"Please come with me!" Wuliang's tone was indifferent and cold. (http;
Qin Rongxian glared at him angrily and said, "I won't go with you, I'll be a bald ass!"
Wuliang's eyes narrowed slightly, and an invisible pressure suddenly emitted from his whole body. The void seemed to be compressing to the extreme, showing a shrinking phenomenon. Qin Rongxian felt his shoulders sink, and could hardly stand up, while Xiaobai also let out a low cry.
Roaring, his claws dug deeply into the stone steps.
"Brother, let me do it." Dongmen Taiyi raised his hand, and the pressure disappeared immediately. Qin Rongxian breathed a sigh of relief, but his face looked extremely pale.
Wuliang hesitated for a moment and said, "Junior brother, I have no choice but to do it."
Dongmen Taiyi clasped his hands together and said, "I have unsealed the Six Heavenly Vajra Dharma. Master allows me to restore my original name."
Wuliang frowned slightly, nodded and said, "Junior Brother Dongmen."
Dongmen Taiyi said no more and said to Qin Rongxian: "Come in with me."
The Da Prajna Temple is very large, and there are many ancient buildings here. It existed almost at the same time as Shushan, but before the Six Paths Old Monk, its reputation was not as prosperous.
Wandering among the pagodas and ancient temples, I saw many Buddhist disciples along the way. Some of them were reciting scriptures, some were sitting on futons and meditating, and some were doing physical exercises with their shirtless bodies. They were all busy.
Their respective affairs seemed to be scattered and disorganized, but they didn't seem to care about the two strange beings Qin Rongxian and Xiaobai, and even the corner of their eyes did not stay on them for a moment.
Dongmen Taiyi said: "This place is different from Tianmo Sect. Master never likes to force cultivation. Everyone should have his own path. How far they can go depends on how determined they are. The Sutra Pavilion is open
Yes, they will choose suitable books to practice. If they don’t understand something, they can get the answer to the bottleneck from the leader of each hall.”
"Is this method of cultivation... feasible?" Qin Rongxian felt a little strange about this, because Tianmo Sect divided the demon cultivators of each realm very strictly, just like the three major sword houses of Tianxuan Sword Sect, only realms
Only by meeting the standards can you get better training opportunities, but this is not the case here.
"So in the Great Prajna Temple, there are many mediocre people, and there are also many top-notch experts, just like the senior brother Wuliang you just met. He can be said to have no talent in the practice of elemental skills, but with a
With unstoppable determination, I finally found my own world in body training and reached the realm of transformation into heaven."
"Transform into the sky?" After Qin Rongxian heard this, he couldn't help but said in shock: "It turns out that bald donkey is so powerful!"
Taiyi Dongmen felt a little helpless at her disrespect. He followed the winding path inside the mottled ancient wall and bypassed a pagoda, and then he saw a magnificent pagoda in front of him.
The pagoda has a total of eight floors and rises from a green bamboo forest. It has experienced vicissitudes over the endless years, but it cannot conceal the magnificent and majestic Buddhist atmosphere.
The walls of the pagoda are dark red, and each floor is engraved with numerous large and small swastikas, vaguely revealing patches of bright gold-gilded luster.
"You want to imprison me here?" Qin Rongxian groaned.
Dongmen Taiyi said: "This pagoda has eight floors, and each floor represents a different meaning. Ordinary monks will stay on the first floor to repent for ten years after making a mistake. The first floor of each hall after making a mistake will
It will be on the second floor, and some evildoers who were punished by the Maha Prajna Temple will also be imprisoned there."
"What floor will I be on?"
Dongmen Taiyi was silent for a moment and said: "The eighth floor is where the Buddha repented in the past."
Qin Rongxian chuckled lightly, "That old bald donkey thinks highly of me. Since I am imprisoned here, my father will definitely come to rescue me."
"I will confirm the news about Brother Qin with Master, but even if he comes, he will not be able to break the ban on this eighth-level pagoda." Dongmen Taiyi said with certainty.
Qin Rongxian also said with certainty: "There is also Yuan Futu, he will also come to save me, and he will definitely level the Prajna Temple when the time comes!"
Dongmen Taiyi said solemnly: "I won't let them get what they want."
"If you were the father, would you really fight against him?!" Qin Rongxian stared, wanting to know whether the former Dongmen elder had been completely brainwashed.
Dongmen Taiyi lowered his head, clasped his hands together, and said, "I have no choice."
"You are also a bald donkey!" Qin Rongxian groaned: "Xiaobai, let's go in!"
The door of the pagoda was slowly pushed open by Taiyi from the east gate, and a strong Buddhist atmosphere came to the door. The ethereal Sanskrit chant of chanting sutras and seeing the Buddha rang in his ears. Qin Rongxian stood by the door and said: "If I knew my father,
You must tell me the news about the king and the pagoda."
"I will."
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The old monk of Six Paths returned alone to the wing where he lived.
The room was very narrow, furnished with extremely simple but clean ordinary furniture. Strangely, there was no bed, only an old futon that had collapsed.
This is the room where the old monk Liu Dao lived when he was a novice monk. Counting the time, it has been more than a thousand years. Everything here has not changed, so that he often feels that the thousands of years have passed, as if he is here.
In the blink of an eye.
He stooped to the futon and sat down slowly. He took out the wordless heavenly book with his withered and thin hands. After opening it, he found that there was a golden book inside the heavenly book, and the ancient talisman on the golden book was
The text exudes a mysterious light, which is the scripture that allows him to see into the future.
He stroked the golden book, as if he had touched the future. However, as if winter was approaching, the near future would be dark, which made his brows deeply wrinkled, and the wrinkles on his face became more and more profound.
A breath of vicissitudes of life came out of his mouth, and the old monk of Six Paths slowly closed his eyes. A series of blurry scenes appeared in his mind. However, when he opened his eyes again, earth-shaking changes had already taken place around him.
In a snow-white pure land world, the six-path old monk sat cross-legged in a corner, feeling that the flow of time was suddenly slowing down.
"A hundred years should be enough time to recover."
The Old Monk of Six Paths was injured by the sudden head-on collision with the Chaos Bell. Although it was not serious, it seemed to have a great impact on his future, so he chose to spend enough time in the Pure Land world to recover to his peak condition.