MTL - The Poor Monk Cultivates a Way-Chapter 327 The Essence of Innate Yuanjin

It turns out that the eighth prince has a habit of Long Yang, which has been spread throughout the capital for a long time, and has often become a laughing stock, so the eighth prince hates people mentioning his secretiveness the most. The previous love for talents has also disappeared.

That little Dezi came over and said coldly: "Master, please come with me!" Qi Ze didn't care, nodded and followed him to leave.

The Eighth Prince's anger was still there, Pang Banqing said: "This little monk is kind! Eighth Prince, I was ordered by the door to help you defeat the enemy. Pang doesn't understand military affairs, so I don't know what you plan to do in the battle of Jinyang City?"

The eighth prince restrained his anger, smiled and said: "Xiao Wang has already made up his mind about this matter, and specially invited another real person to come to help with the fist, and also ask real person Pang to be calm and not to be impatient."

Pang Banqing squinted his eyes and said, "I wonder which expert the eighth prince has invited?"

The eighth prince smiled and said: "The Taoist priest will know when the time comes!"

Qi Ze followed Xiao Dezi to the backyard of the mansion. The mansion is huge and there are guest rooms for guests. The little Dezi led him into a guest room and said coldly: "Master, please rest here. , there is no order of the Eighth Prince, and don't go out of the government office privately, otherwise there may be unforeseen disasters!"

Qi Ze smiled, stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, and said, "The poor monk is used to idle clouds and wild cranes, you go and tell the eighth prince, if you have something to fight against the rebels, you can come and find me, and the poor monk will not care about the rest !"

Under this slap, the little Dezi was slammed into the ground, and a pair of calves went deep into the stone slab! Xiao Dezi's muscles and bones were sore and weak, and he was so frightened that he was so frightened that he realized that this bald donkey is also a ruthless character, so he quickly changed his smile and said, "Yes! Yes!"

Qi Ze mentioned it lightly, brought him out, and said calmly: "You don't want to gossip with the Eighth Prince, the poor monk can easily capture you, a little eunuch. Go!"

Xiao Dezi was sweating profusely, his clothes were drenched, even though he had superb martial arts, he couldn't use it at all, so he cried: "Yes! Yes!" He fled away in a puff of smoke, fearing that Qi Ze would strike again.

Qi Ze sighed: "Excellent, excellent! The poor monk has violated the precept again!" People like Xiao Dezi don't give any color to them, they think Qi Ze is a soft persimmon, and they can squeeze it whenever they want. Qi Ze doesn't even care about the eighth prince, and he still has the life of the thirteenth prince in his hands, how can he put that little **** in his eyes?

Qi Ze didn't bother to care whether Xiao Dezi dared to go to the Eighth Prince to tell tales, so he sat on the bed and practiced the little non-phase Zen skills. Ever since he got the fifth level of Zen skills, he has memorized it by heart, and pondered it in his heart when he had time, and now he has comprehended it very well.

The practice of Xiaowuxiang Zen Gong pays attention to step-by-step, but Qi Ze broke through the realm twice, first absorbing the hope of all people collected by the Notre Dame Sect, and secondly refining the real dragon spirit of the thirteen princes, it can't be regarded as breaking through the barriers with his own practice , so after reaching the fifth level of Zen skills, I plan to polish the foundation and figure out the meaning of Zen skills bit by bit.

When one observes in concentration, the Buddhist golden zhenqi in the body becomes more active, walking on the limbs and bones, while the Xuanyin zhenqi recedes slowly and hides in the internal organs. The Buddhist zhenqi also has the ability to temper the body, the golden zhenqi penetrates into every muscle and every acupoint in the body, and the power of tempering the body is stronger than the Xuanyin sword art.

In fact, Xuanyin Sword Art is not a way of cultivating form and spirit, but a fighting swordsmanship, naturally it can't compare with the essence of Xiao Wuxiang Chan Gong's self-cultivation and self-cultivation. The true energy of the Buddhist sect rose above the boil, rose to the brain palace, and merged into the nine-story pagoda.

