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Lynch subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch it, and suddenly felt his scalp turn cold.
"Amitabha, fellow Taoist, ah bah, little monk, a poor monk, no, it's a poor monk who is being polite."
The bald monk on the opposite side looked gloating, and folded his hands at Lynch pretendingly.
Lynch looked at him gloomyly, and reached out to touch his own bald forehead.
He is bald.
wrong.
It was he who was brilliant.
"Jian Wuming, what's going on!"
Lynch took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and asked the bald monk opposite.
That's right.
The bald monk opposite was none other than Jian Wuming, a disciple of the Sword Sect who followed him all the way to ask directions.
It's just that at this moment, he no longer has the original elegant and unrestrained posture of a sword fairy. His head is shiny and shiny, and he is dressed in a coarse Zen robe. He is tall and mighty, similar to Lu Zhishen's reincarnation.
"Fellow Daoist, don't panic."
"It's just that the group of bald donkeys in Kongxiang Temple deliberately made it disgusting to us."
Jian Wuming touched his light head, "According to what I understood before I came here. After the Kongxiang Temple was destroyed, it was disillusioned with the power of Buddhist ambitions and became empty, existing in the gap of time and space."
"It seems real and illusion."
"We are not entering in our real body now, but borrowing the identity of the disciples of the Kongxiang Temple to enter, so as to worship the Buddha and seek the Dharma."
"Is it the border between reality and fantasy?"
Lynch was thoughtful, and he was very familiar with the dreamlike experience.
It's just that I didn't expect the inheritance of Kongxiang Temple to exist in this way.
It made him feel like he was in a dream.
However, if it is really like falling into a dream.
Lynch's eyes flickered, and he suddenly asked Jian Wuming, "Are you still able to get your magical powers?"
Jian Wuming shook his head, "I told you that we are not entering with our real bodies, so naturally we cannot retain supernatural powers. Don't worry, the inheritance of Kongxiang Temple has existed for tens of thousands of years, and there is no danger."
"Thanks for letting me know. Sorry."
Jian Wuming:? ? ?
I don't understand why Lynch said I'm sorry, Jian Wuming didn't react, and saw Lynch slamming his hand.
Fast, accurate, hard.
Jian Wuming subconsciously pinched his sword fingers to block, but was a step too slow, and was hit hard on the back of the neck by Lynch.
Jian Wuming's eyes darkened, he rolled his eyes, and immediately passed out on the ground.
Lynch stared blankly at Jian Wuming, who was knocked to the ground by him, waited for a moment, and with a thought, he dreamed.
After a stick of incense.
Suddenly someone knocked on the door outside the meditation room.
"The fellow daoists inside, please come out and talk."
The knock on the door was accompanied by shouts, causing Lynch to open his eyes.
He thought for a moment, got up and opened the door.
I saw a few monks standing outside the door sneakily.
It can't be said to be sneaky, anyway, it doesn't look like a serious monk anyway.
"Fellow Daoist, are you alone in this meditation room?"
Seeing Lynch coming out, one of the monks asked strangely.
"Is something wrong?"
Lynch calmly blocked Jian Wuming, who was knocked out by him, and asked calmly.
"I just came here to ask my friend if I want to go to the Mingjingtai together."
"If we don't go, we will take a step first."
Several monks saw Lynch's vigilance, looked at each other, and said calmly.
"Thank you for your kindness."
"But I've already made an appointment."
Hearing Lin Qi's answer, the monks didn't bother, and after bowing to Lin Qi rather awkwardly, they left together.
Watching several bald-headed monks, but with the temperament of cultivating immortals in their bones, leave.
Lynch closed the door of the meditation room and looked at Jian Wuming who was still lying on the ground.
"When you wake up, get up and have a good chat."
Jian Wuming didn't move, lying on the ground as if dead.
"If you don't get up again, I'm leaving."
Before Lin Qi finished speaking, Jian Wuming suddenly raised a carp to refer to the sword, and pointed towards Lin Qi gracefully.
Lynch walked leisurely, and after avoiding Jian Wuming's surprise attack, he also referred to Jian.
Although he has no real energy and magic power, his sword moves are mysterious, like an antelope hanging horns, flying immortals from the sky.
Rao Shijian's nameless sword finger changed continuously, but it was still easily resolved by Lynch.
After a dozen moves in a row.
