My life of martial arts training

Without waiting for the old monk to refute, Shen Yuan continued: "I know what you want to say, it's nothing more than saving sentient beings and saving the world, but can it really be saved?"

"Aspirations are aspirations, reality is reality."

The old monk opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer.

Shen Yuan continued to comprehend. He could not argue with the monk. He had to prove his point of view with a firm attitude and insist on it, otherwise the other party would keep pestering and forcibly instilling the Buddhist point of view into others.

The Buddhist aspiration is to save sentient beings, but it has never been realized in reality. Even if you talk about it, you can't refute it.

The old monk looked helpless. What else can he say after saying that?

Two days later.

The two arrived at Jingxin Temple. Xumi Temple greeted them in advance. Shen Yuan entered Jingxin Temple without any obstruction and went straight to the Sutra Pavilion.

The old monk was chanting Buddhist scriptures in the side room next to it.

The powerful men in Jingxin Temple were secretly on the alert for the appearance of the ghost Buddha. In fact, they did not welcome Shen Yuan at all. After all, the other party was now a human nuclear bomb and it was unknown when it would explode.

But due to the order of Xumi Temple, they could not refuse.

In the Sutra Library, Shen Yuan found a recliner from somewhere and lay on it, like a sponge, tirelessly absorbing the knowledge in it.

Under the deliberate reminder of the top leaders of Jingxin Temple, no nun approached Shen Yuan, but they looked at Shen Yuan with curious eyes from time to time.

The Sutra Library is an important place. Suddenly a strange man appeared, and he was lying down and reading openly. How could he not attract their attention?

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The Secret Realm of Dreams, this is the Dream Pavilion nest that Tian Juzi has been thinking about.

The colorful mist, like a dream, constantly changes its shape and color.

The scarlet glow floats like a veil, intertwined with the lavender mist, creating a hazy and mysterious atmosphere.

On the central platform, colorful lights weave into a light cocoon.

Crack...

Bursts of crisp sounds come from inside the light cocoon.

As time passes, more and more cracks appear on the surface of the light cocoon.

There are still two people standing on the platform, watching this scene, with haggard faces, showing great joy.

The man is dressed in black, with pure black in his eyes, without any white in his eyes, as if an abyss, illuminating people's hearts.

The woman is dressed in a pure white dress, with pale skin and bloodless skin. The virtual light shines on her skin, reflecting a dazzling light, as if it is carved from jade.

Under the eager anticipation of the two, the light cocoon shattered, and an arm suddenly stretched out from inside.

Another arm also stretched out, grasping the edge of the light cocoon with his palm, tearing it out, and then a young man walked out naked from inside.

He was suspended in the air, his eyes closed, as if he was sleeping.

A head of colorful hair fluttered in the wind, and the light gathered towards him, weaving into an exquisite dress.

"We succeeded, we really succeeded!" A man and a woman could not hide their excitement.

At the same time, the sixteen people in the audience were also excited.

After a long time, the young man slowly opened his eyes and woke up.

He was ignorant and looked at the two people, then glanced around, blinked his eyes, and showed an extremely innocent look.

"Who are you?" The young man asked curiously.

"Meng Hei, Meng Bai." A man and a woman replied.

"Then who am I?"

"You are Meng Chunzhen." Meng Hei smiled.

"Meng Chunzhen..." The young man murmured, looked at the two people again, and asked:

"Then what can I do?"

"You will control all the aliens in the world without any cost!" Meng Hei said excitedly.

Then, he waved lightly, and countless thoughts poured into Meng Chunzhen's mind.

Meng Chunzhen felt a stream of information flowing into her heart.

Meng Hei continued, "When the fourth blood moon comes, what you need to do is to control the aliens to reap the world."

"I understand." Meng Chunzhen nodded.

"Next, we only need to get rid of Tian Yezi, and we can completely control the Great Zhou Dynasty." Meng Bai said coldly.

"Yeah."

Meng Hei smiled faintly and looked at the audience: "Go down and prepare. Next, we will welcome a brand new world!"

"This new world will exist around us. The will of heaven will eventually be destroyed, the sky will eventually be broken, and the sea of ​​stars will welcome our arrival!"

He opened his hands and embraced the sky with a fanatical look.

"Destroy the will of heaven and break the sky!"

Everyone shouted in unison, emitting a powerful aura. Under this terrifying power, the entire secret realm was shaking.

These people are all pure gods!

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Mingfuzhou, a small garden in the mountains.

"Hu..."

Meng Zi slowly opened her eyes, unable to hide the joy and excitement in her heart.

She got up and left the room.

"Master Meng Zi, Master Meng Hei and Master Meng Bai, did they succeed?" Meng Huang asked excitedly.

"Yes." Meng Zi smiled and nodded.

"Then should we give the Buddhist sect a heavy blow?" Meng Huang hesitated.

"The plans of the Buddhist sect and the Witch God Temple will be temporarily shelved."

Meng Zi shook her head and said in a deep voice: "To prevent Meng Chunzhen from being discovered, Hei and Bai will choose to remove the hardest nail of the Taoist sect when the fourth blood moon comes!"

The special nature of the Taoist Three States made Meng Ge hate it to the bone. If it weren't for the Taoist sect, their plan would have succeeded long ago.

Although Buddhism is also a tough opponent, its threat to Meng Pavilion can only be ranked second.

The first is Tianyi Pavilion and Taoism.

"Although the plan is stranded, we can't let those bald donkeys have an easy time. Don't they want to lure out the ghost Buddha? Just as they wish."

Meng Zi sneered. The ghost Buddha has been moving strangely in recent days. How could they not guess that it was Xumi Temple that did it.

"Yes." Meng Huang replied.

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Jingxin Temple.

Two young nuns in plain gray robes sat under the tree and whispered: "I don't know who that person is. The heads of the temples actually let him stay in the Sutra Pavilion so rudely."

"It has nothing to do with us, and that person has left."

"That's right." The nun nodded and was about to open the scriptures in her hand when she suddenly found that the sky suddenly darkened.

She looked up and saw that the originally cloudless sky suddenly gathered thick black clouds, blocking the sunlight, and it was impossible to distinguish between day and night.

"It's dark?" the nun murmured, somewhat at a loss.

In the secret realm of Jingxin Temple, there is no distinction between day and night, and the sky is always bright.

Ding Ding Ding! !

The fascinating bell sounded, and several figures floated in the air.

They were the three Qi Refining Realm masters of Jingxin Temple, Ling Tanzi, Ling Xinzi, and Ling Huizi.

"Ghosts and demons!" Sect Master Ling Tan looked at the ink-like black cloud with an extremely solemn expression.

The rich ghost charm instantly filled the entire secret realm.