Forced to join Kongoji Temple at the beginning

Chapter 13
Many disciples in the square quickly took action.

A burst of horse neighing sounded.

One by one, the disciples quickly stepped on the steeds and ran towards the outside of the temple in groups.

The burly man in the Jianglong courtyard, Jieshou, looked back at the crowd with a gloomy expression, but he did not see Ning Chuan.

"That little monkey was also poisoned, and didn't come to participate in the operation..."

"Senior Brother Jieshou, don't worry, we still have a lot of people left behind, we can keep an eye on that Ning Chuan, and when we come back, he won't be able to escape either."

A person next to him smiled lowly.

"That's all."

Jie Shou nodded slightly, but his eyes suddenly fell on Jie Gou not far away, he licked his wide lips, and smiled, intriguing.

Jie Gou was already worried, but when he noticed Jie Shou's gaze, his thighs tightened, his hair stood up, and he showed a look that was uglier than crying.

"Hahaha, drive!"

Jie Shou laughed out loud, rode his horse and galloped away.

The people behind followed closely behind.

Jie Gou had a bitter look on his face, although he was reluctant, he had no choice but to follow behind.

In the blink of an eye, the entire square was completely gone.

"I hope that the auspicious brothers and sisters who quit the dog will have their own appearance..."

Ning Chuan said to himself.

He has reminded the dog a few times cryptically, but the dog still didn't go to the bathroom, so it's no wonder he was there.

He can't remind this matter too clearly, in case of being exposed, he can't bear to walk around.

Ning Chuan returned to the room, and began to continue to control the 'strength' in his body, striking towards his abdomen.

But just like yesterday, every time this strength goes down, there will still be bursts of severe pain.

From yesterday to today, this strength has only gone down by less than an inch.

If it goes on like this, I don't know how long it will take to 'walk around'.

Time flies.

Before he knew it, the sky was completely dark.

While Ning Chuan was working hard in the room, there were faint footsteps outside.

Then, there was a knock on the door.

"Junior brother Jiechuan, is he asleep?"

"Ok?"

Ning Chuan suddenly opened his eyes, quickly pretended to be limping, opened the door quickly, and asked in surprise, "Brother?"

"Junior Brother Jiechuan, you really didn't sleep, is your diarrhea better?"

Outside the door, Jielong had a sallow face, forced a smile, leaned on two crutches, and looked at Ning Chuan.

"It's much better, it's much better, is there something wrong, big brother?"

Ning Chuan laughed quickly.

Jielong looked Ning Chuan's face back and forth a few times, and said with emotion, "It seems that my brother's poison is much weaker than mine, at least his complexion is much stronger than mine, I came here to inform For your task tomorrow, we will be led by a few elders of the Hui family to deliver food down the mountain, so you should follow."

"Down the mountain to deliver food? But I...but my legs are weak, I'm afraid I can't walk too far..."

Ning Chuan's face changed slightly.

"Don't worry, it's not far away. It's just a dozen miles down the mountain. There's no danger."

Jielong said.

"OK then…"

Ning Chuan nodded reluctantly, and suddenly reacted to something, and said with a smile, "By the way, big brother, you're here, why don't you sit with me for a while?"

He enthusiastically grabbed Jielong's arms and led them into the house.

【Ding! 】

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Another pleasant voice sounded.

Jielong hesitated for a while, but still stepped over the threshold and limped into the room.

Ning Chuan immediately asked Jielong to sit down, then closed the door, made hot tea for Jielong, and the two chatted very enthusiastically.

While chatting, Ning Chuan casually seduced Jielong to chat with the upper echelons of the Vajra Temple.

It's a pity that Jielong doesn't know much about the real high-level people.

The only ones he knows well are the monks of the "Hui Zi Generation".

As for the monks of the highest level [Xuanzi generation], except for the abbot, he doesn't recognize any of them.

"It's only been two years since I became a master of Jianglongyuan. Those monks of the Xuan family never show up easily, and now the masters in charge are all uncles of the Hui family."

Jielong sighed.

"I see."

Needless to think about Ning Chuan, he also knows that the [Xuanzi generation] of the King Kong Temple are definitely evil cultivators, and most of them have cultivated climate.

"By the way, I see that the elders of the Hui family are generally young. Have you ever understood their strength?"

Ning Chuan asked curiously.

"I don't know about that. Anyway, I've never seen them make a move, but they must have the strength to practice late stage."

Jielong said.

Late stage of training!

That is to say, the [Jin] in the body has been transformed into [Qi] step by step.

Once all transformations are successful, it will be the [qi storage environment].

Ning Chuan was secretly speechless.

On the one hand, this group of evil cultivators are practicing sorcery, but on the other hand, they can also practice martial arts to such an extent?

This is unlikely, right?

Human energy is limited, can martial arts and cultivation really go hand in hand?
Besides, the one who met Hui Dao the night before yesterday was obviously young.

"Brother Jielong, actually I have another question. You said that if one day I succeed in practicing strength, should I continue to practice Zhuang Gong?"

Ning Chuan couldn't help asking.

"Ok?"

Jielong narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly turned his head to take a deep look at Ning Chuan, "Have you succeeded in practicing strength?"

"No, I just asked casually..."

puff!
Jielong grabbed Ning Chuan's shoulder blades like lightning, and a weak air flow rushed towards Ning Chuan's body again.

Ning Chuan cursed secretly, completely relaxed the strength in his body, and let Jielong explore in his body.

After exploring around, Jielong didn't find anything. He closed his palm again, breathed a sigh of relief, and said calmly, "Generally speaking, even if you succeed in practicing strength, you can't stop the Zhuang Gong, because with the practice of Zhuang Gong, the body will not stop. The 'strength' of this will continue to grow thicker and bigger."

"It's just that at this time, the range of enlargement will be slightly reduced. Zhuanggong will accompany a person's life. If you practice boxing without practicing kungfu, you will get old in the end. This 'gong' refers to Zhuanggong."

"So if one day you practice 'strength', you'd better continue to practice Zhuang Gong!"

"And the size of the 'Jin' cultivated by each person is also different. For example, some people with strong talents can have their 'Jin' as thick as a bean grain, and some people with weak talents can only be as big as Flammulina velutipes at best."

"The size of strength is generally only related to two factors, one is personal physique, and the other is the type of pile work!"

"With a natural supernatural power like yours, if you really practice hard, you will definitely be thicker than normal people."

"The same is true for the type of Zhuanggong. The 'strength' produced by good Zhuanggong will be thicker and easier than ours!"

Jielong explained it carefully.

Ning Chuan suddenly realized.

That's it!

From this point of view, he still has to continue practicing Zhuang Gong.

But for those with weak talents, the 'strength' they have trained is too small. It's just Flammulina velutipes?

I am as thick as two fingers.

"Then if you practice hard, do you pay attention to walking around the body? Don't get me wrong, I'm just curious and want to ask."

Ning Chuan asked awkwardly again.

"Do you walk around vigorously?"

Jielong showed an intriguing expression, and said with a smile, "Walk casually, as long as you walk this energy all over every corner of your body, it will be considered a success. After that time, you can temper it through some special methods and practice it into inner strength." It's enough to breathe."

"Does tempering also require a special technique?"

Ning Chuan asked.

(End of this chapter)