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 This night seemed particularly long.
 Zhang Daoke raised his wine glass and asked the two monks, since they had broken their meat vows, should they also break their alcohol vows? Good things come in pairs.
 The monk with a red mole on his forehead smiled, rolled up his sleeves, took the wine glass, and then drank it in one gulp.
 Although he is well versed in Buddhism, he is not a drinker.
 After a few sips, he felt dizzy and had stars in his eyes.
 The young fourth monk finally showed off his power, snatched the wine glass and gulped a few times, and then he let go and sang a ballad.
 It was the first time to break the vows.
 It was unforgettable.
 Li Changxiao looked deep into the backyard.
 Hearing the old abbot stop and sigh, he had mixed emotions.
 "Brother Wang, aren't you going to the temple tomorrow? How can you drink? Drinking will mess things up!" Liu Qingxi was worried about the monk.
 Only one side.
 In his heart, the two of them were already close friends. He was impressed by the other's Buddhism and admired the other's open-mindedness.
 "No problem." The red-mole monk laughed loudly. At the instigation of Li Changxiao and others, he drank another big sip, feeling dizzy and drunk. "If I can sober up tomorrow, I will go. If I can't sober up, I won't go."
 "It's rare to get drunk once in a lifetime."
 "Drunk happily!"
 He stood up and said loudly.
 Li Changxiao echoed, "Drunk freely!"
 Zhang Daoke's face was flushed and he was in a good mood.
 After years of wandering around the world, he deeply knew how rare such a peaceful and beautiful night was.
 The fourth monk was the youngest and felt that he had never been so happy. Even the eldest brother broke the precepts, so he naturally had no psychological burden when breaking the precepts.
 Soon, they all fell drunk.
 Only Li Changxiao, an old drunkard who drank all year round, and the big monk who obviously couldn't drink but could still maintain his sanity until this moment, had not fallen.
 The two chatted again.
 ...
 The next day.
 Early morning.
 The five people were lying in the courtyard, sleeping soundly.
 The meat was gone.
 The wine was gone.
 The old abbot watched quietly, not disturbing them, nor letting other disciples disturb them.
 The wrinkled eyes looked at the blue bricks under their feet.
 I don't know how long it took.
 Someone woke up.
 It was the big monk.
 The red mole between his eyebrows was more obvious than at night.
 He no longer had any smell of alcohol or drunkenness, and looked back at the old abbot.
 The two looked at each other.
 The old abbot sighed again, waved his hand, called the second and third monks, took him to the side room, washed him and changed his clothes.
 After a stick of incense.
 The big monk, wearing a cassock, walked out slowly and bowed deeply to the abbot.
 "From today..."
 "Your Dharma name... is Kongwo." The old abbot's voice fluctuated slightly, and there seemed to be an undercurrent under his calm eyes.
 Monk Kongwo nodded and turned to walk out.
 Along the way, he passed several people.
 His expression was calm.
 He walked out of Kongwo Temple and walked down the mountain path.
 Liu Qingxi also drank last night because he was happy. It was the first time he felt happy since he came to Focheng, so he drank as much as Zhang Daoke. He also learned to guess the wine and play finger-guessing games, laughing.
 He was still sleeping soundly at this moment.
 The fourth monk was lying on the ground, his left foot resting on Zhang Daoke's lower abdomen, and his right hand covering his belly button.
 Li Changxiao was lying on his side, holding a long sword.
 His snoring rose and fell.
 The old abbot did not disturb the few people and turned back to the backyard.
 …
 The monk with the Buddhist name Kongwo and a prominent red mole on his forehead walked halfway along the mountain path and found a figure in white at the corner in front of him, who seemed to have been waiting for him for a long time.
 "Donor Su." The monk stopped and said with a smile.
 Li Changxiao walked out and asked, "Are you really ready?"
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 "Of course." The monk nodded.
 "Donor Su, it's still early, let's go back to the temple and rest more." The monk said with a smile.
 With that, the monk walked straight down the mountain.
 Li Changxiao looked at his back for a long time without saying a word.
 Finally, he sighed softly, returned to Kongwo Temple, and continued to sleep.
 Until noon.
 The temperature rose.
 The ground became hot.
 Zhang Daoke rubbed his eyes and woke up slowly.
 He pushed Li Changxiao and kicked Liu Qingxi's butt.
 "Old Zhang, what are you doing! Are you still letting people sleep?" Liu Qingxi replied angrily, and changed his posture to continue sleeping.
 "Still sleeping your mother!" Old Zhang cursed: "It's noon!"
 "Noon" came out.
 It seemed to be the best sobering medicine in the world.
 Liu Qingxi's eyes were instantly clear, and the drunkenness subsided. He immediately reached out to the left side of his body, "Old Wang... Old Wang... It's noon, you are going to the temple..."
 Suddenly found.
 There was no one beside him.
 "Damn Old Wang, you didn't call me for such an important event as the temple ceremony!" Liu Qingxi cursed and stood up immediately.
 The Old Wang he was talking about was the monk with a red mole on his forehead last night.
 The group woke up one after another.
