The old monk has a dark golden complexion and a solemn appearance, like a sacred and awe-inspiring Arahant.
Countless light groups surrounded him, immeasurable power and virtue. The old monk suddenly stopped chanting sutras and preaching Zen, looked at Baizhu in confusion, and let out a soft sigh of surprise.
The abbot of Kongoji Temple, the master of the Buddhist lineage of Southern Zen - the self-contemplation monk!
The master of the Southern Zen Sect has a dark golden complexion, and it is precisely because he has reached perfection in practice that he has attained the golden body of an Arhat.
and, these two magical powers are both the foundation of King Kong Temple’s Zhenzong, and are the supreme method of physical sanctification.
However, it is difficult to prove the celestial body. In comparison, the golden body of an Arhat is somewhat simpler.
Looking at the qi energy on the monk's body, it is very similar to the qi energy on Ran Zhou's body. They are both like a sharpened Buddha blade. In addition to being sacred, there is still a killing intent.
However, there was no opportunity at the end of the week. It was just a great achievement, not perfect yet, and it did not achieve the golden body of Arahant.
The abbot turned his Dharma eyes from afar and looked at Bai Shu carefully for a moment. After a while, he nodded slightly and smiled on his face.
The young man, who is as handsome as a celestial being, is sitting cross-legged in the void, at the three-foot spiritual platform, with his handprints turning rapidly, like a butterfly flying through flowers.
Beside him, the Dharma principles are flying endlessly, sometimes outlining the sun, moon and stars, evolving astronomical phenomena into ancient times, and sometimes gathering and dispersing to form rivers and lakes, depicting all kinds of sentient beings.
Amidst the chanting of the monks, Bai Shu's face became calmer and calmer, and the ugly veins on his forehead disappeared.
Great peace, great joy, great joy...
The speed of Bai Zhu's seals is getting slower and slower, but as the fingers turn, it gives people a heavy feeling of pushing the void forward.
Zi Guan raised his hand from the futon and lowered it slightly.
Suddenly, the sound of chanting all over the hall stopped abruptly.
"I'm so lucky..."
After a long silence, Wuxian suddenly sighed. He retracted his gaze from Baizhu and spoke softly:
"With such talent, I'm lucky to have entered my Vajra Temple!"
At this moment, under the gaze of the monks outside, who were either pleased or calm, the surface of Baizhu's body was like a large, transparent furnace of light, with countless scriptures and seals engraved on it, majestic and surging.
The misty pure light is getting brighter and brighter, and the divine rays are bright, making Baizhu look like a god supporting him, and he looks like a solemn statue of a god.
Between his brows, hundreds of thousands of rays of light penetrated the sky, and the rumbling sound was loud and resounded throughout every inch of the hall.
There is no need to pull, but there is auspicious energy like a dragon, gathering around Baizhu's side. With the breath, it continuously washes the body and baptizes the soul.
"Second King Kong..."
A yellow-robed monk with ears over his shoulders and a crown of seven treasures on his head said:
"This state can only be achieved by perfecting one's own body and spirit, connecting one's mind with the vast void, and solidifying one's body into a bridge between heaven and earth."
The big-eared monk looked around at the monks and said with a smile:
"Even with our help, you can break through a small realm in half a month, which is really amazing."
"The second-level Vajra is fine, but when the third-level Vajra condenses everything into one, I won't be able to help."
On the futon, another monk spoke:
"As for the lack of talent, it's not like you've never seen it before. What's the fuss about?"
"He has achieved so much. I'm worried about Qingshen Guan and Bei Zen Sect. I'm afraid there will be some hidden moves."
"Come on, kill one!"
"Longyuan Li's madness is not far away."
"Ms. Li is fine, I'm just worried about Mr. He..."
Wearing a precious gold cassock, the skinny monk shook his head: "Jie Jingshan's Tianji technique is very difficult to deal with."
"Then we will kill Lord He together!" The monk with plump cheeks and face like a full moon sneered repeatedly: "Send me a big gift first. If Jie Jingshan insists on not knowing what is good and what is wrong, I will kill Lord He together!"
"Mr. He is not easy to kill." A monk with dark gold eyes, who was obviously also trained to have Shura eyes, shook his head:
"Tianji everyone, which one is easier to kill?"
