Outside the Dan Tower.
Wu Xingyun looks like a flying immortal, with billowing clothes. He steps on three old Shaolin monks and floats down.
At this moment, her eyes showed extreme coldness, and her whole body exuded a powerful aura that belonged exclusively to the Lord of the Vulture Palace.
The monks who were putting out the fire outside the Dan Pagoda were shocked when they saw Wu Xingyun's whereabouts.
Phew~.
The ground felt like a gust of wind blowing across it, and the three monks at Wu Xingyun's feet landed smoothly.
"It's just Shaolin, nothing more than that." Wu Xingyun sneered under his breath, his figure like a ghost walking through the surrounding Shaolin monks who had not really reacted yet.
Uh-huh.
Uh-huh.
Uh-huh.
A moment later, Wu Xingyun stepped on a stone sculpture and looked at the Shaolin monk who was running towards him.
"It's really a big loss this time. Grandma, I'm really stupid. I don't care about that brat's business." Wu Xingyun's face was cold, and he really wanted to walk away.
"What grudge does your Excellency have against me, Shaolin, to do such a cruel thing?" Among the Shaolin monks who rushed over quickly, Xuan Mu, the leader of the Xuan generation, glared at Wu Xingyun and asked in a cold voice.
Wu Xingyun's little mouth curled up slightly under his veil, and he said coldly: "The Dan Pagoda has been in disrepair for a long time. Grandma, I am here to help you renovate it."
"Shameless!" Xuanmu glared and cursed, stamped on the ground, and rushed towards Wu Xingyun first.
Wu Xingyun's eyes moved slightly and he sneered: "Let me try your Shaolin skills, grandma."
As he said that, he stretched out a palm and struck Xuan Mu in the air. Xuanmu was startled and quickly pushed both palms together to meet the palm.
Buzz~.
There seemed to be a buzzing sound.
Wu Xingyun's palm power dissipated without a trace.
Xuanmu was stunned for a moment, then sneered and continued to rush towards Wu Xingyun.
"You...you..." Wu Xingyun said "you" twice in succession, but he was too embarrassed to continue.
Her plan was simple: show weakness.
As long as you show yourself to be weak enough, you may not be able to attract the true master of Shaolin.
After all, if the Xuan generation can deal with the opponent, why should there be a Ling generation or a higher level monk.
But when it came time to show weakness, Wu Xingyun really couldn't be as shameless as Li Xianyu, and couldn't boast at all.
The two started fighting.
Xuanmu became more and more courageous as he fought, always feeling that he could take down the little old woman in front of him with the next move.
Wu Xingyun became more and more bored as he fought, and he muttered in his heart: The strength of this junior Xuanzi seems to be far inferior to that brat.
In the Xuan generation, Wu Xingyun, who is ninety-six years old, can only be regarded as a junior.
"I'm here to help senior brother capture the evil thief who set the fire." A monk of the Xuan generation shouted loudly, and his figure rushed forward and joined the fighting circle.
Xuanmu's spirit was greatly shaken, and he waved his fists even more powerfully.
Wu Xingyun curled his lips, feeling very bored. He glanced at the Danta that was burning with raging fire, thinking that he would have to pick up that brat later.
Inside Dantan.
Li Xianyu climbed to the top.
Thick smoke filled the air, with blazing fire shadows flickering, and the entire top floor looked like an oven.
Li Xianyu's eyes quickly scanned, and his figure shuttled back and forth across the entire top floor.
In the middle of the top floor, there is a closed stone chamber.
Li Xianyu searched the surroundings and stood in front of the stone chamber door. With a slight boost of energy, he gathered the power of his right hand and blasted towards the stone door.
Click.
The stone gate immediately split into pieces.
"My skill has indeed increased a lot." Li Xianyu breathed a sigh of relief, remembering the scene when he blasted Murong Bo's tombstone apart at Yanziwu.
His strength now is more than double what it was then.
The stone door shattered, and the fire and smoke poured into the stone room.
The scene in the stone room was clearly visible to Li Xianyu.
The next moment, Li Xianyu's face froze.
Someone.
There was someone in the stone room.
This was something Li Xianyu never expected.
After all, the Dan Pagoda is burning with raging fire and will soon spread here.
