"Senior Brother Shenguang, this move is somewhat inappropriate. This group of disciples are not yet strong enough in cultivation.
If you throw yourself into a cave, I'm afraid it will affect your future path."
On the high platform, looking down at the nearly a thousand monks who had just been selected, an old monk couldn't help but speak and said to the host in the middle who was wearing a brocade cassock.
The abbot was above him in terms of cultivation and age, but from the outside, he was an extremely young monk.
He has a handsome appearance, but the cassock that represents the position of host is draped on his body, which should look a little out of place.
But within him, there was a domineering and arrogant attitude that looked down upon the heroes.
Very different from the other monks around him, he held up his cassock.
As soon as the old monk opened his mouth, the other Jiedan elders also rushed to follow.
"Indeed, in the past, the opening of the catacombs was for outstanding disciples who had already ignited the lamp of their hearts.
And they are usually allowed to enter and explore opportunities before they go out to travel and seek opportunities for relics..."
"If the xinxing of these disciples is affected, they will eventually be unable to contain their inner demons and cause them to go on a killing spree.
I don’t know how much chaos will arise…”
"Once the rules are broken, it will be extremely difficult to put them back up again."
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All the Danjie disciples were worried there, and they tried to persuade and explain its shortcomings.
However, the host refuted and analyzed them one by one. It was obvious that he had already prepared the draft and knew what questions they would ask.
"The cave is secretive and unpredictable. Even I am trapped in it, and I may have to be trapped for several days. It does not sound easy."
"But there are spirits in the cave, the formations of the ancestors are arranged, and they have worshiped in this temple.
As long as you can't hold on, you will naturally be teleported out, it's safe..."
"This may be difficult for them, but it is also a rare opportunity..."
"What I, Jinguang Temple, need now is the talents of heaven!"
After rejecting the persuasion of the elders one by one, everyone could tell that the host had made up his mind and could never change it.
It is consistent with everyone's impression of him, which is also the key to his selection as the current host.
I really hope that his style can wipe out hundreds of years of accumulated abuses.
Therefore, when the elders shut up, they may not really agree with what he said, but there was no need to continue to object.
Seeing this scene, the abbot of Jinguang Temple smiled with satisfaction, looked to the right and said to a middle-aged monk.
"Junior brother Huiming, I would like to trouble you to take these juniors into the cave and protect them at the same time."
Monk Huiming was extremely taciturn. Even when asked by the host, he just nodded silently.
He did not release other magic weapons, he just swayed slightly, flew out the inner lamp that he had practiced hard for many years, released the Buddha's light, and lifted himself up to fly towards the newly selected disciples in the audience.
Light and airy, without the slightest hint of fireworks.
The master of Jinguang Temple smiled slightly, also released his heart lamp, raised his finger and made a circle.
The Buddha's light gathered together and turned into a round mirror that was only ten feet square. It was fixed in the air and reflected the faces and figures of Xie Duanyang and others below the stage in every detail.
Then, the screen shattered.
The mirror surface was divided into thousands and turned into thousands of small mirror surfaces, with each disciple as the center.
On both sides of the high platform, the monks from various sects who came to watch the ceremony couldn't help but start whispering to each other when they saw this technique.
"The Divine Light Master's palm-light mirror technique has reached a state of perfection, and I have mastered the three flavors.
It seems that the Ran Deng method has made further progress and will soon create a Nascent Soul..."
"I have long heard that there is a secret realm in Jinguang Temple that is so mysterious and extraordinary that even the great elder of the Randen Buddha Sect personally praised it back then.
Unexpectedly, I can really see it today..."
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"It seems like someone cast a spell to capture my breath and leave."
Seeing the middle-aged monk Yu Guang appearing in front of a group of new disciples, Xie Duanyang appeared to be consistent with the others and listened attentively.
In fact, in my heart, I was thinking secretly.
Just now when the middle-aged monk appeared, a powerful spiritual consciousness descended down along with a mysterious artistic conception, quickly swept over the thousands of new disciples, and quietly extracted the breath.
