Warming?

"Then how to warm it up?"

Monk Kongkong's answer is simpler, that is, carry it with you day and night, carry it with you when you sit, lie down, walk, eat and defecate, and treat it as a part of your body.

"Is this reliable?"

Although I don’t know if it is reliable, Wu Sheng decided to try it because there is no better way.

In addition, he spent the entire afternoon groping and finally came to three conclusions. First, this treasure is very hard, much harder than a rock. In an emergency, it can be used to hit people. Second,

It swallowed up mana, and it was like a bottomless pit with no upper limit. Of course, it may also be because of his low mana. Thirdly, it can gather sunlight, which Wu Sheng valued very much. He gave it a try and practiced with this treasure.

During the time of the "Great Sun Tathagata Sutra", the speed of cultivation increased greatly, nearly twice that of the past. This is equivalent to an accelerator of cultivation.

Good, good, great!

Wu Sheng was very happy. He did not expect that the trip to Kuaiji would yield such an unexpected harvest.

At night, he tried it again and found that the treasure did not respond to moonlight, and he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

"But you should be content." He comforted himself.

Practicing for one night without being born.

The next morning, when the sun rose, he began to refining the magic weapon again. In the afternoon, when the sun was about to set, he heard a small sound, as if something was broken. He looked carefully and found that the treasure in his hand was on the mirror.

A little bit of rust has fallen off from some parts, which are as big as rice grains and as thin as cicada wings, revealing a bit of the treasure's true appearance, as smooth as a mirror.

Wu Sheng carefully calculated that at the current speed, he would be able to refine all the rust on the treasure in less than a hundred years.

The road is long!

"Hey, doesn't this thing need to be shed with blood to identify its owner?" Wu Sheng suddenly thought of this. Those blame stories and novels are all true. Then he couldn't wait to go to the kitchen to get a kitchen knife, gritting his teeth.

Enduring the pain, he opened a cut in his palm, and blood flowed out, falling on the treasure, and was smeared everywhere.

"Wusheng, what are you doing?" Monk Kong, who was passing by, saw his apprentice holding a knife in one hand and bleeding from the other, and hurriedly stepped forward and asked.

"Master, this is a treasure. I shed blood to identify its owner." Wu Sheng pointed at the magic weapon that was covered in blood.

"A drop of blood is enough to identify the Lord. A few drops are enough. What are you doing?"

"I'm afraid it won't recognize it, so apply more." Wu Sheng said seriously.

He finally got such an unusual-looking treasure, so he naturally cherished it very much and tried to let it recognize it once.

"Then just put a basin of blood and soak it in it."

"That will kill people. Hey, it's not impossible. If you put a little bit in a day, you can make a pot."

After hearing this, Kong Kong sighed, shook his head, turned and left.

"Why don't you have that feeling of heart-to-heart correspondence?" Wu Sheng stared at the magic weapon painted in blood and wondered.

"Hey, you're still bleeding? Oh, oh, I'm so dizzy!" Finding that his palms were still bleeding, he hurriedly took out the "Shengji Dan" he grabbed from Kuaiji Changsheng Temple, crushed it, and applied it to the wound. The bleeding stopped immediately.

live.

The heart-to-heart reflections and the same thoughts that had no life expectancy did not appear. This treasure is still the same as before.

After taking the "Requiem Pill" for several days, the abbot's complexion became better and better, and he was able to get out of bed. He would also come out of the meditation room to do some activities, with a charitable smile on his face.

The abbot became even thinner, as skinny as firewood, and his monk's robes hung around him.

Looking at this old man, Wu Sheng still preferred the domineering and domineering abbot who wielded a knife.

"Uncle, are you feeling better?"

"Much better, thank you." Monk Kongkong was bathing in the sunshine, looking very relaxed.

"Wu Sheng, the path of spiritual practice is long and winding, and the mentality is very important. Practice is to cultivate the mind. It is good to be brave and diligent, but more importantly, perseverance is more important. One step at a time, a hundred-foot-high building will rise from the ground. The foundation must be solid and no hidden dangers should be left.

." It was extremely rare for Abbot Kongkong to talk to him about cultivation, and I thought he had imparted some insights on cultivation.

Monk Kong came over there holding an apple.

"Senior brother, you look much better. What are you talking about?"

"The abbot is teaching me his experience in spiritual practice." Wu Sheng said.

"Well, well, the abbot's words must be for your own good. You have to keep it in mind. Cultivation is not easy, and you must have a goal. Seek immortality, seek freedom, and seek freedom?"

"I already have a goal."

"Oh, what?"

"I will set a small goal first, become an immortal, and solve the red mist in Lanruo Temple." Wu Sheng's words were full of confidence, sonorous, powerful, and resounding.

Monk Kong Kong was stunned when he heard the words, with his mouth open, and there was still half a piece of unbitten apple in it. After hearing this, Monk Kong Kong stretched out his skinny chicken claw-like palms and kept cradling his bald head.

"Wu Sheng, you are too inflated!" Kuang sighed after a long silence.

"A goal? It has to be challenging and within reach. What kind of goal is that?"

"Abbott, how about we go play chess?" Kong Kong looked at Wu Sheng and suddenly turned to invite Monk Kong Kong beside him.

"good."

The two of them went to the bodhi tree over there and left Wu Sheng there to hang out alone.

"Two stinky chess players are trying to show off their chess skills and compete with each other!" Wu Sheng was quite disdainful when he heard this.

Under the bodhi tree, two monks, one fat and one thin, played chess.

"Senior brother, did you tell Wu Sheng too early about Lanruo Temple? I think he is under a lot of pressure. Don't rush for success, and don't fall into the devil's way!" Kong Kong raised his hand and took the lead.

"If it were a peaceful and prosperous age, there would be no need to worry, but the world outside is in chaos. Guangling has been prosperous since ancient times and has been a battleground for military strategists. The swords and soldiers will flow into rivers of blood. When the time comes, the blood mist will only become more difficult to suppress. I am

We can't last much longer. Junior brother, although you have great blessings, they are not endless, and you are not willing to practice. After all, we need someone to take over our burden. I think Wu Sheng has a good character, so it would be better to let him know earlier." Kong Kong

The abbot also spoke in a head-on manner.

"Senior brother, aren't you afraid that one day you will regret it and leave Lanruo Temple?" Kong Kongma came out of the company camp.

"Coming is due to fate, leaving is fate." Kong Kong turned his head and looked at Wu Sheng over there.

"Wusheng is destined to Lanruo Temple."

"He has a good character and actually allowed him to find the Great Sun Tathagata Sutra and get in."

"This is fate!" Abbot Kongkong's pawn crossed the river without looking back.

Wu Sheng over there had already gone to the mountain forest outside the temple, walked away through the air, and flew above the dead branches.

On the ground, on the trees, above the water, and in mid-air, he was practicing non-stop, and he was enjoying himself.

The flow of magic power, as soon as the mind moves, the magic power will arrive. The degree of stimulation is constantly adjusted, slight, moderate, burst, what is seen, heard, felt, thought, the law arrives, and the person arrives.
Chapter completed!