In the temple, the abbot's building is only a hundred feet apart from the Patriarch Pavilion. The night is bright and the moon is bright and the stars are sparse. The abbot's presidency of Hongyuan Temple did not chant scriptures and monks in the chanting hall, but went up to the top of the abbot's building alone. In the open-view compartment on the top of the abbot's building, the old man wearing a sloppy white cotton jacket and ragged straw sandals was half lying there. The beautiful scenery of the entire Hongyuan Temple was clearly visible in front of him, but the sloppy old man looked at the heavily guarded Patriarch Garden.

If the monk who cleaned the abbot's building saw this scene, he would definitely think that some beggar had sneaked into the abbot's building. However, the sloppy old man was scattered with a lot of leftover chicken feet and chicken bones. He obviously had been here for a long time, but the monk who cleaned the abbot's building every day kept turning a blind eye until the abbot heard the sound of the chicken bone falling to the ground last night. When he went upstairs, his mind was shocked. This was the scene where the abbot went to the top floor alone tonight.

The top floor was full of chicken bones and nowhere to settle down. God knew how this famous old guy could tolerate such mess. The old abbot had no choice but to find a broom to clean it carefully, and then brewed a pot of good tea to give the sloppy old guy a cup.

The sloppy old man grabbed the teacup with his greasy hands and drank it happily. He pushed the empty cup back to the old abbot and signaled to continue. He laughed and said, "The pheasants on Jingting Mountain taste good, the flesh is tight and flexible, and it is at least ten thousand times stronger than your Wuguantang buns. Wouldn't your mouth fade out of a bird?"

If the monks in the Precepts Academy in Hongyuan Temple were here, they would definitely scold the sloppy old man. However, the old abbot filled the teacup full of oil marks as he said, "No wonder the monks in Wuguantang said a few days ago that the food rations in the kitchen disappeared a lot out of thin air. It turned out that you were secretly making trouble."

The half-lying sloppy old man used a sharp chicken bone at the tail to pick his teeth and smiled: "I condescend to eat the buns and steamed buns from your Hongyuan Temple, which will give you enough face. I remember that when you Hongyuan Temple went north to support the Kunlun front line, when everyone was resting in the snow and ice, I also cheered and shouted for the steamed buns made by you, the old guy, but unfortunately it doesn't taste the same now."

The old abbot's face appeared and recalled: "In the era when war was tight, I didn't give you food, drink and spiritual supplies for several months, just to make you feel good if you eat snow."

The sloppy old man looked to the direction of the Master Garden of Hongyuan Temple, narrowed his wrinkled corners and said, "How long has it been since that stinky brat been in?"

The old abbot took a sip of tea and looked over, "It's been half a month."

The old abbot looked at the sloppy old man with a meaningful meaning and said, "With your realm of cultivation, even if you sneak into the Great Vajra Secret Realm, there is no possibility of being discovered. Why did you hold this for several days and implicate the innocent pheasants on Jingting Mountain?"

"Tsk, your Hongyuan Temple is also a top-notch Buddhist sect in Huizhou. If I want to sneak in so quietly, I will ruin my reputation as a big name outside Qingyun Mountain. Is it a bully?"

The sloppy old man buckled his nose and bounced his fingers indifferently. He took out a roast chicken wing from somewhere, shook it in front of the old abbot like a demonstration, and sneered: "I said Pure Land Sect, you have already cultivated to the perfect state of the Great Vajra Immortal Body. The meat precepts are nothing, don't eat a few bites?"

The abbot of the Pure Land Sect obviously had a very good relationship with the sloppy old man and rolled his eyes very rarely, folded his hands together and muttered to the chicken wings: "Amitabha."

Since Chang Xi used the destruction attack of the Great Opening and Closer when fighting against the Vajra Arhat, the abbot of the Pure Land Sect vaguely guessed that the disciples in the back of Qingyun Mountain must have an inseparable relationship with the sloppy old man in front of him.

The sloppy old man's cultivation was already the best in the Jiuzhou area more than a hundred years ago, but he only showed his strength when the Mangshan Tomb was sneaked into the void by the demon clan a few decades ago. Then he showed his skills in the blocking battle to support Kunlun in recent years. He fought against three powerful demon clans in the Void Refining Realm, and achieved an impressive record of one death and two serious injuries, which made all the sect families in the Immortal Dao Alliance record this name.

