"Good, good!" Monk Honglian clasped his hands together and chanted a Zen tune. The sudden change caused a huge wave in his heart. At this time, it had calmed down and there was no more fluctuation in his heart.

Since the protagonist died an untimely death, it was meaningless to continue to stay on the stone ball, so Ci Zhou, a monk who broke the rules, went down to the ground and strolled to Zhang Wuji's body.

"Huh!"

Monk Honglian only glanced at it, and suddenly found that the appearance of the second-generation protagonist here was very similar to his own. However, his body contained the cold poison of "Xuanming Divine Art", and his complexion was a little pale and blue, and he was sickly.

I'm in a state of depression, my temperament is a little gloomy.

"Suddenly, I had a bold idea!"

At this moment, Xiao Zhao, who also fell into the deep valley, was not seriously injured due to his good martial arts skills. He was mumbling and even showed signs of waking up.

The broken monk Cizhou frowned, stretched out his hand to clasp a stone, and without looking at it, he used his magical power to shoot out with a snap of his fingers. He only heard a snap sound, hitting Xiao Zhao's forehead without any bias, and the force was as heavy as an old punch.

He knocked him unconscious forcefully.

At this time, Monk Honglian had completely abandoned the idea of ​​impersonating Huogong Tutuo, and instead had the idea of ​​replacing Zhang Wuji in his heart. He vibrated all the muscles in his body and shook off all the floating dust that he had just deliberately stained.

Later, all the clothes from Zhang Wuji's corpse were transferred to the body of Cizhou, a monk who broke the precepts. Except for the lackluster hair, he really looked similar to the second-generation protagonist.

Immediately afterwards, Monk Honglian dug out the tomb with his own hands with his powerful Vajra finger, recited the mantra of rebirth, and buried Zhang Wuji's body. He sighed: "In one's life, one comes naked and leaves naked. The cycle of cause and effect is the right path of reincarnation.

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During the long night, there is plenty of time to practice the Kung Fu. Cizhou, the monk who broke the precepts, has determined that the "Nine Sun Magic Kung Fu" left by Huo Gong Tutuo is not an authentic version that conforms to the meaning of Buddhist scriptures and contains the martial arts wisdom of the heavenly monk Bodhidharma.

It is a very similar technique to the Xiaoyao Sect's "Xiao Wuxiang Gong" which inherits the ancient Taoist tradition.

"Perhaps it's the Nine-Yang Divine Kungfu imitated by the Small Wuxiang Kung Fu! No matter how many there are, let's learn how to get started first. Maybe there will be a chance in the future to see the Xiaoyao Sect's martial arts collection in person!"

It's a pity that Monk Honglian has some understanding of internal power, but he doesn't know anything about zhenqi, meridians, and small Zhoutian movement. Let alone mastering this unparalleled technique once he gets started, he is just like a kindergarten student who is babbling.

, began to take the calculus exam in college.

"I have too many things to learn, especially the most basic parts. I have to start from scratch and learn from the people in this world. After all, Zi once said that when three people are walking together, there must be my teacher!"

Cizhou, the monk who broke the precepts, had made up his mind. He stretched out his hand to erase all the words on the stone ball, and also removed all the suspicious traces at the bottom of the valley. He took one last look at Xiao Zhao before leaving. Although this man was half of the Persian blood, his appearance was different.

She is still a lady from the Central Plains, and she can't help but secretly sigh at the strength of her father's bloodline, which occupies an absolutely dominant position.

With the martial arts of Red Lotus Monk, even if it is a cliff that goes straight up or down, or a cliff cut with an ax or a knife, it is easy to escape, not to mention that under the power of the powerful Vajra finger, ordinary rocks are simply like dough, which can be rolled and kneaded.

Biandu does whatever he wants.

In less than an hour, Cizhou, the monk who broke the precepts, successfully left the valley and descended to Wudang Mountain alone under the cover of night.

I don’t know if the Red Lotus monk secretly vowed to replace him with Zhang Wuji, but the destiny of the second-generation protagonist was transferred to him silently.

