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Chapter 220: Ruyi, the Place of Worship (Updated, to be added tomorrow)

After Su Luo's death, Jiming kept wondering why Su Luo was able to suppress him all the time.

The Zen master does not have any extraordinary treasures in his hands, nor any secret skills that can be called unique.

The only powerful thing about him was the sword shadow that he was suspected to have obtained from Zhong Chengzi, which he kept hidden until the last moment.

In many encounters, the Zen master basically used the Dharma bone in combination with the Demon Subduing Seal or the magic of Vajrapani, and with his rich experience in fighting and profound Taoism, he repeatedly suppressed him.

Although Ji Ming was born from heaven, he knew that his talent was not enough to achieve both breadth and depth in spiritual practice.

He needs to re-examine himself and stop allowing himself to be distracted by messy knowledge. He must embark on the path of using one method to break all methods, just like Zen Master Sura.

If you explore the three secrets of Buddhism today, study the Yuhua Sutra tomorrow, tinker with the cultivation of various magical instruments the day after tomorrow, and so on, sooner or later you will become a master of everything.

Now is the time to make a decision. Giving the Thunder Crumbs Nail to Shu Si and leaving the Moth-Flying Lamp with Qian Geng is not only a reward, but also a way to urge myself.

Of course, these thoughts cannot be told to outsiders.

"I want to sacrifice and refine the White Bone Heart Pearl."

Ji Ming looked at Shu Si and Qian Geng and said solemnly.

The two people in the temple became serious after hearing this. The young lady Hu San who was outside had already left. This fox demon was actually a smart and reserved person.

The White Bone Heart Bead is already a treasure, so refining it again will certainly not be a trivial matter. They feel that the master seems to be making preliminary preparations for upgrading the treasure into a magic weapon.

Ji Minglue counted on his fingers and calculated a date with a yin year, yin month, yin day and yin hour, which was August 8th and 8 o'clock this year, which was still four or five months away.

"This ritual is very important. I will use the Yin Corpse Fire Altar in the Treasure Light Qi Refining Method to perform the ritual. At the same time, I will summon a Side Door God to assist me with his Dharma thoughts."

When Ji Ming was in Fengkun Mountain, he had the idea of ​​having three trump cards.

One is the Six Ding Divine Fire in Yixiu's hand.

The second is the Lingguang Shenjiang chapter in the Taiyi Jiabu method.

The third is the secret of refining the magic weapon "Bao Ruyi" in his hand.

Among them, the Six Ding Divine Fire has already produced a small seed. Although it cannot produce value immediately and still needs to be nurtured, he believes that in time, he will be able to see huge results.

The talisman of the Lingguang God General chapter has also been obtained, but Ji Ming still has some long-term considerations in his mind about this talisman, so he did not immediately set out to unlock it.

The last one is Bao Ruyi. He had estimated in his heart that he would have the ability to gather all the rare treasures needed to refine this treasure only when he reached at least the fourth level of the Golden Core Realm, but now he could make preliminary preparations.

Bao Ruyi obtained the alchemy method from the Burnt-faced Ghost King during a ceremony at a sandbar near the lake. At that time, he was still the King Huang Jue.

At that time, the Ghost King said that this refining method was based on the "Three Insects Treasure Ruyi" of Ruyi Immortal, which was personally passed down by Huang Tian. On this basis, he also took the law of birth and death as the key to refining the treasure.

Refine a precious vessel each for birth and death, and then take the rare treasure, Mishan Xuanmu Jade, as the wish-fulfilling handle to carry the two treasures of birth and death. Finally, inlay a water-based gem on it to reconcile birth and death.

Among them, the two treasures related to birth and death are the preliminary preparations for Bao Ruyi.

There is a treasure in life, called "Yang Zhi Bao Guang Pei". To refine this treasure, one needs to go to the volcanic land to find a rare thing - Red Yang Zhi Fu Stone.

Ji Ming didn't have the Red Yang Zhifu Stone, so he could only work on the treasure of destruction. This treasure was not complicated. He just needed to sacrifice the White Bone Heart Pearl again and integrate it into the dead Yin thing.

Speaking of dead and dark things, the green skull is one of them.

The refining of Bao Ruyi was doomed to be tortuous, but then again, if he just refined an ordinary magic weapon, what use would it be to him in the realm of Jindan, Tailing, or even Yangshen.

After explaining everything, Ji Ming went to Fayan Villa.

He had not forgotten that Zhang Xiaoyuan had mediated between him and the Sibeiyun Temple. That monk Zhiguang was still waiting for him in the other courtyard? !
Ji Ming found it quite interesting. He wondered how the disciple of his former enemy would react after seeing him. He hoped it would not be the clichéd forbearance or boring revenge.

