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Episode 1: Fantian Disciple 1.9 Fighting in front of the palace, tongues shining like lotuses Part 1

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    The nimbus with the character '…d' was branded on the head, and the gray-robed monk encouraged his true energy and pushed his palms to greet each other.  The Tantric halo and the Zen Qi collided head-on, and the air immediately became extremely solemn.  The wheel of light turned slower and slower, while the gray-robed monk's beard and hair were bulging, and he was gritting his teeth to hold on.  It was as if time and space were being stirred by two streams of true energy, and a horrifying sound of transformation was heard, while the distorted time and space between the monk's palms turned out to be as red as charcoal fire!  "Broken!" The light wheel suddenly exerted force, shattering the entangled infuriating energy, and rushed towards the door.  ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????¡­  Click!  The stone slabs under his feet shattered, and the zhenqi in his palms squeaked as he desperately locked the tantric nimbus.  The light wheel was spinning in place between the palms of the hands, and the friction of the infuriating energy actually ignited a raging fire!  The swastika light symbol was as red as the sun, and the thousands of divine lights it radiated even ignited the vegetation on both sides!  The eminent monks were about to step forward to respond, but something unexpected happened!  The edge of the swastika suddenly exploded, and the expanding fire wave broke through the blockade of true energy in one fell swoop, knocking the gray-robed monk back.  Ignoring the fact that his palms exploded and blood flowed out, the gray-robed monk grunted, gritted his teeth and used the Qianjin Pendant.  The stone slabs shattered layer by layer, and a fire dragon rushed straight to the top of the mountain, carrying the gray-robed monk, and crashed into the gate of Jiming Temple!  The gray robe was ignited with fire, the palms were as red as charcoal, the blood veins in both arms were coiled, and the fire poison invaded the meridians on the arms and hit the eminent monk's head!  Seeing that the thousand-year-old temple gate was destroyed, the gray-robed monk roared angrily, pulled his legs up from the rubble, and inserted the flaming light talisman into his palms!  "Shifangyuanjue!" The fire dragon suddenly turned around in front of the temple gate and flew straight into the air.  The shrinking light talisman, which had been worn to the limit, was exploded by the force of his palm and exploded into a ball of fire.  But seeing the fire dragon rising into the air suddenly exhausted its strength, the flying ashes were annihilated, leaving only a gray-black smoke column.  The stone steps leading to the top of the mountain seem to have been dug by an iron plow, leaving two deep grooves.  Everyone was still in shock. The eminent monk's chest was still burning with his arms still on fire, and he fell down from the air.  "Third Junior Brother (Brother)!" All the people in gray robes rushed back to the temple gate.  "Yuanjue Marrow Cleansing Sutra?" One of the people in the red robe couldn't help but murmured: "This magical power can indeed force out the powerful Ganghuo." Open the lower jaw and feed a big returning pill, and then pass the true energy behind it to transform it.  The prescribed magic medicine was introduced into the Dantian, and soon the gray-robed monk woke up leisurely.  "Shi Tian is ashamed, brothers and sisters, this person is not the Tubo Imperial Master." Although the skin on both arms was burned away by the fire, the fading blood and tendons showed that he had successfully forced out the fire poison and was not seriously injured.  "Junior brother, you are the master of martial arts among us, but you were defeated by one move. If this person is not the Tubo Master, who else could he be?" The eldest monk couldn't help but ask.  "Senior brother, this Mahakramadity is not pure, otherwise it would not be defused by the fire poison I forced out." "Fighting poison with poison?" Everyone suddenly realized, "Pure Tantric Mahamudra needs to be supplemented by pure Tantric mind methods. If  The person who uses it has an impure heart, so the fire is naturally poisonous." As he spoke, the man in red robes had already walked up the stone steps and still stood in a row and said in unison: "Eminent Zen monks, there are still others.  