What kind of bad thoughts can Tianlei have?

Du Shenglan was caught in the endless light, and didn't know that she had caused a sensation in the mainland at this time.Until he noticed the golden light in the sky, facing such a terrifying vision, a word popped up in his mind: born saint.

The moment the golden light faded, the sun, the moon and the stars appeared in the sky, and behind Du Shenglan appeared a majestic Dharma image, which was extremely dignified.

The spectacle fades away in just one breath, and day returns again.

Du Shenglan himself was blinded by the golden light. When he finally could see things unobstructed, he saw the densely packed monks outside the lore building.

The initial shock was over, and some people's minds returned, focusing on the same question: Saint, why did he appear in the lore building?

It might have been a coincidence at the beginning, but now that he is about to land, it can be confirmed that it is the Lore Tower.

I heard that the Lord of the Lore Palace came to the Lore Tower today, will he kill the saint?

For a while, many speculations were born, and the general perception was that the Lord of the Lore Palace would never take action himself, and at most imprisoned the saint.After all, a born saint is a person with good luck, and killing him will also lose part of his own luck.

In this boundless speculation, there was another person in midair, who was the master of the lore hall.

……

Golden Temple.

Pei Jiuxing twitched when he heard that the saint had come from the Lore Tower, and soon felt that it was a godsend.

There have been several natural saints in history, half of them came from Jinchan Temple.

A trace of bloodthirsty scarlet flashed across his naturally pale skin, and he forcibly suppressed the murderous intent on his face. Pei Jiuxing said seriously, "According to the style of the lore palace, I'm afraid the saint is in danger right now."

Monk Wuyun turned the Buddhist beads faster than before. If a born sage is in trouble, he will certainly make a move. If he can attract a new Buddhist disciple for Jinchan Temple, it will be of great benefit to Jinchan Temple.

But he didn't make a decision right away.

His deep eyes fell on Jie Chi, and Monk Wuyun said calmly: "Go and ask Tianjilou, how is the situation now."

Jie Chi stepped aside and did as he was told.

At this moment, all the monks in the Jinchan Temple were staring blankly at the golden light, and no one was chanting scriptures and ringing the bell, which can be described as extremely silent.Although the voice of the manager of Tianji Building was not loud, it was not far away, and both Monk Wuyun and Pei Jiuxing could hear it.

"After the golden light faded, this natural sage condensed his dharma form, and there was purple energy pouring into the heaven and earth, which was the vision of the purple energy coming from the east. At this moment, the master of the lore hall suddenly appeared—"

Pei Jiuxing sneered unceremoniously: "If he dares to touch a single hair of the saint, my Pei family will make the Palace of Absolute Kill pay the price."

In the communication talisman, the steward of Tianji Building continued: "Under the eyes of everyone, the master of the lore palace came to the natural saint in a few steps and shouted 'Saint, cross me'."

Pei Jiuxing: "..."

Monk Wuyun tightened his grip on the beads.

"And then?" Jie Chi couldn't help asking.

"The sage caressed him and gave him the name Hall of Renyi."

"..." Jie Chi opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.Because it was too absurd, there was one thing he didn't mention to Monk Wuyun. On the flying boat, the companion of the second ancestor of the Hehuan Sect once said that he was influenced by the other party to destroy the Hall of Extermination and Killing.

"Saint! He really is a saint."

Only a sage can be so detached and persuade the lore hall to transform.

Pei Jiuxing didn't understand what the monk was suddenly excited about, so he turned to Monk Wuyun and said, "This matter is too strange, the master of the lore hall is ambitious, and I'll say the same thing, the lore hall can't stay."

"I want to stay." It was Jie Chi who said no, and he looked serious: "Pei benefactor, trust me. The Palace of Absolute Killing will become a place to save the world and help the people."

"..."

I believe you sir!

-

In the midst of everyone's attention, Du Shenglan came to the Lore Tower, and the owner of the Lore Hall temporarily closed the building.

"This year must be the most legendary year in Jiuchuan Continent."

Some people are worried: "The evil dragon was born, and Du Shenglan survived the nine-fold thunder calamity. Both of them have passed away. Now the master of the lore palace suddenly emerges, and another born saint comes out. Could it be that the golden age is coming?"

