Not long after, the monk went up the mountain.

There are a total of nineteen monks, all of different ages. The oldest is in his forties and the youngest is in his twenties.

All of them are strong and tall.

Some of the palms are very thick, and the calluses on the palms are very obvious. It is obvious that these monks have real kung fu.

Several monks walked like a dragon and a tiger with light and healthy steps, obviously practicing regularly.

Zhang Qingyun glanced at the group of monks, and finally fixed his gaze on the leading monk at the front. He was in his thirties, with white face and red lips, tall figure and handsome appearance.

If the quality of a hairstyle determines a person's temperament, then this monk is born bald. If he has long hair, he will not have the same temperament as having no hair.

"The sixth level of inner strength, at this age, this kind of cultivation is still so-so."

In his thirties, his internal energy is at the sixth level, neither too high nor too low.

If you practice internally, have enough qi and blood, and practice to the third level of qi training, you will be able to refine even a trace of essence, but the cultivation speed will be very fast.

In his thirties, he only has the sixth level of inner strength, which is really just so-so.

Either it is restricted by the technique, or it is restricted by one's own conditions.

As for the rest of the monks, most of them are strong and strong. There are only two monks, one is at the first level of internal energy and the other is at the second level of internal energy. As the saying goes, if there are a group of chickens at home and one chicken lays an egg,

Then a group of chickens, even if they are roosters, will transform into females to lay eggs.

Zhang Qingyun of Maitreya Zen Temple doesn't understand very well. Once there is a realm of inner strength, is the second realm of inner strength still far away?

As the saying goes, when one person attains enlightenment, chickens and dogs ascend to heaven, this is the truth.

As the ancestral home of Zen Buddhism, Songshan is not as good as Maitreya Zen Temple.

He is handsome and loved by others.

No, as soon as the monk went up the mountain, Kun Dao named Qingyun, with a face full of joy, was the first to greet him: "Master Zhiguang!"

Qingyun's eyes were filled with stars, and her face could not hide her admiration. She leaned against Zhiguang's arm and walked up the mountain. Occasionally she raised her head, with tenderness in her eyes.

"Tsk tsk..."

There is a problem. Zhiguang looked at Qingyun, and it was obvious that he was looking at her with flaming eyes.

Zhang Qingyun would not believe it if the two of them had never encountered flames before making firewood and beat Zhang Qingyun to death.

Zhang Qingyun smacked his lips: "I wonder if Kai Dao will come back and see this scene, will he shout: Hey, monk, don't even think about robbing the master's wife with the poor Taoist... um, robbing the Taoist nun..."

Kaidao seemed to be mindlessly attacking Qingyun, but even a fool could see that he had taken a liking to Kundao at first glance, but he was too bold and his actions were too sudden.

However, after all this scheming, I ended up...picking up a broken shoe.

The worn shoes belong to someone else.

"Master Zhiguang..."

Not to mention the young Kun Dao Qingyun, the old Kun Dao Shuixin on the mountain, and the two middle-aged Kun Dao Zhang Qingyun whose names are unknown, all seem to be fans of Monk Zhiguang.

"Fortunately, Shui Xin is not really a monk. Otherwise, the Taoist sect would lose its face."

Zhang Qingyun sighed deeply. With such a character, he was lucky that he was not a member of the Taoist sect.

When we went up the mountain, the monks all brought futons.

They were sitting around the bonfire, seemingly unaware of Zhang Qingyun who was thirty or forty meters away, and Shui Xin didn't seem willing to introduce them to each other.

"Pindao is just being sentimental."

Zhang Qingyun shook his head slightly and restrained his breath.

He thought Shui Xin was at least polite and introduced both parties, but he pretended to be cold and cold.

However, Shui Xin didn't even have such courtesy.

"But don't worry, layman, the poor monk and others are here to capture the evil spirits."

Monk Zhiguang is full of confidence and very casual.

It seemed that these people could easily subdue the evil spirit.

That's a bad ghost, not an evil ghost.

Still formed a ghostly and evil spirit!

Generally, a fierce ghost is equivalent to the peak of foundation building, reaching the Yin Shen realm.

And the fierce ghost that has condensed ghosts and ghosts is already equivalent to the ultimate realm of Yin Shen.

A monk with the sixth level of inner strength, equivalent to the middle stage of the second level of qi refining, led a group of strong monks to subdue a fierce ghost in the ultimate realm of Yin Shen...

If I can invite Tathagata by then, I will still have a chance to live.

Otherwise, this is just giving food rations to the evil ghosts.

"It's a pity that in this group of monks, except for the young monk who is in his twenties, the rest of the monks have lost their vitality and are no longer boys. The evil ghost may not be very interested."

