After having an experience of fighting in the same realm, and the gap in combat power between the two was not big, the relationship between Si Xuan and Jin Chanzi, Sakyamuni's beloved disciple, was further improved.

They found an ordinary ancient star in this star field, and then they understood the law and discussed the Tao. During this period, Si Xuan and Jin Chanzi fought several times, and the Taoist thunder faced the six-character mantra, Yungeng Demon Monument

The battle between the Rakshasa Dharma image, no matter what the winner is, it is just a method to judge the law and confirm each other.

The dragon girl listened to the sermon. She was still unable to keep up with the small realm, but the ancient royal daughter's understanding was definitely not inferior to anyone. She could not only understand some legal principles in the discussion of the two, but also participate occasionally.

Come in, use the dragon method to confront Si Xuan or Jin Chanzi.

"Boom!"

"Click!"

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"

On this day, the sky lights on the ancient star where the three of them were located, and there were also thunder flashes, as if two giant mountains and the infinite Buddha Kingdom were rising and falling in the sea of ​​thunder and singing.

The sky light fell, and there was the appearance of the goddess of the nine heavens flying in the sky, the scene of the evil ghosts eating people, and there were also holy Buddhist instruments with ever-changing changes, Zen staff, cassocks, divine pestles, and Huaguan... Each one was in the Buddha's Heavenly Light

The true form is revealed.

The sea of ​​thunder roared, the distant sea of ​​thunder was golden, but the purest golden color evolved into various divine appearances, the divine peng with a wingspan of thousands of miles, the colorful peacock, the majestic and sacred golden ash... many Buddha beasts

The Dharma image is shocking.

Si Xuan and Long Nu stood under the protection of Wan Longling and watched the earth-shaking supreme saint disaster together!

"What a perfect Buddhist, Jin Chanzi, who is indeed a natural Buddha seed. Such a saintly heavenly tribulation is enough to scare a large number of people to death." The dragon girl wrapped her arms around her chest, staring at the sea of ​​thunder in the holy tribulation.

The metamorphosis of Jin Chanzi sighed.

"We three talked about the Tao for a month. This guy actually skipped the accumulation process for many years and became a saint." Si Xuan also looked helpless. He gained a lot this time. He had already slid his palms while sliding.

It began to stimulate the Holy Power of the Taiyin in the universe, but Jin Chanzi obviously gained even more.

The monk's instrument was a purple-gold sacred bowl, brilliant and magnificent, placing it above the head of the Golden Cicadazi, floating in the midst of thousands of heavenly light and endless Buddha thunder.

Although the color of this bowl is purple gold, it is not entirely made of divine scars and purple gold, but is mixed with another kind of divine material that is difficult to find in the universe.

"The bowl made by the Divine Scar Purple Gold and Nine Heavens Xirang, this kind of divine material really exists?" Si Xuan frowned. Xirang had appeared in his Dao-killing Tribulation. It was just a small piece and it turned into a new one."

Making a sacred mountain that towers into the clouds, Nine Heavens Xirang is definitely a divine material that can make imperial weapons.

This precious Buddhist weapon and Jin Chanzi experienced the same kalpa, and gradually developed the artistic conception of a holy weapon under the great kalpa of the saint.

"Look, the great catastrophe has changed. In the thunder catastrophe, there is the power of faith gathering and manifesting... two mountains!" The dragon goddess's eyes flashed, and suddenly pointed to the sky above the Jinchanzi, exclaiming.

"Huh? The power of sentient beings simulated by the thunder tribulation?" Si Xuan was surprised and looked at Jin Chanzi's thunder sea seriously. There were two sacred mountains gradually becoming clearer. They were all shining with Buddha's light and could not see the peak.

Anyone who knows Amitabha Buddha and Sakyamuni can see that the two Foshans are Mount Sumeru and Mount Ling, which are majestic and tall, and are the place where the two masters of Buddhism practice.

Jin Chanzi is now facing the joint suppression of these two mountains, and infinite sky light shines. Each Buddha light can easily take the life of a great king. Even if Si Xuan is not transformed into a saint, it will be difficult for him to be in the great world.

I have persisted for too long under the disaster.

"Om!"

Fortunately, Jin Chanzi had transformed. His body was filled with rich holy power, his tongue was fighting against the lotus, and his mouth was spitting out pearls. A Buddhist chant called Zen actually calmed down the two Foshans in the sky for half a breath.

