There is a bed and a futon in the second room, Wen Yinyue forked the hole from the stone room on the left, put it on the couch, and moved the original one.

One head, one foot.

Li Muchan stretched out his hand and motioned for her to go up first.

Wen Yinyue took a shirt. Sitting on the futon at the head of the bed, his hands were sealed, and he looked at him lightly, his waist was straight and straight, and his posture was elegant and graceful.

Li Muchan sat on the futon at the end of the bed and sat knowingly. His hands were stamped in the dantian and he smiled at her. Close your eyes and settle down, and soon settle down.

Wen Yinyue looked at him lightly, and suddenly shook his hand, but Li Muchan did not react.

She bit her lower lip to look at Li Muchan, her teeth were white and her lips were red, and her expression was seductive.

After a deep groan, she suddenly slapped out her palm, and the futon panned. Send her to Li Muchan. The white jade palm will touch Li Muchan's chest.

Li Muchan suddenly opened his eyes, and the sunlight was like electricity.

Wen Yinyue retreated. When he returned to his position, he immediately realized that he was too weak, frowning and glaring at him.

Li Muchan smiled, but did not speak, and closed his eyes again.

Wen Yinyue bit her lower lip and said lightly: "Master said that you have a high level of concentration, and it is very common to try it like this!"

Li Muchan didn't speak, with a smile on his face. Similar to Shakyamuni's smile in the temple, compassion and peace.

Wen Yinyue snorted, stopped talking, took a few deep breaths, dispersed the depression in her heart, and stared at Li Muchan with phoenix eyes.

Li Muchan closed his eyes and breathed, his breathing became thinner and thinner, slower and slower, and later, he only breathed once in a long time, and it was extremely subtle, if there was nothing.

Wen Yinyue sighed secretly. At his age, he has such pure internal strength. It's not ordinary. Although it is not as good as himself, he has benefited from magical exercises, and he cannot be compared.

As Li Muchan's breathing became thinner and thinner. She understood that this time it was completely settled, and she was not angry with his boldness. This guy seems to be sure that he won't hurt him.

Such a shrewd person, but so easy to trust others, she shook her head, and felt more and more that this Zhan Ran junior brother was incomprehensible, a moment of confusion, a burst of shrewdness.

However, it was only tea time, and he was able to enter deep meditation, and such concentration was really good, no wonder the master was amazed, and he was indeed not as good as him.

She looked at Li Muchan, her phoenix eyes did not blink, and she moved and came to Li Muchan. The lotus palm slapped out, about to touch his chest.

Li Muchan remained motionless. Seemingly unconscious.

Wen Yinyue retreated and returned to his original position, knowing that this time he was completely settled, breathing as usual. The heartbeat was normal and unresponsive.

She shook her head, suddenly feeling bored and childish, such a thing she couldn't do in ordinary times.

She glanced at Li Muchan, took a few deep breaths, closed her phoenix eyes, and began to settle down.

Li Muchan settled. Observe in your heart and cultivate compassion. The key to the cultivation of compassion is to visualize, and the visualization wants to be clear, and as the cultivation deepens, the scene becomes clearer and clearer, like substance.

When the image reaches its substance and compassion is truly generated, it is considered complete.

He was mentally strong. The observation is clear, ordinary people need to accumulate over time, slowly depict, more and more clearly, until it is complete, but he can achieve it overnight.

After three days, compassion is contemplated and compassion is born.

He opened his eyes quietly, Wen Yinyue gave birth to a feeling, and at the same time opened his eyes, seeing the soft light in his eyes. I couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

She was immediately stunned and said, "It's done?."

Li Muchan smiled and nodded: "Yes, the concept of compassion has been achieved." small

His smile was compassionate and peaceful, and his voice was low and magnetic, making people involuntarily obey, and his voice revealed an inexplicable power.

"Something to eat?" Wen Yinyue asked.

Li Muchan shook his head and said with a smile: "No need, I want to continue practicing, there is Senior Sister Lao."

Wen Yinyue said lightly: "Master came to see you."

Li Muchan nodded, smiled, and then closed his eyes again, motionless, and fell into a fixed state again.

Li Muchan began to practice the Daming King Sutra.

The first step is for compassion to turn into anger. Angry and indisputable, the anger is raging, the flame is getting stronger and bigger, and it is as high as others.

The flame slowly changed in color, first red, then gold, and finally cyan.

Then, the flames turned into a single man, with three eyes and a blue face, wearing a skull crown on his head, and his anger soared into the sky, holding a rope in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, standing in a lunge.

The statue of Buddha stood opposite him, looking at each other and becoming real people.

Then, the immovable king rose into the air, sat cross-legged above his head, and shone brightly, shining all over his body, cleansing his body and mind, and finally becoming as transparent as glass.

After that, King Ming shrank into a blazing point of light, falling from the top of his head, and from Baihui penetrated into his heart, and melted into his heart.

At this point, the seeds are set and the foundations are laid.

When he practiced to this point. When she opened her eyes, Wen Yinyue also opened her eyes. The gaze is strange. "Senior sister, how long has it been?" asked Li Muchan.

Wen Yinyue said: "One month and ten days!"

Li Muchan nodded slowly. Smiled, "I want to eat something."

