After a long time since he parted with the little monk, Chang Xi asked if the little monk was in the temple at this time. He was told that the little monk was still walking towards Kunlun in the northern region. He only asked someone to send a letter back to Hongyuan Temple halfway, so that the abbot and his brothers could know all the incredible things that had happened to him.

When Chang Xi learned that the young monk had become a major practitioner of the Nascent Soul Realm after his sudden enlightenment, he was a little amused and amazed. He did not expect that the young monk who was one line worse than his cultivation level would make a fortune in silence. Although he knew that the practice method of Hongyuan Temple was very different from that of ordinary Buddhism, he had never expected that the power of Buddhist vows would be so terrifying.

The area at the foot of Jingting Mountain is wide, and the Hongyuan Temple, which is full of peach blossoms, is amazingly large. The old monk led Chang Xi through the temple. When the monks in the temple saw them, they all bowed their hands and put their hands together to ask for the ceremony. Chang Xi followed the customs and returned the ceremony.

After ordinary pilgrims walked a hundred feet to seek Foshan Road, they had to stop after coming to the Ying Hall and the Amitabha Hall. At most, people in the immortal cultivation world had to set foot in the sutra hall, and it was not easy to go too far. Therefore, except for the bustling gates of the Hongyuan Temple, the temple was actually extremely quiet.

The old monk led Chang Xi to walk around and talked about the many secrets of the temple. Obviously, he did not regard Chang Xi as an outsider. Chang Xi was also happy to listen to his knowledge. Although he had made up for countless knowledge of the Nine Provinces cultivation worlds in Senior Sister Six for several months, he still felt that it was shallow on paper. Moreover, these secrets have never been recorded in the book, and even the sixth sister had no way to know. The old and the young were walking around, and it took a moment to make Chang Xi feel a lot.

The two stopped in front of a carefully repaired liao garden in the temple. The green bamboos and peach blossoms are hidden in the liao garden, and the spring water in a clear pond is ding, which leads to the sweet and clear spring on Jingting Mountain. A few fish swimming under the springs are tilted and bubbles are spitting out. The old monk looked kind and raised his palm and made a gesture of invitation and smiled: "This is the liao garden prepared for you, Mr. Chang. There is only this liao garden in the small temple that can be used. It is not as good as the cave heaven and blessed land in Qingyun Mountain. Please ask Mr. Chang Haihan."

Chang Xi reported it to her and bowed respectfully, "The elegant scenery is the best even if it is placed in the back mountain, which makes the senior worry."

The old monk nodded with a smile. This son became famous at a young age and was just as energetic as a young man, but he was always in a good manner when dealing with people and things. What he said made people feel more comfortable. When he recalled the so-called geniuses in ordinary first- and second-grade sects who often traveled through the world, he wanted to see how many eyes Mr. Ma had. It was really a matter of death compared to others, and the goods were still there. The difference between heaven and earth.

The old monk led Chang Xi to a quiet place in the temple. A pure land was encircled by the green bamboo fence. An elderly monk wearing a golden cassock beside the bluestone table and chair stood up and folded his hands and smiled, "Young Master Chang is finally here."

There is only one monk who can wear a golden robes on his shoulders in any temple. Naturally, there is no need to guess the identity of an elderly monk. Chang Xi bowed and joked: "If Hongyuan Temple is bigger, I am afraid the abbot will have to wait for the younger generation for a while."

The abbot, who did not take the airs of elders, asked Chang Xi to sit down. The old monk took out a tea set and cooked tea. Seeing Chang Xi, who was respected as the core disciple of the upper five sects, got up and took the tea cup with both hands. The abbot's first impression of the young master who saved Jueming and gave him great opportunities was extremely good. He stroked his beard and laughed: "Although I know why Mr. Chang came, I still have to say a few more words. Since Mr. Chang has learned to go down the mountain and enter the world, he naturally wants to show his mighty power among the major families of sects. But among the younger generation of Hongyuan Temple, there is really no way to find a few punches and kicks that can be beaten by Mr. Chang."

Chang Xi almost sprayed out the tea in his mouth, feeling a little amused and crying. He felt as if the unforgivable gentry bully had entered the village and was missed by everyone, as if it was closer to everyone's beating.

Since the old abbot knew his purpose, Chang Xi simply made it straight to the point, dispelled the old abbot's concerns, continued to take a sip of hot tea, and asked, "Are there no young monks in Hongyuan Temple who have become a little Vajra body now?"

The old abbot smiled bitterly and said, "It is natural to have it. However, practicing the little Vajra body requires the virtual air breath to enter the body and wander around the world before it can be achieved. This step is already a great danger. If there is no senior brother or elder who protects the Dharma, it is very likely that if you are not careful, you will be eliminated under the virtual air breath. I believe Mr. Chang had been dead for a lifetime at that time, right?"

Chang Xi nodded solemnly. At that time, his situation was more dangerous than others. He and the little monk Jueming were already seriously injured. There was a corpse-faced dragon outside the shield and wanted to kill him faster. Only by induced air breath into the body would the little Vajra be able to die for a lifetime. If others were not required to induce air breath into the body, they would have been cut into two pieces by the corpse-faced dragon in half.

The old abbot said calmly: "Solving the little Vajra body is not something that monks can improve their realm by chanting scriptures and chanting Buddha. It still requires constant tempering. Although there are bronze formations in the temple for disciples who practice the little Vajra body to practice and refine their bodies, they are ultimately not as good as the perception of wandering between life and death. There are also many ascetic monks in the temple who are willing to help the world like Jueming. Only two or three remain in the past few years. However, except Jueming, no young Buddhist disciple can perfectly cultivate the little Vajra body."

Chang Xi deeply agrees that practicing swords is different from practicing body training. You only need to find a sword to understand it carefully. Refining body not only requires great perseverance, but also costs money. Staining muscles and bones can stimulate the potential of the body, but it will inevitably cause damage to the skin. It will require the medicinal baths of countless heavenly and earth treasures to nourish the body.

A slightly lower medicinal bath can only heal the pain, while a higher level can nourish the body. As for the top medicinal bath, it is the most wonderful.

Chang Xi thought about the days when he had just returned to Qingyun Mountain from Cangxi Prefecture and was caught by Mr. Mo to refine his body. During the day, he was trained by Mr. Mo like a dead dog. At night, he was stuffed into a medicine jar full of medicine liquid and stayed up late to stew the soup like a pig's head. The next day, he climbed out of the medicine jar softly and continued to be trained. You can often hear Mr. Mo's roar: "You can't help the mud on the wall! Do you know how much this pot of medicine soup cost? You can't afford to sell your big mud ten times!"

He asked in a daze, "How much is this soup worth?"

Mr. Mo gritted his teeth and said, "A pot of ten thousand spirit stones!"

After that, Chang Xi insisted on making the stewed pig head with a clear head no matter what. It was precisely because of his high investment and Mr. Mo's support that Chang Xi's little Vajra body could reach a level that was unmatched by his young Buddhist disciples this year.
Chapter completed!