Silence, the magnificent and lively Main Hall, now is full of silence.
"Amitabha, the host, these two kinds of elixirs can only be refined in five years in my temple; the same three are too many."
The head of the DAMO Academy frowned, with a somewhat anxious look, and was unwilling to pay such a price.
"It's not your turn to speak."
Wang Teng glanced at him coldly, and his true energy blew, sweeping him aside.
"Amitabha Buddha, the donor only read and not take it for ten days?"
The host wearing a red cassock ignored the head of the Damo Academy, but looked at Wang Teng with a bright look.
"One of Wang's words can be matched with the Nine Cauldrons."
In the green robe, he stood tall, indifferent and confident.
"Okay, I believe in Nanquan and Qingtian Temple."
The old abbot breathed a sigh of relief. The disaster in the temple was finally resolved. Now the Western Buddha had moved out of the temple and went to the back mountain, and no one could stop Nanquan.
"Where is Siphe?"
Wang Teng nodded slightly and asked. When he was outside Lianhuafa Temple, he was a little confused, as if he had never felt the same supreme aura.
There was no fluctuation in the true energy. When I came in to check, I found out that Xi Buddha was not in the temple. Otherwise, he would have jumped out to stop him when he tried to test it before.
"Amitabha, the temple is full of fame and fortune, and it is difficult to find purity; the Buddha's son has already entered the back mountain to practice, so let's follow me."
The old abbot glared at the heads helplessly, turned around and led Wang Teng to the back mountain.
Lianhuafa Temple is located on Mount Fahua. There is a unique cave behind the mountain. The scenery is beautiful and the peaks are continuous like dragons lying on them.
There are ancient trees swaying on both sides of the mountain road, falling leaves, and the green lake under the slope is sparkling.
Wang Teng followed the host to walk on the path, and the breeze blew by himself, and there was a rare trace of peace and peace in his heart.
The evil spirits that have been nurtured by many days of struggle seem to be a little more obscure.
"Amitabha, donor, please."
The old abbot walked to the front of the lake, bent his arm and stopped moving forward.
Wang Teng looked around and saw an old tree by the Bi Lake, with four people hugging each other; there were Buddhist sons standing under him, watching the fallen leaves and lake water, feeling the cycle of the four seasons.
“Sifer…”
He whispered, his steps moved, and he did not use his true energy, so he walked over so calmly.
Swishy~
The breeze blows, bringing up a new green leaf, rolling it up and falling into the lake,
"The donor is not a destined person, so why should he come to this pure land?"
Under the ancient tree, the Buddha's son sighed lightly, and a fallen leaf slowly swayed in his palm; he raised his head, his eyes clear and pure.
"The monk is wrong. There are rivers and lakes where there are people, so how can we talk about purity?"
Wang Teng shook his head and spoke out to deny it, not agreeing with the so-called "fate"; in his opinion, only one who can be reliable is himself and only powerful power.
He took steps, plain and slow, but with an unspeakable momentum; heavy and grand.
"The donor's fighting spirit is too strong and he can't let go, so he will naturally be able to be quiet. If he lets go, the flowers will naturally bloom and see the Buddha and the self."
The Buddha's son held his head up and refused to give in at all, and there was a chance of Zen.
"Flowers bloom to see the Buddha? I am my own Buddha!"
Wang Teng snorted coldly, stepped down with one step, and his true energy surged; his whole body turned into a green shadow, rushing towards the Buddhist son under the ancient tree.
"Amitabha."
The Buddhist son stopped talking, and he chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice, and raised his robe lightly; he stretched out his hand, and his strength was enough to open the monument and crack the stone.
Bang!
The dull collision sounded, and the strong wind was everywhere. Wang Teng exerted force; his whole body turned around like a top, and kicked towards the Buddha's son's face.
The true energy boils like water and the force is gushing. If this kick is solid, the battle will be over.
Exhale~ Inhale~
The strong wind blew on his face, and the Buddha's son took a breath, and a thunder sounded from his body, and his whole body was shorter!
Shengsheng avoided this kick and let the strong wind blow by the smooth and smooth head.
"What?"
Wang Teng was shocked. There was actually a bone shrinkage skill that changed his structure in this Yuan-level world?
"Prajna Palm!"
The Buddha's son flew with his hands, and his true energy burst out from the inside out, gushing out from the palm of his palm; a huge palm force burst out, trying to knock Wang Teng out.
Ding ~
The palm force burst out, and the bombardment sound was crisp and melodious.
"A great success in body protection!"
The Buddhist son exclaimed, there are actually people in this era who have practiced hard qigong to the level of great success!
At this moment, his eyes at Wang Teng changed, and he was extremely cautious.
As a person who has also practiced Hard Qigong, he understands the horror even more. There is a golden bell covering the Lianhuafa Temple that is also walking this way.
"I've answered correctly, I'll reward you with this!"
In the air, Wang Teng chuckled lightly, and his white iron fist slammed out, defeating his palm force like a tyrant, causing a violent sound of breaking the wind.
Bang!
Stab!
The huge force blew, and the Buddha retreated rapidly, his arms blocked his chest, with a few red marks added, and a trace of old age was drawn under his feet.
"Amitabha, it's amazing, really amazing; I didn't expect that in this era, there are still people who can practice hard qigong and achieve the body of jade."
The Buddhist son gasped slightly, and his eyes looked at Wang Teng were full of surprise, with an unspeakable color.
"please!"
The jade white shines, and Wang Teng is like a stone man born and raised in the earth, noble and extraordinary.
"Amitabha, please give me!"
The Buddha's eyes were slightly solemn, the monk's clothes were free from wind, and the true energy was rising and lingering around his body.
Swish!
With the force under his feet, Wang Teng's body was like a dragon, and he rushed to his eyes as soon as he met; he punched out with a punch, and the true energy was attached, heavy and huge.
open!
The Buddha shouted loudly, his body twisted his true energy into a stream, and his palms slammed out; the surging force brought up the fallen leaves around him and flew with him.
Wang Teng said nothing, his fists seemed slow and fast, and he fell into the palm of the Buddha's son in an instant; he used his strength to break the cleverness! The pure huge force burst out, no matter what exquisite moves you make, they all smashed them with one punch!
"Golden Bell Cover!"
When the two fists hit, the Buddha's face changed slightly, and the true energy poured into his body to stimulate many acupoints; a light gold color suddenly appeared on the surface of his body.
Bang!
The jade white light shines, and his fists are like a mountain falling down, and they beat the Buddha's son up, falling into the lake, splashing waves.
"I didn't expect that the world-famous Sibu also practiced the body protection skills."
On the shore, Wang Teng stood long and made fun of him slightly.
Wow ~
The lake suddenly roared, and a figure in a monk's robe jumped out, and the true energy shook off the water droplets; the body shone with a light golden luster.
"Amitabha, it's just a rough understanding, not even Little Chengdu."
The Buddha's son was a little embarrassed, but his aura was still calm and his expression was calm. This was to cultivate Buddhism to the "inner" and not to be moved by external things.
"Monk, you are no match for me."
Wang Teng shook his head slightly, with a little regret in his eyes. If this Buddhist monk had refined the Golden Bell Cover technique, his true qi cultivation might be able to fight with him.
Unfortunately, there are not so many ifs in the world.
"The little monk still has a way to see the Buddha in the flower blooming, so please give the donor a comment."
The Buddha's son slowly lifted his energy, and had an unspeakable Zen rhyme that made people fascinated.