Chapter 14

Having first tasted the gentle waste of love, Zeng Rou was sent to her residence and returned to Xishan Temple alone. Along the way, she was in a very good mood and even hummed a tune.

The little monk went down the mountain to send the beauty. The old monk told him that he couldn't practice the diamond pestle. Don't go mining

"Waste!" In the harmonious singing, an inharmonious voice was inserted, which seemed very abrupt.

Without looking up, he knew it was master. He immediately smiled and walked quickly over: "master, are you waiting for me here?"

"Hum!" Zhitong snorted with disdain. It can be seen that he has a great opinion on waste.

"You boy, you just got the happy heart demon Zen Sutra. You just thought about these messy things before you started. It's really a waste of my efforts!"

"Shifu..." he sighed in his wasted heart. As expected, Shifu was jealous to see that he had soaked in the best beauty! Just when hearing Zhitong's sour accusation, especially the sentence that has not been introduced, vanity couldn't help but want to plead.

However, Zhitong's heart was sour and there was nowhere to vent his jealousy. How could he let waste interfere? He interrupted him at the moment: "boy, do you know that it takes great perseverance to practice the happy heart demon Zen, but you need to face all kinds of temptations on the way in the future, but you have to live in the midst of thousands of flowers and keep your feathers from touching your body, But look at you. Before you can get started, it's just such a woman who has lost you. How can this be? "

"Shifu..." I have to say that Zhitong's cultivation is profound. The time on his mouth is so deep that he can't see the bottom. This round of broken thoughts makes him feel helpless to want to be immortal and die. He can't help shouting again to tell Zhitong that he has actually started.

It's just that the shrewd thinking ability of Zhitong is really too high, and it can't be received at the first time. When it comes to rising, it doesn't give the opportunity to waste words at all.

"Waste time, it's not that master said you. The introduction of happy heart demon Zen Sutra is the most careless. You must find the best virgin to open up. This is the advice of master, who comes here to you. You know, I don't tell him such a secret!"

In the face of Zhitong's strong and broken thoughts, he was really speechless. He looked at Zhitong with a look of worship and wanted to vomit. With an expression of boredom that had been deeply disturbed by master's broken thoughts, he was very helpless and protested. Even the idea of interrupting master to continue had disappeared.

Zhitong didn't see the expression of idleness at all, and was still intoxicated in his eloquence and making use of the topic.

"Good apprentice, when you are ready to choose a virgin at the beginning, you must remember to choose the best virgin. This is very important. No, you have to tell Shifu me that I have to give you a hand!"

It's all bad. I don't know where to vomit! Idleness suddenly sighed in his heart: it seems that it's time to find a wife for Shifu. It's not easy to hold back these years! Are you even going to step in when an apprentice looks for a woman?

Zhitong obviously didn't notice the extreme expression of idleness. At the moment, his brain flashed, but he suddenly patted it on his forehead: "ha! I didn't expect that you smelly boy was so lucky that the little girl who just came to see you was a top-notch virgin! "

"Master, you don't just remember this?" He couldn't help rolling his eyes and sighing depressed. When he met such a top-notch master, he really had to have a super strong heart!

"Hey, hey!" Zhitong smiled obscenely, stretched out his hand and slapped him in vain. He was full of strength, which made him wonder if Shifu was taking the opportunity to retaliate: "good disciple, Shifu will issue a prescription and you can buy it. Then, with the help of the medicine stone, you can ask the little girl to cooperate with you. In that case, the success rate of entry will be 20%, Moreover, with master's prescription, the success rate can be increased by at least 20%. "

"Shifu..." I feel like I have to tell Zhitong that I have started. Otherwise, I'm afraid I'm really bored to death.

But as soon as his words came out, he repeated the previous tragedies and choked back by Zhitong: "don't talk, I'll try your strength first, and then help you arrange time to get started!"

Then, with his thin fingers, he grabbed the wasted wrist directly, touched it lightly, and pressed the wasted inch ruler.

"Eh!" As soon as Zhitong's finger was pressed down, he felt a strong and powerful true yuan coming out of the wasted pulse gate, as if he was going to pop his finger open, and suddenly he was slightly surprised.

However, Zhitong is a character. Although his character is obscene, his accomplishments are actually ranked in the top three of Dinghai Buddhism. He simply ignores the rebound of Zhenyuan in the wasted body, but forcibly presses it down.

Then, he was no longer a finger, but three fingers pressed together, and then, even two hands held the wasted wrist tightly together.

