Old Monk Mingshan felt a sense of desolation. Where did the Five Spirits Clan get so much killing energy? Why didn’t he know? I want to lock him up here, can you find a better reason?

But his heart also became silent, because he was too anxious and irritable.

You must be calm. The growth of the Buddha's kingdom is not something that can be solved overnight. As for how to choose the holy beasts of protecting the country, it is not something he can solve now. After all, no matter how he is not invaded by all laws, he is still just a martial arts monk in the middle stage of the Taoist realm.

In the eyes of a real martial arts Jindan powerful man, his strength is nothing at all.

The strength of the Buddha Kingdom was not something that could be created overnight. He was too anxious and thought that with a grand goal, he could achieve it in one step, but now (Chu) Shi (Qing) gave him a blow.

It turned out that he had not entered the top circle yet.

If Chu Qing heard what he was thinking, he would definitely shook his head with sigh. Old Monk Mingshan has really changed and is no longer the dragon battle he used to be.

When the Qin Empire was in charge of the great power of life and death, he was so indecisive and so cautious that he even lost his courage.

"Would you like to listen to the Dharma under my seat?"

The old monk Mingshan looked straight, turned his head and said to the leaders of the Five Spirit Clan.

The leader of the Fire Spirit Clan, “→_→”

The patriarch of the Tuling tribe, "ヾ(－;)"

The patriarch of the Shuiling Tribe, "╮(﹀_﹀")╭"

The leader of the Mu Ling tribe, "(°〼°〃)"

The head of the Jinling clan, "(*￣rǒ￣)"

Mingshan, "..." What expressions do you have when you look at the mentally retarded look?

He felt that he was being looked down upon, but he had no choice. His trick didn't seem to be popular among the ancient races.

The ancient race has inheritance and accumulation that has lasted for tens of thousands of years. His martial arts cultivation is not at all for these races, let alone they still have an ancestor at the level of martial arts Golden Elixir.

After looking behind, the Five Spirit Gods were staring at him with wide eyes.

This made him feel as if he was sharp on his back.

A sigh in my heart.

Although he was not afraid of this powerful martial arts golden elixir, he was stared at by him.

He had no doubt that if he did not have the merits of this body of protection, he would be slapped to death by the five spirit god.

Old Monk Mingshan began to reflect on himself.

Why was he trapped here?

It’s not because he is not strong enough. If he has the strength to make the world tremble, then there is no need to worry about anyone!

Why can’t I pass on my own Dharma?

Why can the martial arts masters of Xuanmen practice seven or eight blindly produce countless branches?

It’s not that he doesn’t have his own complete system, and the system that can be cultivated by his disciples, and there are very few like-minded people who are pitifully aware of him.

"Why am I not strong enough myself?"

"If I had the strength and level of the Lord of Xuanmen, how could I not be able to create the Buddha land I wanted?"

"I hate it!!!"

The Five Spirits Gods glanced at this person with mercy and it was no longer helpful.

It is already the only criterion for practice. Obsession and the purpose achieved by practice are two different things. If it is confused, you will completely lose yourself.

He said something to a patriarch, and the patriarch nodded, the more humble the attitude, the more humble it was. However, when he looked at Mingshan, he snorted coldly between his nostrils.

"Come with me." The head of the Jinling clan looked at the person with mercy and said.

At some point, the old monk Mingshan even felt that this person was even more compassionate than him?

“…”

If you tell me to leave, I will leave?

If you can't speak, don't move!

Old Monk Mingshan felt that he still had the perseverance, but the patriarch did not ask too much, just nodded and went to do his own business.

This time, he suffered heavy losses. He was beaten by his neighbor. The neighbor must have been a robber. After walking around, he even lost his arms and legs of his ancestors.

It's really unbearable.

But it can't beat it.

This is a problem. It will take some time to develop vulgarly for a while, so try to avoid the edge.

When someone can surpass that kind of strength, they will definitely be able to counterattack in one fell swoop.

But when can anyone surpass it?

It seemed like a delusion to counterattack in one fell swoop...

Tens of thousands of years of accumulation have been brought to you in one fell swoop. Who else can stop the head of the Xuanmen?

When can I wait, wait slowly, but before that, I must be patient first. After all, people have blocked their own doors, and going out has become a problem. What can I fight with?

This is a problem.

It's a big problem!

As for Monk Mingshan...

Who cares about him!

The figures in the entire square also scattered cleanly for a moment. Old Monk Mingshan felt a little nervous. He was not afraid of being alone here. After all, he had suffered all kinds of hardships, but someone behind him kept looking at him, which made him feel uncomfortable.

The sharpness is on the back, but it is nothing more than that.

After all, it was my heart that had been tempered for many years, and soon I entered a state of mind. My heart was refreshed, and many strange phenomena flashed above his head.

The sky was falling, the earth was surging with golden lotus, and countless golden lights were flashing. The old monk Mingshan was like a glass, like an ancient Buddha, like a god.

He also began to ponder in his heart. He often sat in meditation and thought about his own mistakes. There were so many mistakes.

For the sake of my obsession, I became greedy.

In order to make a little progress in cultivation, my Buddhist heart was almost shaken.

This is absolutely not feasible and needs to be improved in the future.

The Buddha should be compassionate to the world and no longer let all suffering exist in the world. Similarly, there will be no more countless killings. However, the Buddha must first set an example and first cut off all greed and save himself before he can save the world.

If even you doubt your own way, how can you let others follow your own path?

Only with great wisdom, great luck, and great perseverance can you achieve great power!

The Bodhi branches beside them grow in the wind and turn into a Bodhi tree with a hundred feet of water, scattering thousands of clear lights, and the infinite light of wisdom drips like raindrops.

The old monk Mingshan was immersed in a kind of Buddha's light, and endless spiritual light filled his mind.

I don’t know how long it took, but Mingshan opened his eyes, but his face was filled with a hint of freedom and indifference in the suffering.
Chapter completed!