Chen Ang controlled Fate Creation Boy from afar, and in an instant, he had set up endless training for Wang Ming, the stupid boy. He had to make sure that he would form a predestined relationship with Immortal Bai Yang before he arrived at Mount Fengdong. Although the immortals of this world favored the reincarnations of old friends or the righteous cultivators who had been cultivating for generations, it did not exclude the predestined ones from obtaining the orthodoxy.
As for whether Wang Ming was a fated person or not, even if he wasn't, Chen Ang had countless means to make him one. It was nothing more than a more tortuous process, but he wasn't the one who would be tormented, so he didn't care at all.
As usual, Chen Ang used the True Fire of the Sun extracted from the morning sunlight to temper the flame of the everlasting lamp, then transformed into a rainbow and returned to the Dawnperch Monastery.
Just as Li Ning and the others were bidding farewell to him, he saw them out of the monastery. On the way, he saw Wang Changluo looking at him strangely. After thinking for a moment, he understood that Wang Changluo had already guessed what Wang Ming had done. After all, he was a great salt merchant who traveled extensively. Wang Ming had also revealed many flaws. When he went back and thought about it, he would be able to figure it out.
It was just that he played dumb in front of Chen Ang, and Chen Ang was happy to see him play dumb. Anyway, the one who would suffer in the future would not be Chen Ang.
It was already past the best time for cultivation. The Qi of Heaven and Earth had turned from its tranquility in the morning to its restlessness in the afternoon. Coincidentally, the sloppy monk had just finished his morning ritual and was sweeping the courtyard. When he saw Chen Ang, he smiled and said, "Yesterday, you plucked the feathers of Priest Meng's beloved bird. That fellow has an honest and straightforward personality. I'm afraid he won't let you go."
"Even if he wants to keep the peace, I won't let him! He has been harming the bird and harming the snake for ten years. Before my spiritual sense recovered, I couldn't argue with him. Now, don't tell me I'm going to let it go? How can there be such a good thing? "Chen Ang sneered.
"Sigh!" The sloppy monk sighed and said, "Why is there a need to fight based on personal feelings?"
"Fate is a wonderful thing that cannot be described with words. The wind rises at the end of the green duckweed, and the tribulations appear at the tip of a hair. We Daoists are not plants or rocks. If we are not moved by emotions, how can we make friends with fellow Daoists in the world? If that Daoist Meng is a Fellow Daoist who is fated to be my Fellow Daoist, then I will naturally be able to turn an enemy into a friend, allowing me to be fortunate enough to meet a Fellow Daoist. If he is an enemy from my previous life, then I will be able to face the calamity and fight to see who is stronger and who is stronger. "Chen Ang didn't care at all.
The sloppy monk said bitterly, "Fine! Never mind! In any case, I have some friendship with the two of you. When the time comes, I will mediate between the two of you so that there won't be any bad karma in this world. The accumulation of evil causes and evil retribution is the fate of the world. If it wasn't for fellow Taoist Primordial Chaos being too stubborn and having a mix of good and bad people in his sect, he wouldn't have ended up with Emei … "
"Stay upright and eliminate all evil." Chen Ang said faintly, "How can we lose the aspiration of our generation's swordsman?"
The sloppy monk saw that it was inappropriate for the two of them to stand in the courtyard, so he invited Chen Ang to his room and served him some wild tea. Even though the two of them were old acquaintances, Chen Ang's Primordial Spirit had yet to return to its original position at that time. His mind was clouded, so they had some friendship. However, they had never talked to each other. Today, they slowly discussed the essentials of cultivation and Dharma Access.
It was only then that Chen Ang found out that the sloppy monk's Dharma name was Jingming. He used to be a monk in the nearby Xixia Temple. Later on, because the monks in the temple fought for power, he was chased out of the temple. The old Daoist of Xixia Temple had some friendship with him, so he invited him to stay here as a guest.
It was funny that the entire Xixia Temple was a group of ordinary monks, and they actually chased out the only one with cultivation, Jingming. However, this discussion of Dao allowed Chen Ang to see through Jingming's background. He knew that Jingming worshiped the Medicine Master Buddha of the East. He cultivated the Pure Glaze Sun and Moonlight Buddha's Dharmakaya, which emphasized purity and untainted by colored glaze.
Unfortunately, it was not compatible with Jingming's temperament, which hindered his ascension.