Qi Ze also wanted to see what changes would happen to the stupa transformed by invincible vajra power when stimulated by true energy. The true energy of the Little Wuxiang Chan Gong penetrated into the nine-storey pagoda, from the first floor upwards, the pagoda was somewhat illusory, but it gradually became a bit of reality due to the infusion of Buddhist true energy.

When the true energy rises, it resonates with the Buddha light transformed by the supernatural powers of the three Buddhist sects. The Buddha light is as soft as water. When it reaches the fifth level, countless Sanskrit words suddenly fly up and turn into an article. The practice of the fifth level of Zen skills, the Buddha's light and the article intersect, Qi Ze's mind is cleared, only to feel that the Zen skills have improved, and he has advanced a bit from the fifth level.

When Qi Ze entered into samadhi, he still had time to ponder and said: "According to the method of the Nine Consciousnesses of Buddhism, the fifth level of Zen skills corresponds to the body consciousness. This consciousness carries on the past and opens up the future. Four senses, if I attain this state, I will have a great leap forward in mana power and path!"

At this moment, he could vaguely sense the beauty of the fifth consciousness, body consciousness, which is a big hurdle and even a big leap. The fifth consciousness, body consciousness, corresponds to the realm of the golden elixir of Taoism. Only when the golden elixir is cultivated can one be called a real person, and if the elixir is completed, ghosts and gods are difficult to invade. It is also an extremely important threshold in Taoist practice.

Qi Ze practiced all day long and didn't care about foreign affairs. From time to time in the room, there was Buddha's light shining through, and the sound of Zen singing was hidden. Pang Banqing lived in the center of the government office, he could sense it, and nodded secretly: "Although the little monk's cultivation level is shallow, he is the authentic descendant of the Great Bodhi Temple, and he can get For this kind of teaching, the lineage of his teacher must have a very high status in the Great Bodhi Temple, maybe it is the inheritance of the Vajra Department and the Palace of King Ming!"

A few days later, the Eighth Prince suddenly invited Pang Banqing, and there was already a young Taoist standing proudly in the hall, with a faint alchemy all over his body, unexpectedly it was of the Golden Alchemy level.

When Pang Banqing saw that person, he squinted his eyes and said solemnly, "Your Excellency is from the Kunxu sect?"

The young Taoist smiled, and Jishou said: "Kun Xu sent Jin Zhaoyi to meet Pang Zhenren!"

Pang Banqing said in surprise: "Your surname is Jin, what is your relationship with fellow Taoist Jin Chengzhi?"

Jin Zhaoyi smiled and said, "Jin Chengzhi is my father!"

Pang Banqing immediately changed his face and said: "It turns out that he is the son of Jin Zhenren, this is not an outsider!" Jin Tianqing is a member of the Dharma phase series and has a very high status in the Kunxu School, and his master is Ning Xuzi. Even though Jin Zhaoyi only has a golden pill, Pang Banqing still treats him with courtesy. After all, the strength and status of Kunxu faction cannot be compared with that of Fenxiang Pavilion.

The Eighth Prince smiled and said, "Renren Jin heard about the war in Bingzhou, and volunteered to help the little Wang to calm the world. With the help of two real people, why not worry about the big things not being done!"

Pang Banqing said: "The Kunxu Sect is the number one sect of Taoism, and they have never been willing to intervene in worldly affairs. Why did Jin Zhenren come down from the mountain?"

Jin Zhaoyi said indifferently: "Ping Tiandao claims to be the orthodox Taoist sect, but they are just a bunch of jumping clowns. They don't do anything clean all day long, just want to create chaos and harm the people. I went down the mountain by my father's order, just to fight them. A fight!"

