"Senior brother, do you really want to put these chairs and tables into Qiankun bags and take them away?" Tang Yun looked at Tang Feng, who was holding the cushion under the old monk and was giggling. He turned to look at the piles of tables and chairs that were piled up in front of him and asked him to take away. He said a little depressedly: "But the size of Qiankun bags is limited, and these are not enough to be filled."

Tang Feng, who was smirking, heard this and looked at Tang Yun angrily and said, "If you can't hold it, just take off these things and pretend for me. These are all money."

He gently opened his eyes and looked at the futons in front of him with rich golden light. Tang Feng murmured in his mouth: "This is a treasure."

Through the books I read before, Tang Feng learned that this world of practice also has legendary magic weapons, magic weapons, and magic weapons, which are divided into two types: magic weapons and treasure weapons.

There are generally two types of magic tools. One is some items that some people with high cultivation have used for a long time. Due to long-term use, these items are slowly immersed in the Buddha Yuan and Dao Yuan, and gradually changed their essence. With spirituality, they can be used by some practitioners. The other is that the material is spirituality itself. Through the forging of some practitioners, practitioners can drive their spirituality, which is a magic weapon.

The magic weapon has a fatal weakness. Because of its limited spirituality, practitioners use it to release the spirituality in it. When the spiritual use is exhausted, it is no different from ordinary items.

There are also two types of treasure tools, which are used by practitioners and some spiritual materials. However, the main difference between treasure tools and magic tools is that their spiritual energy has completely given them the characteristics of life, and can absorb spirituality for self-reinforcement and tempering. Moreover, if there is no destructive destruction during use, it can also be restored. It has transcended the concept of objects and entered the stage of spiritual objects.

There are also differences in treasures. According to the size of spirituality, attack and defense, there are four types: yellow, Xuan, earth and heaven. As for the level of this cushion in front of you, Tang Feng could not judge.

As for the higher level, there are Buddhist instruments and Taoist instruments, and there is little knowledge about them.

The old monk himself is a mind cultivation. In the process of improving the realm, he absorbs a large amount of the energy of heaven and earth to improve it for a short time, rather than ordinary practitioners step by step forward step by step. In the words of Tang Feng: mind cultivation is sudden enlightenment. When the realm is realized, the practice will naturally reach it.

When the old monk was promoted to the Bodhisattva fruit position, he absorbed a large amount of vitality from heaven and earth. When a large amount of vitality was poured into the old monk's body, he immersed a lot of vitality into the furniture around him. Therefore, some things around the old monk had the characteristics of magic tools, and what made Tang Feng even happier was the futon under the old monk's body. Although his eyes looked completely different from ordinary futons, the heavenly eyes saw a series of rich Buddha primordials flowing slowly in it, slowly absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy. This futon already had the characteristics of a treasure.

"If I had known this situation, I would have hung all kinds of small objects on the old monk." Tang Feng threw the cushion to Tang Yun, looked at everything that was empty around him and said, "Junior brother, I think this place is not a place for long-term stay, let's go quickly."

The two figures quickly left the temple gate in the darkness. Tang Feng turned his head to look at the small temple gate that had lived for more than ten years. He turned his head and ran out of the small town with his junior brother who was full of reluctance and fear of the future. He disappeared into the vast world.

Several golden light flashed in the sky, and several monk figures appeared in the air, staring at the little temple in amazement.

"Senior brother, it seems that there are really great monks here to prove the truth. From the fluctuations of the powerful spiritual energy of heaven and earth we just saw, this monk has successfully achieved enlightenment." A slightly young monk closed his eyes at one of them, emitting a rich golden light, and his body was thin and thin, said softly: "I think this monk has at least achieved the Arhat Fruit."

"What is the Arhat Fruit." The golden light in his body slowly converged into his body. The old monk opened his closed eyes, and the light of envy and jealousy flashed through his eyes, and said a little dry: "This monk has entered the Bodhisattva Fruit and has turned into a rainbow."

"What? Bodhisattva fruit position?" The faces of several monks in the air immediately showed shock and shouted in surprise. They looked at the small temple below with burning light. "I didn't expect that this great monk has transcended and entered the realm of deification. If we can get some methods from this temple."