As the name suggests, the Golden Age of Prosperity, countless geniuses will spring up like mushrooms after a spring rain, but every golden age is a harbinger of disasters.

The last golden age was the era of Venerable Hanyue, and in contrast to it, evil spirits were rampant.

What is it this time?

The 'instigator' who aroused everyone's imagination is not as powerful as everyone imagined.

In a room with a barrier, a pile of clothes was scattered on the ground, and the little lightning in the middle stood upright.Before the breakthrough, it finally jumped a little higher, but now it is only the size of a thumb.

Gu Yamu lowered his head and narrowed his eyes, pointing his finger in front of the little thing: "Explain."

Du Shenglan's voice was a little weak: "Excessive use of "Tianlei Tempering Body", overdrawn."

"..."

Gu Yamu: "I want you to explain, where did you get the natural saint?"

He paused, as if he already had the answer: "Money can turn ghosts into millstones, but now even the visions of saints can be sold."

Lightning poohed him.

Seeing that the flame was about to ignite his robe, Gu Yamu calmly extinguished it.

The difference in height made Du Shenglan jump onto the table before he fully saw the banter in his eyes.

Instead of criticizing Gu Yamu's dishonesty, Du Shenglan said solemnly, "Do you know why I risked my life and death at all costs to make a deal with the shepherd boy?"

Isn't it just to heal your own hidden wounds?

Before Gu Yamu could speak, Du Shenglan said impassionedly: "Of course it's for this world!"

"..."

"The spiritual energy is exhausted, and the way of heaven is lacking. My monks, why should we spare ourselves in order to mend the sky!"

Gu Yamu remembered that last night he was still saying, 'Our generation of monks is fighting for fate with the sky'.

Waiting patiently for the other party to finish his speech, Gu Yamu said lightly: "How long will it take to recover to the original shape?"

Du Shenglan: "For this world, is it important?"

Looking at each other, Gu Yamu sneered: "If I'm the only one when I go out, what do you think the outside world will think?"

It would definitely be said that the born saint died at the hands of the master of lore.The Hall of Lore, which was already on the cusp of the storm, was expected to be besieged soon.

Little Lightning is not high, and at the moment he is half-stretched again: "Ten days and half a month." Soon he raised his head and raised his chest to give advice to Gu Yamu: "It's good that you don't go out during this period."

"Having been in the same room with a saint for half a month, can the rumors be good?" Then it would be better to say that he killed the saint.

Lightning separated a finger, climbed onto Gu Yamu's shoulder, and tapped his mask.

Gu Yamu was taken aback.

Unaware that this gesture was a bit intimate, Du Shenglanfu said again: "Find someone around the mask, coat him with golden light, and pretend to be me."

Gu Yamu stared at him for a moment, stood up, and took a mirror: "Take a look."

What the silver-blue lightning blooms is kindly brilliance, gentle and pure, and it looks like a good thunder at first glance.Du Shenglan looked at Gu Yamu, and moved closer to the mirror in disbelief: "How could I..."

How did it become such a virtue?

The unrestrained vigor of young people in the past is gone, only the illusion that God loves the world remains.

No one answered him, Du Shenglan actually knew what it was, and felt a little headache for a while.

In the absence of a better solution, Gu Yamu chose the lesser of the two powers, and did not leave the Lore Tower.There are many masters in the headquarters building, even if the Pei family knew that he was here, they would not dare to attack easily.

After staying for two days in a row, not to mention the outside world, the inside of the lore building is also speculating whether the hall master killed the saint.

On the night of the third day, the Lord of the Lore Palace suddenly appeared again and took out a shiny golden plaque.

"The sage wrote the inscription himself, hang it at the door."

The dazzling "Renyi Hall" on the plaque almost blinded everyone's eyes.

This action immediately caused a sensation in the building. In the past, no one dared to discuss it because of the fear of the authority of the hall master, but this time it has to be mentioned.The Hall of Lore is an organization of killers, no matter whether they do this business out of intention or not, they can't abandon everything they have now and change to be good people and good deeds.

Hosted by Gu Yamu himself, a secret meeting is going on in the lore building today.

Several main hall masters looked at each other in blank dismay, and thought a lot about asking questions, but when faced with the terrifying coercion, no one dared to speak easily.