There is a stone bed in the stone room. On the stone bed, there is an old monk sitting cross-legged in dark gray robes. This old monk's face is covered with wrinkles, and his snow-white eyebrows are drooped to the ground.
"The benefactor is not the abbot of Shaolin, right?" The white-browed old monk asked with a smile, his voice sounded older than Wu Yazi and Wu Xingyun.
Li Xianyu laughed dryly and said truthfully: "I'm here to steal the Great Return Pill, so naturally I'm not the abbot of Shaolin."
Being caught red-handed, being secretive at this time will not help, it is better to face the situation calmly.
A strange color flashed in the white-browed old monk's turbid eyes, and he said: "The donor is quite wise."
"To tell the truth, do you have wisdom?" Li Xianyu secretly cursed, with a sneer on his face and said, "Some time ago, I came to Shaolin to become a monk, and the abbot of Shaolin said that I have no wisdom at all."
The white-browed old monk smiled, and his smile was meaningful.
"Soon, you will have it."
"Huh?" Li Xianyu's heart tightened and he stared at the white-browed old monk warily.
The white-browed old monk's smile remained unchanged, the long white eyebrows on both sides of his eyes suddenly trembled, and the ends of two long eyebrows struck Li Xianyu instantly.
Li Xianyu reacted decisively, stretched out his right palm, and blasted towards the white-browed old monk with all his strength.
His idea was very simple. There was no room for him to attack at this moment, and hiding might not necessarily lead him to escape. If he waved his palm towards the white-browed old monk, even if he could not achieve any merit, he could still use the force of his palm to retreat quickly.
The reality is...his palm force struck in front of the white-browed old monk, and it was like a stone sinking into the sea, without any waves, and the first wave disappeared without a trace.
Li Xianyu's expression changed... Two long eyebrows were pointed at his temples.
"Amitabha~." The white-bearded old monk clasped his hands together, said the Buddha's name, moved his lips, and recited the Buddhist sutra.
Li Xianyu felt as if there were Buddhist chants and demonic sounds filling his ears, as if countless people were instilling Buddhist principles into him.
Sweat gradually formed on his forehead, and his mind was filled with the sounds of Buddha and magic words.
"Is this sorcery?"
Li Xianyu's expression changed completely, remembering that he had deceived Fu Minyi, saying that Li Qingluo knew the soul-inducing technique.
Right now, what he is experiencing is real.
He had a vague feeling that the white-bearded old monk seemed to want to instill something into him.
"It must be stopped." Li Xianyu secretly bit the tip of his tongue and tried his best to stimulate the nerves in his feet.
The full name of the Divine Foot Sutra is 【The Divine Foot Sutra of Desire to Stop Actions in Samadhi to Achieve the Success of the Divine Foot Sutra】 is a magical ancient secret cultivation technique passed down from India.
Since the first song, Li Xianyu has relied on the Divine Foot Meridian to absorb various toxins, turn them into pure skills, and improve his skills... This is his main method.
At this moment, Li Xianyu was running all the routes of the Divine Foot Meridian, and two cool feelings gradually appeared on both sides of his temples.
The magic sound and Buddha's words buzzing in his ears were still there, but the feeling he felt for Li Xianyu gradually changed.
Before, it was like the real magic sound was trying to rush into his brain, but now he only felt noisy.
"The Divine Foot Meridian is not only able to detoxify, its real function is to defuse external demons during practice..." A flash of understanding flashed in Li Xianyu's eyes.
Wang Yuyan and A'Zhu had helped him translate the complete Yi Jin Jing. Based on the principle of caution, when he was looking through the Chinese version of the Yi Jin Jing, he took some Sanskrit scriptures and compared them with the translation, and understood a little bit about it. Sanskrit.
This gave him a deeper understanding of some of the contents recorded in the Divine Foot Sutra.
The so-called external demons, in layman's terms, are some strange phenomena that occur when someone is possessed.
"Donor, why don't you let go of your obsessions and become a Buddha immediately?" the white-browed old monk whispered.
"Become a Buddha..." Li Xianyu repeated, his face dull and his eyes dull.
"Yes, as long as you let go of your obsession, you can become a Buddha." The white-browed old monk said warmly, his voice full of confusion.
"Become a Buddha..." Li Xianyu repeated again.