Pang Banqing sighed: "The mortal world is chaotic, and it also affects the luck of the Taoist sect. It's a mess! Eighth Prince, since Jin Zhenren has arrived, can you explain your strategy to defeat the enemy?"

The Eighth Prince smiled and said: "There is still one person left to do in this matter, let Xiao Wang introduce you to the two real people!" Just as the words fell, only a solemn voice rang out, saying: "Why dare to work for the Eighth Prince, this seat is already here!"

A shadow appeared out of thin air, and there was a magic spirit descending on the lobby. Although the magic spirit was faint, it was murderous and awe-inspiring, making the muscles feel cold!

Pang Banqing and Jin Zhaoyi shouted at the same time: "There is a devil!" They were about to sacrifice their supernatural powers. The eighth prince hurriedly shouted: "The two real people must not fight. This is the real ghost worshiped by the imperial court. He has served the emperor for many years in the court. His strength is needed in this battle, so the emperor sent him here!"

Pang Banqing narrowed his eyes and said with a sneer: "I heard that Yu Chao secretly supported a group of people who practiced Taoism and practiced Qi. Their strength was not weaker than that of the Daoist sect. It was unexpected that one person would be sent out casually. It was the Nascent Soul rank. This really impresses me! Since the eighth prince has such a master to assist him, why use this real person? Farewell!"

The real ghost smiled and said: "I only protect the emperor in the palace. I have never seen a few serious cultivators. I thought that both the Fenxiang Pavilion and the Kunxu Sect were leaders in the Taoist sect. When I saw you today, the two eyes are nothing more than that." , what a disappointment!"

Jin Zhaoyi shouted: "What a devil, how dare you speak wild words!" Pang Banqing smacked suddenly, and said: "Wait a minute! You are not practicing a devil's technique, but a ghost cultivator?" He noticed that the outside of his body was not demonic energy, but a trace of ghost energy, just like a ghost who escaped from the Nine Nether World.

The way of ghost cultivation is the way of yin gods. Many qi refiners can't make progress when they become yin gods, and their lifespan is exhausted. Only in the world of the Nine Nethers can the practice of ghosts achieve great success. It is extremely restricted in the world of the sun, and has always been rejected by the orthodox Taoist sect. Even so, ghosts and demons are not the same way. The two didn't see through his details at first, but they shouted and killed.

Pang Banqing despises the way of ghost cultivation, but the real ghost is a real Nascent Soul level, so he should not take it lightly, and said: "Unexpectedly, the royal family of the Yu Dynasty is actually a group of ghost cultivators! Your lord can cultivate ghosts to the level of Nascent Soul , It shows how brilliant, I admire it!"

The real ghost was full of ghosts, and he laughed strangely: "Pang Zhenren's cultivation is not bad, but this Jin Zhenren's cultivation is a little shallower, but it's better than nothing!"

Jin Zhaoyi said angrily: "How dare a mere ghost cultivator look down on me!" The real ghost said with a smile: "If your father were here, I wouldn't dare to say more, but you are still a little bit worse!"

The eighth prince also had some headaches. This real ghost was the emperor's guard, and he only obeyed the emperor's order. The matter of countering the rebellion in Bingzhou was so important that the emperor sent him out. He said it was to assist the left, but in fact he also had the intention of monitoring.

Moreover, this person is arrogant by nature and doesn't know how to be humble. He doesn't even pay attention to the eighth prince. The three heavenly kings of Ping Tian Dao came out together and fell into the eighth prince's arms.

The eighth prince hurriedly said: "The three of you are all real masters invited by Xiao Wang, and their skills in nourishing qi are naturally superb. Why do you have to engage in such a battle of qi?"

Pang Banqing was a little impatient, and said: "What is the plan of the Eighth Prince, even if you say it bluntly, Pang stayed here for too long, and he is a little bored, why not fight early!"

The Eighth Prince said: "Okay! Reverend Pang speaks quickly! Between Xiao Wang, since the Pingtian Dao rebels are divided into three groups, we might as well divide our troops into three groups. There are three real people, as long as we take the head of the three-day king Super life, then the rebels' offensive will collapse without attack!"