Only then did Jian Wuming stop, seeing Liexin looked at Lin Qi with joy, "Good swordsmanship. You are also a disciple of my Jianzong? Why haven't I seen you before?"
"I'm not a disciple of Jianzong, I just practiced swords for a few years when I was young."
Lynch waved his hand, "Someone just invited us to go to the Mirror Tower. I also ask fellow Taoists to explain to me, what is this Mirror Tower?"
"I just said I haven't seen you before."
"However, if you can practice mortal swordsmanship to such a level, you can be regarded as a swordsman."
"It's a pity that you were not born in my sword sect, but it was a waste of your talent in the way of swords."
Jian Wuming sighed, his eyes were full of fighting intent, "I don't care about your sneak attack just now. But after leaving the Kongxiang Temple, I want you to fight me."
"Let's talk about this matter later, first explain the matter of the mirror stage."
Lynch didn't answer and asked again.
"You promise to fight with me after you go out, and I'll tell you."
Jian Wuming said without thinking.
"I've never been combative in my life."
"If you don't want to say it, I'll just ask someone else."
Not being threatened, Lynch turned around and was about to leave.
Jian Wuming became anxious, "Don't worry, I won't bully you, I only compete with swordsmanship, nothing else. Damn, you won, let me tell you."
"The Bright Mirror Platform is used by the bald donkeys of Kongxiang Temple to check the talents of new disciples."
"If we want to really gain something in the Kongxiang Temple, we must go to the Mingjing Terrace."
"Then they are assigned to different levels of disciples according to their talents."
"After that, you can formally practice in the Kongxiang Temple and get all the benefits left by the Kongxiang Temple."
After Jian Wuming finished speaking in one breath, he suddenly felt strange.
"That's not right. I see that you are quite familiar with the Sea of Broken Stars, and you took me to the nebula vortex without a hitch."
"Why don't you even know these things?"
"Didn't you come here for the inheritance of Kongxiang Temple?"
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"A wise man is never in danger."
Facing Jian Wuming's temptation, Lynch said in a calm tone, "No matter how good the inheritance of the Kongxiang Temple is, it is still something out of Buddhism, and I'm not interested in it."
He has already passed the Jian Wuming test, this Kongxiang Temple is not a dream.
Because his dream talent can still be used normally.
So for the time being, you don't have to worry about capsizing the boat in the gutter, and being played by others in the dream world.
But it doesn't matter how the Kongxiang Temple exists.
He didn't like the feeling of losing control.
Others rejoice, he fears.
Better to leave early.
Just don't know how to leave.
"Fellow Daoist, what you said is wrong."
"My generation's practice is to be good at things."
"It doesn't matter if he is a Buddha, a demon, a god, or a demon."
"As long as it is useful for our practice, we can take it and make good use of it."
"Although this Kongxiang Temple comes from the Bodhi Universe, it has benefited many fellow Taoists for thousands of years."
"Even the star academy has been left alone, and it has not been completely destroyed."
"Fellow Daoist, I really worry too much."
Jian Wuming interrupted Lynch's thinking.
"So fellow Taoists, you might as well just come here and stay safe. Anyway, according to previous experience, as long as you don't violate the taboo of the Kongxiang Temple, I can only stay in the Kongxiang Temple for a year at most."
"It's a big deal, fellow daoists should spend a year to appreciate the scene of cultivation in other worlds."
"There are still taboos in this Kongxiang Temple?"
Lynch frowned.
Jian Wuming said, "There are indeed taboos. Although everyone in the Kongxiang Temple is a serious grievance, it is their territory after all, so we still have to abide by their rules."
"Basically you have to behave like a monk."
"For example, give yourself a dharma name first."
"In short, I don't ask you to worship the Buddha sincerely, but you have to pretend."
"In this way, when people give luck to others, they can feel more comfortable in their hearts."
"As for the so-called taboos, in theory, as long as you don't violate the rules of Kongxiang Temple, there are basically no taboos."
"correct."
"There is a taboo that is not a taboo."
"That is, don't offend the abbot."
"Unless you want to stay in Kongxiang Temple for 500 years."
Don't offend the abbot?
Lynch nodded slightly.
Naturally, he wouldn't be so stupid as to offend someone else's boss on someone else's territory.
"Also. You must go to the Mirror Tower."
"If you don't go, you won't be able to truly obtain the status of a formal disciple. Not only will you not be able to get any benefits, but you may also be imprisoned in the back mountain for confinement on the charge of disrespecting Buddhism."