…
While the monks were arguing, a boy-like novice sat on a futon, frowning slightly from time to time.
“Let’s leave these funeral matters for later!”
The little novice monk with red lips and white teeth raised his hand and pressed it. After all the monks stopped talking, he looked at the abbot who was standing up and looked at himself, and said:
"Junior brother."
The young novice smiled and said:
"About the Wu Ming Dharma Conference, the remnants of Tianfu and the Great Ku Xuan Sect unexpectedly got the news from nowhere and got the exact details.
They beg me and others and want the temple to help them rebuild their clan, what do you think, senior brother?"
Dharma Assembly——
In order to celebrate Bai Shu's return to Jingang Temple, the Holy Land and the famous family from all over the world, not only Nanzheng and Xichu, but also the warring Northern Wei, also sent invitations.
The Dharma Conference will be held in three months, and it will be another grand gathering for practitioners all over the world.
A gathering of talents, a gathering of talented people.
Such a grand scene, not to mention Wu Xian, Wu Hui, etc., is probably only possible when the new abbot of Kongang Temple succeeds to the Zen sect.
This Dharma gathering.
Firstly, it is to take advantage of the Dharma Assembly to discuss alliance matters, which is the most important thing. Secondly, it also means to celebrate.
Zi Guan opened his old eyes and said calmly: "We'll talk about it when we get here and see what they say!"
Lord Xuanwen killed the Suzaku, and dozens of holy places and aristocratic families responded one after another.
Thousands of years have passed, the storm has dispersed, and some holy places have long since fallen into disrepair and no longer have the reputation they once had.
Tianfu and Great Kuxuan Sect are included in this list.
"I understand." Hearing Zikuan speak, the young novice nodded slightly.
As soon as the news about the Great Kuxuan Sect and Tianfu came out, the monks in the main hall couldn't help but start talking about it.
But at this moment, Bai Shu couldn't hear the monks' words.
He fell into absolute nothingness, and everything disappeared, as if he was wrapped in thick chaos.
In front of me, there is only the attribute panel with constantly jumping values.
"It consumes 456 attribute points to be upgraded to the second level of King Kong."
The originally huge numerical value was continuously reduced under the sound of Zen.
Until it solidifies to its current value, it will never move again.
"It seems this is the end..."
Bai Shu sighed in his heart. With his own understanding or help, the attribute values originally required to improve would continue to decrease.
Whether it is replacing attribute values with merit and breaking through the first level of the Yang Talisman, or absorbing karma to improve the idea of Vizhi, or through self-enlightenment through the Milo Lamp, reducing the consumption of improving magical powers.
All of the above are done in this way.
This time, the monks' Zen initiation saved countless consumption of Bai Shu, allowing him to save a large amount of attribute value...
"promote!"
After Baizhu pressed "", he shouted in a deep voice.
There was a loud bang in my head, and the pain was extremely painful, like a big ax cutting straight into it, breaking through all kinds of things.
The dense pure light flows through the meridians and acupoints in the body, steaming to the point of boiling. Even the scales and armor of the insubstantial red dragon are clanking, and the aura is so profound that it cannot be imagined.
The second level of King Kong!
From now on, the mind is connected to the void, the true energy is never exhausted, and the magic power is infinite!
In an instant, the infinite Yuan Qi of heaven and earth seemed to have broken its shackles, violently pouring into the limbs and bones, penetrating into every part of the Niwan Palace, filling it completely.
Even the human body of the Pure Heaven that enters the world is bulging like a big balloon, ready to burst and explode at any time.
"town!"
"town!"
"town!"
Baizhu yelled loudly, combined with the mantras, and pressed the seal with his hands to stop the sudden riot when the energy in the body interacted with the outside world.
The emptiness and pure light on his body was shining brightly, like a clear and pure little sun. The monks who were conversing could not help but look sideways and cast their sights on where Bai Shu was.
"King Kong has been accomplished."
The abbot looked at himself and laughed loudly: "Can the saint be far away?"
Atractylodes atractylodes restrained the energy one by one, and finally managed to restrain the infinite light. The spiritual platform was clear and clear, free from external air.
When he calmed down and opened his eyes.
In front of you.
I saw an old monk with a dark golden complexion smiling and pointing his finger towards me.
