In the summer of this year, Wang Ruyi and Yelu Mingzhu were frightened by their brother and others.

Because Li Xiuyuan forced Hu Ge and Watson to jump into the torrent, and asked them to use the iron swords in their hands to fight the dangers in the torrent.

Even Hua Luoyu found it terrifying, but Li Xiuyuan looked at everyone and said quietly: "This is how I practiced when I was here alone."

With Li Xiuyuan and Ouyang Dongli watching, the three of them would naturally not have any accidents, but it was inevitable that their bodies would be scratched by branches and gravel in the flash flood.

Yelu Mingzhu was eager to try, but was pulled back by Li Xiuyuan.

He looked at her and said with a smile: "Don't compare your physical strength with your brother."

Next, in addition to tempering their bodies in the flash flood, Watson and others took their sister to carve scriptures on the stone slabs by the river.

Therefore, even more exaggerated than in Zizhuyuan, the entire riverside stone slabs and cobblestones in Xinghua Valley are covered with Buddhist sutras of different strokes and styles.

Every full moon night, Li Xiuyuan would recite Buddhist scriptures on the stone flat.

Just like many years ago, he wanted to recite sutras to the Tianshan Mountains and to the sentient beings in the Tianshan Mountains.

The moonlight was dim and the stars were shining on the body of Yelu Mingzhu who was sleeping on the recliner, quietly changing her meridians and constitution.

As Li Xiuyuan recited the Buddhist scriptures, the scriptures on the stones throughout the Xinghua Valley also responded to him, and a faint Buddha light echoed the starlight in the sky.

Let there be apes under the mountain stream, let there be wolves on the mountain stream, and let there be more living beings in the Tianshan Mountains.
Chapter completed!