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Episode 1: Disciples of the Heaven-turning Heaven 1.11 With thousands of sleeves covered, Shangguan Lingcheng (Part 2)

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    The back hall of Jiming Temple is opposite Wu Ming.  The eminent monks of the Shizi generation are using the true energy of Zen to prolong the life of the female prisoner.  Although there were many earthly monks, they had just experienced a fierce battle and had been working for women for a long time. Several of the inner circle had faint signs of losing their true energy.  We all know that the life of a female hunter who has run out of oil and lamps will inevitably fade away, but her compassionate Buddha heart will still spare no effort to extend her life.  Even if it's just a few extra inches, it's worth it.  The monks were gritting their teeth and suffering, when a bunch of plain cloud sleeves came through the air and wrapped the female captive in them.  "Thank you, eminent monks." A voice as quiet as water came in through the window. The sound was not loud, but it was able to stabilize the minds of all the monks who had lost their true energy.  "Amitabha, the monks of Jiming Temple respectfully welcome the master of the pavilion." The monks all announced the Buddha's name.  The sleeves cover a thousand chariots (sh¨¨ng), Shangguan Lingcheng.  As soon as Su Xiu came out, it was natural that the master of the Brahma Heaven Pavilion - Shangguan Lingcheng arrived.  "Everyone, please leave now." The master of Shangguan Pavilion has always cherished words like gold. Today, if he can say a few words to the old monks, it can be regarded as the appearance of Lord Buddha.  Taihao Lingtian, Yumu Zhonglan, and Ling from Baji have appeared, what else is there to worry about?  After the monks of Jiming Temple bowed, they dispersed.  There is everything in the sleeves. Shangguan Lingcheng wrapped Nan Feng Ning in her sleeves, presumably he had a way to prolong her life.  Just after diagnosing the girl's secondary pulse with cloud silk, Shangguan Lingcheng's heart moved and he said to his head: "You are planning on me. Do you really think that I dare not lift the lid of your pot?" "Hehe!"  Qian Mo's iconic joke sounded out of thin air, "I knew that nothing could be hidden from the Pavilion Master." "Qian Mu, what should I do now?" An expert is an expert, swearing, swearing, and using harsh words, nothing happened.  , get straight to the point.  "Gold generates water. My disciple Gangna, the old fire monster, has practiced Taoism for thousands of years. Using fire to melt gold can solve the problem of dry water in your family." "How to do it?" Shangguan Lingcheng, who was wearing a jade mask,  There was still no expression on his face.  "The Vajra crosses the lotus, bringing happiness and emptiness." Qian Mo bared his teeth and said with a smile.  "Dual cultivation." Shangguan Lingcheng nodded, "Okay." "You agreed?" Qian Mo was surprised.  "Can you not agree?" Shangguan Lingcheng said calmly: "You have planned everything from the time you branded him with the golden beast pattern." "Hehe!" Even the shameless old chamber pot,  I couldn't help but feel ashamed.  "How to do it?" Shangguan Lingcheng asked.  "The master of the pavilion must know that the inscriptions are divided into yin and yang, convex is yang, and concave is yin, so there is also a theory of yin and yang." Glancing at Shangguan Lingcheng's reaction, Qian Mo swallowed his saliva and said, "Yin and yang lock  Together, the jade is concave and convex, and the yin and yang inscription bridge connects the sky and the earth. Wood generates fire, fire generates earth, earth generates metal, metal generates water, and water generates wood. In this way, the girl's true water is abundant, and her misfortune will be solved. "  The cauldron is used as a furnace to cook the five elements. This is where the vitality comes from?" Shangguan Lingcheng put it bluntly.  Qian Mo paused heavily, "The master of the pavilion hit the mark. The secret of our Jiuxiao Yuanqi Jue is here." "So, your Fan Tian Sect is also a dual cultivator sect." "That doesn't mean" Qian Mo opened the door immediately.  Chatterbox.  But before he could start speaking, Shangguan Lingcheng lost interest and waved his sleeves to say goodbye, "Well, I'll bother the sect master." "Ahem! It's easy to talk." Qian Mo swallowed his saliva, nodded and bowed to Gao Jue, who was flying high in the air.  The figure says goodbye.  "When did Shangguan Lingcheng, who could kill thousands of people with one sleeve become so easy to get along with?" Shangguan Lingcheng's figure was obscured by the clouds, and Qian Mo still didn't come back to his senses.  "Is it possible that this disciple of mine has fallen into Tu Qiancheng's eyes?" After much deliberation, he found a reasonable excuse while pinching his nose, and the old chamber pot turned over and jumped into the courtyard.  ¡°As the monk said, Wu Ming is not seriously injured.  It's just that he ate too much and had no way to excrete it, which caused the spiritual energy to block the meridians and cause hemiplegia.  Seeing the old chamber pot sneaking in through the door, Wu Ming hurriedly shouted: "Master, how is Sister Nanfeng? Is she seriously injured? Can you save her?" "My good disciple, I'm worried about you, help you.  Even after all my hard work, I still can't see you treating me like this." The inscription master looked grief-stricken.  "Tch, you still have the nerve to say that! If it weren't for you, I would be alive and kicking eating bean curd bean buns, why would I be lying here with my body stretched out!" Wu Ming was too lazy to argue with him, and asked urgently: "What happened to Sister Nanfeng?"  You said so!" "My life is hanging by a thread. It's hard to save me." "The old chamber pot is not a good storyteller. God knows how those fools in New Taipei City have listened to it for half a year.  Wu Ming saw through the disguised expression at a glance, "Old carbon head?Does anyone have anything to say?  Don't fucking come looking for a fight, I'm worried about you.  " Qian Mo didn't get angry with him, grinning, "It's true that life hangs by a thread, and it's true that people can save lives in case of difficulty, but it's just that the person who untied the bell must tie the bell" Wu Ming murmured: "Sister Nanfeng  He used his natal true water to cover the old fire monster's samadhi true fire. The true energy was excessively depleted, and his life was hanging by a thread. If he wanted to save it, he would naturally have to make up for the loss.  To untie the bell, one must tie it Obviously it has something to do with me.  What can I have?  Of course he is full of spiritual energy.  Bi Fang said that the five elements generate each other, wood generates fire, fire generates earth, earth generates metal metal generates water.  Look at you smiling so obscenely, you are also mean in your obscenity, you are so mean, your belly is so rotten" Wu Ming suddenly raised his head, "Are you dual cultivators?  " "" The old guy's expression was really wonderful. Gritting his teeth and being constipated for a long time, all his emotions finally turned into a long sigh. "My good disciple, this old evil god and that old bald donkey did not lose unjustly!  " "Stop flattering me.  Wu Ming didn't appreciate it, and asked again: "What's the difference between your dual cultivation and Tantric Buddhism?"  Is it also necessary to have a Vajra lotus posture, or a Vajra gourd with concave and convex shapes?  " "That's just to fool outsiders. Taoist dual cultivation is different from Buddhism.  There is no fixed posture, you just need to hold the Yuan and keep one, concentrate on the original source, guide the Qi to measure the Yuan, and use the power to move around the sky.  "The old guy has long been tired of hearing Wu Ming's crazy words. As for who Aotuman is, he doesn't care. "How to contact him?  " Logically speaking, this should be Wu Ming's favorite scene, but his expression at this time was not happy at all. Could it be that I had misjudged it? With full of doubts, Qian Mo replied: " It's like a pestle and a mortar.  Chong, but in contact with each other, without any agreement, grinding the rice in the middle, removing the chaff, the rice is under the pestle, the mortar is under the rice, the pestle and mortar cannot enter; like a bee, it sweeps the petals of empty leaves without damaging the beautiful color, and goes straight into the flower house.  Suck its honey without losing its fragrance.  "The inscriptionist talked eloquently, and Wu Ming listened and memorized it, but still didn't say a word. After those exquisite metaphors were finished and the old guy finished his words, Wu Ming slowly raised his head and said, "How to do it?  ¡± ¡°The words and tongues are all over each other, and the words are used to calm it down.  "The ink thief reminded me with a stern look: "Remember, metal generates water, water generates wood, wood generates fire, fire generates earth, and earth generates metal!  The five elements rotate, and great things are accomplished!  "
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