Zhuge Buliang hesitated for a while and nodded.

The poor monk laughed, recited the Buddha's name lightly, and said, "Since that's the case, I can now go around Qianye City and go to the palace in the center of the city to find the old monk."

After saying that, the poor monk suddenly became weak and then disappeared in front of Zhuge Buliang.

"What! Afterimage?" Zhuge Buliang was surprised and looked at the place where the poor monk disappeared. He had no idea how the other party left. It should not be as simple as the afterimage produced by moving at high speed.

"Is it because of the external transformation?" Zhuge Buliang thought of the move of the ancestor of the monster beast.[

Qianye City is an ancient city that has been around for thousands of years, but it is still crowded with people. There are many cultivators coming and going, and many disciples from the Immortal Sect are interspersed with them. Zhuge Buliang was careful, but fortunately he did not see a wanted order about him here.

Although this place is also in the southern region, it is still far from Taiyi Immortal Sect.

After walking around the city, the buildings here were quite stylish. Finally, Zhuge Buliang came to the center of the city. He looked up and saw that in the sky, the demon-subduing pestle exuded a golden glow, hovering over Qianye City.

In front of me is a golden palace, with a large fighting golden seal floating above the palace. It is better to say that it is a magnificent temple with one click than a palace.

At this time, a handsome little Shani had fair skin, his hands were folded together, and a string of crystal clear Buddhist beads hung on his white wrist. He looked at him with a pair of smart big eyes and looked around.

"Uh Amitabha." Zhuge Buliang walked to Xiao Shani and recited the Buddha's name.

"Are you the one you are looking for by Master?" Xiao Shani looked up and down at Zhuge Buliang.

"At the time, a poor and difficult master asked me to come here to find him." Zhuge Buliang said.

"Oh, that's right. Master wants me to pick you up. I've been waiting for half an hour to hit you, why did you arrive?" Xiao Shani pouted and said dissatisfied.

Zhuge Buliang was about to explain, but heard the little Shani say, "Okay, don't be too slow. Master is waiting for you, come with me."

As he said that, Xiao Shani turned around and walked towards the magnificent temple. Zhuge Buliang followed behind and walked into the temple. It was magnificent and quite grand. There were statues of golden-body Arhats and the statues of the Ming King standing on both sides, which added a little more pressure.

As soon as he entered this temple, Zhuge Buliang immediately heard the sound of Sanskrit singing coming from around him. It seemed that he had really come to a Buddhist Pure Land.

"It's really unbelievable that the monk's clothes and clothes were actually living in such a bold place." Zhuge Buliang thought to himself.

Finally, Xiao Shani took Zhuge Buliang to a temple: "Master is inside." As he said that, he walked in, without any politeness, as if he was entering his own room.

When the door left, there was another world inside, which was a valley with beautiful mountains and rivers, waterfalls and springs, and flowers competing for beauty.

Zhuge Buliang was not surprised. When Xiao Shani's door entered, she felt a strange fluctuation.

In a pavilion in the middle of the valley, a monk in gold was standing, with a solemn appearance and Buddha light on his head. He exuded a Buddha's breath, as if a golden arhat stood there. Instead of folding his hands together, he carried his hands on his back and looked at the scenery of the valley in front of him.

When Zhuge Buliang saw this monk, he was surprised. Judging from his appearance, he should be the poor monk who had talked to him before. But at this moment, he was radiant. Not only did he have a significant change in temperament, but his body also had a tattered monk's robe, which turned into a gold suit.

"This" Zhuge Buliang was dazzling.[

"My friend, are you surprised?" the poor monk laughed.

Zhuge Buliang smiled bitterly and said, "To be honest, I met the master twice, but I felt completely different."

"That's natural. What I saw before was just a transformation of the old monk." The poor monk said. Suddenly, he formed a Buddha seal with his hands, and light of two colors, one gold and one black, surged out of his body.

Among them, the golden streamer turned into a monk with his hands folded and dressed in rags, which was the image of poverty and difficulty that Zhuge Buliang had seen before.

The black ink flowed into a ferocious and vicious head, with a green face and fangs, emitting a fierce aura all over his body, and there was even a demonic cloud tumbling above his head.

A Buddha son full of Buddha nature and a vicious and evil head.

These are the two great incarnations of poor monks.

"brush!"

Both gods disappeared, and the poor monk laughed and said, "What you talked to before was one of the incarnations of me, the old monk."

"Hehehe, that's amazing. The master's Buddhist skills are very powerful. I am Master's personal disciple, and now I can summon a clone." Xiao Shani on the side laughed.

"Xiaoyun, you go down first. I have something to talk to this little friend." Polygon waved his hand.

"Oh" Xiaoyun nodded reluctantly and left obediently.