Several monks exchanged their eyes and their figures rushed towards the small temple.

"Senior brother, there is nothing in this." One of the monks looked angry and said with a look of unwillingness to look like something that should belong to him was snatched: "Even some furniture has disappeared, and it seems that someone has taken the lead."

The old monk who closed his eyes again did not move, with golden light on his body flashing, and murmured in his mouth: "It's true that nothing is gone. I see the structure of this temple. It seems that this monk must have the inheritance of disciples. It seems that there are only two, and he is not old. If you ask the residents around you, find out the figures of the two monks, and then announce the various sects, you will say that two little novice monks in our sect will escape from the sect with their treasures. I hope that each sect will support them and must be captured alive."

"Senior brother, wouldn't this tell the two monks of other sects that have treasures? Wouldn't this make some other sects covetous?"

"Hmph, even if there are sects that get it, we can't kill you at least. In this country, which sect dares to fight against our Dachan Temple?" A monk with a stubble and fleshy face appeared in his eyes, and said with a greedy look: "If we really get the practice method of this old man Huahong, then we..."

Hearing the words, the monks around him exchanged their eyes quickly, and immediately closed their hands and said, "Abide by the law of the senior brother."

"Hmph, this is the compassion of you Buddhist practitioners? It's ridiculous, ridiculous." A voice appeared in the night sky, a ragged old Taoist appeared in the air holding a huge wine gourd in his hand, and took a deep sip of wine, with a sarcastic expression in his eyes, saying, "More than ten years ago, all the eight great temple guards in your Da Zen Temple were sent to the Pure Land overnight. I thought your Da Zen Temple could restrain you, but I didn't expect that you would still be so arrogant."

Looking at the Taoist priest in the night sky, several monks looked fearful in their eyes. The old monk with his eyes closed opened his eyes. He looked at the Taoist priest who was still drinking in front of him and said coldly: "Immortal in the wine, although your cultivation is superb, our brothers are not afraid of you. I hope you don't have to worry too much. If you have to worry too much, I think our master will not be happy."

Hearing such words, a sharp light appeared in the eyes of the immortal in the wine, and his eyes were still mocking: "It seems that you are relying on the majesty and arrogance of those old guys who are locked in death. You should also know that the monks who entered the Arhat Fruit are still going to die. After all, the Arhat Fruit Fruit is not a realm of deification. Hum, you are not afraid of the cause and effect you mentioned. It seems that you have not learned the lesson of the last eight Arhats' death overnight."

"The Immortal in the Wine, that is the Abbot of our charity. If you continue to insult our Da Zen Temple like this, our fellow brothers will ask for advice like the donor." The monk with a fat face pulled out a crescent shovel, looked at the Immortal in the Wine with anger and murderous look on his face, and said viciously: "I hope the donor will respect himself."

"Donor? I dare not be a donor to you great monks." The immortal in the wine took another sip of wine, looked at the murderous monks in front of him, shook his head and said, "If you practice or not, everything will be lost."

"Du Kang invited the spring of heaven and earth to make sweet and drunken and carefree. The emperor, ordinary people, Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism. Who can understand the truth and falsehood of the world? The world is true and false, and the gods and Buddhas are all dead bones. I laugh at myself as an immortal in the wine, raise my glass and ask about the vastness!"

The sound of a limerick slowly dissipated in the air, leaving a faint fragrance of wine in the air, and the figure of the immortal in the wine dissipated throughout the air.

"Hmph, this wine fairy is too arrogant. I must teach this guy a lesson next time I meet him." The monk with a fat face said angrily: "If it weren't for the last arhat..., we wouldn't have been like this."

"Junior brother, this time the tracking of these two monks must be done. If our ancestors enter the Bodhisattva realm, our Da Zen Temple will definitely go further in the world of practice. At that time, the so-called immortals in wine. Humph." The old monk looked at the monks around him, and a murderous aura appeared in his eyes and said, "If someone stops us from getting things done, kill me!"
Chapter completed!