Outside the cell, the air was scattered and very hot, although it wasn't a real flame burning his body. Meng Qi only felt his skin scorching like being burned by fire, with sweat pouring out non-stop from his forehead, down his face, across his mouth, and converging with the sweat on his upper body to flow downwards.

  Dizzy, head swelling, Meng Qi barely calmed down, maintaining the first route of Jin Zhong's aura, fortunately having an iron shirt as a base, otherwise he would have already suffered severe burns and dehydration, unable to hold on.

  This is many times more terrifying than a steam sauna!

  The inner force was running continuously, Meng Qi felt that his muscles seemed to be "dissolving" bit by bit, constantly "reorganizing", from the inside out, in coordination with the Golden Bell's "transformation" of himself.

  In the lower abdomen, it also starts to condense again.

  Sweat evaporated, Meng Qi's line of sight became blurry, and he felt that the scene in front of him was shaking - this was the Jin Zhongzhao every level of cultivation against the eyes part, of course, as the first level, only need to open ten breaths time in this environment.

  Never had such torture and torment, Meng Qi subconsciously looked towards the cage, as if yearning for Huo to move a little further away from himself, letting the high temperature here drop slightly.

  The whole body red plumage of the fire swan seemed to feel Meng Qi's gaze, opened its eyes, took a step in his direction, and the heat became even more intense!

  Damn bird! Meng Qi cursed silently, not daring to look at Huo again, afraid that it would move towards him once more.

  Ten breaths passed, Meng Qi closed his eyes and tried to make himself forget the scorching heat, forget the discomfort of his skin and muscles, forget everything around him, and immerse himself wholeheartedly in the Golden Bell Shield's cultivation.

  It was unclear how much time had passed when the voice of "Amitabha" entered Meng Qi's ears, just as he finished a week-long interval.

  "Master." Meng Qi opened his eyes and saw Xuan Bei standing in front of him.

  Xuan Bei nodded slightly: "Alright, today's cultivation ends here. You can hold on for a day, which is beyond my expectations as your master."

  "A whole day?" Meng Qi asked in a hoarse voice, his heart extremely shocked that he had actually lasted a whole day?

  At the same time, he ended his meditation, slowly stood up, and felt aching all over his body, with weak legs, wishing to find a cool place to lie down and sleep immediately.

  Xuan Bei's face, always with a melancholic expression, revealed a hint of a smile: "Initially, I thought you could only withstand two hours at most, but you persisted for five whole hours. Your willpower is commendable and not as frivolous as your usual demeanor suggests."

  Sometimes I just make fun of myself to ease my mood, but in fact, I understand it all... Meng Qi secretly defended herself, but as soon as she took a step forward, she almost fell down because she was too hot, dizzy and weak.

  Xuan's sleeve robe waved, and a gust of wind came from nowhere to steadily support Meng Qi, preventing him from falling, and allowing him to walk out of the range of the fire prison.

  The coolness struck, and Meng Qiu's mind was suddenly clear, feeling as if he had come back to life!

  "But don't overexert yourself, it's easy to get hurt. Five hours a day is enough." Xuan Bei walked ahead and said casually to Meng Qi, "This way, you should be able to master the first level of Golden Bell Shield in half a month, and the first three levels won't take more than three months altogether."

  Three months... Meng Qi furrowed his brow, because he didn't know when the next reincarnation task would come again. If it took a year or two, there was no need to worry, but if it was like last time and only had one month, then his Golden Bell Shield could at most reach the second level, with no substantial improvement.

  Fortunately, there was a heavy rain and the pear blossom needle saved my life!

  Meng Qi could only think this way, because Jin Zhongzhao was that kind of profound and slow-progressing divine art, normally cultivating it would take at least a year for the first three stages, even if he had some foundation in Qigong, it would still take six or seven months, now being able to cultivate it within three months, what's there to complain about?

  All the way, Meng Qi dragged his weak and powerless body back to the small courtyard where Xuan Bei was located, rushed straight to the water tank, picked up the wooden dipper, and drank two full dippers before relieving his dehydration.

  Entering the Zen room, Meng Qi saw Zhen Hui sitting in meditation, with a smile on his face, fully concentrated and seemingly having a hint of Zen.

  Is this guy really suitable for practicing "Pinhua Finger"? Meng Qi was stunned, then immediately found the Lingzhi supplement pill and swallowed it, then sat cross-legged, adjusting his body and replenishing his internal energy.

  At dinner time, Meng Qi burst out with the strongest "fighting power" in history, and the amount of food he ate surprised even himself.

  After eating and drinking enough, Meng Qi, who had been practicing hard all day, felt extremely tired and just wanted to lie down on the common bed - Shaolin values ??hard practice, even the exclusive small courtyard of a senior like Xuan Bei is no different from the miscellaneous duty courtyard and the martial arts courtyard. If it weren't for secrecy and convenience for their own practice, they might not even have a separate small courtyard.

  "Senior brother, I'll continue to meditate." Zhen Hui said excitedly to Meng Qi and directly rushed back to the meditation room, without any resistance to cultivation.

  Seeing this, Meng Qi sighed and turned around to enter the courtyard. He found a sword and began practicing "Blood Blade Technique" under the clear moonlight.

  Don't slack off! The reincarnation task may start at any time!

  "The Blood Knife Technique" emphasizes the importance of footwork and the angle of each move, adhering to the principle of "looking ahead while hiding behind", which allows the knife technique to be extremely unusual, with every knife stroke emerging from an unexpected position. This complements Meng Qi's "Divine Movement Hundred Changes", and practicing them together promotes mutual improvement.

  After practicing his knife skills for several rounds, Meng Qi stopped, panting heavily, and decided to take a rest.

