The old monk holding a nine-ring tin staff and Zen staff has a clear face. He is dressed in bright yellow monk robes and a bright red cassock, and his face has a dark golden color.

Solemn, sacred, perfect...

Baizhu's pupils shrank slightly, and there was a different aura in the old monk.

Different from the innocent body of the heavenly body, the body of the old monk is a complex but domineering thing, more like a sharp Buddha blade. In addition to being sacred, it also has murderous intent.

"master……"

"roll."

"Oh..." Wuhui nodded obediently, hugged the leftover roast chicken as if he had been granted amnesty, and ran out the door happily.

"Old Ana Zhou, who served as the head of the Bodhi Courtyard, was the teacher of that evil beast Wu Hui."

The old monk looked at Baizhu and said: "Xu Ming, the abbot wants to see you, I will take you to see him!"

He glanced at the pure light on Bai Zhu's body and spoke in admiration:

"Wuxianyin, although it is a rough prototype, has its own unique interest, and the idea is worth studying."

The old monk chuckled lightly, and without waiting for Bai Shu to join his hands and salute, he turned into a golden rainbow and flew away.

Bai Shu did not dare to neglect, and quickly rode up the rainbow, following behind the old monk.

Looking down from Qingming, I can see the brilliant light of Wanzhang Zen.

Hundreds of green mountains soar into the sky, majestic and majestic. There are waterfalls in the mountains, falling three thousand feet, springs flying, and misty light shining on the mountains. It is extremely magnificent.

There are Zen temples, pagodas, and scriptures standing all over the place. They are sacred and boundless. The Zen light is shining, holy and solemn. The long roar of the big bell is spreading from there.

This is a pure land of Buddha land, so vast that even the eyes of Shura cannot exhaust it.

Every grass and tree in the mountain, every brick and stone in the pagoda, all contain boundless and profound light, which is full of Buddha nature and should not be underestimated.

Above the sea of ​​clouds, Bai Shu, who was flying in the distance, looked down at the ancient temples in the mountains, feeling in a trance.

All of this is the same as the scene in the Nine Numbers Yuanlian.

Ran Zhou glanced at Baizhu, who was secretly absent-minded, smiled, and simply stopped escaping and stopped moving forward.

He glanced at the vast Buddha's light under the sea of ​​clouds, and suddenly said to Bai Shu: "How?"

"It just feels like deja vu." Bai Shu paused, shook his head and said, "It feels like I've been to this place before."

"I don't know how you managed to reincarnate in a small world, but you are probably the first person in history."

Ran Zhou looked at the scene of the Vajra Temple with bodhisattvas all over the ground and the auspiciousness of a dragon, and smiled:

"It's good to have an impression. You will eventually understand all the past events one day."

"Maybe..." Bai Zhu murmured.

The two stood in Qingming for a while, the clouds beside them were as thin as smoke, the wind was gentle and no longer making any noise.

"Your magical power..."

Suddenly, Ran Zhou turned his third eye, scanned Atractylodes macrocephala, frowned and said:

"You have too few magical powers. No wonder this No-Phase Seal has such a high intention but has such a heavy backlash! Have you ever learned the magic of turning stone into gold and turning the ground into steel?"

"I haven't learned anything."

Seeing Zhou's sudden change of subject, Bai Shu was stunned at first, then shook his head: "But I saw Master Wuhui used his finger to turn the ground into steel."

When he was still in Fenyin City, Wuhui used the technique of turning the ground into steel with his fingers, locking the demons in the four realms in the Sword Washing Pond.

Recalling that at that time, he was still hiding behind Xie Fanjing and was in fear all day long for fear of being killed.

At that time, the strongest human demon in Fenyin City was only a mere four-level cultivation level...

How can it be difficult for me now to kill the four realms?

As soon as he thought of this, even though the old monk was standing in front of him, Baizhu's eyes flickered slightly for an instant.

All these changes have occurred in just a few years...

"It refers to turning the ground into steel and turning stones into gold. This type of magic can never be separated from the word creation."

Then Zhou suddenly stretched out a finger and drew a circle:

"I have also heard Ran Qing's narration about your No-Phase Seal. Just understand the name and understand all the phases. They are the perfect color phase, sound phase, fragrance phase, taste phase, touch phase, life and residence, bad phase, and male phase.

