The back hall of Jiming Temple is opposite Wu Ming from a long distance.

The monks of the Shi generation used the Zen true energy to sustain their lives for female capture. Although there were many monks in the earth, they had just experienced a fierce battle and had been experiencing a lot of skills for female capture. Several people in the inner circle had already shown signs that their true energy would not continue.

Everyone also knows that the female captain who has exhausted oil and dried up the lamp will inevitably lose its fragrance and jade, but the compassionate Buddha's heart still spares no effort to prosper its life. Even if it is only a few inches of time, it is worth it.

The monks were gritting their teeth and enduring hard, and a bunch of plain cloud sleeves broke through the air and wrapped the female trap into the group.

"I'm sorry, all the monks." Jing Rushui's voice followed the window. The sound was not loud, but it could make the monks who lost both true energy and the earthly monks calm their minds together.

"Amitabha Buddha, the monks of Jiming Temple welcomed the pavilion master." The monks all proclaimed the Buddha's name.

With a sleeve covering a thousand cheng (shèng), Shangguan Lingcheng.

After the simple sleeves came out, the Lord of the Brahma Tianjian, Shangguan Lingcheng, arrived.

"Everyone, let's go." The Lord Shangguan has always cherished his words like gold. Today, he can say a few words to the old monks, which is considered as the Buddha's appearance.

Taihao Lingtian, Yu Mu Zhonglan, and Ling from the Eight Poles have already appeared, what else can I worry about?

After the monks in Jiming Temple saluted, they all dispersed.

There is a universe in the sleeve. Shangguan Lingcheng used plain sleeves to wrap the south wind together. He must have a way to prolong her life. As soon as he used cloud silk to diagnose the woman's pulse, Shangguan Lingcheng felt aroused and rushed to the top of his head and said, "Put the idea on my head. Do you really think I dare not lift the lid of your pot?"

"Hehe!" Qian Mo's iconic smile sounded out of thin air, "I knew that everything could not be hidden from the Pavilion Master."

"Qian Mu, what should we do now?" The master is a master. He swears and swears, curses and makes harsh words, but he doesn't even have any of them, and goes straight to the point.

"Gold produces water. My disciple just took the old fire monster for thousands of years to practice Taoism. Using fire to melt gold can help your girl's dry water disaster."

"How to do it?" Shangguan Lingcheng's face wearing a jade mask still couldn't see his expression.

"Vajra posture, enjoy the dual movement of the air." Qian Mo grinned his teeth and said.

"Double cultivation." Shangguan Lingcheng nodded, "Okay."

"Did you agree?" Qian Mo was surprised.

"Can you agree?" Shangguan Lingcheng said lightly: "Since you branded the golden beast pattern for him, have you planned everything?"

"Hehe!" Even the shameless old chamber pot couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

"How to do it?" Shangguan Lingcheng asked.

"The Lord of the Pavilion must know that the inscription divides Yin and Yang, convex is Yang, and concave is Yin, so there is also a saying of Yin and Yang." After secretly glanced at Shangguan Lingcheng's reaction, Qian Mo swallowed his saliva and said, "Yin and Yang are locked together, concave and concave are filled with jade, Yin and Yang inscription bridge connects the heaven and earth, wood produces fire, fire produces earth, earth produces metal, metal produces water, and water produces wood. In this way, the girl's true water is abundant, and the disaster will be resolved by itself."

"Yang is a cauldron, Yin is a furnace, and the five elements are cooked. Is this where the vitality comes from?" Shangguan Lingcheng said in one sentence.

Qian Mo bowed his head heavily, "The Pavilion Master hit the word, this is the method of the Jiuxiao Yuanqi Art of this sect."

"So, your Fantian Sect is also a dual cultivation sect."

"It's not that..." Qian Mo immediately opened up. But before he could start speaking, Shangguan Lingcheng lost interest and waved his sleeves to say goodbye, "In this way, I'll bother the sect leader."

