I just want to quietly cultivate a fairy [travel]

Isn't it just a coincidence!

However, it was obvious that Pan Yuchen deliberately found fault with him to vent his evil spirits, even if he said it was a coincidence, it might not be of any use.

Therefore, Feng Yuanjiu didn't say anything at all, just stood there expressionlessly, forming a beautiful scenery.

Meng Yan tapped the armrest of the wheelchair and said, "What are you doing with a half-grown child?"

Pan Yuchen choked up, and said with a bit of dark anger: "If Feng Yuanjiu is a half-grown child, then the one who escaped under our noses is just a young bud with full hair."

Meng Yan said casually: "This is my fault, after I go back, I will go to Si Wang Guan to receive the punishment from Senior Brother Baili, and I won't burden you."

"You know I don't mean that." Pan Yuchen's complexion changed, and he raised his hand as if he wanted to catch Meng Yan's wrist, but in the end he only dared to pat Meng Yan's shoulder, "Senior brother, why do you do this?"

Meng Yan tilted his head slightly, with a faint smile on the corner of his lips, and said: "It is indeed because I didn't do my best that the kid from the Kang family escaped with that little worm."

Pan Yuchen excused Meng Yan: "That's also because Feng Yuanjiu suddenly disrupted the situation, and the senior brother did this to protect him comprehensively."

"It is our responsibility to protect the disciples in the temple." Meng Yan said indifferently, "You can't treat Feng Yuanjiu differently just because it happened to be Feng Yuanjiu."

What a treat!

Feng Yuanjiu's drooping brows and eyes were full of smiles.

Pan Yuchen glanced at Feng Yuanjiu, who was obedient and well-behaved from beginning to end, standing with his hands down, and hummed softly: "It happens to be him again, that's too coincidental."

Meng Yan nodded: "There is no coincidence without a book."

Even if Pan Yuchen had a three-inch tongue capable of blooming lotus flowers, facing Meng Yan, he could only helplessly knock on his palm with the jade fan, and changed the subject: "The matter here is over, let's go back and look at Baili as soon as possible." Come back, brother!"

"This is a serious statement." Meng Yan responded indifferently, and with a flick of his sleeve, put Feng Yuan Jiu Juan on the Dharma.

The return trip was not as thrilling as it was when he came here, and Feng Yuanjiu couldn't help but sneak a few glances as he was fortunate enough to board the Buddhist priest Meng Yan again, feeling quite envious in his heart.

According to the rules of the Taiqing sect, all disciples of the inner sect who successfully conceive a baby can go to the Tianying Academy to receive a Dharma ride, so that they can walk in the realm of self-cultivation.

It is well known in the world of self-cultivation that Taiqing Dharma is as solid as gold soup and as slow as a mysterious tortoise. There are often little devils in the magic sect who angrily call Taiqing Dharma as a Taiqing turtle shell when fighting martial arts.

It can be seen that this method is a bit slow, but it is also the best weapon to deter demons and save lives!

The uniformly equipped dharma gates are all a simple palace on the top of the green hill, which is not very beautiful.

Some disciples who are well-off and well-off will ask the elders and deacons of Tianying Academy to refine the dharma for a second time when they receive the dharma.

Monastery Master Meng Yan's dharma vehicle is obviously re-refined - only on the green hills with a radius of [-] zhang, there are complete pavilions, towers and pavilions, and everything is exquisite and gentle.

It's just that the layout and style of this Fajia doesn't seem to be based on Meng Yan's preference.

Feng Yuanjiu thought that his scrutiny was subtle, but in fact, he did not escape Meng Yan's spiritual detection.

When Feng Yuanjiu's gaze fell on the purple veil fluttering in the wind in front of the palace window again, Meng Yan suddenly said: "This dharma was refined by an old friend. There should be some origin."

Feng Yuanjiu didn't speculate about the embarrassment of someone else's family's privacy being caught by the righteous master. Hearing this, he just asked calmly, "Which elder of my Feng family is it?"

The blindfolded Qingsha met Feng Yuanjiu's eyes accurately, Meng Yan tilted his head slightly, and the corner of his mouth curved slightly imperceptibly: "Feng's family is like jade."