It is worth mentioning that this time it was Zhiguang who took the initiative to meet him.

Ji Ming was led here in a quiet mansion filled with the scent of herbs.

In the inner room, a screen separated the inside and outside. Ji Ming, who was outside, could only hear a cough that sounded like someone was tearing his lungs apart, and the faint smell of rust mixed with boiled herbs.

From behind the screen, on the couch, Zhiguang's voice came.

"Cough cough cough~

I have been lying on the bed for many days, and my body is not recovering. I am very ugly. I am afraid that it will pollute the eyes of Senior Brother Jintong, so I put up this screen to cover it. "Those who practice cultivation usually put those who have achieved success first, so Zhiguang's call of "Senior Brother" was not abrupt.

Ji Ming sat down, looking at the little monk who was coming in and out from behind the screen, delivering medicine and pills. He deliberately smiled and said, "Do you feel sorry for what happened to you today?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the coughing stopped.

"I"

Zhiguang was speechless and didn't know how to answer.

Ji Ming just wanted to see how Zhiguang would react to his deliberate provocation. He hoped that it would not be the same reaction as Goujian, who endured humiliation and bore heavy burdens. That would change Ji Ming's subsequent measures towards him.

"The master is the master. Even if he made a mistake, I cannot say anything. Besides, my master is dead. Please, Senior Brother Jintong, preserve his reputation after his death."

This answer was reasonable and acceptable in Ji Ming's opinion.

He didn't care much about Monk Zhiguang. He only managed to save his life under the guidance of the ancestor of the sect, and it would be difficult for him to achieve anything in the second half of his life.

What Ji Ming really cares about is the Heshan branch of the Sibeiyun Temple. This is a force that cannot be ignored. It may not be able to do anything to him in the short term, but it will always annoy him over time.

In today's meeting, Ji Ming was undoubtedly in the initiative and in a strong position. He had reasons and means, and he could put aside his pride and take revenge on the Four Sad Clouds Temple.

Zhiguang was also aware of this, so after Zhang Xiaoyuan mediated, he also went with the flow.

Speaking of Ji Ming's methods, apart from the deceased Zen Master Sura, among the living people, probably no one knows more about it than Zhiguang.

"Remove the screen!"

At Zhiguang's instruction, the young monks carried away the screen in the room.

On the couch, Zhiguang, who was covered in Taofu Chunmu clothing, stood up with difficulty.

The coverall he was wearing was a garment for healing external injuries. It was made of pieces of peach wood with rejuvenation talismans attached to them, and then strung together to form a garment. As he walked with difficulty, the wooden talismans on the garment made clashes and sounds.

Through the tiny gaps in the hood, Ji Ming could see the festering wounds on his skin. After all, he was burned by the Six Ding Divine Fire, and it was a stroke of luck that he survived.

As Zhiguang walked forward step by step, every step caused pain throughout his body. This was undoubtedly a huge torture. Ji Ming understood that Zhiguang was expressing his remorse in this way.

"In all future affairs, Sibeiyun Temple will fully cooperate with Senior Brother Zhang Xiaoyuan and Senior Brother Jintong."

Zhiguang has the ancestral certificate in his hand, which means he has the legal lineage of the Sibeiyun Temple. He can legally succeed the position of abbot of the temple when he returns. His promise is of great weight.

At this point, Ji Ming has already dealt with Zhang Xiaoyuan's matter, so the next thing is his.

"I need a place of worship in the temple!"

Gongfeng means to provide and support.

In temples and palaces, offering sacrifices can be extended to mean a position similar to that of a guest official, where one can enjoy a high status and receive support.

Ji Ming's meaning was very clear, he was worried about the Sibeiyun Temple, he wanted to reach into the temple and break the backbone of this group of people, which would be more cruel than pure revenge.

Even though Zhiguang was prepared to bleed, his face still turned red after hearing Ji Ming's words.

However, when he saw the other party's cold, ruthless gaze, he felt cold from head to toe in an instant.

In the face of power, all words are pale and powerless.

Zhiguang had expected this moment, but he never imagined that it would be done in such a ruthless and direct way. Isn't this the same as offering a "big Buddha" in the Sibeiyun Temple? !
Under the gaze of this "Buddha", can their Sibeiyun Temple still produce successors? !

"Namo. Namo"

His broken arm was kept in a clasped position and he chanted Buddhist mantras, revealing his inner panic and confusion.

“Don’t be in a hurry, think about it slowly and discuss it carefully.

I am only twenty years old, and I have less than a hundred and eighty years left to live. I definitely have enough time to wait for a satisfactory answer."

After uttering some threatening words, Ji Ming left without waiting for Zhiguang to sort out his thoughts.

(End of this chapter)