Wen Yinyue floated down, Er Fei brought a bowl of porridge, the fragrance was overflowing, and his stomach suddenly spitted and rang the door

He took it, and when he drank it, he suddenly felt hot. His strength increased greatly, and he knew that it must be a good thing, so he smiled and said, "Is it my senior sister who boiled it?, small."

Wen Yinyue said lightly: "Master sent the Ten Brocade Pill, which is excellent for replenishing qi

Li Muchan smiled and nodded: "Master's great grace, I am really ashamed."

"How's the practice?" Wen Yinyue took the bowl.

Li Muchan said: "Fortunately, it has been condensed into seeds, and the next step may be easier." ”

"Well, it's not in vain that Master treats you like this. Wen Yinyue nodded.

Li Muchan smiled: "Senior sister, does she think that I took away the master, so she has always hated me?"

"Nonsense!" Wen Yinyue frowned.

Li Muchan smiled, his eyes were peaceful: "Senior sister has been by the master's side since she was a child, and she has a deep relationship, how can I take it away, senior sister is thinking about it."

Wen Yinyue's expression was unmoving, as cold as ever: "Talk less, practice more!"

With that, he turned around and left.

Li Muchan shook his head with a smile, closed his eyes, and continued to cultivate.

Condensed into seeds, and then cultivating the Ming King Sutra, it is still difficult, as difficult as climbing to the sky. He sealed his hands, recited the mantra, and his mind was fixed on the seeds, faintly sensing the immovable king in the void.

The King of Fudo is located in the void, within another heavy heaven. Through the mudra and mantra, plus the seed in the heart, the three become one, condensed into a summons, wanting to communicate with the king of another heaven.

Success depends on luck.

Li Muchan's spirit is strong, and the three heart beads are condensed, and he is suddenly induced.

Wen Yinyue suddenly realized something, looked up at the sky, and saw a phantom figure appearing, in the void above Li Muchan's head, and the stone above his head could not be blocked.

The phantom became more and more solid, and finally, the face was clearly visible, and in the midst of a cloud of flames stood a three-eyed man, with a blue and terrifying face, wearing a skull crown on his head, holding a rope in his left hand and a sword in his right.

Wen Yinyue's whole body tightened, and suddenly the shadows of lotus flowers appeared, she seemed to be sitting on a lotus flower, and the void behind her was full of lotus flowers, and she formed a canopy on the top of her head. Resist the immense power emanating from this phantom.

King Kong's eyes are angry, and the heavens and the earth are like burning.

She was amazed. The junior brother really cultivated the Daming King Sutra!

When she first read this sutra, she thought it was a joke, a myth and a legend, but it only showed the depth of the Dharma, and there was no possibility of cultivation.

The first step alone, condensing into a seed, is extremely difficult, almost no one can accomplish it, and furthermore, the spirit communicates with another heaven, which is already an ethereal thing.

Although Buddhism is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, people still half-believe in whether there is really another side, and whether there is really another heaven, no one has ever seen Xiao, and probably not.

The Miao Lotus Sutra is the supreme secret book of Buddhism, after her cultivation, her martial arts are extremely profound, almost out of the martial arts barrier, between the magic of Buddhism and martial arts.

Even so, look at the time of the Ming Dynasty. She also felt Chiao. There are some suspense, I'm afraid I can't practice.

The phantom became more and more condensed, and suddenly sank into Li Muchan's body.

Li Muchan suddenly opened his eyes, and two flames danced in his pupils. Cyanish.

As soon as Wen Yinyue touched his gaze, Fang's heart suddenly tightened, and a huge force pressed down like a mountain, unable to move, or even breathe.

Li Muchan's expression had changed, he stared at her angrily, his hand was in front of Wen Yinyue, he leaned over his lips, and wanted to kiss her seductive red lips.

"Duh!" Wen Yinyue looked still. frowned and drank, his body loosened, and he broke free from the coercion. The palms turned into lotus flowers and were printed on Li Muchan's chest.

Li Muchan stared at Wen Yinyue's phoenix eyes, let her hit, her body was motionless, firm as a mountain, Wen Yinyue's eyebrows were tighter, her wrists were painful, and this palm was like hitting hard iron.

Li Muchan came over again.

Wen Yinyue's lotus flower flashed, she stepped back, got off the bed, Li Muchan also got up, stepped in front of her, and kissed her again.

No matter how Wen Yinyue dodged, he followed him like a shadow, and the space seemed to not exist.

Wen Yinyue palmed into a lotus flower, slapped out her palms, and instantly reached his chest, which was a dead hand.

Li Muchan moved faster, and grabbed her wrist as soon as he reached out and urinated, like probing for something, and the subtle moves were completely ineffective.

Grabbing her wrist so that she couldn't move, Li Muchan leaned over again.

Wen Yinyue's body flashed with a lotus, a huge lotus bloomed, clear as a substance, she shook her body violently, broke Li Muchan's hands, flashed at the entrance of the cave, and flashed, appeared on the cliff.

As soon as she went out, she let out a clear whistle and flew towards the Infinity Palace.

She knew that she was not an opponent, and only the joint master could suppress him, and the junior brother looked extremely inappropriate, obviously practicing the Great Ming King Jingran.

Her body was like electricity, and she arrived at the Infinity Hall in an instant.

Li Muchan didn't perform light skills, but only stepped forward step by step, but he was as fast as lightning and followed behind her. Enter the Temple of Infinity.

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