White-Robed Chief

Chu Li nodded and said, "Really good!"

The monk Zhining frowned at him with disappointment: "Chu, you are a secret!"

Chu Li smiled and said, "Tianjin still has a secret calculation? Haven't heard of it. E novel WwhanW.1XIAOSHUO.COM"

Zhining Monk took a deep breath and felt speechless.

The Tenjin master feels extremely sharp, and the other party can sense it as soon as there is a change of movement. If he wants to sneak attack, the other party has not been able to move, the Tenjin master can sense the killing intention and danger, and avoid it in advance.

As a master of the gods, you do n’t have to avoid it, but the perception of danger is imaginary, and it is clear that the situation of the master of the gods is the danger and can predict the danger.

Chu Lidao said, "Monk, I will not let my sword go out of the scabbard. Once it is out of the scabbard, I will stain it with blood. It is better not to touch it."

"The one who taught Chu the donor." Zhining Monk said.

Chu Li thought for a while: "Stop this monk, I'm sitting here, you hit me with your strongest skill, see if you can hurt me, if you can hurt it is your ability, if you can't hurt it Then how about all the rest? "

"Goodness!" The monk Zhi Ning slowly nodded.

Even though he practiced the Dharma deeply and deeply, he also started a nameless fire at this time.

Chu Li smiled and said, "The monk can do whatever he wants, and he can also sneak in my hand."

He spoke slowly and stood up.

"Then the Chu donor will take it!"

A touch of black on the palm is as dark as a ball of ink, the rest of the palm is white as jade, and the fat palm is carved like white jade, but it does not give others a beautiful feeling, just feels ugly.

"Bang!" This runner's palm was firmly printed on Chu Li's chest.

Chu Li stared at him calmly, and did not flicker, looked down at the runner's palm, and slowly nodded and smiled: "It really works well, and the monk's tibetan runner is deep in the heat, really rare!"

The Jizo Scriptures need to have a sufficient understanding of life and death, otherwise it will be difficult to really get started and get into practice.

Obviously, this monk has experienced so many lives and deaths before he can enter such a country.

"You can do it again!" Chu Li said.

The monk Zhining stared at Chu Li's palms, looked for a moment, slowly retracted his palms, and his palms were closed: "There is no Amitabha! ... admire!"

His palm is the result of condensing the power of the whole body, a peak palm, if this palm can not hurt Chu Li, or even failed to shake his body at all, did not step back, the gap between himself and Chu Li is too far.

He could feel the force of the shock coming from his palm, his body was numb, his blood was tumbling, and he was almost injured.

Chu Li smiled: "The monks of Zhining will not fight again?"

"The poor monk is not an opponent." The monk Zhi Ning slowly merged and turned away.

The chubby body was a bit funny in the red monk's robe, but at this time it showed a little free and easy.

Chu Li watched him leave, smiled and sat down again to condense the pagoda again.

The Monk of Ning stepped forward to the Monk of Dilian, and together he gave a gift: "Master."

"Seeing it?" Monk Dilian opened her eyes and asked with a smile.

The monk Zhining bowed down and said, "The disciples have already played against him, and the difference between the clouds and mud, really ashamed, the disciples are ready to go out to the temple to travel the world!"

"You decided?" Said the lotus monk calmly.

"Yes." Zhining monk said: "Without experiencing the sufferings of all beings, it is difficult to become a Tibetan monk, and the disciples will leave the temple."

Suddenly he didn't stutter, and his heart was in a state of excitement.

Knowing that there are many gaps with Chu, but I did not expect such a big gap, like adults and children, which inspired his heart. I do n’t go to hell, he does n’t experience all kinds of pain, he does n’t experience the suffering of hell. Can understand the idea of ​​the Jizo Bodhisattva, how can we thoroughly understand the magic of the Tibetan scriptures.

"Very good, then go." Dilian said slowly.

The monk to Ning took a deep ritual, and then sent a ritual to the twelve monks in red: "The Zhuanlun Temple please entrust all the teachers ... Master Shi and Uncle!"

The twelve red monks together returned gifts.

The monk Zhining stepped forward and disappeared in front of everyone.

The Buddhist monk Dilian smiled, slowly closed her eyes, and continued to understand the Tibetan Buddhist scriptures.

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Chu Li continued to condense the pagoda, and the first floor gradually condensed into the same shape as the inner tower and the runner tower.

Fifteen days have passed.

He was about to condense the second floor, and suddenly felt that Dayuan Jingzhi watched outside the Zhuanlun Temple, but an energetic young man in a yellow shirt stood outside the temple and stood with his hands up, and his eyebrows were handsome.

Chu Li raised a brow, this is a **** of heaven.

"Chen Changmao has seen Master Zhining!" The young man in the yellow shirt whispered.

This voice was peaceful and calm, but slowly moved forward, overwhelming the many chanting sounds in Zhuanlun Temple, spreading to every corner of Zhuanlun Temple, every monk's ear, including Chu Li's ear.

Chu Li chuckled and was able to penetrate the protection of the runner tower, which is indeed the power of the gods.

There are only a few heavenly gods in the world. His surname is Chen, and his identity is inevitable. He must be the son of Chen Zhenji.

Chu Li shook his head. He came to find the monk Zhining, and there was nothing good about it.

"Chen Changmao has met Master Zhining. Please come out and see him." Chen Changmao said slowly.

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south ..." An old monk in red slowly opened the temple door and came down to Chen Changmao, saying together: "It is unfortunately so. Ning just left the temple to travel to the earth, Chen Shizhu One step late. "

"Master Zhining traveled?" Chen Changmao said in surprise.

The old monk in red with wrinkles on his face was like a pine, and together he said, "Chen Shi invited the temple to serve tea."

"No need." Chen Changmao shook his head. "Since Master Ning is not here, I'll go to him."

"Please--!" The old monk in red joined again.

Chen Changmao suddenly looked up at the runner tower, reached out and pointed, "I don't know who is in the tower?"

"Master Shi and Chu Lichu donator." The old monk in red said.

Chen Changmao froze and said, "Chu Li?"

"Exactly," said the old monk in red. "The donor of Chu is participating in Wushu in the tower."

"You ..." Chen Changmao looked at him in surprise.

The old monk in red said: "The donor of Chu and the temple have turned Gan Ge into jade."

"... Oh, good means!" Chen Changmao suddenly shook his head and smiled, and took a deep look at the old monk in red: "It really is the Zhuanlun Temple!"

The old monk in red looked as usual: "The donor of Chu was originally responsible for the tibetan runner scripture ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ has a lot to do with the temple of the monk. To a very deep level. "

"Well, then leave!" Chen Changmao said in a deep voice.

He was much lazy and said that one step into the void disappeared.

Even though he was angry and murderous, he didn't dare to see Chu Li.

And he knew that if he felt something just now, it was Chu Li's accidental breath, so that he could feel it, so that he should take the initiative to teach himself, and the good man would not suffer the loss, how could he go to death alone.

The old monk in red with a smile on his face and a gift, turned back to the temple.

Chu Li sat in the tower and shook his head and smiled.

His current situation is indeed different from the past, and the gods fled after hearing the wind, and retreated.

His face suddenly changed.

Suddenly two middle-aged men appeared outside the Zhuanlun Temple.