 They hurried to the well to get a basin of water. The cold well water stimulated their skin and dissipated the last trace of drunkenness.
 Zhang Dao Ke and Liu Qingxi were both looking forward to the "temple ceremony".
 Although they had been together for a few days.
 They had a bad impression of Focheng.
 But they had a good impression of the monk last night. Some people only need to meet once, for a second, to become a rare friend.
 Only Li Changxiao woke up last, and he seemed to be in a bad mood.
 Liu Qingxi arranged his face and hurriedly asked the old abbot where and how the temple ceremony would be held and whether he could watch it. After receiving a positive answer, he ran down the mountain path.
 "Lao Su, what are you daydreaming about? Hurry up and catch up!"
 "Damn it, otherwise the temple ceremony will be over!"
 Lao Zhang turned back and urged, because the fourth monk was not in good physical condition, he directly carried him and ran.
 The fourth monk entered the temple late, and it was also his first time to watch the temple ceremony.
 His eyes were shining, and he had no doubt about the Dharma of the monk.
 He couldn't wait to see his eldest brother, killing all quarters in the Buddhist field, preaching the Dharma in his heart, and saving all living beings.
 Li Chang smiled and catered to him, and hurriedly followed, but sighed in his heart.
 The essence of the temple ceremony is still a debate of Dharma.
 Thirteen orthodox temples.
 Each temple sent a high monk.
 The challenger of the temple ceremony can be considered a victory if he wins the debate of Dharma against these thirteen high monks.
 The place of the debate of Dharma.
 It is in a place called Buddha Terrace.
 The Buddha Terrace is pyramid-shaped. There is a terrace every thirty-five steps, and there are fourteen terraces in total.
 From the bottom to the top, there is a high monk sitting on each terrace.
 The eleventh, twelfth, and thirteenth terraces are occupied by monks from Changxiang Temple, Luji Temple, and Qizong Temple.
 Sitting high, you can see far, and because of the special structure of the Buddha Terrace, the sound can also be transmitted far.
 Temple rituals in the Buddhist city have existed since ancient times.
 But from ancient times to the present, no one has ever been able to pass through.
 Below the Buddha Terrace.
 Surrounded by people.
 This is the longest temple ritual in history.
 From morning to noon...
 Many people came here because of its reputation, and the bottom was already full of people.
 There were crowds of people.
 Because the Buddha Terrace is so high.
 It can be seen from several miles nearby.
 It is convenient for people to watch.
 At this moment.
 It is high in the afternoon.
 No one expected that this monk from a small temple had climbed to the tenth terrace.
 Facing the three great temples.
 Climbing the three hundred and fifty steps!
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 You have seen the prosperous times when the spiritual energy is rich, the myriad races rise up, and the geniuses are like the stars in the sky. 
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 In this era, some people laugh heartily, some people live in mediocrity, and some people show their true nature. 
 Li Changxiao's talent for cultivation is not good, but he has the Great Dream Immortal Body. Able to control dreams, plant dreams... 
 Just sleeping can increase lifespan. 
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 He became the most special person of this era, the only one who does not have to worry about lifespan and can practice slowly. 
 After the spiritual energy was exhausted for three hundred years, he walked in the mortal world, settled grudges, and watched the clouds rise and fall. 
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 I cut from south to north,
 I cut from white to black,
 I will cut down the thousand mountains and the ten thousand waters,
 I want the world to know who I am!
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 Gu Zhan who wants the whole world to surrender!
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 How to make a bow and arrow?
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 …
 The year 931 of the English calendar.
 My city is rated as the most advanced city in the West.
 The main reason is the steam technology that is subverting the world, the source of emerging technology and chaos.
 It cannot be denied, but this is the case, and there is still an endless stream of people who come to live here.
 This city will always give you a glimmer of hope, whether it is a lie or an illusion, but it’s close at hand, as if it’s within reach, making you forget your life.
 Psychedelic city.
 I am a dreamer.
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 Yet, despite all his efforts, it was already too late to reverse destiny.
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 “Discovered the corpse of an ordinary human, loot to receive Super-strength Pill, extract?”
 “Yes!”
 “Discovered hundred years aged Original Plane corpse, loot to receive Indestructible Golden Body, extract?”
 “Yes!”
 “Discovered the Demonic Body of the Hellbound Domination Emperor, loot to receive Sun-swallowing Cerberus, extract?”
 “Yes!”
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 Su Jinghang said, “You may not believe me, but this invincible power of mine all came from physical labor.”
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 Fang Yi looked at the confused girl standing in front of him. 
 ... 
 "My name is Fang Rou. I live on Earth summoned by heroes. Other heroes (ancestors) are either high-flying knights or immortal cultivators who fly with swords... 
 And my ancestor, he controls the [Haotian God] mecha, holding the [Four Swords of Zhuxian], followed by [Zaohua Wahuang], standing on the left with [Sanqing Daozu], and on the right with [Twelve Ancestral Witches]. He is preparing for a cross-universe expedition and said he wants to fight to the universe where I am... 
 I summoned my ancestors, but it seems that I went to the wrong world! 
 The universe is about to be destroyed, I am so scared..." 
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