"Ma! Mi! Ba! Ni! Hum!"

The other five Buddha sounds of the six-character mantra roared out from Jin Chanzi's mouth, shaking the void and colliding with the two Foshans!

Si Xuan and Long Nu watched the scenes of Jin Chanzi passing the tribulation. With the flashing eyes of the divine eyes, they wanted to completely record the great tribulation. Not every time the genius of this level has the fate to see it. The opportunity is really precious.

It is of great reference value for the two geniuses.

Jin Chanzi's purple gold Xilan bowl was split and cracked again and again during the great disaster, but healed quickly. Gradually, Buddhist scriptures were imprinted on the bowl, with six-character heavenly sounds and the emperor of Amitabha Buddha.

The sutras, including the Sutras of Shakyamuni, emerged one by one.

The bowl is not uncommon in Buddhism. It is a tool for spreading scriptures and Dharma. Many ancient sages and ancient Buddhas like to imprint scriptures on the bowl. Jin Chanzi is doing this.

In the end, an obscure Buddhist scripture appeared in the center of the bowl, not inferior to any great emperor or quasi-emperor, but it shook the void, and Si Xuan also had to stop and watch it carefully.

That was Jin Chanzi's own sutra, which carried his path. Perhaps it was not as precious as the Amitabha Sutra, nor as brilliant as the Buddha's Mahayana Buddhism, but it was the most suitable for him.

"This method of forging tools... refining my literary and literary scriptures and my teachings is indeed a masterpiece. Is it true that any wise wise man on earth created the method?" Si Xuan stared at the words engraved with the soul and body in the thunder tribulation.

Jin Chanzi felt that the light of inspiration flashed and had a lot of thoughts about his sainthood.

"Namo Shakyamuni Buddha! My path has been accomplished!"

Several hours passed, and Jin Chanzi's scriptures were tempered. He yelled the Buddha's name loudly, his voice full of joy and emotion.

The scriptures have a total of 128 characters, not written in any of the known words, but a hieroglyphic character. Each character is like a golden cicadazi himself, meditating, practicing, or

He was holding a bowl to suppress demons and begging for alms...

"rumble!"

These 28 pictographic Buddhist scriptures are very strange. Once formed, the purple gold Xilan bowl seems to have become the center of the universe, rushed to the sky, and directly swallowed everything in the sea of ​​thunder. The originally riotous universe

In an instant, only Jin Chanzi was left.

"Ding Ding!"

There was a sound of Buddha in the void, a lotus bloomed, the sky celebrated and the earth celebrated, and countless magical flowers emerged.

Jin Chanzi sat at the center of this vision, with a solemn appearance and a Buddha's light exposed. The wisdom canopy and purple gold bowl that were born with his practice gradually blended with each other and became perfect step by step.

A few hours later, he stood up, and all the colorful flowers under his feet retreated, leaving only a three-foot golden lotus, which turned into a small boat in the void and came to Si Xuan.

"Congratulations to the monk Jin Chanzi, for his many years of practice, you can now be called a Bodhisattva and a holy monk." Si Xuan looked at Jin Chanzi with extremely complete temperament, and couldn't help but reveal a little envy in his expression. Congratulations.

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"Congratulations." The dragon girl obviously didn't have as many sluts as Si Xuan, so she just stepped forward and congratulated her.

"If it's not the case, it's a blessing for the two donors to help me. Otherwise, even if I have accumulated it in recent years, I may not have dared to overcome such a tribulation!" Jin Chanzi saluted Si Xuan solemnly.

"You are welcome, Si also took advantage of your tribulation and learned two tricks to promote each other!" Si Xuan walked forward and shook hands with the monk and said.

His words are sincere. Jin Chanzi's last step to condense this method of self-simplification. I don't know whether it is an ancient method or a Buddhist habit, but it is indeed a little touched by Si Xuan.

Although he could not say that the method of passing the saint's tribulation was dark, he did not want to repeat his father or anyone else's method. Now that he has watched the Jinchanzi pass the saint, he only feels that the spiritual platform is unobstructed and many spiritual lights are surging out.

"That's good. Mr. Si and the monk can be regarded as friends of the great way. I hope they can promote each other and make progress together in the future." Jin Chanzi took back Sakyamuni's forbidden weapon and held his bowl with one hand.
Chapter completed!