When leaving Wudang Mountain, Cizhou, a monk who had broken the precepts, unexpectedly picked up a copy of "Pure Yang Breathing Method" in the grass on the mountain road. He read it through it under the bright moonlight, but instead of being surprised, he smiled happily. This book is just a book of exercises. The entry-level disciples of the Wudang Sect use this to lay the foundation for cultivating the inner family's true energy.

Such a superficial skill is exactly what the Red Lotus monk needs most at this time. It is a stepping stone for him to embark on the right path of martial arts that turns force into energy in this world.

Therefore, when Cizhou, a monk who broke the precepts, left the Wudang Mountains, he followed the "Pure Yang Breathing and Inhalation Method" all the time, adjusted his breathing rhythm, and constantly explored his own potential.

At the same time, the Red Lotus monk in the woodshed also began to spontaneously practice the introductory skills of the Wudang sect in the other world. Gradually, the invisible and unexplainable internal power in the body, which was actually abundant and inexplicable muscle power, actually appeared in the body. The Dantian Qi sea area precipitates into traces of internal energy.

This vitality melts into the blood and mixes into a stream of qi and blood, which circulates along the body, flows in the blood vessels, and extends to the internal organs, nourishing the internal organs that have been slightly damaged due to the accumulation of small hidden injuries since entering the Tao through martial arts.

Slowly, this qi and blood was brought under control, and following the will of Cizhou, the monk who broke the precepts, it stirred back and forth between the Qihai point and the Tanzhong point, forming a small cycle and developing a pure Yang Qi.

However, this pure Yang Qi has never been able to continue to grow and turn into real Qi. It will flow away from time to time and no one knows where it will go.

After all, Monk Honglian was a good person, and he soon realized that the inner energy of his body was being extracted from this world, which was equivalent to supporting the huge spiritual world with his own efforts.

The only good thing is that when Cizhou, the monk who broke the precepts, was in a deep state of concentration and faced this delusional world, he saw that the signs of collapse on the edge were getting better. He seemed to have gained additional income and began to grow slowly.

"Come on! One drink and one peck, it's all God's will! If it weren't for this side's false destiny, which gave me the inner strength method of turning force into qi, I wouldn't be able to break through the limitations of the brute strength of my outsiders' fists and kicks, and start to deeply explore the potential in my body. ."

All these things, including the process of Monk Honglian entering this delusional world, suddenly looking back, he was shocked to realize that perhaps all his experiences were arranged by "God's will".

After all, the delusional world does not really exist. If you want to transform into a small world, you don’t know how much Buddhist magic power you need to fill it in. Ci Zhou, the monk who broke the precepts, sighed: "I am not the one who created the world, so it is really difficult for me to accept this deep kindness! Good, good!"

For the current plan, we can only lay the foundation as soon as possible, consolidate the foundation of this body, gradually improve the essence of Qi, and finally get started with the "Nine Yang Divine Art" or the "Little Wuxiang Art". It is best to catch up with the siege of the six major sects. In the Battle of Guangmingding, Zhang Wuji seized the position of leader of the Ming Cult, became the leader of the martial arts alliance, commanded all the heroes in the world to compete in the Central Plains, and even ascended to the throne of Dabao.

For a moment, in the ears of Ci Zhou, the monk who had broken the precepts, the din of war between gold and iron horses continued continuously, and the wealth and wealth in the world passed by like smoke and clouds, and the clear and flawless glass heart was actually covered with a light dust.

This aroused his alarm: "What a blessing! The worldly will of this place has become more and more powerful. It actually wants to use royal power and wealth to lure me to stay, and to deduce the time gap of existence to a farther future."

Monk Honglian couldn't help but clasping his hands together and chanting in Zen: "The body is like a Bodhi tree, and the mind is like a mirror stand. Always brush it diligently and don't let it stir up dust!"

An urgent sense of crisis made Cizhou, a monk who broke the precepts, terrified. What was even more speechless was that Xiao Zhao, who had fainted in the valley, actually followed him, not far behind him.

Monk Honglian looked back and suddenly discovered that this person's temperament had suddenly changed. He was clothed in seven colors of rays of light, raising his hands and feet, looking at the smoke and walking in a charming way, as if he had turned into a witch of freedom!
Chapter completed!