The Qingyun Mountain hides Taoist peak, no matter how it is.

Old Mo's eyes were slightly condensed, and he said with some concern: "Chang Xi's chance of success in entering this Great Vajra Secret Realm is not high. Have you ever prepared a backup plan just in case?"

The abbot of the Pure Land Sect sighed, obviously also worried, "Of course, before Mr. Chang entered the Great Vajra Secret Realm, I handed him a piece of protective jade talisman. As long as he felt that he could not bear it or something happened, as long as he crushed the jade talisman, I would notice and close the void formation as soon as possible."

Old Mo was worried, and after chewing half of the chicken wings, he felt like chewing wax. He threw it aside, staring at the abbot in front of him who had fought side by side with him and said, "Chang Xi is the worst-sized disciple among all the world-class disciples in the back mountain. With his current level of Jindan Middle Realm, it is too unrealistic to defeat the young genius in Tianyong City, so he chose to come to Hongyuan Temple to practice the Great Vajra Immortal Body. Old man, even if Chang Xi cannot practice successfully, you must ensure that his life is worry-free! Do you understand?"

The abbot of the Pure Land Buddhism looked like a Buddha, and he clasped his hands together and said, "I should give my all my strength."

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Chang Xi closed his eyes tightly, his mind was clear, and his whole body was still in endless torture.

Half a month of pain and suffering was not without results. On the contrary, Chang Xi had already tempered a body that was far more indestructible than the little Vajra's body. He had already vaguely known how to practice the Vajra Immortal Body.

While tearing the flesh and bones of the void, the great power of the void will also quietly change the direction of the meridians. In other words, it changes the circulation method of blood and spiritual power in the circulation. The original mature circulation system was torn and broken day by night, and then it was to reappear the original appearance was no less than a rebirth, and it was to break it before it was established.

However, if you just restore the original meridian direction and circulation system, it means that it remains unchanged. Chang Xi must recast the meridian direction layout and circulation system based on the structure that is most suitable for withstanding the tear of the void.

Chang Xi thought to himself that there are not many people who can practice the Immortal Vajra body. Even if they can endure endless pain in the void, if they cannot reshape the meridians and the circulation of the sky, it is still the same as shaving the path of life by themselves.

Fortunately, Chang Xi, who has been as careful as ever since entering the world of immortal cultivation, has a deep understanding of the meridian layout and the circulation of the Zhoutian. What's more, there is a Yuehong Sword Spirit who is not suppressed by the power of the void, who is on the side to make suggestions. In half a month, Chang Xi successfully transformed the meridians that were torn into pieces and reshaped a brand new structure. When this new meridian structure and the circulation of the Zhoutian system were only first formed, Chang Xi couldn't help but have an invincible arrogance.

Although the new meridians and circulation system are a bit awkward when operating, Chang Xi is not worried about these things. As long as he can practice the Immortal Vajra body successfully, there is still time to warm up the new meridians.

The medicine liquid under the towering body was transparent several times. The golden sea of ​​blood was boiling and waves surged thousands of feet high. The golden dragon bones were surrounded by ancient and heavy auras that had not been before. The sword intent dragon bones were initially formed, and the power of the dragon power was quietly improved to a higher level. Chang Xi's fingertips condensed a trace of the true meaning of silence that he had accidentally realized, and bloomed like white bones, beautiful and dangerous.

In the artistic conception of life and death, nirvana is a higher level in the artistic conception of death. Chang Xi gently caressed the lush flower bud as if he had obtained a treasure. He thought about what a terrifying scene would it be if this finger containing nirvana could be pointed.

Feeling that the embryonic form of the Great Vajra Immortal Body had been formed, Chang Xi raised his mouth. He didn't know how other monks understood the true meaning of immortality in the Great Vajra Immortal Body, but in his eyes, after surviving the initial pain of life being worse than death and racking his brains to think about why it is immortal, he suddenly realized a simple truth, that was even ridiculously simple. After that, the Great Vajra Immortal Body had no obstacles to him.

Since I want to pursue immortality,
Chapter completed!