"Ahem! It's easy to say." Qian Mo swallowed his saliva, nodded and bowed, saying goodbye to Gao Jue's figure who was flying in the air.

"When will Shangguan Lingcheng, who slaughtered Qiancheng in one sleeve, be so easy to meet?" Shangguan Lingcheng's figure was blocked by Congyun, and Qian Mo still didn't come back to his senses.

"Can I, my disciple, fall into Tu Qiancheng's eyes?" After thinking about it, I found a reason that pinching my nose was reasonable, and the old chamber pot turned over and jumped into the yard.

As the monk said, Wu Ming was not seriously injured. It was just that he ate too much and had no way to excrete, which caused the spiritual energy to stagnate the meridians and histopathy.

Seeing the old room pot sneaking into the door, Wu Ming hurriedly shouted: "Master, how about Sister Nanfeng? Is it seriously injured? Can you save me?"

"Good disciple, I'm worried and helped you with great benefits. I didn't even see you treat me like this." The inscription Master looked heartbroken.

"Tsk, you still have the face to say it! If it weren't for you, I was eating bean buns of tofu, why would I be so stolen here?" Wu Ming was too lazy to talk to him and asked anxiously: "What's wrong with Sister Nanfeng? You said it!"

"Life is hanging on a thread, and it is hard to save it."

If you want to say that the old chamber pot is not a storyteller, God knows why those fools in New Taipei City have been heard for more than half a year. Wu Ming saw through his disguised expression at a glance, "Old Carbon Head, is there anyone else to say? Don't ask for a fucking beating, I'm annoyed."

Qian Mo didn't bother him and grinned, "It's true that life is hanging on a thread, it's true that it's hard to save it, but the person who tied the bell must untied..."

Wu Ming murmured: "Sister Nanfeng used his natal true water to cover the Samadhi True Fire of the old fire monster. The true energy was exhausted too much, so his life was hanging a thread. If you want to save it, you naturally have to make up for the loss. The person who tied the bell must also solve the bell... It is obviously related to me.

What can I have? Of course I am full of spiritual energy. Bi Fang said that the five elements are born together, wood produces fire, fire produces earth, earth produces metal... metal produces water. Look at how lustful you are, there are also lowly in lust, so lowly that it is too dirty, and the rotten stomach is... "Wu Ming suddenly looked up, "Is it a dual cultivation?"

"..." The old guy's expression was really wonderful.

After gritting his teeth and being constipated for a long time, his emotions finally turned into a long sigh. "Good disciple, this old evil god and that old bald donkey, you will lose without any wickedness!"

"Shou shalt him flatter me." Wu Ming didn't appreciate it, and asked again: "How is your dual cultivation different from Tantra? Could it be that you also want the Vajra Statue or the Vajra Gourd Concave and Convex Man?"

"That's a fool to outsiders. Taoist dual cultivation is different from Buddhism. There is no fixed posture. You just need to hold the Yuan and guard the first, concentrate the original, guide the spirit and control the Yuan, and use the power to achieve great power." Wu Ming's crazy words were already tired of hearing the old man. As for who Futuman was, he didn't care.

"How to contact?" Logically speaking, this should be Wu Ming's favorite scene, but his expression at this moment was not a bit of joy.

Could it be that I took a look away?

With a full of doubts, Qian Mo replied again: "It's like a pestle and a mortar conflicting, but it's in contact, and it doesn't contain each other. Pound rice in the middle, and remove the chaff. The rice is under the pestle and the mortar is under the rice, and the pestle and a mortar cannot enter; it's like a bee, with empty leaves slitting its petals, and it doesn't hurt its beauty. It goes straight into the flower room, sucking its honey and not reducing its fragrance."

The inscription master talked happily, but Wu Ming remembered it, but still didn't say a word.

After the exquisite metaphors were finished and the old guy finished speaking, Wu Ming slowly raised his head, "How to do it?"
Chapter completed!