Except for Xie Duanyang, who had extraordinary spiritual consciousness, none of the other monks noticed it.
The energy in his body surged, and he instinctively wanted to resist and reject its intrusion.
But thinking that this was the main mountain of Jinguang Temple, he relaxed the cover and allowed him to take the silk out.
The opponent's methods are astonishing. Even if he is not the Nascent Soul Ancestor from Jinguang Temple, he will not be much weaker.
Xie Duanyang would not react differently to attract the other party's attention.
There won't be any trouble anyway.
Although there are so many monks in the Jin Dynasty and Taoism is ever-changing, some sects still have the so-called name-calling and cursing technique.
But just a breath of breath can't do much.
While thinking about the reason, Xie Duanyang also secretly sighed. Jinguang Temple seemed to be only in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, but it really had a profound foundation.
Whether it was the ability to capture the energy of thousands of monks at the same time just now, or the mind light escape method of the middle-aged monk, there are many subtleties.
It is far from comparable to the shabby settlement of Dalunji Temple.
"I don't know how long it will take for new disciples to receive these profound Taoist teachings after they start."
But immediately, his mind was attracted by the news mentioned by the middle-aged monk.
"Cave, what is this?"
Xie Duanyang frowned and thought, quickly recalling in his mind the many classics he had searched and read in Dalun Temple.
There is no clear result, except for a few words accidentally mentioned in an essay by a monk from Dalun Temple who did not know how many years ago.
I secretly felt sorry for my poor performance in Jinguang Temple and not being able to spend more time in the secret realm of the underground cave.
Otherwise, even if you cannot continue to practice in Jinguang Temple, you may not be unable to find opportunities to achieve relics after leaving the temple.
There were over a hundred people, all kinds of people.
What's more, there are thousands of disciples here, and some of them have outstanding backgrounds and are related to certain elders of Jinguang Temple.
At that moment, there were disciples who had the same doubts as Xie Duanyang and boldly asked the middle-aged monk about the existence of the so-called "secret realm of the underground cave".
In the past few hundred years, this part of the initiation ceremony had never been heard of.
It's a pity that middle-aged monks are not good at words or people who like to explain more to younger disciples.
Pointing his hand, he directed the Buddha's light and directly sealed the mouths of those who asked questions.
The middle-aged monk had a cold expression on his face, activated the light above his head, and released dozens of huge lotus flowers, which were several feet wide and were purely condensed by Buddha's light.
Each flower held up twenty or thirty monks and flew forward along with it.
After going around seven mountains in a row, I saw that I was almost out of the gate of Jinguang Temple.
This monk finally led the people and dropped them at the foot of a certain mountain.
There are tall towers and stone tablets all around. Not only does it occupy a lot of space, it is also the location of Jinguang Temple's stupa and tomb, where many accomplished Buddhist practitioners are buried.
To be honest, Xie Duanyang has never seen many serious monks after he entered Taoism, and quite a few died at his hands.
When I saw it now, I couldn't help but take a closer look.
Then I saw some clues.
The formation of the pagoda here is actually similar to that of the nine-story Sutra Pavilion in Dalun Temple.
It's just that one used Buddhist talismans, but this one used Buddha's corpse bones.
The monks absorb the spiritual ideas of heaven and earth, temper their bodies, and after successful cultivation, the physical body is full of spiritual energy, and in the eyes of demon cultivators, it is the best spiritual material.
Whether it is absorbing the essence of flesh and blood or using it to refine corpses, it has many wonderful uses.
Although Buddhism rarely uses such cruel methods, its efficiency is much higher.
As for the surrounding steles, towers, etc., they are also not mortal objects, but magical weapons, and the foundations are also high-level magical weapons.
Xie Duanyang even saw two or three artifacts suspected of being magic weapons, which were placed in the tomb.
Originally, magic weapons needed to be cared for and refined from time to time. After losing their original owner, they would gradually lose their power.
The successor must erase the original owner's mark and successfully re-sacrifice it before it can be restored.
