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Volume 1: Penetration of the Butterfly Lovers Chapter 133: Shit cellar is good for practice

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    Liang Shan took the risk and simply crossed his legs and placed them on two wooden boards. He ignored the mountains of shit and urine rolling below him and actually meditated to practice the "White Bone Sutra".  The practice of the White Bone Sutra is to focus on the "filthy" aspect. With this perspective, the bad feelings are greatly eliminated.  Liang Shan thought that he was stupid, why didn¡¯t he do this earlier?  Liang Shan still vaguely remembers a saying: It is easy to make a dojo in a manure pit.  These words do not belong to the concept of cultivation in this world, but were heard from a wandering Taoist priest in Liangshan in his previous life.  Not long after, Liangshan fell into trance, and soon there were several weak and dying flies on his cheeks and the tip of his nose.  It¡¯s freezing cold all around, and it¡¯s impossible to live without flies landing on Liangshan¡¯s face.  The flies are not in direct contact.  Liangshan's skin was covered with a thin layer of white light, and the fly was gently held by the white light.  For them, the dung cellar holds the memories of their golden years of youth. Now that they are dying, of course they have to come back.  Liangshan didn't realize it. After a while, the white-bone jade lotus shone brightly in the Dantian. The flies turned over and fell one after another, and died happily one by one.  No monk has ever sat in a dung cellar to meditate like Liang Shan. At this moment, Liang Shan¡¯s heart was enlightened, and it was shining like a meteor shower.  So it turns out that the lotus that the world loves and the monks admire comes from a place of filth.  It¡¯s about to break through!  Almost instantly, Liangshan¡¯s love for the third generation suddenly appeared.  You want to break through, but you won¡¯t give in!  This is the love thread of three generations.  Without the existence of the love thread of the third generation, Liangshan rushed directly to the high level of foundation building.  There are three red lines, one represents the past, one represents the present, and one represents the future.  The three-life love string is the highest level oath between a man and a woman, which is almost equivalent to never being separated.  The true qi turned into liquid, together with the chaotic energy, suddenly rolled up huge waves in the Dantian, and the love thread of the three generations was like an unbreakable embankment, making bursts of buzzing sounds.  The waves crashed against the shore, and thunder-like explosions kept coming from within the body. Although Liangshan was extremely uncomfortable, he was able to hold on. This was the first time that he had been hit by the love thread of three generations. This experience is precious, and he must hold on no matter what.  Liangshan never expected that there would be such a profound understanding in this toilet that everyone hated.  This kind of opportunity is rare. Liang Shan knows that even if he sits in the toilet every day in the future, he will not be able to enter such a state of enlightenment.  "Om!" Liangshan kept his tongue still, and the sound of "Om" kept coming out. His skull, mouth, chest, and abdominal cavity vibrated together. The waves became more and more turbulent, and beads of sweat began to roll on his forehead.  It was black and sticky sweat beads with an extremely fishy odor. It quickly mixed with the original smell in the toilet. Now it was regarded as "the same smell".  At this time, Ling Xiao, the Holy Son of Xiaoyao Hall of Huanmen Lingxiao Sect, fell from the sky and landed one mile outside Wubao.  Ling Xiao is not tall, about 1.6 meters tall. If he stood next to Master Ying Hai's subordinate Meng Li, he would be a dwarf. However, even this dwarf-like person is one of the top ten terrifying figures in the Eighteenth Cultivation Hall.  Ling Xiao is bloodthirsty and loves to kill. Anyone who offends him will not end well. Even saints and saints who are equally powerful as him give him three points, because this guy is a mad dog and will bite whoever he catches.  ¡°But this mad dog has a habit, an extreme mysophobia.  This was the greatest blessing among Liangshan's misfortunes. If it had been any other Holy Son, the Great Luo Silk Net would have caught him at that time.  Wubao was so popular that Ling Xiao kept hovering high in the sky, wanting to wait for Liangshan to emerge from Wubao before taking it down.  When Ling Xiao learned that Hua Yueying had been her lover for three generations, he almost exploded with anger.  Ling Xiao looked down upon the other saints and saints, but Hua Yueying turned from a mad dog into a pug.  Every year, he would send people to give gifts to Hua Yueying from time to time. He also revealed many times that he was willing to be a "three-life love" and promised that the two would not be together until they broke through the Nascent Soul stage.  There has never been a woman in the world who could make Ling Xiao fall in love with her like this!  ¡°However, she actually casually gave her love for three generations to a brat, and he was not in the golden elixir stage yet.  This is a great shame!  