Road flyover Bodhi gave Han Yang a careful examination after laughing wildly, until his face, which was originally laughing, was already frowning: "I didn’t expect things to be so troublesome that I would fuck him in Shushan, and I would fuck him in Penglai, and I would fuck him in a family alliance. If I hadn’t made an agreement with Fu Lushou Samsung, I would have kicked out the restaurant in Shushan and torn down that shit family alliance on earth. Now it’s not so easy to get it done. I didn’t expect the fate of this life to be so complicated … "Taoist Bodhi was lost in thought after his anger.
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Chapter 13 Is the master of the Diablo iii an old Diablo iii? (below)
Collecting and smashing tickets Collecting and smashing tickets … Oh, oh-
This meditation lasted for a day and a night until the laughter of Taoist Bodhi came from the oblique moon view: "That’s enough. Haha, I really am the first Taoist!"
This laughter spread all over the whole square-inch mountain in an instant, causing disciples under Taoist Bodhi to talk about it in succession. I wonder if their master has developed any powerful Tao or refined it into a magic weapon.
In the oblique view of the moon, the hands of the Bodhi Taoist fly like a road, and the illusory Taoist symbols directly hit Han Yang’s body. With a light drink from the Bodhi Taoist, he said, "Open!" Han Yang’s body released a reddish light, and then a huge word "Feng" appeared on Han Yang’s body.
"Well, let’s seal his memory first, so as not to let this obsession affect the progress of his practice. It took me a lot of effort to really seal his memory. " Taoist Bodhi looked at Han Yang, who was sleeping, with a kind smile on his face: "That boy of Sanchi was kind to you, but it’s no wonder that the seal last time was too bad and unreliable. I’ve spent a lot of money as a teacher this time. Even if you are awakened by the ninth world’s demons, you won’t be able to untie them unless you are completely liberated … Well, it’s safer to put a’ soul-fixing bead’ on him so as not to be laughed at by thieves in the future. "
A silvery white bead appears on Han Yang’s chest when Taoist Bodhi moves his finger. "set!" Taoist Bodhi’s fingers draw a mysterious trajectory, and this silvery white bead has gradually merged with the "meditation bead" originally hung on Han Yang’s chest.
Clap your hands, Taoist Bodhi smiled and said, "The understanding of abstinence from color is really good. I can think of refining this kind of thing. Just for me to put the’ soul-fixing beads’. Han Yang, don’t let the old man down. "
Then Taoist Bodhi took out a spiritual coffin and crushed it, and said, "Monkey is the teacher. There is a disciple with great talent who can beat you, but he has an obsession in his heart that will affect his practice. In order for your younger brother to be able to defeat you as a teacher, I want you to go to the Mongolian world and take a female soul named Ge Xuelin to the netherworld of the Tenth Hall to be taken care of by the Yan Haosheng. When he is able to perform the’ Tianbao Soul Transfer’ by himself, the teacher will naturally let him go to the underground to take this soul with him. "
Not long after the collapse of Lingkang, an angry voice came from the air: "Why is there nothing good every time it’s my turn?"! Ok, I’ll see how powerful the younger brother is, and I’ll beat him to a pig’s head! " The voice soon disappeared, and Taoist Bodhi’s face rarely showed a fatherly expression, but soon the expression disappeared …
After Taoist Bodhi left, Han Yang slept for seven days before waking up. When Han Yang woke up, he was sleeping on a thick hemp rope, which scared him to fall down immediately.
"I do! Who is plotting against me? " Fell from above, but I didn’t feel anything about Han Yang now. He stretched himself, and now he is actually staying in a Taoist temple. The figure of three idiots immediately flashed in his mind: "I remember that when I seemed to cut the demons, I was blinded by the demons. Did the three idiots save me?"
"The founder of Han Yang Bodhi asks you to go there." A child who looks only five or six years old at the door said to Han Yang.
"Well, who? Bodhi founder? " Han Yang is still in the fog and has no reaction.
The child explained, "I’m the brother of the three idiots, the white crane boy, and now I’m asking you to come over."
