Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Xu Qingluo's eyes flickered.

What the mind sees is not only what is visible to the naked eye, but also many things that are invisible to the naked eye.

She can see the routes of their mental methods, and the mental methods of these young monks and old monks.

This is equivalent to having obtained this miraculous skill.

Although there may be some secrets that have not been seen, she believes that as long as she tells Fakong, Fakong will be able to fill in these secrets.

"Master, what magical skill are they practicing?"

Monk Ci'en smiled with a hint of pride: "Da Ming Wang Gong."

"Da Ming Wang Gong... Da Ming Wang Fu Mo Gong..." Xu Qingluo smiled and said: "It seems to be the entry-level and basic skills of Da Ming Wang Fu Mo Gong."

"... It is both an entry and a foundation." Monk Ci'en felt that Xu Qingluo said just right: "Da Ming Wang Gong, and then Luohan Fu Mo Gong."

"The combination of the two is Da Ming Wang Fu Mo Gong?" Xu Qingluo said.

Monk Ci'en nodded slowly.

"So that's how it is." Xu Qingluo smiled and said, "How do you practice the Arhat Demon Subduing Skill? Is it also so painful?"

"The Arhat Demon Subduing Skill is a Buddhist Dharma." Monk Ci'en smiled.

Xu Qingluo nodded gently.

Her deepest thoughts were pondering: As expected, the Great Ming King Demon Subduing Skill has spiritual power, so it is naturally not a physical training method.

Although the Great Ming King Skill is mysterious, it cannot produce spiritual power, and it is impossible to practice it to the extreme.

So the spiritual power must come from the Arhat Demon Subduing Skill.

"Ahem." Zhou Yang coughed twice.

Xu Qingluo turned her head and rolled her eyes at him.

Zhou Yang said, "Can't we go in and take a look?"

"No." Xu Qingluo snorted, "You still want to spy on people practicing skills!... Master, let's go camp first and burn incense tomorrow morning, how about it?"

"Wait a minute." Monk Ci'en said.

He turned around and pushed open the temple door and went in.

The screams continued and became more miserable.

Xu Qingluo saw with her heart that Monk Ci'en quickly arrived at the martial arts training ground and slapped several young monks twice.

After the two slaps, their screams stopped abruptly.

The palm prints on their bodies quickly subsided, and then Monk Ci'en waved them away, and they returned to their own rooms.

They came out quickly, already wearing gray monk robes, and then appeared outside the temple gate with Monk Ci'en.

The six young men filed out, and when they reached the bottom of the steps, they split into two rows, three in each row, occupying three steps respectively.

They put their palms together, lowered their eyebrows and closed their eyes, and their expressions were solemn and serious.

If Xu Qingluo had not seen with her heart and seen their actions, she would not have thought that the six solemn and solemn young monks in front of her screamed like that before.

"Please!" Monk Ci'en held out his hand solemnly.

The four followed him into the Fumo Temple, stepping on the shiny bluestone floor. If they did not have Qinggong, every step would slip.

They turned around a screen with the word "Buddha" written on it, came to the main hall, stood beside the incense burner, and lit a stick of incense.

The layout of temples in this world is roughly the same. No matter which temple it is or which sect it is, there are main halls, temples with monasteries, scripture pavilions, monks' quarters, and martial arts training grounds.

After offering incense, Xu Qingluo and the other four did not stay for long and turned to leave the Fumo Temple.

The six young monks stood on the steps, divided into two rows and stood solemnly, like statues, but their blood was floating.

Although they kept their eyebrows down, their palms clasped together, and their expressions were solemn, they could not control the floating blood.

They had been living in the Fumo Temple and had never gone out. How could they have seen such beautiful women as Xu Qingluo and Zhou Yuchuling?

Not to mention them, even ordinary women would make them feel swayed. They were so beautiful that they could not control themselves.

They tried their best to suppress it, not to speed up their heartbeats, not to speed up their blood flow, and to calm themselves down.

He kept reciting Buddhist scriptures in his heart.

But they had been suppressed for a long time, and faced with the impact of the beauty of Xu Qingluo and the other three girls, the Buddhist scriptures could no longer suppress it.

Xu Qingluo could see clearly that their heartbeats and blood flow accelerated, and Zhou Yu could see it even more clearly.

When they walked to the bottom of the steps, Xu Qingluo smiled mischievously at Monk Ci'en: "Master, have we broken their state of mind?"

Monk Ci'en glanced coldly at the six young monks.

The six young monks were solemn, their bodies were bent back, their eyebrows lowered, and they stood solemnly like Buddha statues.

Monk Ci'en looked at Xu Qingluo and smiled: "They are fine."

His heart kept sinking, and he was in a bad mood.

"If their state of mind is really broken, the younger generation will be in big trouble." Xu Qingluo said in a delicate voice: "Otherwise, let them go to the Vajra Temple with the master. Master must have a way."

"......Okay." Monk Ci'en pondered for a moment and nodded gently.

Their state of mind is indeed broken.

There are countless ways of practicing Buddhism, some are closed-door Buddhism, some are open-door Buddhism, some are worldly methods, and some are otherworldly methods.

Most Buddhist teachings can only be practiced after seeing through the world, and only after the mind is empty can the practice of emptiness be twice as effective with half the effort.

The Fumo Temple practices closed-door Buddhism.

It is a method of otherworldliness. Only after practicing to a certain level can one enter the world and roll in the world.

Before practicing to a certain level, one cannot enter the world, otherwise the state of mind will be unstable and easily broken.

Once the state of mind is broken, it is difficult to repair it, and it is easy to form a demon in the heart, and thus go astray.

So having one's mind broken is more terrible than having one's martial arts abolished.

He never expected that Xu Qingluo and the other two girls were so powerful that they could break the minds of the six of them at once.

His mind was stable, and he was old, so his heart was like a stagnant pool of water, without any waves.

So when he saw Xu Qingluo and the others, he only felt their beauty, and didn't feel anything special, and didn't feel anything strange.

He couldn't understand the strong shock and shock that the six young monks had received, and he didn't expect such a strong shock.

Otherwise, he would never bring Xu Qingluo and the others into the temple.

His heart was full of regret and remorse, but he also knew that it had already happened, and regret and remorse were useless.

So he quickly suppressed these emotions and accepted Xu Qingluo's suggestion.

Others couldn't do it, but Master Fakong had Buddhist teachings and supernatural powers, so it might not be impossible.

At this point, he could only try his best.

Xu Qingluo chuckled: "They are all future high monks of Fumo Temple, and each of them has a good cultivation."

"They are still far behind you." Monk Ci'en forced a smile.

He never doubted that Xu Qingluo and the others deliberately broke the minds of the six disciples, nor did he think they had such ability.

He just thought it was a coincidence and that he was careless. He didn't expect that their beauty would bring them so much trouble and could actually break their minds.

Xu Qingluo smiled and said, "Master, then we will go to camp."

"Okay." Monk Ci'en nodded: "Why not let them help."

"This..."

"Their minds have been broken, so let's break them completely." Monk Ci'en said.

"Okay then." Xu Qingluo smiled and said, "If it weren't for those guys waiting to kill us at the foot of the mountain, we really shouldn't have come to bother them."

"I will send you to the Great Snow Mountain, and then to Shenjing."

"Thank you, Master!" Xu Qingluo clasped her hands solemnly.

She almost felt guilty for doing something bad and breaking their minds.

At this time, Fakong, who was sitting in the abbot's courtyard outside the Vajra Temple, shook his head. This Qingluo!

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