Want to come up and give it a try?" With the pillar of fire rising into the sky, Nan Feng Ning's heart froze, and she immediately froze on the spot.  She thought it was the old fire monster coming to kill him.  Fortunately, the pillar of fire goes away quickly as it rises.  Although he was shocked into a cold sweat, he was able to escape Wu Ming's siege.  The two of them quickly gathered themselves together and ran down the mountain.  Still entering through the back door, the two of them climbed up a turret one after another, mingled among the young novices and looked outside the temple.  "Samye Duojin Bazhong." Nanfeng Ning said in a deep voice.  "What clock?" "Duojin Ba Zhong." Nan Fengning sighed, "This person is the Tubo Imperial Master, one of the eight poles, 'Zhong'." "Eh? How come they are all the same? Which one is him?  ? "Wu Ming has excellent eyesight. He glanced through the row of red-robed people and noticed something strange among them.  "It's strange, why are they all exactly the same?" Nanfeng Ning used his eyesight enough to notice something strange.  "It seems to be intentional." Wu Ming curled his lips disdainfully.  His ears quickly picked up some conversations. The young man rolled his eyes and asked casually: "Sister Nanfeng, are there any rumors about him in the world?"  The No. 1 master, he studied under Vajra Huotuduo. His unique skill is Vajra Mahamudra. He is especially famous in the Western Regions for Maharaja Vajra. Maharaja Vajrapani is one of the thirty-three Vajras in the Vajrayana of the Vajrayana Realm of the Esoteric Sect, and is also revered by the Esoteric Sect.  "The main deity." "Is Sanye his surname or his temple name?" Wu Ming was a little confused.  "There are rumors in the world that when the Tubo people call eminent monks, they customarily put the name of the mother temple in front of their names to show respect. Samye is the name of the temple.""Duojin" means strong and invincible; "Ba" has no real meaning and is used as a conjunction; "Zhong" means so-and-so's brother in Tubo language.  " Wu Ming scratched his head, "So Fanseng's name means: Xiaoqiang's younger brother from Samye Temple?  " "Pfft!  Nan Feng Ning couldn't help but laugh out loud, "You guy, I'm ranked in the eighth extreme, but you can't help me with your sharp teeth and sharp mouth."  " Wu Ming licked his lips with unfinished meaning, "Hehe, I just rely on this mouth" "You!  "Nan Feng Ning's cheeks were flushed, and her red lips under the plain gauze were even more burning. Seeing that the female prisoner seemed to be angry, Wu Ming hurriedly changed the subject, "Sister Nan Feng, since he is Taihao Lingtian, Yu Mu Zhonglan's Zhong  , already ranked before Lan, why are you still having trouble with Master Kirigakure?  " "Nu!  "The woman casually slapped the pamphlet on Wu Ming's forehead, obviously still angry. "Hehe!  "Wu Ming reached out and took it, opened it and took a look, okay, isn't it the brochure of the Baji Master? Not only does it have portraits, but also detailed text introductions, the content of which is all-encompassing, putting future paparazzi to shame.  When he turned to the last page, Wu Ming suddenly understood that there was a vertical row of small words near the string: 'In no particular order, Huang Silang's family sponsorship'. The corner tower was far away from the temple and Nan Fengning could not hear it.  He didn¡¯t know what the situation was, but he was a little anxious. Seeing the woman acting like this, Wu Ming couldn¡¯t help but smile and asked: ¡°Sister Nanfeng, do you really want Jiming Temple to win?  " "Of course.  Nan Fengning replied without looking at it: "Don't say that Jiming Temple belongs to the Eastern Zen Sect, just because Master Wuyin saved your life, we should also care about Jiming Temple."  " Wu Ming's face condensed. After a long time, the young man let out a sigh of relief and seemed to have made a lot of determination: "I am most afraid of human debt in my life. In this case, we will help Jiming Temple!  "    "How to help?  "Having seen Wu Ming beat Huo Yun Xie Shen violently, Nan Feng Ning really believed in him now! "Follow me!  " Wu Ming grabbed the beauty Rou Yi and rushed downstairs happily. Looking up at the gushing red sun, a row of red-robed people urged: "Good, good!  Dear monks, do you have any decision?  Otherwise, is it okay to admit defeat?  " Several men in gray robes clasped their hands in regret, and were about to admit defeat when they didn't want to hear a loud shout behind them, "Stuck!  "
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