The ten shapes of the female phase...can eliminate these ten phases, and you can defeat the immortals without the creation skills in the phase seal!"

Ran Xu sighed regretfully: "But these ten signs are easy to say, but difficult to do."

"What should disciples do?"

Baizhu, who was in the five-colored light, suddenly leaned forward and sincerely asked for advice.

"During this period, before convening a Dharma assembly and giving you the Dharma name, there will be someone in the temple who will teach you the art of creation and Zen sutras. I am proficient in it. From now on, I will be the one who lectures you on sutras.

Playing a thousand tunes and then hearing the sound, observing a thousand swords and then recognizing the weapon, these are all essential if you want to create your own magical power."

At this moment, the circle drawn by Ran Zhou's hand actually solidified into a solid object.

It was a golden circle, shining brightly in the light and suspended in mid-air.

"You're even confused about this little art of creation. How did Shenzu teach you?"

Seeing Bai Shu's surprised look, Ran Zhou put his hands into his sleeves and sighed:

"Your magical powers are too few, too shallow, and far from being erudite. It's hard for you to figure out this signless seal."

Bai Zhu froze when he heard this, and couldn't help but smile helplessly in his heart.

"How do you feel about returning to the temple?"

Then Zhou raised his head, and a smile slowly appeared on his dark golden face. His eyes were like golden lamps, making Baizhu dare not look into them.

"Wu Ming, I haven't seen you for a long time."

"Am I really ignorant?" Bai Shu calmed down and asked complexly: "Everyone says that I am ignorant. If I am really ignorant, how could I not know anything about those things in the past?"

"Wu Ming..." Bai Shu spread his hands and smiled silently: "Who is he?"

"Buddha, Zen Master, the first person to practice swordsmanship in eight thousand years... Naturally, because he is a figure in the Southern Zen Sect."

Ran Zhou raised his hand and destroyed the golden circle in front of him:

"We also incurred a lot of debt."

"debt?"

"Longyuan Li Family, Fuqiu Mountain, Wuwandou Family, Qingshen Temple, Daluo Island..."

Then Zhou read out a dozen names one after another, and Baizhu's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.

"Is it all my fault?" Bai Zhu said cautiously.

"Ninety percent of them are the old enemies of the King Kong Temple. You know, as a large temple is bound to have disputes, they were defeated in Nanzheng, but in Beiwei and Xichu..."

However, Zhou patted Baizhu on the shoulder, and it was self-evident.

"Then why are you causing trouble for me?" Bai Zhu was silent.

"You are destined to be a saint in the upper three realms. Those enemies of Buddha have no reason to ignore you!"

Bai Shu continued to remain silent. He and Ran Zhou looked at each other. The old monk was still smiling and calm.

"You have killed the two Holy Masters of Fuqiu Mountain, and the previous head of the Longyuan Li family was also killed by you. By the way, you also killed a woman. The wife of Duke He of Jiejing Mountain died under your sword... I

It’s only yesterday that I found out that you actually had a grudge against Mr. He.”

Ran Zhou thought for a moment and continued:

"These guys should be more cruel to you!"

"...What's the difference!"

Baizhu suddenly felt powerless and his heart was filled with despair.

"King Kong Temple is a dignified Southern Zen sect, so don't lose your morale in vain!"

Ran Zhou shook his monk's robe and laughed and said:

"When you become a saint, I, the Vajra Temple, will build a Buddhist kingdom on earth, exhale and raise your eyebrows!"

"...I really can't laugh." Bai Shu reluctantly twitched his lips: "We...don't have any allies?"

"Of course there is."

"What about them?"

"It's all secret revenge. On the surface, no one dares to touch you, but secretly, it's hard to say. Not only you, Wu Xian, the mysterious truth of King Kong, there are hundreds of assassinations, big and small.

It’s time.”

Seeing Bai Shu's sad face, Zhou comforted himself and explained:

"Look, can't they live well?"

"Aren't we going to assassinate the saints of those sects?" Baizhu, who simply broke the pot and threw it, spread his hands: "Being passively beaten is not the right way to do it."
To be continued...