Simulation of all things: starting with copper skin and iron bones

Luo Gong bowed his head and said: "Well, it's done, we will leave Chanzhou overnight."

Wei An said: "My foster son is still somewhere in Chanzhou, I want to pick him up and go back together, so I won't go with you."

"Okay, then be careful yourself." Luo Gongchui waved his hand without doubting him, and took Xia Shouyi and others away.

Wei An walked in another direction on his own.

……

……

Its daybreak.

The fire burning in Fahua Temple has been extinguished, and thirty or forty buildings were destroyed.

Master Jingkong, the presiding officer of Fahua Temple, came to the No. [-] attic of the East Chamber to meet Master Zhenru.

"Junior Brother Zhenru, you were surprised by the raid on Fahua Temple by thieves last night." Master Jing Kong said apologetically.

"No problem, I'm not injured." Master Zhenru smiled flatly, "How about the casualties?"

Master Jing Kong sighed: "It's really lucky, that group of thieves came and went in such a hurry, except for more than a dozen monks with low force who were injured, none of them were killed. However, two guests disappeared. "

"Two?" Master Zhenru didn't change his face, "Who else is there besides Happy Arhat?"

Master Jingkong couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and replied: "His junior sister, Huanxi Bodhisattva. Their wing room was burned down by the fire, but no corpse was found in the ruins."

Master Zhenru said calmly: "Brother came to see me, do you want to inquire about the whereabouts of Happy Arhat?"

Master Jing Kong nodded and said: "Last night, Happy Arhat came to look for you, Junior Brother, didn't you?"

Master Zhenru shook his head and said, "That man is not Happy Arhat, he is a fake."

"Amitabha!"

Master Jingkong's face suddenly changed, he took a deep breath and said, "So, Happy Arhat has been killed."

It's like a master clasping his hands together.

"Oh, this is troublesome."

Master Jing Kong was silent for a while, heaved a long sigh, and asked, "Does Junior Brother know who the murderer is?"

"I don't know."

Master Zhenru looked at Master Jingkong calmly.

"Yeah, I got it."

Master Jingkong stood up, returned to his meditation room, wrote a letter, summoned an attendant, and ordered: "Immediately fly the eagle to pass the letter, and send this letter to the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple in the Western Regions."

"Yes."

The attendants immediately summoned a goshawk more than seven feet high.

Not long after, a swift black shadow pierced through the air, and soon turned into a black spot and disappeared in the west.

……

……

Late at night.

Like a ghost, Wei An came to the hidden mountain village more than a hundred miles away, and quietly took away Jin Xiaobao who was still sleeping soundly.

Flying through the sky in the middle of the night.

When it was dawn, Wei An landed on the ground and entered a small town.

Soon, Jin Xiaobao woke up.

The two ate breakfast, and then Jin Xiaobao fell into a deep sleep again. When he woke up next time, he had already left the border of Chanzhou.

Wei An repeated his old trick, found a remote mountain village, settled Jin Xiaobao, and then he returned to Chanzhou.

Days passed, and time soon came to mid-October.

This morning, a young monk in gray and white robes came to the foot of Lingyun Mountain and climbed up the stairs.

Soon, he stopped, raised his head, and in front of him appeared a slightly dilapidated ancient temple—Lingyun Temple!

Dongdong!

Wei An stepped forward and knocked on the door.

After a while, a young monk opened the door, saw Wei An, raised his palm, and asked, "Brother?"

Wei An said: "I come from the Western Regions, my Dharma name is Yunxin, I'm traveling around, I happen to pass by Lingyun Temple, I want to stay here for a few days, and have a rest."

The little monk understood, and replied: "Please wait a moment, I will ask Master."

He turned and ran away, then ran back quickly, and said with a smile: "Master agrees, come with me."

Wei An walked into the temple with a smile, looked around, and found that most of the buildings in the courtyard were dilapidated, and the courtyard was divided into pieces of farmland, where a variety of seasonal vegetables were planted.

Depending on the situation, because this Lingyun Temple is located in a remote area, with inconvenient transportation, and lack of reputation, it naturally cannot attract believers, and cannot earn incense money. The poor can only rely on themselves and be self-sufficient.

The little monk brought Wei An to a meditation room and introduced the general situation of Lingyun Temple.

In addition to his master, there is also a brother.

In the entire Lingyun Mountain, there are only three monks.

"Master's Dharma name is Niankong, senior brother is Huiming, and I am Huien." The little monk said.

Wei An understood, looked at the young monk and asked, "Do you practice martial arts?"

Little monk Hui En raised his chin and replied proudly: "Naturally, I practice martial arts. Master taught me a set of static exercises "Fudo Ming Wang". I keep practicing every day."

Wei An smiled, and said: "I've heard of "Fudo Ming Wang", and it's rumored that this kung fu is very strange, it can be divided into two states: dynamic and static.