In the end, it was the Lord of the Lore Palace who spoke first.

"Pei Jiuxing has made up his mind to overthrow the Hall of Extermination and Killing. He personally visited Monk Wuyun. The Du family and the Mohist family also have this intention. Once a war starts, I can retreat with my whole body when I lose the enemy. How about you?"

The people present breathed hard, what they said was ugly, but it was the truth.

According to their guess, the palace master has the strength to overcome the tribulation period, and he can run away if he can't beat it.

"There are not only beasts but also flies around who want to devour meat." The cold voice came from behind the mask with blue-faced fangs, and it was creepy to hear: "Some dormant small forces took advantage of the chaos to enter, which is also troublesome."

After Gu Yamu finished speaking, he closed his eyes and rested his mind, waiting for everyone to express their opinions.

After a long time, the first person to speak took a deep breath: "Dare to ask the Palace Master, what are your plans for the future?"

The corners of Gu Yamu's mouth slightly lifted, he took the bait.

……

When Gu Yamu was talking nonsense, Du Shenglan was still working hard to restore his human form. "Heavenly Thunder Tempering Body" cannot be abused, not to mention that outsiders are addicted, he himself is easy to fall into it, ignoring the warning line from the body.

"A born saint."

Du Shenglan wildly speculates that her treatment target is prone to excessive obsession, will Tiandao be the same?Soon, he destroyed this beautiful dream with his own hands. Compared with the power of heaven, his meager power could not even scratch the surface.

Du Shenglan remembered what Du Qingguang once said, it is more difficult to take the right shortcut than to take the shortcut.

The way of heaven is a shortcut, so don't take it blindly.

I don't know if it was the effect of "Youlan Gongfa", but the recovery process was faster than expected. On the eighth day, Du Shenglan's condition was much better, and at night, she re-formed into a human form.

In the past few days, because he was too young, eating fruit was not smooth, so Gu Yamu had to use spiritual power to cut it open in advance and feed it little by little.He was still a little unaccustomed to suddenly seeing lightning-like people taking care of themselves.

At this time, someone outside passed on: "Hall Master, someone from Jinchan Temple came, saying that he wanted to see the saint."

The power of the Golden Chan Temple should not be underestimated. It was okay in the past, but now the Pei family is lobbying the Golden Chan Temple to besiege the Lore Hall.

"It's a bit troublesome." Du Shenglan was adjusting her breath, opened her eyes and said, "I hope it's a refrain from ignorance."

If it's his master Wuyun monk, it's not easy to get away with it.

Gu Yamu scanned it with his spiritual sense: "It's abstaining from ignorance."

Du Shenglan breathed a sigh of relief.

"With his master Wuyun monk."

"..."

Gu Yamu's speech speed is normal, and Du Shenglan is not sure if the other party just deliberately teased him with evil intentions.

Monk Wuyun was invited to a box on the second floor. After sitting quietly for a while, someone opened the curtain and came in.

The two were almost walking side by side. One was fierce and arrogant because of the mask, while the other had a gentle temperament. Even though he was wearing a mask, it still made people feel that there was a just right indifferent smile under the mask.

"Master, long time no see." Du Shenglan said hello to Jie Chi first.

Just like before, quitting delusion once again emphasizes that it is enough to just call people by their first names.

Du Shenglan's gaze naturally shifted to Monk Wuyun: "This must be the legendary master of Wuyun."

"Amitabha, I don't dare to call you a poor monk."

When talking about Amitabha, the head of the Wuyun monk did not lower his head. He observed Du Shenglan: Jindanqi is indeed a natural saint, surrounded by a layer of golden light of merit that ordinary people cannot see.

"The poor monk came here to ask the benefactor if he would like to come to the Golden Chan Temple. My Golden Chan Temple has produced two Buddha disciples who were born saints. If the benefactor is willing to come, he will be the next Buddha disciple."

"Not coming."

There's no need to say pretentious and profound remarks to such a master, Du Shenglan said bluntly: "I love my hair, and I love eating chicken feet even more."

Jie Chi was stunned to hear it.

The status of Buddha's son is so high that it is unimaginable. It can even be said to be on the same level as several eminent monks in the Golden Chan Temple. How can hair and chicken feet compare.

