Cultivation of Immortality Begins from the Red Mansion

At this time, I heard Xuan Hui say in the car in front: "Amitabha, it's quite free and easy for the donor to let go like this, but I don't like the donor's behavior like this. This is still an escape."

Ji Lingyu looked at the camel carriage that was slowly moving forward, and sighed helplessly: "If you can avoid it for a while, you may avoid it for a lifetime. Most of the bonds come from getting along with each other. If we don't see each other again, they will gradually fade away. Then it will be nothing, so how can it hinder the original intention?"

Xuan Hui smiled at this time and said: "The so-called Bodhi tree has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the beginning, so how can it cause dust. Even so, as long as my original mind remains unchanged, how can external objects affect my state of mind?"

"Alchemist Jia has a predestined relationship with the Buddha, but he is not a member of the Buddhist sect. However, I have nothing to say about this method of escaping. After all, manpower is sometimes limited. Even the Yuanying monks who fly to the sky and escape from the earth have many dissatisfactions. What can they do? how?"

Ji Lingyu laughed and said: "Master's words are a wise saying. We monks go against the will of nature, how can we expect everything to go as expected?"

"Everything is expected to be perfect, but in the end it is all in vain. Follow your heart and know how to choose, so you don't have to regret it. If your heart is on the road, you just need to move forward bravely, persevere, and be determined, and you will eventually achieve something."

"Amitabha, the donor's words show that he has a firm mind and a profound enlightenment. Isn't this his original intention?"

Ji Lingyu laughed loudly, picked up the blood-red gourd and took a sip, saying loudly: "Master is right. It can be seen that no matter Buddhism, Taoism, Demonism, or even the path of demon cultivation, they are all the way to this great road. How can there be any What a difference."

"Happy! So happy! That's it!"

"Amitabha!"

Xuan Hui only pronounced the name of the Buddha and then was speechless.

Huikong didn't say a word from beginning to end, and the camel and carriage continued to move forward unhurriedly.

……

The camel carriage traveled alone in this barren yellow sand desert for several months.

On this day, Ji Lingyu continued to use Taiyi's magic to transform into a mortal and stay in the carriage as usual.

Just when he was sitting cross-legged and about to fall into trance, he suddenly felt something unusual. However, he had no spiritual sense to detect anything. He was just vigilant. If any sudden situation happened now, he could just leave it to Xuan Hui. He could not come forward to reveal his identity.

Not long after, a huge yellow flying boat, a thousand feet high in the sky, was seen shooting from behind. Within a moment, it stopped in front of the camel carriage, blocking the way.

Huikong jumped off the carriage, holding a long golden stick more than ten feet long in his right hand, and looked at the yellow flying boat in the sky with a solemn expression.

At this time, three people flew out of the yellow flying boat, headed by a young man in yellow who was in the early stage of the golden elixir. He was thin and stared at the young monk below with an arrogant face.

Behind him were two monks in yellow robes at the peak of the Golden Core. One was a tall and burly man, and the other was a foreign woman with long wavy yellow hair and a graceful figure.

"Bald Donkey, are you the one who killed more than a dozen knights from my Ma family?"

Huikong looked at the three people in the air with a solemn expression, seeing the leader in yellow clothes speaking like this.

He said loudly: "The poor monk has only killed a dozen horse bandits who were full of evildoers. I don't know if he is the knight of the Ma family mentioned by the donor."

"Hmph! Do you know, monk, that in this chaotic place, no one dares to mess with the Ma family of my Yinshan sect, and just want to leave after killing someone? How can it be so cheap?"

The young man in yellow put away the jade fan in his hand and looked at the camel carriage.

"What about the woman in white? Is it possible that she was hidden by a perverted monk like you?"

Huikong shouted angrily and jumped into the air.

"How can I allow you to slander a poor monk and a master who has a clear name?"

He held the long golden stick tightly with both hands, and his body was protected by golden light. He was full of anger, and it seemed that he was about to violently attack at the next moment.

Seeing this, the young man in yellow sneered.

"How dare you not take this young master seriously even though you are in the middle stage of Jindan cultivation?"

But the man took a few steps behind him in the air.

At this time, the tall and burly man's eyes were focused, with a three-foot yellow sword in his hand, and he said coldly: "Monk, please hand over the little girl in white. I don't have time to waste time here."

At this moment, Huikong saw that this man at the peak of Jindan didn't take him seriously, but hey! A loud shout.

In the blink of an eye, his cultivation level skyrocketed, and he even reached the peak of his Golden Core cultivation level.

"This method of hiding one's realm is quite strange. Young master, it is better to return to the ship and see if I try this Buddhist technique first and see what magical power it has."

The young man in yellow had already retreated to the rear and was standing on the deck of the yellow flying boat.

The slim woman in yellow palace clothes glanced at her with disdain, but it was fleeting. Only Yukong stood, quietly looking at the young monk in yellow robes about ten miles away in front of him.

At this time, I saw the burly man in yellow robe saying: "Yinshan sect Han Chong, this monk has reported his name. I will not kill the unknown person."

"Huikong!"

Han Chong, a burly man in yellow robes, nodded slightly.

The magic formula in his right hand changed, and the long yellow sword in his left hand was suddenly thrown into the air, turning into a sword shadow of yellow light about ten feet long, and shooting toward Huikong, about ten miles away.

In the blink of an eye, he arrived a few feet in front of Huikong. He saw that Huikong was holding the golden stick tightly in his right hand and swung it forward. A series of afterimages of the golden stick blocked the dozens of yellow rays of sword shadows.

Where the two intersect, boom! boom! The sound of banging is endless. The golden light and the yellow light complement each other, I am in you, and you are in me.

After a moment, the yellow ray sword shadow disappeared without a trace, and a three-foot yellow sword appeared, but flew backwards.

The burly man in yellow robe caught the dim yellow sword with one hand and frowned slightly.

However, he stopped taking action and only asked coldly: "Huikong, your golden long stick is quite extraordinary. It can actually defeat a certain natal magic weapon. I wonder what material it is made of?"

Huikong took back the long golden stick and held it in front of him, looking at the burly man in yellow robes.

"This is made of gold essence from the Far West. It is extremely hard. Even ordinary ancient treasures cannot do anything about it. How can it be cured by a mere magic weapon?"

At this time, the conversation changed again and he said: "Your gold-based sword skills are quite sharp. It's a pity that the Buddhist skills of the poor monk have a golden body to protect the body. Even if you don't have this portable magic weapon, there is nothing you can do."

"Oh? You, a monk, boast so loudly. What if someone breaks your protective golden body?"

The burly man in yellow robes had a glint in his eyes and a look of surprise on his face.

Huikong laughed loudly: "If you have the ability, just come. I will never dodge. If you can't do it, retreat quickly and don't get entangled."

"Just pick up a certain sword!"

The burly man in yellow robe roared loudly, and the magic formula on his right hand changed. The entire left hand glowed with yellow light, and soon the originally dim yellow long sword emitted a dazzling yellow light.

"Great Sword Technique!"

The yellow long sword transformed into a ten-foot-long yellow giant sword and shot forward.

"Sacrifice the swordsmanship!"

The figure of the burly man in yellow robes turned into a ray of yellow light and escaped into the huge yellow sword in front of him.