When moving, the skin of the whole body turns into fiery red, and Shuangtong also turns into fiery red, with strong power and overbearing power;

When at rest, the whole body does not have any breath of life, just like a dead person, and in this state, the strength of the whole body has an unimaginable effect on healing, and can even make the wound heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, and serious injuries can be recovered in an instant. "

The little monk Hui En said proudly: "Of course, the master said that "Fudo Ming Wang" is the strongest magic skill in Buddhism."

Wei An was silent, and asked: "Do you have the full version of "Fudo Ming Wang" in Lingyun Temple?"

"Complete version? It should, yes." The little monk Hui En hesitated for a while, and said uncertainly.

Wei An asked again: "Do you have an identity token?"

The little monk shook his head and said: "No, Master said that our Lingyun Temple is a hermit temple, so we don't need that thing."

"..."

Wei An made no comment.

Next, little monk Hui En asked Wei An curiously what the outside world was like.

Wei An told him some things, and folding a piece of paper into a pinwheel casually opened his eyes.

Before I knew it, it was evening.

Little monk Hui En took Wei An to the kitchen for dinner, and it was only then that Wei An saw Niankong and Huiming.

Master Niankong is a thin old man, as thin as a bamboo pole.

But Huiming is very strong, two meters tall, five big and three thick, dark-skinned, serious.

"Master Niankong, thank you for taking me in." Wei An raised his palms and bowed his head in salute.

Master Niankong pinched the Buddha beads with his left hand, and said with a smile: "The ancient temple in the deep mountain is useless, as long as you don't dislike it."

Four people sat at a table and ate white rice and vegetables, with almost no oil or water.

Wei An didn't mind this, and even ate with relish.

A few days passed in a flash.

Peng!

At noon, the sun is in the sky.

Suddenly, a tall figure descended from the sky and landed in Lingyun Temple, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Earthquake!

Master Niankong came out and saw a giant man with a height of three meters appeared in the yard. He was extremely burly, and his whole body exuded a beast-like deterrent force.

Bald, wearing a golden cassock, wearing a string of beads around his neck.

He is clearly a monk!

"who?"

Huiming and Huien, who were fertilizing in the farmland, ran over. When they saw the burly man, they were stunned in place.

They have never seen such a tall person!

The burly man glanced at the three masters and his disciples, looked down at the disc in his hand, and then turned his gaze to a meditation room little by little.

At this moment, there was a creak!

The door of the meditation room opened, and a young monk came out, and the two met each other.

"Are you the one who killed Happy Arhat?" The burly man spoke, his voice was like a lion's roar, shocking.

With a calm expression, Wei An nodded and said, "Dharma King Wu Sheng, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Wusheng Dharma King narrowed his eyes slightly, grinned, showing a wild smile, and asked, "You knew I would come? Why didn't you run and wait here to die?"

Wei An said calmly: "I'm curious, what method did you master to track down the person who killed your close relative? I just didn't expect that you used a treasure."

His gaze fell on the disk in the hands of the King of the Unborn Dharma.

[Item: Mother and Mother Disk]

【Tag: Tracking Noble Phantasm】

[Level: Level 5 Morning Gold]

[Remarks: This treasure is divided into two parts: the mother plate and the child bead. When someone swallows the child bead into his stomach, and after he is killed, the child bead is broken and marks the murderer.The user can lock the location of the murderer through the master disc, without distance limitation. 】

The moment Wei An killed Happy Arhat, the bead in Happy Arhat's stomach shattered, marking Wei An.

Holding the mother disk in his hand, Wusheng Dharma King followed all the way, and locked Wei An's position precisely.

"You, just curious?"

Wusheng Dharma King couldn't understand Wei An more and more. With his terrifying power, even Master Niankong who had practiced "Fudo Mingwang" trembled.

However, the young monk in front of him did not panic at all.

"The gossip is over."

The next moment, Wei An rose slowly, with a strong fighting spirit on his face, and said: "Next, you and I will decide whether to compete or to decide whether to live or die!"

Wusheng Dharma King was startled, then raised his head and laughed loudly: "Hahaha, where did you come from?"

As soon as he stomped his feet, his body shot out like a cannonball in an instant, and he rushed towards Wei An, punching him!

Wei An sneered, activated the Eagle Wing Kung Fu, shook his arms, accelerated with a whoosh, and opened the distance in the blink of an eye.

Wusheng Dharma King punched the air with his fist, and there was a loud roar, then he raised his head and looked at Wei An who was rising rapidly, with a flash of surprise in his eyes.

"Wind attribute?"

Dharma King Wusheng saw the doorway in it at a glance, the strength in his body was agitated, and he stamped his feet in the air!

"Dragon Flying Elephant Dance!"

Peng!

There was a bang, and it came from the feet of the Wusheng Dharma King!

His body suddenly accelerated, and he shot straight into the sky at a speed not inferior to Wei An's.

The two quickly flew tens of miles away.

Wei An flew into the thick clouds, gliding, stopped, and turned to look at Wusheng Dharma King who was chasing him swiftly, his sleeves fluttering in the air.

"Blade Storm!"

Immediately, a huge storm formed, roaring and sweeping towards the Wusheng Dharma King.

"The Eagle Wing Art of the Jin family!"