So soon after, Zhitong's face was like opening a grocery store. The collection of all kinds of colors was wonderful.

In his eyes, he stared at the wasted body, like looking at a monster.

Idleness was a little hairy when he looked at the monster like this. He was very guilty and said, "master, what's the matter with you?"

"Hoo..." Zhitong finally calmed down. He looked at vanity in surprise and shock. His voice was so high that he could lift the roof off: "vanity, when did you get started?"

I was told by the master that my idleness was like being peeped into my privacy. I smiled shyly and said shyly, "master, it was only when you asked me to attend the Buddhist grand meeting that I accidentally succeeded in getting started."

"Accidentally?" Zhitong only feels black and dizzy.

Wipe, your disciple is also very strong, isn't he? For quite a few years, I was called a rare genius in a hundred years by my master, but it took me more than a year, and with the help of medicine stones, I managed to succeed after three failures.

But now, it took only a week for him to get started without the aid of medicine stones. No, he was the last time he attended a Buddhist grand meeting. That is to say, he successfully got started in only three days.

My God? Does this make people live!

Seeing Zhitong's face changing in vain, he was more and more confused. Although he had a lifetime of practice experience, the art of double cultivation was the first contact after all. Moreover, he was happy at the beginning of the heart demon Zen Sutra. It was even more a mistake. He himself was confused.

Therefore, I don't know what this is, and master hasn't spoken for a long time. I'm afraid things are not quite right.

So he looked at Zhitong with a sad face: "master, am I too stupid?"

Hearing this, Zhitong jerked out of the corner of his eye and hummed fiercely in his heart: if you are stupid, others really don't have to live!

But although he thought so in his heart, his mouth was still tough: "well, in fact, it's OK. It's a little worse than master and your master in a week, but it's still good."

"Master, it's not a week, it's three days." For fear of wasting time, master didn't think he was qualified enough and didn't focus on training, so he heard Zhitong say for a week and quickly corrected it.

Zhitong's face was red, and he was impatient, but he was very depressed in his heart.

However, as soon as he turned his eyes, he immediately had an idea: "good disciple, how many levels of cultivation have you just started? This matter can never be relaxed. You know, we must lay a solid foundation. The stronger the foundation is, the farther we will go in the future. Even if we live forever, it may not be impossible! "

Hearing Zhitong ask about his accomplishments, he was really distressed to waste his time. He was a super strong man who attacked the shackles of heaven and earth Avenue before crossing. Although his EQ was a little poor at that time, he couldn't pass the level of mind devil.

But anyway, the cultivation was genuine, but now after so much thought, the cultivation had just reached the third level of Qi refining, which made him ashamed and open his mouth.

Of course, in this world, the aura is so thin that it is almost empty. It is not suitable for cultivation at all. If cultivation wants to grow in a normal way, it will not work at all.

Happy heart devil Zen Sutra is OK, but the cultivation of happy heart devil Zen Sutra is very strange. Needless to say, the improvement of Qi refining level can't be touched.

Collect happy heart magic Zen silk. The higher the grade, the better the effect.

Note: happy heart magic Zen silk can also be called love silk. Love silk is wound to form a love cocoon. If it breaks out of the cocoon, quantitative change will lead to qualitative change until it finally breaks through the shackles and advances to the next level.

Seeing these words, he felt dizzy in vain. Of course, he endured it in order to prove the Tao for longevity.

And he also secretly tried on Zeng Rou, that is, the scene outside Xishan temple, but found that there were not a few love threads at all, which made him almost depressed to jump.

Wipe, that's the best virginity, and she and I are all that, but why doesn't love grow a few?

God, are you cheating?

He looked like a depressed expression of dystocia. When he saw Zhitong's eyes, it was absolutely dramatic, so Zhitong smiled obscene and his eyebrows were crowded into a thin line. Boy, I finally found some comfort!

"Good disciple, you have just started. Don't lose heart. It took me a month to consolidate my cultivation after I started, so..."

But before he finished his words, he heard one side idly saying, "master, I've just reached the third floor of Qi refining."

"Ah!"

Zhitong looked at the waste without doubt and shouted in surprise, "what did you just say?"

"Master, I just arrived at the third floor of Qi refining." Wasted more and more embarrassed, the voice also timidly repeated a sentence.

"Cough..." Luckily, Zhitong had a thick skin and was almost choked by his own saliva.

His face was like being slapped by dozens of people, red to black and purple.

Pro, if you have a ticket, smash it. It's hard to write code without front!