If someone who practices magic falls into the Eight Treasures Merit Pond in the Pure Land of Reward Body, it will not be a good thing, but poison.
Don't be in a hurry, just be patient here and explore slowly.
Let me use this straw mat for a bit, and if it works fine, I'll give it to you. At least it can help relieve stress and keep you from getting into trouble!
Ye Yao nodded, and she placed the White Lotus Buddha Lamp next to her. The Buddha lamp illuminated the entire Buddhist temple more clearly and brightly.
She began to cook the fish carefully. Although her cultivation level was not high, her family inherited excellent cultivation skills and killing moves.
Soon, the fragrant smell of fish spread throughout the entire Buddhist temple.
Outside the Buddhist temple, it is extremely cold at night, and there are also blowing sandstorms. If you have not achieved the secret realm of supernatural powers and cannot communicate with the inside and outside, it will be extremely dangerous.
Inside the Buddhist temple, although the power of the temple itself has subsided, the blessing of the magical weapon, the White Lotus Buddha Lamp, prevents the wind and sand from invading at all, making this place seem like a pure land.
Chen Fei, who was lying leisurely on the straw mat, had his breathing become more and more steady, as if he had fallen into a peaceful dream.
And a rosy glow began to slowly bloom around him.
A mysterious portal seemed to appear in the rosy glow, carrying with it the Taoist rhyme of the smooth unity of the three forces of essence, energy and spirit.
Ye Yao couldn't help but turn around and stare at Chen Fei, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.
The reincarnated body of a Heavenly Dao Saint will inevitably carry with it the Saint's realm of skills and understanding of the Dao. Whether it is his knowledge, comprehension, or the secrets he knows, they will certainly be at the Saint level.
She noticed that Fade Chen seemed to be practicing a secondary technique, but according to common sense, a saint's practice shouldn't be so slow.
Not to mention saints, even ordinary celestial beings shouldn't be so slow.
But at this moment, she felt that Chen Fei seemed to be stuck at the peak scholar level, and had not even reached perfection, and had not really touched the barrier of the three-in-one Juren level.
"What kind of martial arts is so difficult to practice?" Ye Yao couldn't help but feel curious.
Ding-ling, ding-ling!
The sound of bells rang out in the distance outside the Buddhist temple, and Ye Yao immediately focused his attention.
She injected her spiritual consciousness into the Snow Drinking Mad Sword, and using the sword as her eyes, she looked into the distance at the wind and sand inside the Buddhist temple.
At this time, a strong wind blew outside the Buddhist temple, and the wind and sand were like a curtain, becoming more and more violent.
Ye Yao saw a group of three people walking in the wind and sand, all three of them were dressed in gorgeous clothes.
A middle-aged man with a slightly feminine temperament, a pale face and no beard. His whole body is filled with pure and blazing yang energy and his flesh is filled with extremely powerful strength.
In his hand, he held a golden bell with a long handle. This hand-cranked bell looked like a magical tool used by Taoist priests to summon souls and control corpses.
At this time, he kept shaking the bell, generating sound waves to protect the two people around him.
One of the two men was a young man in his early twenties, and the other was a teenager who looked to be about fourteen or fifteen.
This young man's cultivation level is also at the Jinshi level, and he has a calm temperament.
The young man looked like he had just started practicing martial arts and had not yet completed the 100-day foundation-building period. He was at the level of a boy. His steps were unsteady and his expression was filled with uncontrollable fear.
As Ye Yao secretly looked at the three of them with the help of the magic sword, the young man shuddered and became alert.
Ye Yao frowned, feeling something was wrong, and instantly looked away.
"A eunuch who cultivated to the third level of supernatural power through special secret techniques, and two sons of noble families? The temperament of that young man doesn't look like them!"
Ye Yao withdrew his gaze.
In this area, she had fought with Huang Mafei. If there were any masters within a few hundred miles, they would be able to sense the aftermath of the battle.
However, if someone came to investigate, they shouldn't have brought two burdens with them.
Moreover, the battle took place at noon today, and it is already midnight now.
Soon, the bell rang closer, and the three people in the group stepped into the area covered by the White Lotus Buddha Lamp, isolated from the wind and sand.
"The three of us were on our way and encountered a sandstorm. Could you please lend us your precious place and stay for one night?"
The young man, named Xu Zhiming, has reached the sixth level of human cultivation and has opened his nasal orifices.
As soon as I entered the range of Buddha's light, I took a deep breath and immediately smelled the aroma of fish floating outside through the doors and windows.
It is quite abnormal for a monk in a Buddhist temple to eat meat.
At this moment, he hesitated slightly, with worry in his eyes, and looked at the middle-aged man next to him.
The middle-aged eunuch Hu Dou took a breath, his face showing fatigue, and stopped activating the magic weapon.
Under the emperor's secret order, he and Xu Zhiming, the young marquis of Sifanghou Mansion, secretly tracked down the emperor's grandson who was left among the people.
As a result, they encountered a sandstorm in this immortal burial desert. This sandstorm was unusual. Occasionally, there were evil spirits lurking, and the air was filled with spooky atmosphere.
At this moment, he was calculating with the divine power, and he only felt that the people inside were in chaos, like a black hole.
He gave Xu Zhiming a look and did not pass on any secret message, lest the people inside had any special means.
At this time, the panic on the face of Zhang Gan, a young boy suspected to be one of the emperor's grandsons, who was found by Hu Dou and Xu Zhiming, gradually subsided.
The Buddha's light is warm, in stark contrast to the gloomy atmosphere in the wind and sand outside.
"We are not the masters of the temple, please feel free to do as you please!"
A cold and magnetic voice came from the Buddhist hall.
Hu Dou nodded to Xu Zhiming and the others, walked slowly forward, remained alert, and pushed open the door of the Buddhist hall.
In the Buddhist temple, Ye Yao stood in front of Fade Chen, occupying a space. The fish in the big pot was emitting gurgling steam.
The Buddhist lamp placed on the ground next to Ye Yao was brewing a rich Buddhist nature and inherent magical power.
She looked at Hu Dou and others with a deep gaze, her expression calm and no emotion could be seen.
When Xu Zhiming saw Ye Yao, his eyes flashed with unconcealable amazement, and the young man could hardly take his eyes off him.
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