However, most of the Randen Buddhist Sect, Jinguang Temple, etc. practice the Randen method, or other methods compiled and created based on it, which have the same origin as each other.
Coupled with the operation and nourishment of the grand formation, these magic weapons did not fall down in rank after the original owner sat down and were still shining with strong aura.
The handwriting is so great that compared with it, Dalun Temple Sutra Pavilion seems too shabby.
"Follow me closely, don't take a single step, otherwise it will cause changes in the Vajra Demon-Suppressing Formation. Even if the ancestor of this temple takes action, we will not be able to save you in time!"
Although the distance is not that far, taking a thousand people with him to escape at once would be a heavy burden on the middle-aged monk.
Returning the lotus flowers to the Buddha's light and taking them back into the heart lamp one by one, the middle-aged monk finally said a few more words and warned solemnly.
Half of them were told by these new disciples, and the other half were told by the outside monks who came to watch the ceremony on the high platform.
The secret realm of the underground cave is the foundation of the Jinguang Temple. Like other elders, he actually feels that there is something wrong with the operation of the divine light, and the secrets should not be revealed to outsiders.
After saying that, he secretly adjusted his breath for a moment, and felt that the magic power was running smoothly. The middle-aged monk took off the lotus token from his waist, and did not even use the lightening technique. He just led the way step by step.
But the heart lamp outside him flickered on and off, catering to the changes in Tallinn's formation.
After walking for almost half an hour, we finally reached the center of Tallinn.
Everyone felt that their eyes suddenly opened up, and no more tombs or other inscriptions could be seen.
There is no grass growing within a radius of tens of feet, except for a majestic tall monument rising from the ground, with a flat and smooth surface without a single word on it.
This is it.
The middle-aged monk's expression became more serious, he raised his heart lamp and threw the lotus token in unison.
The token landed squarely on the indentation on the head of the monument, and it was exactly the same.
Suddenly there is a light flow on the surface of the wordless stele, like water waves, with a few faint ripples.
As for the heart lamp, it passed directly through the ripples and submerged into the monument.
As it tilted, the giant monument split open in the middle, revealing a deep passage.
The stone steps extend downward, I don't know how deep they are.
"I have opened the secret realm gate. It can only last for one stick of incense at most. Why don't you hurry up and get in!"
Looking at the group of new disciples who had different expressions but none of them chose to enter, the middle-aged monk showed his face unwaveringly, waved his sleeves lightly, swept the two of them into the group one after another, and warned them in a cold voice.
It seems that if these people don't take the initiative, he has great intention of sending them in directly.
This move fell in the eyes of those expatriate Taoist friends and couldn't help but cause joyful laughter.
"I haven't seen you for a long time. Fellow Taoist Huiming is still so angry. Why should he be so harsh when talking to these children?"
"I heard that the ancestor of the Noble Sect was ordered to face the wall for twenty years because Taoist friend Huiming was still angry and could not control his anger.
Now it seems that not only has it failed, but the anger has become even more intense?"
"Given Taoist friend Huiming's qualifications and temperament, I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to significantly improve his Deng Deng mentality.
It would be better to practice the Wrathful Vajra Dharma of the same Buddhism, maybe you can make a thousand miles in one step and create a Nascent Soul as soon as possible."
The monks watching the ceremony were joking, but in fact they had already secretly separated their minds and watched everyone's reactions and encounters in the heart light mirror.
In the darkness, Xie Duanyang did not rashly release fireballs, light spells, or take out moonstones to illuminate. Instead, he only looked around with his eyes that could see in the dark.
When they came in, the information that the middle-aged monk Huiming told them through a message appeared, and they analyzed it based on the surrounding environment.
Outside, when he saw the barren ground outside the wordless monument, he secretly noticed something.
Here, there seemed to be a faint trace of demonic energy, but it was eliminated by the Buddha's will in the formation and could not be retained at all.
In this situation where the two forces of Buddha and Demon are conflicting and canceling each other out, how can any vegetation survive?
I am afraid that only a few exotic flowers and plants that can ignore the harsh environment can exist.
