Chapter 99 The Flying Talisman from the South China Sea
"The Shurangama Dharma Conference is held every three years, Xu Ming, what are your plans?"
The red-faced monk raised his eyes slightly and asked suddenly.
It is the Lotus Moon now, and in a few days it will be autumn.
And this Shurangama Dharma Assembly happened to be in the first summer of April, when he was trapped in Fenyin City.
In the Vajra Temple, business continues as usual.
According to Xu Hong's gossip, this time, still no one can worship in the Holy Land.
This result was the same as that of the Dharma Assembly three years ago, in which no one was selected.
Based on this calculation, there has been no new blood flowing into the Vajra Holy Land for six full years.
"You must have heard the results of this Shurangama Dharma Conference."
Wuhuai looked at Baizhu, who looked down at him with a silent expression, and said calmly:
"Even if you win, Vajra Temple may not accept you."
"Only..." Bai Shu sighed: "Disciple can only work hard."
"Strive hard."
Wuhuai nodded, his expression also silent: "In a time of troubled times, all we can do is work hard."
With a gentle flick of his hand, the brocade cassock with the seven treasures embedded in it and the shining Buddha's light fell on Baizhu's body.
“One lamp spreads to all lamps, and eventually all lamps shine.”
Before Bai Shu had time to react, he was picked up by a powerful hand and thrown straight outside the hall, under the bright yellow bell.
The big bell raised slightly and covered him in. A loud and solemn sound shook Baizhu until his senses were dizzy. The moment he fainted, he heard a low sigh.
"Xu Ming, I entrust you with a lamp. After all, I hope you will be radiantly bright and clear inside and outside."
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In the solemn sutra hall, after the solemn bell rang, everything returned to silence, and there was no more sound.
I don’t know how long it took, but a ray of light flew from the bottom of the mountain, and the tall and fat monk dispersed the remaining light around him.
He looked at the big yellow bell outside the hall with a complex expression, stepped into the threshold, and bowed down to Wuhuai.
"teacher……"
He shouted, but could no longer say anything, and tears rolled down his eyes.
"More than that!"
Xu Yan shouted sadly and kowtowed heavily.
"Idiot."
He was still in tears after being pulled up by Wu Huai.
"If I still can't break through the realm, my life will be over. What's the use of this body of Taoism?"
Wu Huai slowly closed his eyes and stroked the top of Xu Yan's head:
"By that time, with your foundation and my telepathic elixir, there should be a 50% chance of breaking through the Vajra."
The red-faced monk laughed at himself and looked a little sad:
"It is said that everyone is treated equally, but how can one be without any partiality in his lifetime?
After you have inherited the greatest destiny and become the abbot of Fengshan, you must protect your junior brothers and prevent them from being bullied by others."
"I...I."
Xu Yan's eyes were red and tears kept rolling down his face. He moved his lips for a while, then suddenly leaned down and replied seriously:
"Disciple understands!"
"It's a pity that Xu Ming has the same mentality as mine. Wu Xian entrusted him to me, which also means that Xu Ming will inherit my mantle."
Wuhuai sighed: "It's a pity that I can't see him becoming successful."
"teacher!"
Xu Yan could no longer bear it at this moment: his voice was filled with sadness
"The vajra life span is three hundred, and the teacher still has a full life span of twenty-three years, so why take risks! What's more, with the help of the elders of the Sect, the creature at the foot of Fengshan will definitely be the teacher's possession!"
He hugged Wu Huai’s knees and begged:
"Teacher, why can't you wait a little longer!"
"Even the abbot can hardly control the things under Fengshan Mountain. I couldn't do it before, and I can't do it now."
Wuhuai chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice:
"If I can obtain the good fortune in the South China Sea during this trip, when I return, I can calmly refine his entire body and reach the fifth realm.
If it fails, it will only last for twenty-three years."
"not to mention."
He suddenly felt relaxed and calm:
"How do you know that you can't get the divine artifacts from the South China Sea as a teacher? After all, this trip is just an unknown. Everything is still between the two. There is no need to rush to act like a woman."
Bai Shu didn't know that while he was thinking about it in Batu Caves, a flying talisman came from the South China Sea directly to Fengshan Temple.
It comes from the hands of Mao Xingzi, a master of formations in the world, who has lived in the South China Sea for a long time and has not been in the Central Plains for many years.
When Wuhuai was wandering around the world at a young age, he met Mao Xingzi, who was also a young man.
Throughout life and death, the two have an irreversible friendship.
But more than two hundred years have passed, and you have been sitting in Fengshan, but you have been unable to break through the realm of life.
And the other one is already vaguely the leader of the formation in the world, as famous as the Changshengzi of Ganshan, and is even about to enter the realm of land gods.
There is nothing better than this in life.
Perhaps because he couldn't bear to see his old friend King Kong die of old age, Mao Xingzi discovered a treasure from the upper world at the bottom of the South Sea and immediately informed Wu Huai.
When he was observing with the martial arts eye, he happened to see a divine object in the relics that Wu Huai could use now.
The red-faced monk suppressed the creatures in Fengshan for forty-seven years, but there was still no movement.
If he could obtain the thing left behind in the South China Sea, he would be able to calmly digest the essence of Fengshan's beings and truly enter the fifth realm.
After much thought, Wu Huai finally made up his mind and decided to set off for the South China Sea.
And among the monks in Fengshan, only Xu Yan, who looks like half a son, knows about this decision.
"If I'm lucky enough to come back, everything will be fine. But if something unexpected happens..."
Wuhuai paused, then spoke:
"My master has already condensed all his Taoism into a great induction elixir and placed it in this room. If the body dies, the induction elixir will be full and you can use it."
Before Xu Yan could cry again, Wu Huai glanced at the golden bell outside the palace and spoke in a complicated tone:
"When the time comes, the creature under Feng Mountain..."
He asked Xu Yan to come over to him, and when his lips moved slightly, Xu Yan's expression changed dramatically, and he was uncertain for a moment. After a while, he still nodded heavily.
The tall, fat monk sighed. He looked at the big golden bell outside the hall, and his eyes suddenly fell silent.
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In the golden bell, Baizhu, who was in a state of confusion, fell down from a high altitude. The hard bricks and stones beneath him made him cry out in pain.
He looked around blankly, as if he was in an extremely empty place.
There was not a single figure or voice.
The noisy sky filled with yellow sand hit us head on, bringing with it the unique dry atmosphere of the desert.
Illusion?
Baizhu's heart moved, and his true energy swirled around his body, blocking out the yellow sand.
Looking around, he saw the vast expanse of yellow sand. He frowned slightly and turned into a streak of red light that shot up into the sky.
Under his feet was an infinitely wide square, far better than anything he had ever seen before. It was like a god carrying heavy stone slabs, laid out on the ground bit by bit.
At the end of the square is a magnificent palace.
Bai Shu transformed into a rainbow bridge, dragged out a long red tail, and flew towards the magnificent palace at the end.
After two sticks of incense, Atractylodes atractylodes was pressed down from the cloud head to escape the light.
Its style is simple and simple, far different from the palaces that Bai Zhu has seen before. It is rough and yet contains endless mystery and antiquity.
Inside, there was a burst of gorgeous music.
Bai Shu stepped forward hesitantly, stretched out his hand, and gently pushed open the door.
