Today I hold the world

"Hurry up, what about you, do you hear me?"

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The breath in the tunnel is warm and violent, and a car of spirit ore is transported from bottom to top. The laborers are all monks in the early stage of Qi training. These people are not much different from ordinary monks. Those people lacked one thing: freedom.

This is the basement of a large hill at the northern foot of Huaishan Mountain. There is another world hidden under the towering trees. For more than a hundred years, the Kongwen Temple has only relied on the financial resources delivered by this Huoling mine vein. He has created a not-so-low reputation.

The person who spoke was a bald monk with a sixth level of qi training. His teeth were sharp and pointed like rodents. He didn't have any Buddhist ring scars on his head. He was not considered an official disciple of Kongwen Temple.

Since more than 20 years ago, the Huaishan cultivation world was in turmoil, and the life of many monks in their monastery was worsening day by day. After King Su and Zhengfeng were both destroyed, they thought they could enjoy a period of peace. The abbot's inheritance is a side branch of Buddhism, and he was not good at subduing ghosts, so disasters are inevitable. During the period, the abbot died in the claws of ghosts in order to protect the inheritance. support.

People's hearts are sometimes like glass bottles. Once a little bit is broken, as time goes by, it will break more and more and become more and more chaotic.

This bald monk is called Ni Jinjin. He used to be a very kind person. He is only 30 years old. He was born as a casual cultivator and can practice so fast. In addition to good talent, auxiliary resources are indispensable. Originally, he had a good Master helped him, but unfortunately he was killed by ghosts many years ago.

Swinging a sixteen spirit snake whip in his hand, and biting a stalk of spirit wheat in his mouth, he lazily sat on the flaming stone and said with disgust: "Oh, you fellows, don't be so sad every day, Lao Tzu When did you fight with you? Except for a little mouth damage, a single spirit stone has never exploited you, where can I find such a good supervisor?"

The hard laborers pushing the rolling cart past him nodded and bowed their heads, obediently, not daring to say no, just concentrating on the work at hand.

Ni Jinjin didn't even think about what these people could respond to him. He has been doing this job for more than four years, with a fixed salary, doing the same thing every day, and when he has the spirit of cultivation, he just cultivates and plays with it. When the son comes up, just play around.

Although he is not very old, he knows the changes in the world. It is not easy to be a sensible person. Those little thoughts in his heart were all taught by the old man when he was alive. Clearly, but also very helpless, the helpless thing is that he knows too much, he knows how difficult it is to go up step by step from Jindan, Yingying, Huashen, and it takes a lot of resources to have a one in [-] chance of success. And now, he hasn't even passed the level of foundation establishment.

Ni Jinjin felt that sometimes knowing too much would not be a good thing. It was because he knew so much that he spoke outrightly. He was originally a good foreign teacher in a monastery, but he was relegated to this place all day long. There's a point where people who make big strides stay.

"The sound of Zen on the mountain is lingering, and there are many evil deeds below the mountain; if you say yes, you can enjoy the peaceful and prosperous age. However, it is difficult to experience the sinister heart; I have a wheat sword, and he still needs to accumulate a small grain of grain, and then come out and kill. , kill and kill, kill and kill, the thousand years of grievances and grievances will finally come under this sword..."

When he was depressed, Ni Jinjin would sing some of his own songs, and the only old man in the world who had a bond with him just left, leaving him to face the world alone.

At the beginning, he was quite uncomfortable, but as time went on, he found that he behaved more and more like that old man, and finally he was sure that the old man lived in his heart, and he would never be able to separate him for the rest of his life. On the contrary, he didn't feel bad anymore. Relying on the old man's friendship with the former abbot of Kongwen Temple, he shamelessly went to find the acting abbot to make a living. He stayed for five years. After his cultivation level rose, he was no longer so afraid of the world.

Looking at the entrance of the cave in the northeast direction along the corridor, it was morning again. He jumped off the stone platform, patted the dust off his body, "It's time."

This errand is a regular job. After six hours, someone will come to supervise the work for him. Originally, this place is not a big mine. Although the spirit stones produced are pure, the quantity is limited, and it is basically impossible to do something. Yes, he doesn't care about things here.

Walking out of the corridor step by step, the morning glow was reflected, he covered his eyes to reveal a gap, and then slowly opened them, "Good weather, let's go for a bird walk!"

In the shadow of the towering trees, there are two chirping orioles. These two pets of his are considered to be mutant species. Orioles generally live for five or six years, but these two have lived with him to this day, and it has been more than [-] years.

A whistle called two small things to the front, one on the left shoulder and one on the right shoulder, the whole body was bright yellow, more dazzling.

Although the long one is good-looking, it is actually a two-headed foodie. Apart from the ability of traction and positioning, it is useless. The reason why it has been worn for more than 20 years is entirely because of deep feelings.

"Little Guzi, Da Guzi, I will give you two improvements today, let's go!" The two birds chirped when they heard that the master wanted to give them something delicious, and they were very happy.

This day of every month is the time when Kongwen Monastery distributes salaries. Ni Jinjin has no other accomplices here, and people dislike him. He also knows the current situation in this monastery. Life is not easy, there are fewer people Dividing resources is always good, and exclusion is inevitable.

After leaving the back mountain and stepping up to the mountainside step by step, the shadow of the temple is approaching. In the early summer morning, the dew on the trees on this mountain is more lively than ordinary water, which can really satisfy the hunger. The two birds work together Delivering the leaves one by one, Ni Jinjin drank it a dozen times, and he was no longer hungry.

He doesn't like to eat that kind of rough spiritual meal. It's not his turn to eat delicious food here. Those monks who are also bald and have ring seals never look at him directly. He is used to it. In fact, He also looked down on those guys who looked down on people with dog eyes.

Passing through the coniferous forest is the main entrance of Kongwen Temple, walking along the way as usual, suddenly saw a figure in the woods, all in black, with a handsome face, the kind of malevolent handsome, It's not very beautiful, and it's not always a calm type at first sight.

Seeing that the man's cultivation was not very high, Ni Jinjin became playful and shouted suddenly: "Who are you, dare to run around in this empty forest mountain?"

The black-clothed monk turned his head irritably, and gave Ni Jinjin a fierce look, "What are you doing? Dogs take mice."

When Ni Jinjin saw this person, he seemed to be acquainted. He seemed to have met him somewhere, and why did his temper suit his appetite so much?

Although I admired and respected this person in my heart, my brows continued to condense, "This place is the territory of Kongwen Temple. I have stayed in the mountains for four or five years, and I have never seen your face. Look at your cultivation base, show off your face. With a face of dead parents, could it be that they are here to steal something?"

The short, short beard on the lips of the monk in black trembled angrily, "Damn it, there are people like you in this place, we need to clean up, Xiao Tianlin, bite him to death!"

When Ni Jinjin was still proud of how his words could anger the other party, he suddenly saw a huge lion's head appearing from behind the black-clothed monk, and his eyes immediately stared straight. He had lived for nearly 30 years and had never seen such a lion's head. It was a strange beast, and the breath from that fierce beast made him unable to raise the slightest intention of resistance, and he definitely had strength above foundation establishment.

Plop, Ni Jinjin knelt on the ground with both legs, not caring about knocking on two stones, "Fellow Daoist, please forgive me, I made a mistake, I made a mistake!"

The black-clothed monk on the opposite side looked at his beloved pet, and they both smiled and laughed, "Xiao Tianlin, dog, this is the most timid guy I've ever seen."

Enough laughing, the black-clothed monk cleared his voice, and said: "Listen to me, I am Chilongmen Hei... Uh, His Royal Highness Xie Xuan is also!"