"!" I thought that all Meng Yan's protection for him came from his mother who was born in Taiqing, but I didn't expect that the relationship between his little uncle who is a big lady in women's clothes and the temple master Meng Yan is so good that he can refine the Dharma on his behalf. point!

Feng Yuanjiu was slightly surprised, as if a little milk cat had suddenly entered his heart, he wanted to scratch this relationship ball that sounded so special, it was so itchy!

Meng Yan chuckled lightly, with clarity in his laughter: "I'm not afraid."

Feng Yuanjiu's expression was cold and humble: "I dare not."

Meng Yan didn't say yes or no, but only made a point: "Don't always contradict Junior Brother Pan, it won't do you any good."

Not contradicting him may not necessarily be of any benefit. If you don't practice in his view, after going to the Ninth Inner Courtyard, Pan Yuchen can't control him even more. Feng Yuanjiu is really not very afraid of Pan Yuchen.

But since Meng Yan kindly reminded him, Feng Yuanjiu agreed with a low brow and pleasing to the eye: "Disciple, please remember."

Meng Yan nodded, raised his hand and pointed to a water pavilion on the left: "If nothing else, you can go there to practice, it will be beneficial to you."

Feng Yuanjiu thanked him first, but then stopped talking.

Meng Yan didn't rush him, but just said: "If you have something to say, it doesn't matter."

Feng Yuanjiu hesitated for a moment, and said: "It's really important, this disciple has to be careful."

Meng Yan nodded, and said: "Minzhi succeeded in building the foundation half a year ago, and went to the Ninth Inner Courtyard. At this time, there are only you and me above the law."

Feng Yuanjiu bowed and bowed, and his words were seven parts true and three parts false: "When the disciple entered the water to explore the way, he accidentally entered the water eye and was teleported to a secret realm. In the secret realm, he was lucky enough to meet the disciple's family. uncle."

Saying that, Feng Yuanjiu slightly raised his eyes to look at Meng Yan, and said: "My uncle Feng Ruyu asked me to bring a word to the temple master, please pass it to the head real person."

The corners of Meng Yan's lips that were halfway raised were back to straight again, and he slightly raised his hand to signal Feng Yuanjiu to speak if he had something to say.

Feng Yuanjiu lowered his brows to be pleasing to the eye, but his spiritual sense had already cautiously reached the crystal mirror hanging abruptly on the second pillar on the left, secretly measuring Meng Yan's expression in the mirror, and said neither humble nor overbearing: "Little uncle The words I want to bring to the Lord are—”

"The Sword of Slaying Demons transforms the body into demons, the illusory sky is about to move, disputes are gradually rising in the four lands and nine states, and the catastrophe is approaching."

On the lapis lazuli wood wheelchair, the calm and breezy big monk had a serious expression, and his thin hands left two finger marks on the hard lapis lazuli wood.

Meng Yan was silent for a moment, then asked indifferently: "Does Ruyu have anything else for you to tell me?"

Feng Yuanjiu thought for a while, and said: "Little uncle said, it's not too late to forward this statement to the real master within 200 years."

Meng Yan sat down and made a gesture of wanting to comprehend the way of heaven: "Got it."

Feng Yuanjiu thought and thought, and then said: "Since entering the temple, the temple master has protected the disciple a lot. I once asked my little uncle how the disciple should respond."

Meng Yan sat quietly on the wheelchair, as if he had never heard of it.

Feng Yuanjiu said to himself: "Little uncle just let the disciples accept it calmly."

Meng Yan's tightly pursed lips finally moved, and said: "It is the responsibility of the temple master to protect the disciples in the temple, you don't need to think about it."

Again, no need to think about it.

Feng Yuanjiu bowed respectfully and thoughtfully: "For the master, it's just a matter of his own duty, a little effort, but for the disciples, the kindness is not small, and the disciples should remember it in their hearts."

Meng Yan only said: "No need." Then he stopped talking.

Feng Yuanjiu waited quietly for a while, seeing that Meng Yan had no more orders, he exited the main hall and went to the cool pavilion that Meng Yan had pointed out earlier.

Looking at the Liangge from a distance, it is just an ordinary stone pavilion, but after entering the interior, one knows that the stone pavilion is not extraordinary, but is carved from a whole piece of Tianji Rock.

As soon as he entered the room, Feng Yuanjiu felt refreshed and at ease, and the primordial spirit in the sea of ​​knowledge was like entering a warm jade hot spring, very comfortable.

