Kong's heart.

this moment.

He recalled what he looked like after losing to Daochang Li, and couldn't help but start to reflect.

Compared with before, I am indeed a little less arrogant.

But he seems to have become less confident.

Not only did he think he was too stupid to learn Western science well, he even did not dare to accept advice from others, showing a cowardly appearance.

This is what I am thinking about.

Make an immediate decision.

He wants to face his inner demons and challenge his weaknesses!

Even if he loses, it can't be as complete as his defeat against Trinity Sect's Taoist Li, right?

"Shaolin, relieve the pain."

"Come and learn from Taoist Zhang's clever tricks."

Put your hands together and salute.

Seeing this scene, Huiming showed a satisfied expression on his face, and then looked at the Heavenly Master Zhang Jingqing.

"My nephew is a martial monk. Among the Shaolin disciples of his generation, there are few who can match him. He should be able to compete with his disciples. I wonder what you think, Master Tian?"

Hearing this, Zhang Jingqing's eyes suddenly lit up.

Although the old monk did not take action personally, the young monk was a leader among his peers in Shaolin.

I think he is quite powerful.

Not to mention that he can beat his own disciples.

But maybe he can survive a few rounds in Zhiwei's hands, and even make this kid suffer a small loss.

"Master, you're welcome. It's an opportunity for me to compete with a master of Shaolin." After saying that, Zhang Jingqing turned to look at her disciple Zhang Zhiwei and warned: "Zhiwei, you have to ask this little master for advice."

"Disciple understands."

Zhang Zhiwei nodded and agreed.

Then, he looked at Jie Kong beside him. Although his expression was frivolous, his eyes were extremely serious.

And at this time.

Seeing the other person like this.

Jie Kong had a bad feeling in his heart.

He always felt that when facing the Taoist Zhang in front of him, he had a feeling of déjà vu.

Talk.

Is it too late for the monk to regret now?