The demonic energy is so weak that ordinary monks cannot detect it at all.
But in the past two years, Xie Duanyang has been practicing the demonic energy in the bone relics and the blood river flag, which can be said to be almost routine.
There is no reason that cannot be recognized.
However, although the Blood River Flag and the Bone Relics are magic weapons, their ritual methods are still more sinister and cruel.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Even though the demonic energy here is shallow, it is much purer than what is carried in the bone relics and the Blood River Flag.
When he contacted the middle-aged monk again, Vacuum mentioned that the formation here was called the Vajra Demon Subduing Formation.
It is easy for Xie Duanyang to think of certain things.
The idea of this formation is very similar to his method of refining magic weapons with the help of the power of the heart lamp.
"It's not like you're so lucky."
He complained secretly in his heart.
"I just want to come and worship in Jinguang Temple. When I find the Mingwang Jue, I will turn around and leave. I just want to leave safely and don't want to cause any trouble."
But inevitably, Xie Duanyang also became very interested.
After so many years of being suppressed by the Vajra Demon Subduing Formation, it was time for him to die.
However, it is unknown what kind of things are suppressed inside, and it can actually release a faint demonic energy and cause chaos.
At this level, I am afraid that I have already broken through to the realm of divine transformation that almost no one can break through since the war between good and evil, the spiritual energy has exhausted.
How could Xie Duanyang not be excited about this?
Maybe we can observe a little bit about what special talents and performances these monks have that make them unique.
In this way, when Xie Duanyang breaks through to become a god in the future, these experiences will undoubtedly enable him to achieve the goal in one step.
There is no need to be like Han Li and cultivate to the late Nascent Soul stage early.
But he had to waste hundreds of years outside this pass, waiting for the True Yang Water to be refined before he dared to practice the "True Secret of Yuanci" to become a god.
After observing for half a quarter of an hour and confirming that there was no danger here, Xie Duanyang suddenly made a move and released his heart lamp, illuminating a space of several feet in radius.
The underground is extremely vast and has its own mysteries.
Thousands of people traveling together entered at about the same time, but were transported to different places, isolated from each other and unable to meet.
Xie Duanyang raised his head and looked around. He was in a place similar to a stone chamber, or a passage.
The heart lamp only illuminates a few feet in a radius. It's not that he lacks magic power, but that the Buddha's light a little further away acts as a barrier, preventing him from going elsewhere.
"I wonder if there are other new disciples behind the barrier."
Although I was eighty-nine percent convinced of my heavy guess, with my own strength, it seemed that it would not be difficult to break through the barrier and join the others.
But Xie Duanyang did not do this. Instead, he withdrew his consciousness and focused on the stone wall in front of him.
But when you look at it, there is not a single word, but the picture is neatly depicted with extremely rich and delicate brushes.
After writing down the murals one by one, Xie Duanyang closed his eyes, dozens of pictures spinning around in his mind like a revolving lantern.
However, it was broken and reorganized one by one.
After all, most of the people sent in by Jinguang Temple today are Qi training disciples with limited wisdom, so it is impossible for them to be as difficult and obscure as the Wordless Book.
Xie Duanyang immediately opened his eyes, held up his fingers like flowers, and gently popped them out.
The light of fire was brought up and hit the Buddha's light barrier at the edge of the stone chamber.
There is no need to rely on the power of the Taixu Mirror. With Xie Duanyang's cultivation experience, he can easily tell at a glance that this mural records the basic magic of Taoism and Buddhism.
It is spread in the Sutra Pavilion of Dalun Temple and in many markets outside. It can be said to be very common.
It's just that the murals are slightly different from the outside. Some places are simple and some are a little complicated.
The combination of several subtle differences ultimately resulted in the power of this spell being significantly different.
The Buddha's light barrier burst at the opportunity, and the field of vision suddenly expanded nearly twice.
At the same time, there appeared in front of Xie Duanyang a young monk who couldn't find his direction, just like a headless fly running around in a hurry.
This chapter has been completed!