Jingming had an interesting temperament. He was not like most of the Bhadanta of Buddhism in this world, who were profound and dull. Instead, he was somewhat similar to the monk Ji Dian, who was lazy and sloppy, but he cultivated the Pure Glaze Sun and Moonlight Buddha's Dharmakaya. Chen Ang thought about how Jingming took care of his descended body when he was in ignorance, so he changed the topic and said, "Before my telegnosis ability recovered, I have always been under your care. I have nothing to repay you for. Yesterday, I refined some Taiyin Real Water, which is suitable for your Pure Glaze Sun and Moonlight Buddha's Dharmakaya. Just accept it."
Naturally, Jingming knew about the reputation of the Seven Great True Water in the universe. However, the Seven Great True Water was very precious. It could only be harvested by cultivators with compatible skills with the Primordial Spirit and mana. There was a box of Tianyi Real Water left by Tianyi Jinmu in the East Sea Ziyun Palace. It attracted the attention of many masters from both good and evil, who wanted a few drops to transform their own disasters.
Not to mention this kind of true water that was suitable for one's Dharmakaya. Even if Jingming used the magic weapon that he had painstakingly made for three hundred years to exchange for it, he might not be able to move others. Most magic weapons that were refined by others were not suitable for one's Dharmakaya. How could it be as useful as this kind of inborn true water with endless magical effects?
If Jingming was willing to give up a hundred years of hard work, he might be able to refine a few drops. However, all cultivators regarded their cultivation as their eyes. Who would waste their own cultivation for external resources?
Jingming thought about it, but he could not refuse in the end. He could only accept it shamelessly and said, "My Primordial Spirit has been restless these few years. I think I was too impatient when I used the Sun's True Fire to refine my Dharmakaya. I lost my calm and peaceful nature. My Pure Glazed Dharmakaya's fire nature is restless. I thought I would have to go to the Eye of the Sea for a hundred years and use the Water of Harmony to survive the fire disaster. However, with the Taiyin True Water that you gave me, I will be able to get rid of my fire nature and return to peace."
"I'm relying on you to survive this disaster again!" Jingming put his palms together and praised.
After this, the two of them became even closer. They could talk about some of the more secretive matters. Chen Ang learned many things about the cultivation world in recent years from Monk Jingming. Jingming also gave him many spirit medicines that he had picked in Qixia Mountain. As they were chatting happily, Chen Ang had a thought. He knew that something related to him had happened, so he closed his eyes and began to calculate.
"Did you calculate something?" Jingming asked with concern.
Chen Ang shook his head and said, "It's nothing. It's just some worries in this life. Speaking of which, it has something to do with you …"
… …
After Li Ning and the others left Qixia Temple, they went down the mountain. On the way, they passed by the Jade Cloud Pavilion on Qixia Tiger Peak. Li Ning and his brothers were masters of the inner force and had light feet. However, most of them were ordinary people. Wang Changluo, the master who lived like a prince, was also there. They were exhausted and had to rest in the pavilion.
While Li Ning was catching his breath, he saw another group of people staggering up the mountain. It was almost noon, and just as they were about to reach the Biyun Pavilion, he heard someone wailing, "Quick, quick, put me down on the side … I'm going to die again!"
A small golden bamboo sedan was unloaded. A pale man with a face full of rashes crawled out of the sedan. When he saw Li Ning and the others, he scolded, "Why are there still people here? Hurry up and chase them down!" An old man beside him quickly pulled him back and whispered into his ear, "Squire Jie, you can't provoke them … Some of the masters in the martial world have extraordinary identities!"
Then, the commentator, whose face was covered in rashes, gasped for breath and said nothing more.
The old man came up to apologize to Li Ning and the others. Wang Changluo was a big businessman. Along the way, he had the thought of making money by being friendly. He did not want to cause trouble, so he did not argue.
However, Li Ning stared at the Squire Jie and vaguely thought of something.
At noon, the Squire Jie suddenly screamed. His whole body was red as if he was being burned. He rolled on the ground in pain and shouted, "Kill me! I won't let that brat go. I want his whole family to die! It hurts so much! "He was in so much pain that the muscles on his face trembled. He gritted his teeth and said," Kill him! You must skin that snake for me! "
"I want to eat his flesh and sleep on his skin!"
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