Monk Wuyun didn't seem surprised, clasped his hands together: "If the benefactor wishes in the future, the door of Jinchan Temple will be open for the benefactor at any time."

Du Shenglan was a little surprised that the master and apprentice walked neatly.

Gu Yamu: "The monk is mainly to confirm the authenticity of the natural saint."

Du Shenglan: "That's it?"

"I can't really tie you up to become a monk." Gu Yamu poured the untouched tea into the flowerpot, withdrew his consciousness and said, "Go and stop them and ask Jinchan Temple if there is any serious injury or not. Tall monk."

Du Shenglan understood instantly and rushed over.

The most important thing in the world of comprehension is injured people. The monks in Jinchan Temple are not traumatized, but there are many people who go crazy.This time it wasn't for good cause, Du Shenglan took the initiative to save one of his fellow disciples simply by using the excuse of repaying his infatuation.

Jie Chi was very touched: "Thank you, the benefactor, for traveling thousands of miles to come to the Golden Chan Temple with us."

Speaking of this, I am very embarrassed: "There is also Junior Brother Jiechen who may be more influenced by the inner demon..."

Who would have thought that after the other party woke up from the dazed state, the first thing he wanted to do was to touch Du Shenglan's hand, and he would still be spitting if he couldn't touch it.

Du Shenglan waved his hand very generously: "It doesn't matter."

Jie Chi was moved by his magnanimity: "Don't worry, the benefactor, the monastery has changed the Dharma name of rebooting for him, and he will definitely be able to take it as a warning in the future."

"..."

"By the way, can I have a plaque?" Du Shenglan changed the subject.

Quit crazy and puzzled.

Du Shenglan said shyly: "I want a copy of your master's calligraphy. You don't need to write too much, just the four characters 'Miaoshouhuichun'."

Jie Chi couldn't figure out what he meant, so he told the monk Wuyun truthfully.

Monk Wuyun was silent for a while, grinding and picking up his pen.

"Master, why are doctors benevolent?"

Monk Wuyun closed his eyes and knocked on the wooden fish again: "Take it."

Ji Jie was skeptical, but Du Shenglan was still very happy after seeing it: "Thank you master for me."

Putting away the calligraphy, Du Shenglan left with the sword. With the superb medical skills personally certified by Monk Wuyun, his reputation is considered to be well established.

When Gu Yamu saw the 'doctor's benevolence', he almost choked on his tea.

Du Shenglan treasured the inscription and hurriedly turned his back to remind him to be careful.

"This monk is a bit interesting, I will put a high hat on you."

In order to show benevolence, he also spared no effort in treatment.Assuming that Du Shenglan used this to do some evil things, he could still excuse these four words in order to warn the other party to have a benevolent heart.

Du Shenglan naturally knew it too, but he still didn't hesitate to ask someone to use a good plaque to mount it, and spread the news of his excellent medical skills in private.

Many people heard the news and asked the intelligence organization to confirm.

"Is it true or not that a born sage wants to have a consultation in the lore building?"

The management of Tianji Building is very strict: "It's true that a born sage should sit in the Renyi Hall for consultation."

"It is rumored that Monk Wuyun personally inscribed the benevolence of the doctor, is it true or false?"

"real."

The former lore building has been replaced by the sign of Renyitang, which is ironic no matter how you look at it.No matter how unbelievable it is, lore building has indeed transformed into a mercenary business, and at the same time there are doctors attending.

In the past, people dare not approach the place, but today there are many monks gathered at the gate.Some came to see a doctor for real, and some were not seriously injured, just wanting to take a look at the demeanor of a born saint.

Among the crowd, there was a group of people who were particularly eye-catching, led by He Buming, the young lord of the Qin Sect.

He originally wanted to spend a lot of money to invite someone to come over secretly, but the other party didn't like this, so he could only obediently come over and line up.The natural sage only treats one person per day, and the full recovery can be guaranteed below the golden core stage, except for the damage of the dantian, which can guarantee partial recovery above the golden core stage.

Knowing that there will be a lot of discussion, but Du Shenglan's advertisement has a sentence of "rebirth of severed limbs".

The temptation of this sentence is too great.Now that I have been hacked inhumanely, it is useless to search all kinds of treasures. This saint may be the last hope.