Uh, hat This little doll is the brother who has lived for more than two thousand years. The world is crazy! Han Yang was sweating wildly in his heart, but he knew the weight of the five words "master of three idiots". The three idiots and his two immortal brothers were already so awesome. Wouldn’t his master be even more awesome if …
Han Yang walked slowly behind the crane boy while contemplating the reason why the master with three idiots found himself. At this time, he has forgotten about the matter of Ge Xuelin, and this memory has been completely sealed by the Bodhi Taoist.
"Crane, go down and let Han Yang come in by himself." Taoist Bodhi’s voice came from the Taoist temple. The white crane boy should let Han Yang in, but he turned and left.
Han Yang is speculating about the appearance of Bodhi’s founder. He suddenly heard the voice of Taoist Bodhi and instinctively went in with a cry.
Uh, why does this old man look a little obscene? This is Han Yang’s first impression of Taoist Bodhi.
"Han Yang, I’ve heard from Sanchi about you. Your talent is very good, so I decided to preach the Tao to you." Taoist Bodhi, where is the unkempt appearance of seven days ago? The appearance of an old fairy born all over the body is filled with a sense of peace.
"You mean you are willing to accept me as an apprentice?" Han Yang said in disbelief that it would be much easier for him to break the fate of reincarnation of the nine demons if he could get the guidance of Master Sanchi.
Taoist Bodhi shook his head and said, "I only said I was willing to teach you the Tao, not to accept you as a disciple."
Han Yang wonders, "Why do you call me Daoism for nothing? How can there be such a good thing in the world? The old magic stick never does business at a loss. You are his master. There is no reason to take advantage of me for nothing, right? "
Taoist Bodhi said with a smile, "Do you study or not?"
Han Yang thought to himself, Is this bodhi ancestor attracted to me because of my qualifications and I am the reincarnation of the ninth demon? Er, does he also want to earn merits from me like the three idiots? Well, in that case, I’ll ask for a price first.
Han Yang, who was determined to pay attention, tentatively asked, "Bodhi … er, the founder, I have nothing to gain from mixing with you except spending time learning Taoism?"
Do good? Lao Dao has saved your girlfriend’s soul from the underworld, and now she doesn’t know how comfortable she is in hell. You really don’t know how much others will pay if you want to save a soul from the underworld. How dare you blackmail me? Taoist Bodhi secretly cursed in his heart, but he couldn’t say this. He was afraid that Ge Xuelin would become Han Yang’s obsession and sealed his memory.
After thinking about it, Taoist Bodhi said, "Well, even if you are my anonymous disciple, you will be satisfied with having the whole square foot mountain as your backer and giving you a magic weapon in the future."
Han Yang was originally asking for exorbitant prices, but I didn’t expect to really get the benefits. He immediately smiled and said, "Master was scolded by disciples in class." He knows this, and at least he has read so many novels.
Taoist Bodhi accepted Han Yang’s gift of nine knocks, and a small bright green bronze tripod appeared in his palm. Taoist Bodhi looked at Han Yang and said, "This is the Fu Long Ding that was forged by the teacher in order to subdue the Nine-Day Xuanlong in the dragon clan. It needs great magic power to really exert its function. Your current strength can probably be used to refine magic weapons or something, and you will be able to exert its real function when you become immortal in the future."
Although Han Yang doubted whether this tripod was really so awesome, he also knew that Taoist Bodhi didn’t lie to him. At the moment when his hands took over this small bright green bronze tripod, Han Yang couldn’t help but throw it forward. This bronze tripod that looks as big as a palm actually weighs as much as 10,000 Jin. Han Yang struggled and couldn’t pick it up.
Taoist Bodhi smiled slightly and said, "You are not natural enough to pick it up now. I’ll tell you how to use this tripod first, and then tell you the skill of sumeru mustard seed. Remember that if you want to use this tripod to refine Dan medicine or magic weapon, you must burn it with fire for 7749 days without interruption. " Road flyover Bodhi said that consciousness had passed the formula of Fulongding and sumeru mustard seed to Han Yang. Han Yang is also savvy. It didn’t take Gao Zhuo long to master the sumeru mustard seed technique, but now he has built a sumeru space that is too low, that is, a little more than one square meter can’t hold much.