Pang Banqing sneered and said, "Eighth Prince's intention is that I want me to do the assassination and kill Ping Tian Dao Heavenly King one-on-one?"

The Eighth Prince smiled and said: "That's right, that's exactly what it means!" Jin Zhaoyi frowned and said, "The three kings of Ping Tian Dao divide their troops, which is a dead end for themselves. We should gather all the troops on the peak and defeat them one by one!"

Pang Banqing said: "That's right, if you divide your strength, you'll be weak. Taking advantage of the peace of heaven to divide your troops, it's time to attack them all at once. Could it be that the Eighth Prince doesn't understand the art of war?"

The eighth prince was secretly angry, and said with a smile on his face: "What the two real people said is very true, but if they concentrate their forces on one side, and the other two groups of rebels steal the rear and attack Jinyang City, Xiao Wang will have no self-cultivation. , must not be able to resist!"

Gui Zhenren said with a smile: "The eighth prince's intention is that he is afraid that if he reveals any rebel army, he will be killed by him into Jinyang City, and his own life will be lost!"

The eighth prince could only smile awkwardly when the real ghost told him to destroy his own plan.

Pang Banqing sneered and said: "It turns out that the Eighth Prince wants me to fight with my life for the sake of my own life. This kind of business is too calculated!"

Jin Zhaoyi said: "That's right! There is not only one Heavenly King sitting in the rebel army, there are also other monks of Pingtian Dao. We are alone and alone. Once we are trapped, we will die. disregard?

The Eighth Prince cursed secretly, and said with a smile: "Xiao Wang has already agreed with the Tiannan Seven Sects to donate that fire jade vein to the Fenxiang Pavilion, what does Master Pang think?"

Pang Banqing groaned ~www.novelbuddy.com~ and fell silent. Fenxiang Pavilion is famous for its art of refining weapons, and it needs a lot of natural materials and treasures every year. The fire jade mine just appeared recently, and it is just for urgent use, but it is controlled by the Tiannan Seven Sects. succeed. If he can acquire the Fire Jade Mine and dedicate it to the sect, his status will naturally be very different.

Pang Banqing said: "Can the Eighth Prince really be the master?"

The Eighth Prince smiled and said: "Xiao Wang never dares to slip his words, if he can't do it, Master Pang can beat Xiao Wang to death with one palm!"

Pang Banqing gritted his teeth and said, "Forget it! Pang will sell his life for the Eighth Prince!"

The Eighth Prince was overjoyed, and shouted: "Thank you, Master!" Then he said to Jin Zhaoyi: "If Master Jin is willing to help, Xiao Wang will give the Daoist a Nine-Turn Purple Golden Pill that his father gave to him!"

Jin Zhaoyi was taken aback when he heard the words, and said with a smile: "The eighth prince actually has such a magic pill? It's a pity that Jin has already cultivated a golden pill, this medicine is useless to me."

The Eighth Prince smiled and said, "Renren Jin is from the Kunxu Sect, and his family has a great career. Xiaowang also has a piece of congenital gold essence bestowed by the emperor, and I also offer it together. I wonder if it can impress the Daoist heart?"

Pang Banqing frowned when he heard "the essence of innate gold", and asked in surprise, "Does the Eighth Prince actually have this thing?"

The Eighth Prince clapped his hands with a smile, and there stood Xiao Dezi holding a sandalwood tray with both hands, which was covered with a layer of golden velvet cloth, and when he opened it, a bright light suddenly appeared, like the light of a sword, Dazzling!

Pang Banqing stared and saw a gold nugget on the tray. The color was like gold, but it was only the size of a longan nucleus. Feeling disappointed, he said, "It really is the essence of innate gold!"

According to legend, the innate gold essence is produced in the metal veins. It is formed by gathering the essence of the mine veins.