Only the poor monk and Zhuge Buliang were left in the pavilion. But the poor monk seemed to have no intention of speaking first, but just looked at Zhuge Buliang with a smile.

However, Zhuge Buliang could only say first: "Master, you said before, why don't I know what kind of Buddhist treasures I have?"

The poor monk suddenly laughed and said nothing, but Zhuge Buliang's chest was a little bit, and Zhuge Buliang's clothes were suddenly broken. On his chest, a paper talisman appeared. The paper talisman seemed to be connected with Zhuge Buliang's flesh and blood, and black spells appeared on it, like small snakes.

“Master, this is you”

The poor monk smiled and said, "The mantra on it is used by my Buddhists."

"Buddhist mantra!" Zhuge Buliang said unexpectedly. He subconsciously thought of the black gourd containing the extreme fire of Yin and Yang. Could it be the treasure of Buddhists caused by poor monks? That gourd?

The poor monk said: "This mantra is caused by the old monk, at least 20,000 years ago, because the old monk once saw this mantra in a Buddhist ruin, and also heard some legends about this mantra."

Seeing Zhuge Buliang silent, the poor monk continued, "It should be more than 20,000 years ago that a legendary figure appeared in Buddhism, but for some reason he fell into the path of demons and turned into a demon monk. However, his cultivation was indeed terrifying. At that time, the three rumored immortals invited him to fight him, but he broke his neck and beat the three immortals to death. The original cultivation of this demon monk was almost comparable to that of the Immortal Emperor."

"Immortal Emperor?" Zhuge Buliang frowned.

The poor monk said: "I also heard the title of Immortal Emperor from some rumors. It is said that in a very distant era, there was a man who had a great cultivation level. He was born in chaos and was born and raised in the earth. Later, he opened up the ancient fairyland and was the master of this world."[

Upon hearing this, Zhuge Buliang was shocked and founded the master of the Immortal Realm. Who was that person? But what surprised him even more was the demon monk mentioned by the poor monk. He could compare with this immortal emperor, and his cultivation was probably a heaven-descending existence.

"Of course, rumors are rumors after all. No one of us has seen them with his own eyes, and even the appearance of people like the Immortal Emperor can be confirmed. What kind of strength does the demon monk have 20,000 years ago have? No one in this era has seen them. Maybe it is just a rumor."

"There is no groundless thing in the world." Zhuge Buliang said so.

The poor monk nodded and said, "The legend about the Immortal Emperor is so emptiness and ethereal. However, that demon monk does exist. Before you came, you also saw the demon-subduing pestle guarding the sky above Qianye City. This Buddha treasure was left by the demon monk at that time."

"Oh!?" This surprised Zhuge Buliang.

"Although the demon monk fell into the path of demons, he was the first Buddhist practitioner in history to combine Buddha nature and demon nature." The poor monk said, and finally he pointed to the black mantra on Zhuge Buliang's chest and said, "This mantra is the mantra that the demon monk had unique to him."

Zhuge Buliang touched the paper talisman on his chest that was connected to his flesh and blood. This paper talisman looked like a Taoist talisman used by Taoism, but unexpectedly came from Buddhism.

"By this alone, can I conclude that there is a Buddhist treasure in me?"

"Of course not." The poor monk said: "About five hundred years ago, the old monk had obtained something left by the demon monk, as if it was part of a magic weapon. When you arrived, the old monk clearly felt that the aura emitted from your body was exactly consistent with the incomplete magic weapon left by the demon monk in my hand."

Zhuge Buliang stopped talking, but fell into deep thought. He was considering whether the black gourd on his body was the magic weapon left by the demon monk back then.

"The old monk is the lord of Qianye City. All the cultivators who entered Qianye City cannot escape the old monk's eyes." The poor monk added.

"Master, can you let me take a look at the incomplete magic weapon in your hand?" Zhuge Buliang looked at the poor monk.

The poor monk was not artificial, nodded without hesitation, and his palm was in a pool, and a palm-sized awl appeared in his palm, all over, black. But there was a ferocious Arhat carved on it.

"kindness"

At this moment, Zhuge Buliang groaned and felt a burning air flowing in his body. The black gourd that was originally brought into his body flew out on its own and rotated above Zhuge Buliang's head.

"This is" the poor monk stared at the black gourd without blinking, and said, "It must be impossible to be wrong. This aura is the same as the thing in my hand in the old monk. It seems that the two are one."

"The master should be the gourd stopper." Zhuge Buliang judged that the black awl would just fit if it stuck to the gourd mouth.

The poor monk raised his hand to touch the black gourd, but at this moment, a yin and yang energy wrapped the black gourd. The poor monk quickly retreated and looked at his palms, and there was a large burn in his eyes.

"Master, sorry." Zhuge Buliang said apologetically and quickly took back the gourd.

"My friend, is it yin and yang fire here?" The poor monk looked solemn.
Chapter completed!