More than ten days passed in the blink of an eye.
Wu Dao'an's body was slightly hunched over, with his hands clasped behind his back, pacing in the main hall, looking like an ordinary old man on the verge of collapse.
One by one, the dark spirits saw him coming and silently made way for him.
She didn't say a word, just quietly watched him walk away.
Without the Golden Register by his side, he naturally no longer needed to preside over the martial temple's washing and practice, and couldn't be considered a rotational temple master.
But this is not the reason why other Wu Xian are distant from him.
Arbitrary and dictatorial.
Taking advantage of Laozu's sleep, he didn't put the other fellow disciples in the first yard in his eyes at all, and made such a major decision without consulting anyone.
"I don't want Shěn shīdì to become a second Zhù shīxiōng."
"But Old Wu was step by step pushing him towards that pit of fire."
Several martial artists indifferently looked in the direction the old man had left.
Shen Yi took charge of the Golden Wolf Jade Token from the day he entered Wu Miao, and within a month, he obtained the Golden Book of the Rotating Temple Master.
No obstacles were encountered and no difficulties were met.
All of this is from Wu Dao An's brush.
This old ghost made a decision for the entire Wu Temple, so who gave him this power?
"That golden register represents the incense and wishes of our ancestors, but in recent days, it has decreased by nearly a third." someone whispered.
What they were most worried about still happened. Shen Shidi's physique was indeed astonishing and he also had the greed to match this physique.
Regardless of whether it works or not, swallow everything first and then talk about it.
"Should we take advantage of him before he reacts and grab a portion for ourselves as savings?"
"He rushed, you rushed, everyone rushed together. When the time comes when we really need to use it, let's just surrender!"
Na Wu Xian angrily swung his sleeve and severely scolded his fellow disciples.
After finishing speaking, he took two deep breaths: "What is Shen Shidi doing now?"
"Dispel one's mind?"
……
Inside the small attic of the armory.
Wishing elder brother a clear throat, he recited the Clear Mind Incantation once again.
Shen Yi sat back against the wall corner, closed her eyes and listened, occasionally nodding lightly, and stretched out a lazy waist.
He read it about three more times.
"Finally, brother, can you show me that thing again?"
“……”
Shen Yi opened her eyes and raised an eyebrow.
"I understand." The master's senior apprentice turned around, opened the formation of the small attic, isolating the sight and perception of others, then solemnly sat in the corner with the skull frame in his arms.
Seeing this, Shen Yi closed his eyes again.
In the air sea, a dark spirit sat cross-legged, and in its arms, there was an extra golden bead compared to before.
There is a figure curled up inside the bead.
Carefully hold the golden beads in your mind.
The next moment, the golden bead appeared in Shen Yi's palm and then suspended in mid-air.
Dazzling golden light unfolded like a silk thread, weaving a seven-foot-tall resplendent golden shadow on the spot.
At the moment it appeared, all the jade slips in the attic were dull and colorless.
He saw that his whole body was extremely robust and his face was majestic without being angry.
A bright red pattern extends from the spine, like a ferocious and sinister face.
"Ah!"
Wishing elder brother a big mouth, staring straight at the golden body, he was clearly a yin god, but seemed to have heard his own pounding heartbeat.
The golden body of the Buddha slowly opened its eyes.
His gaze swept over, and it made Zhu Shi Xiong feel as if his yin energy was about to be shaken apart and dispersed.
The only thing that felt strange was that after Shen Shidi took out the Golden Body Dharma, he became extremely cold and detached, never willing to speak.
As expected, Luohan Jinxin silently withdrew his gaze and transformed back into a bead-like shape that floated into Shen Yi's palm.
“……”
Zhū jiǎo liàn liàn bù shě de bǎ zhèn fǎ shōu qǐ, què yě méi yǒu guò duō yāo qiú, bì jìng xiàng zhè zhǒng jīn shēn méi yǒu chè dǐ chéng xíng zhī jiān, nǎi shì yī zūn huà shén jìng xiū shì zuì jǐn zhāng de shí hòu.