I have long heard that the Tianji Rock in Tianji Pavilion is not an ordinary thing, it has the effect of nourishing the mind and calming the soul, now I know that the reputation is indeed well-deserved.

It's just that I don't know what is the relationship between Guanzhu Mengyan and Tianji Pavilion, and he can carve a gazebo out of a whole piece of Tianji Rock. You must know that it is difficult for others to get a piece as big as a fist.

Given such an opportunity, Feng Yuanjiu would naturally not miss it, even if he spread a piece of animal skin, he spread a meditation mat on top of the animal skin, sat on it, and fell into samadhi.

No monk would think that the primordial spirit was condensed and pure. Feng Yuanjiu tempered the primordial spirit with concentration, and the soul power penetrated into the body, and even the little fox and Qin Po benefited a lot.

However, on the seventh day, the little fox Feng Xiaobai woke up from a deep sleep, and on Feng Yuanjiu's shoulder was a snow-white little fox with eyes closed for meditation.

More than ten days later, the golden piano soul in Fengyuan's nine seas of consciousness suddenly shook, accompanied by a buzzing sound, the golden light in the sea of ​​consciousness flourished, and the sound of heaven and earth was melodious.

At the end of the song, I saw that the Qijueqin, which was originally between the virtual and the real, was shiny and moist, and it finally turned from the virtual to the real.

The three talismans floating around the soul of the Qin, the restraint was loosened, and the second layer of formulas appeared in "Nine Chapters of Yuling", "Secret Book of Immemorial Tianyin" and "Lianshan Yi".

Feng Yuanjiu only hated that the journey home was too short, and the driving speed was too fast. In just over a month, he could see the mountain gate of Outer Liuguan, otherwise his primordial spirit might be able to step into the golden elixir realm first.

I regret in my heart, there is no outsider around at this time, so I can't help showing something on my face.

Meng Yan withdrew his consciousness from the cool pavilion, and sighed lightly: "Don't be greedy, your body is fragile, and you can't hold an overly powerful soul."

The clear and faint voice entered his ears, Feng Yuanjiu's heart trembled, and after a little thought, he knew that he had just entered the magic barrier, but with the cultivation base of the ninth level of Qi Refining, it was too unreasonable to think that Yuanshen would step into the golden alchemy road first. Self-restraint!

Just when his primordial spirit rose to the limit, Fajia arrived in front of the mountain gate. After a little thought, he knew that this was done on purpose by Meng Yan. Feng Yuanjiu stood up, straightened his messy robes, In the direction of the main hall, a disciple salute was held respectfully: "Disciple, thank you for the kindness of the guardian."

Meng Yan didn't say yes or no, and with a thought, he directly moved Feng Yuanjiu from the cool pavilion to his side, and said indifferently: "Go back to the mountain gate."

His posture was extremely indifferent, as if the Liangge, which was obviously dimmed a bit, was not some treasure in the cultivation world.

Feng Yuanjiu got a great opportunity, he was grateful in his heart, but he didn't say much, he just stood where Xing Minzhi had been before, and respectfully stood by Meng Yan's side.

Although the Taiqing Fajia is jokingly called the Taiqing Turtle Shell, its flying speed is also many times faster than the inferior flying shuttle of the monks in the Qi refining period.

At the last glance, the seven peaks are still faintly hidden in the clouds and mist, but at the next glance, the gate of the Liuguan Mountain is already close in front of you.

But Meng Yan didn't directly return to the Mingxin Temple, nor did he go to the Sitting Temple to plead guilty to the Baili Temple Lord as he said before, but went straight to Wendao Peak.

On the square at the top of Wenwen Peak, there are six high platforms standing upright, and on each of the high platforms there is a blue-robed disciple standing in disbelief.

Looking carefully at the past, from left to right are Wei Leshui, the disciple who sits and forgets, Qiumanwu who is quiet, Bu Ziming who is enlightened, Fang Wuji who is enlightened, and Ding Lingshu who is the one who cultivates morality. The last one should be the one who observes morality Disciple, but I have never seen it before.

Feng Yuanjiu did not expect that although he missed the Six Views Discussion Conference, when he returned to the mountain, he just caught up with the succession ceremony of the first six freshly baked disciples.

This is just right!