A small wooden sign flew down from the building and landed in He Buming's hands.

This means that he is the object of healing today.

He Buming stared at the wooden sign for a moment, he didn't expect the quota to come so easily.According to their guess, the cultivation level of the born saint is not high, so they choose the same precarious Lore Palace to seek protection.

But this kind of protection is definitely not permanent. Jinchan Temple is unwilling to take action, and the Pei family has temporarily given up the siege plan.I believe that in the near future, the Hall of Absolute Killing will still be the Hall of Absolute Killing in the past. As for the worthless natural saints, it would be easier to coerce and lure a monk at the golden core stage.

Seeing him in a daze, the entourage reminded him in a low voice: "Young Sect Master."

Why don't you come back to your senses and let people go in with generous gifts.

These things could have been put into the storage ring, but in order to show his sincerity, he specially asked someone to carry them in.Box after box, as if there was no end to the flow.

The courtyard where Du Shenglan stayed was very elegant, and there was incense burning on the stone table. When he saw this familiar 'old friend', he smiled and asked him to sit down.

"What intractable diseases do you have?"

Why Buming gritted his teeth, the whole comprehension world knew that he had been hacked, so what else is there to ask?

Du Shenglan coughed lowly: "I'm sorry, I'm used to this process."

He Buming said in a deep voice: "As long as it can be cured, I am willing to give three times as much gift afterwards."

Du Shenglan didn't answer his words immediately. Du Shenglan walked to the box, opened it and glanced at it. They were indeed some expensive goods, but they were nothing compared to the Wannian Ice Flame Fruit that was robbed back then.And many of the medicinal materials, although rare, are only for those below the Nascent Soul stage.

Du Shenglan sneered: "It's really a generous gift."

I don't know if it's because of being crippled, which caused my mind to be a little distorted. When Why Buming saw Du Shenglan, he always felt a little uncomfortable.

The next sentence made his complexion change slightly.

"You Daoist He was burned by the thunder of the sky, so I'm sorry I can't do anything about it."

Enraged by the other party's attitude of not even trying, Why Buming suppressed his anger and said: "You can try first."

Du Shenglan waved his hands perfunctorily.

"I advise the sage to think it over before speaking. As long as Qin Zong publicly supports the lore palace, you, a natural sage, will be useless."

In the final analysis, the other party can only treat some low-level monks, which is of no practical use to the master of the lore hall.

Du Shenglan smiled and said, "I'll see off fellow Taoist."

Why Buming left with a flick of his sleeves, Du Shenglan was really shy and walked to the door, and then said to the monks who joined in the fun: "Sorry, I haven't been in the clinic for the past few months. It took a lot of effort to cure Fellow Daoist He just now."

The angry He Buming was taken aback for a moment, and then turned around abruptly.

The crowd around the audience suddenly exploded——

"How long has it been? It's less than half a stick of incense to go in. Second cure!"

"Rebirth from severed limbs, honesty is not deceiving!"

He Buming still kept his mouth slightly open, not surprised, but when he came out, he was going to scold his followers for carrying away the treasure, but now he heard Du Shenglan's nonsense, he was about to expose it immediately.

Du Shenglan bowed slightly: "Congratulations, Fellow Daoist, for recovering."

Why didn't the words come to his lips, and he didn't say anything, his face turned from white to green, which was very funny.Apparently aware that as long as he is not exposed, he is still 'intact' in the eyes of everyone.

Du Shenglan looked past the crowd and looked at an old tree behind.

A tree has a skin, and a person has a face.

I believe that He Buming can understand his hint.

He Buming clenched his hands hidden in his sleeves, left in a hurry without saying anything.

His attitude was a bit abnormal, but everyone thought about it, maybe they couldn't wait to go back for a physical examination.

The entourage on the road said excitedly: "The natural sage really lives up to his reputation. The suzerain has received the news and is arranging for people to prepare gifts and prepare to send some over there."

It's just that some natural materials and earth treasures used in the Nascent Soul Realm can be exchanged for the rebirth of severed limbs. This time they made a lot of money!

"puff--"

The entourage was still chattering, and He Buming, who was running all the way, was out of breath and spat out a mouthful of blood.