Ling Xiao waited until this moment to move, showing his unprecedented patience.  If you find Liang Shanbo, you will be killed immediately.  I don¡¯t want this kid to be a coward and never come out.  This kid is hiding here waiting for Hua Yueying to come over.  Fairies salivate when they smell the smell of human flesh, but monks treat their human bodies like stinky skin. People like Ling Xiao who are at the highest level of the golden elixir stage can basically relieve themselves in half a month and once in a month.  The one who can truly avoid the need for these things is Master Chunyang.  But even the waste excreted by Ling Xiao can be regarded as fine wine and jade liquid in the world.  &nbsp"The so-called immortals playing in the human world are just casual cultivators without any sect. Who among the serious sects would like to enter the mortal world?"  The pleasures that the world likes are not worth mentioning at all. There is no way to go out to do tasks for the sect. Going back and forth is equivalent to rolling in a smelly ditch.  Therefore, if it weren¡¯t for Liangshan¡¯s deep hatred, Ling Xiao would never come out.  This is the reason why it is said that "everything such as refining medicine with flying pills, swallowing qi and swallowing clouds, etc., should avoid doing things like pickling filthy corpses."  This is taboo for all monks, especially Ling Xiao.  However, no matter what, he had to crush this bug to death, and he felt embarrassed even "thinking" about him and Hua Yueying together.  Ling Xiao hesitated for a moment, then walked towards the Wubao without tiptoeing to the ground, his murderous intent overwhelming.  On the second floor of a restaurant at the eastern end of Wubao, Nangong Yan was drinking alone.  This Wubao was originally called Nangong Fort.  From Nanyang to the northeast, gradually approaching the Central Plains area, there are ten villages and nine deserts. Nangongbao is the largest within a hundred miles.  In terms of scale, it is larger than Majiapu, but it does not have the earthen buildings of Majiapu. It is just a simple earthen wall on the outside. The internal buildings are row upon row, but the overall building is loose and out of style.  Nangongbao can be independent in troubled times, if for no other reason than because of Nangongyan.  Fifty steps away from the restaurant is the Nangong family ancestral hall. Although Nangong Yan is a woman, her portrait hangs high in the ancestral hall. The clan members worship her day and night like a god.  "Girl, the shop is closing. Look" A handsome waiter came over and said cautiously.  Nangong Yan glanced at him sideways with drunken eyes, took out a three-ounce piece of horseshoe gold, and placed it on the table with a "slap".  The waiter immediately smiled and said: "It doesn't matter how long you drink, I'll serve you some wine later."  Mention it, but Nangong Yan likes it.  For no other reason than because the earliest Zhuerqing was brewed by my mother.  The current version is much different from what my mother brewed, but it is somewhat memorable.  The waiter didn¡¯t recognize her.  This is not surprising, in fact, no one in the entire Nangong Fort recognized her.  Nangong Yan was defeated by Liang Shan. She was very worried and angry. After leaving the Holy Sword Hall, she found that there was nowhere to go, so she walked around and returned to Nangong Castle.  Nangong Yan is ninety-nine years old this year. The last person who knew her died ten years ago. Nangong Yan became a guest officer when she returned to Nangong Castle. The so-called things have changed and people have changed, but that's it.  Nangong Yan kowtowed three times at her mother's grave and stayed there for an hour. Then she went to the restaurant to drink. The square table was already filled with jars, which could no longer be placed, but she was not drunk yet.  Nangong Yan clearly remembers the first time she secretly drank Zhuerqing brewed by her mother.  Mother went to buy groceries. Nangong Yan looked at the crack in the door for a few times. After making sure, she immediately lifted up the floor and got into the cellar.  When my mother came back that day, she could not be found anywhere. Finally, she was found in the cellar, drunk and happy.  Nangong Yan looked a little dazed, and her eyes were wet. Her mother was gone, and there was no one Nangong Bao knew. She was the only one left in this huge world.  She was bullied outside, but could not find her mother's arms. ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? A tear dropped into the wine, Nangong Yan picked it up and drank it all in one gulp. ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????OUT out of reach, defeated by a kid with an intermediate level of foundation building!  Nangong Yan was angry. If she had used all her strength from the beginning, Liang Shanbo would definitely not be her opponent.  He had obviously reached a critical point, and she seemed to be cooperating with him, applying a little pressure, a little more, and then a little more, directly lifting the boy up, and then directly pulling herself in. ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? The wine glass Nangong Yan was holding suddenly stopped, her heart beating wildly, and it took a while to stabilize.
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