When ghosts hurt people, it's either because of revenge or because of Yang Qi.

Among the group of monks, only the young monk still had yang energy.

He closed his eyes and meditated on the seal script. Not long after, Liu Qingfeng went up the mountain carrying a bundle of firewood.

"Huh?"

Liu Qingfeng was a little surprised that the monk came.

Liu Qingfeng, who was carrying firewood, naturally attracted the attention of a group of monks. Monk Zhiguang asked doubtfully: "Are these two laymen also invited by Shuixin for help?"

Obviously, the tone was already a little unhappy.

Since you have invited a Taoist priest and then a monk, who are you looking down on?

"It's hard to become a great tool, it's hard to be a great tool..."

Liu Qingfeng saw the monk's reaction, shook his head and said with a smile: "With this kind of mind, I'm afraid I haven't read much about Buddhism, I just studied martial arts..."

You must know that when Liu Qingfeng was at his peak, his inner strength was at the top ten levels, much stronger than this monk Zhiguang.

Liu Qingfeng, who is currently on the third level of Qi training, although he is only in the early stage of the third level, is equivalent to the peak of the seventh level of internal energy, and is much stronger than this Zhiguang.

This old guy is still very talkative.

But what this old guy said makes sense, but the imbecile and virtuous man just doesn't want to say it out loud.

This monk has lost his body and has little future. If he struggles in this life, he may have the seventh level of inner strength, but it is absolutely impossible to have the eighth level of inner strength.

Even if it is internal energy, it is generated from qi and blood at the beginning. When you reach the third level of internal energy, you can refine a little bit of essence. As the level of internal energy is higher, more essence will be refined.

After losing the body, Zhiguang will no longer have the essence to refine. When he reaches a certain age, his energy and blood will decline, and his internal energy will drop.

Here, Shui Xin explained the reason why Zhang Qingyun and others appeared here, and Zhiguang looked a little better.

A warm smile appeared on his face again, and he introduced the monk next to him: "This is my senior brother Zhitan, a Buddhist monk. I can recite almost all the Buddhist scriptures in my monastery..."

Zhitan is a middle-aged monk in his forties. He is also tall, slightly fat, and has dark skin. He sits cross-legged on the futon, puts his hands together and smiles.

This is the monk with the second level of inner strength.

"This is my senior brother Zhixin. He is also a Buddhist monk. However, my senior brother Zhixin is good at making altars and has the Buddha seal in his hand. No one can match him..."

This is the monk with extraordinary inner strength.

This is the only inner strength practitioner among this group of monks, besides Zhiguang.

"puff..."

Liu Qingfeng had just lit up the flame here. Hearing Zhiguang's introduction, he couldn't help laughing. Feeling the unkind eyes of the group of monks, Li Qingfeng quickly explained: "Sorry, sorry, the great monk continues to blow... Uh.

, continue to introduce, I am practicing laughter skills, no need to disturb..."

Zhiguang glanced at Liu Qingfeng. Liu Qingfeng's cultivation level was already higher than his own, but his inner strength cultivation level did not give birth to thoughts. Only when both sides released their Qi, could they sense the other side's cultivation level.

Therefore, Zhiguang didn't know about Liu Qingfeng's cultivation level.

Frowning, Zhiguang continued to introduce: "This is my senior brother Zhiming, who is good at playing dragon and bagua stick and making tiger and tiger fly."

"Monk, Bagua is a thing of my Taoist sect. When you study martial arts, how do you use the Taoist sect's name? Is this set of stick techniques plagiarizing my Taoist sect?"

Liu Qingfeng chuckled: "It is said that martial arts in the world originated from Songshan Mountain. It is really nonsense. It is just that they like to plagiarize and put everything into the temple. Over time, everything becomes theirs."

"Old Taoist priest, you..."

A young monk stood up. His burly body was very intimidating. With an angry look on his face, the young monk was about to take action.

Zhiguang gave a low scolding: "Zhiyong, sit down! Stop being angry... I, the Buddhist disciples, are not like some people who speak freely and say anything."

Liu Qingfeng felt bored and shook his head slightly: "You continue, I won't interrupt anymore."

You guys continue to brag, I am a joke.

The corner of Zhang Qingyun's mouth curled up. Sometimes this old guy's mouth has to be sealed with a gag, which is too annoying. But sometimes, this old guy can also bring joy.

With Liu Qingfeng making such a fuss, Zhiguang would not be in the mood to introduce other students.

At this time, Kai Dao went up the mountain carrying a bunch of fish that had been processed. A monk clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, how can a donor kill a living being?"
To be continued...