  At this time, he saw Xuan Bei standing at the door of the Zen room out of the corner of his eye, and didn't know how long he had been standing there.

  "Master." Meng Qi hastily put his hands together in a gesture of respect.

  Xuan Bei nodded and rarely showed a satisfied expression: "Very good."

  After finishing speaking, he turned around and stepped into his own Zen room.

  Meng Qi secretly felt pleased with himself, took a deep breath, and continued practicing his knife skills.

  …………

  Day after day, Meng Qi repeated the life of Huo Lou Fang and Xuan Bei Xiao Yuan, only to feel that the operation of Jin Zhong Zhao was getting smoother and smoother. He also felt a strange change in his body, and successfully practiced the first pass on the thirteenth day.

  That day, Meng Qi sat cross-legged in front of the Huo Ju prison, with a few beads of sweat on his body, reflecting a little golden light.

  Although the high temperature remained, Meng Qi's discomfort eased a lot, no longer dizzy, and his skin no longer felt burning, and his body also calmed down a lot.

  Suddenly, a layer of golden yellow appeared on Meng Qidan's body, and there seemed to be a faint sound.

  After the sound faded away, the golden light dissipated, Meng Qi opened his eyes and moved his neck contentedly.

  The twenty-ninth day, the second pass of Golden Bell Cover is completed! The elixir field has been re-condensed and refined!

  Xuan Bei seemed to have been guarding this place all along and had not left. Seeing the situation, he slightly nodded his head: "That's right, starting tomorrow, we'll begin the third stage of cultivation."

  "Master, is the third pass still here?" Meng Qi stood up and asked with concern.

  Nowadays, his dizziness after each practice has improved a lot, at least he won't be so weak that he will fall down when walking.

  "Outside that cell in front." Xuan Bei hinted with his eyes.

  Meng Qi followed his line of sight and looked over, only to find that it was the same room he had noticed before. The cold air was pervasive, and a layer of frost covered the ground.

  Was it "hot" before and now is "cold"?

  Xuan Bei slowly opened his mouth: "Inside is the 'Hàn Guī', you need to use its scattered cold ice energy to cultivate the third pass."

  "Yes, Master." Meng Qi looked around the cell and saw a giant turtle with a pale blue shell, inside which snowflakes were swirling and ice crystals were everywhere, forming a stark contrast with the fiery Fox Prison Cell on the other side of the wall.

  After returning to the small courtyard, Xuan Bei handed the token to Meng Qi: "You should be familiar with the daily commute by now. From now on, go and cultivate on your own. Wait until you've completed the third trial before telling me."

  Meng Qi nodded in agreement. After all, for the past month, his master had been by his side during his cultivation, taking up a lot of his time. Now that he had completed the second level of the Golden Bell Shield and was familiar with the environment there, it was time for him to become more independent.

  …………

  The next day, Meng Qi held the token and entered the Sharira Pagoda smoothly. He arrived at the first floor where "Hanjing" was detained.

  As soon as Meng Qi stepped inside, he felt a chill that was colder than any winter he had ever experienced, as if his very marrow was about to freeze.

  He was still shirtless as usual, shivering and sitting cross-legged, using the third Golden Bell Covering Heart Method to ward off the cold.

  This time, Meng Qi didn't go to see "Hanjun" again, and "asked" it to retreat a bit, lest it bring about the opposite consequences.

  However, as he continued to practice, Meng Qi felt increasingly cold, as if his third heart method had been practiced in vain.

  When he opened his eyes and looked around, he found that the cold turtle had quietly moved to the iron railing at some unknown time.

  Damn it! Meng Qi gritted his teeth and cursed silently.

  "Haha, foolish humans, don't you know that this dead turtle has the heaviest revenge heart? It just drowned a city and was locked up here for decades, how could it possibly look at you humans with pleasure?" The noisy voice came from the opposite side.

  Meng Qi happened to be tempering his eyes at that moment and through the cold air, he saw a small bird lying on its cage.

  It is extremely ugly, with a round body like a ball, two short wings, covered in black feathers, and no beak on its head, but a fish-like mouth.

  "What are you looking at? My name is not to be changed, my surname is not to be altered. I am known as 'Fei Yi Zi', a descendant of the Kun Peng clan!" The little bird chirped and jumped up and down, "You must be wondering why I didn't talk to you those days ago. Does someone like me, a proud Kun Peng, casually chat with humans?"

  Meng Qi ignored it and closed his eyes, focusing on his cultivation.

  "Hmph, little monk, what's the use of cultivating with the cold aura of a dead turtle? You should find a cold cicada instead, haha, by then you'll be frozen to death... " Little bird "Vertical Winged Child" didn't even notice Meng Qi was cultivating, and continued chattering away.

  "Your posture is so ugly, you humans really have no taste at all..." It scrutinized Meng Qi from head to toe, speaking for a full hour.

  "Little monk, what's the use of practicing the Golden Bell Shield turtle shell kung fu? Why not let me out and I'll make it worth your while..."

  Meng Qi only felt the noise entering his ears, making himself anxious and irritable, wanting to jump up and find something to stuff this guy's mouth, it was too noisy, too talkative! Didn't he know that cultivation requires quietness?

  "Speaking of which, our Peng clan has been passed down for countless tens of thousands of years. My grandfather's grandfather's grandfather used to..." The little bird started talking big and began telling stories from its great-great-grandfather's generation. At this rate, it would take three months to finish!

  After finishing a week, Meng Qi suddenly got up and prepared to stuff the beak of "Vertical Wing Child", but the little bird was extremely vigilant. In the instant when Meng Qi got up, it flew back to the depths of the prison cell and said with pride: "Do you think we can't see when you finish running a week?"

  "Haha, listen honestly to what I have to say!"