The world is vast, with great mountains stretching across it.

Ji Yuan is like a dragon and a snake, climbing on Mount Sumeru.

It felt like my bones were being torn apart by cramps, and there was no pain anywhere on my body.

Unfortunately, his physique is different from ordinary people, and he is extremely strong.

It has Qiu ribs and plate ribs, condensing ten qi meridians.

Every time the Fudosan King Sutra is activated, the plump masses of flesh and blood squirm and shrink.

In a few breaths, the fallen nails and scraped skin will grow back.

It's like repeated torture with no end in sight.

If it weren't for the original killing monk, who specially trained his body with Qi, blood and true fire to kill the pain in his heart.

Ji Yuan may not be able to bear it, so he keeps climbing up the mountain without stopping for a breath!

Until he crossed seventy-two feet, his body was empty and his inner breath was exhausted.

Every muscle and every bone has been drained of its strength.

His vision suddenly went dark, and he seemed to have fainted.

His entire body lost its support and fell from a cliff seventy-two feet high.

"Very good, very good."

The killing monk is standing by to protect the Dharma, so naturally the successor will not be harmed.

With a look of relief on his face, he stretched out his hand and knocked the copper bowl hard, and the mighty Buddha's light suddenly disappeared.

The majestic high mountain with its blue sky and the pitch-black sea of ​​suffering that could not be crossed all disappeared like clouds of smoke.

The scene presented in it is like looking at flowers in the fog, the elephant is invisible and can no longer be seen clearly.

The sound of "wave" is like the bursting of bubbles.

The next moment, Ji Yuan fell back into the hospital out of thin air.

It was floating quietly, more than half a foot above the ground.

The man was sweating profusely and his blood was boiling, as if he had come out of a huge steamer.

The seventy-two-foot-long Sumeru Mountain has exhausted all the muscles and ribs of the body and the accumulation of ten energy channels.

"As expected of my chosen disciple."

The killing monk had a look of approval on his face, and he firmly believed in his heart that even though it was the hidden lineage of Huangjue Temple's past dynasties.

There are no more outstanding successors than Ji Yuan, but only one hand.

If we only count Buddhists who practice the "Fudosan King Sutra", there are even fewer.

"Come, dry your Master Jiu and send him back to the wing."

The skinny old monk looked through the arch with his two eyes.

Falling on the housekeeper outside the courtyard, the generous voice also sounded in my heart.

To ordinary people, this method is no different from that of immortals and Buddhas.

"Sure enough, we have blind eyes and do not recognize the true Buddha! In the past, we only considered this eminent monk and master who has profound Buddhist teachings.

Treat yourself as a fake monk who drinks wine and eats meat! It’s a sin!”

A look of horror appeared in the old housekeeper's eyes, and he entered the courtyard gate tremblingly.

When he saw the killing monk sitting cross-legged on the ground with a shriveled face.

The latter smiled kindly, like the spring breeze soothing his anxious heart.

The old housekeeper was instantly relieved and called a few strong servants to carry the sleeping Master Jiu back to his room.

"When practicing external martial arts, you not only need to exercise hard, but you also need to nourish your body."

The killing monk's eyelids drooped, and he was thinking deeply.

If you practice without nourishing your body, your body will suffer a loss.

It is necessary to cultivate and practice together in order to make progress in stability.

"Although I am impoverished, I still have the wind on my sleeves.

But how can the huge Tianjing City be short of supplements?"

It was rare for the killing monk to worry about this. In the past, he would seek alms when he was hungry and drink dew when he was thirsty. He didn't care about things outside his body at all.

But now that he has accepted a disciple unilaterally, he can no longer do this.

The old monk's eyes flickered and he couldn't help but look towards the Qintian Prison in the direction of the imperial city.

He doesn't seem to have many acquaintances in this Tianjing city.

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…

Sheji Tower, ninth level.

Meng Xuanji, a man of celestial spirit, was meditating quietly when suddenly a chill came from his back.

There is also a seasonal movement in my heart, which comes out of nowhere and makes people confused.

He frowned and counted with his right hand hidden in his sleeve.

But it's like a mosh pit, with nothing gained.

"Eh? My Plum Blossom Heart Yi has no clue.

It seems that he is either a master who unites nature and man, or he is protected by a heavy treasure!

Could it be that he is a minion of the Qishi, a certain demon chosen by God? He wants to cause trouble again?"

Meng Xuanji's thoughts were uncertain, and he seemed to have some guesses.

"I sit quietly in Shejilou all year round and have nothing to do with the world.

Now that trouble is coming, instead of taking action, it is better to let people block the disaster and resolve the grievances descended from heaven.

Speaking of which, who can be so lucky to get my favor?"

The Qin Tianjian was thinking silently, turning his eyes and looking straight to the side.

Finally, he settled on the mount he conquered, which was Xin's sapphire lion that was more than two feet tall.

He looks majestic, but in fact he is a lazy and timid janitor of the Sheji Tower.

Now he is lying on the ground and dozing off, making a muffled snoring sound like thunder.

The disheveled hair trembled and trembled, as if he had had a sweet dream, and made weird laughs from time to time.

"He's just such a fool."

Meng Xuanji nodded slightly, seeming quite satisfied.

"Anyway, the skin is rough and the flesh is thick, so he can withstand a severe beating."

He stood up slowly and found a gong from nowhere.

Holding the mallet in hand, he placed it close to the raised ear of the sapphire lion and struck it hard.

clang!

The dull sound waves poured into the ears, causing the poor mount's hair to explode and its limbs to shrink in shock.

With a heart-rending skill, he rolled his body a few times and hid under the big eucalyptus table.

With a crackling sound, all the pens, inks, papers and inkstones on it were overturned and scattered all over the floor.

The green jade lion was so frightened that he kept shouting:

"Master, Master! Save me!"

Meng Xuanji put down the gong and gavel, hating that iron could not make steel:

"You useless fool, you are less courageous than a mouse!

If I had known this, I should have taken in a vixen, a white sparrow demon, at least it would be nice to look at!"

The sapphire lion came back to his senses, shook his head, threw the big gum tree away, and said aggrievedly:

"The fox spirit is watery and easy to move, and the sparrow spirit talks sweetly, but it is useless to tell the truth.

There is nothing better than being young, loyal to the master, and never leaving!"

Meng Xuanji sneered and said without mercy:

"You idiot is lazy and timid.

Staying in this Sheji Building, eating, drinking and sleeping every day, you will naturally be happy and boundless. This is called never leaving.

If it were an ordinary family, how could they afford to support a mount like yours that doesn't even have to work hard on all four limbs and can fly through the clouds and fog?
To be continued...