After receiving Fu Longding, Taoist Bodhi stood up and took Han Yang to the "Star-Picking Building", the highest Taoist temple on the square-inch mountain. As soon as he entered the Star-Picking Building, Han Yang felt a force stirring in his body, but he didn’t know where this force came from. This power is several times and "meditation bead" cooperate to suppress the unknown airflow of Han Yang’s anger in the body.
"Han Yang’s teaching as a teacher is based on enlightenment. What you want to learn as a teacher will guide you to learn. How much you can realize depends on your qualifications and nature." Taoist Bodhi pointed to rows of bookshelves and said, "Now go and find the Tao that interests you."
Han Yang wonders, "Master, don’t our disciples in Fangcun Mountain have to learn the foundation of Tao and Mind first?"
The Bodhi Taoist said, "It’s just as well that we have a unique Taoist method in Fangcun Mountain. It doesn’t matter much if we repair the foundation first."
Is that okay? Aren’t you afraid of being possessed by disciples when they practice? Han Yang felt a burst of sweat in his heart, but he didn’t dare to say more ghosts. He knew what temper this Bodhi Taoist was. If he angered him, he could fan himself to death.
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Chapter 14 Return to the earthly world (I)
Today, the school stopped surfing for a day, so I can’t help it. This time, the update was late in the Internet cafe. Book lovers forgive me. I’m really sorry-
Han Yang no longer said anything, but concentrated on browsing in front of every bookshelf. Magical things gave birth to words of a dynasty that I didn’t know originally. When Han Yang focused on the past, it became simplified Chinese. Han Yang glanced over several rows of bookshelves at a glance and probably knew the types of books in it.
The books in the Star-Picking Building are basically books that teach magic and Taoism, and there are also some ancestors who have learned about the mysterious and ethereal heaven. The most peculiar thing is that there are five rows of bookshelves in which Han Yang, who has put the experience of people in the square-inch mountain master’s school, has roughly swept it again, and there are impressively three idiots in it.
After a turn, Han Yang’s eyes are straight. So many magic ghosts know which one to choose to learn? However, Taoist Bodhi is still waiting for the teacher’s face at the door. Besides, people also gave themselves a magic weapon.
Han Yang’s eyes glanced at the past along the bookshelf again. It doesn’t matter that he saw two Chinese characters that made his heart beat-""!
Huh? Don’t insatiability, a Taoist from Fangcun Mountain, come here to get some books and solve them by hand? Han Yang evil thought, but on second thought, I didn’t see these two words now when I just saw them. Is it just born out of thin air?
This immediately aroused Han Yang’s interest. He sneaked a glance at the Bodhi Taoist in Han Yang and saw that he was still standing outside the door with his eyes closed. He breathed a sigh of relief and hurried to the front of the bookshelf in that column. I saw that there was only a book lying alone on a large bookshelf. This is different from what Han Yang thought just now, and this book is not a classical novel like Jin Ping Mei and Yu Pu Tuan, nor a modern masterpiece like Jin Lin is something in the pool. In the final analysis, this book is not a book at all.
"Er," Experience on seventy-two changes and somersault clouds ".What is this?" Han Yang frowned. According to the truth, this should be divided into a row of bookshelves. How can it be so good? Isn’t the content inside different from the title?
Thinking like this, Han Yang opened the first page and saw a few big characters written on it-"The Monkey King of water curtain cave in Huaguoshan, Qi Tian Da Sheng, defeated the Buddha and the Monkey King left a book".
"What a long nickname! Let me count that mLgBd has twenty words. This guy named the Monkey King must be very smelly." Han Yang looked at the first page and couldn’t help cursing. Then he wondered, "The name the Monkey King seems to have been heard somewhere before … er, is it the monkey mentioned by the three idiots?" Han Yang finally remembered that the origin of the name "the Monkey King" was inadvertently said when Sanchi was drunk before. No wonder Han Yang felt deja vu when he saw this name.