Translation:
Zhao reluctantly put away the formation, but didn't make excessive demands. After all, at this stage when the Golden Body had not fully taken shape, it was the most tense moment for a cultivator in the Transformation Realm.
One step forward is a vast and open space, but if someone cuts you off prematurely, that's what's called a great misfortune. It's naturally better for fewer people to know.
Shen Shidi is willing to reveal it to himself for a glance, which is already a great kindness.
Thinking of returning home like this, Zhuo Ju still felt a little sour in his nose.
"Junior brother, what's this emotion?"
"Eyes red, as if wanting to swallow his flesh and bones." Shen Yi slowly stood up, putting the golden beads into her dantian.
"Not true."
The monk shook his head rarely: "I just feel very desperate, why can't I have such a golden body and appearance? Looking at your back, it's a little beyond my reach."
"Qualifications aren't good enough, it's like this." Shen Yi nodded.
"...For a moment, he was stunned, gritted his teeth: "I really want to swallow it whole now."
"It doesn't really mean anything."
Shen Yi glanced at him and said lightly, "It gets old after using it a few more times."
"Huh?"
Upon hearing this, Zhuo Jue adjusted his sitting posture and turned his face towards the wall corner: "Junior brother, please leave. I want to be alone for a while."
Seeing one's own efforts bearing fruit.
Shen Yi waved his hand and left the armory at a steady pace.
Wait until the jade steps of the Golden Gate are closed.
He let out a sigh.
Remaining demonic lifespan: 24,100 years
Shen Yi had thought that the process of casting a golden body would be difficult, but he hadn't expected it to be this difficult.
It took more than 20,000 years.
According to the panel prompt, this seven-foot-tall golden body is just a semi-finished product and can't even be considered a small success.
Estimated to be one of the weakest existences even in the Realm of Saints.
The reason for stopping in one's tracks is not that the incense and candles are no longer sufficient, but rather that Qing Hua has become impatient...
That woman came out with red eyes, biting her lips, and a dazed expression, looking like a resentful ghost.
In comparison, Shen Yi was affected much less, after all he only played a "transitional" role.
Although his spirit was exhausted and unbearable, he did not fall into madness.
There is no free lunch... let others pay for it.
With the protection of the golden body of the immortal.
Shen Yi's mood also became much more relaxed, she tidied up the green shirt on her body and went to the Wu Temple as usual to relax.
……
Outside the imperial city, a horse-drawn carriage came to a gentle stop.
The old man in black armor dismounted and handed over the documents, then remounted his bright red horse and comforted those inside the carriage, saying: "Don't be angry, maybe he really had an urgent matter, otherwise why would he even bother to greet you?"
Inside the carriage.
The pretty girl in a white shirt grasped the rope of the silver bell with both hands, staring at the bell with puffed cheeks.
"I'm not angry at all."
After saying that, she seemed to convince herself and added with emphasis: "I know he must have an urgent matter, he must be busy slaying demons and eliminating evil."
Chen Qiankun drove his horse-drawn carriage towards the Wu Temple.
Then stopped in front of the Demon Catcher General's Office.
He secretly smiled wryly, if Shen Yi hadn't quietly left Qingzhou, I'm afraid this little girl wouldn't have been willing to take out that strand of Yao Jun's blood to exchange for the Wu Temple's washing and practice. What is this for washing and practice? It's clearly just an excuse to enter the capital.
*sigh*
The old man shook his head and walked towards the governor's office.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of two figures.
The former wore a green shirt, handsome and elegant, while the latter wore a white skirt, holding a long sword, with a full figure and a rich flavor.
Two people stood side by side, as if discussing something in a low voice.
“……”
Chen Qiankun was choked and hurriedly pretended not to see.
He stepped into the General's Mansion.
A carriage stood still, its curtains lifted slightly.
Lin Baiwei hid behind the curtain and quietly looked outside, then her red lips curled up unconsciously.
She lowered the curtain and clenched the silver bell in her palm.
Doesn't look very busy either...
(End of chapter)
