"The fight finally started! It's not worth waiting for so long!"
In the corner of the Yin Division, among the Yangjian monks gathered together, an old Taoist riding on the back of an ox looked at the turbulent and strange sky above his head with a sigh on his face.
"This little bald donkey from Xilan Continent is quite courageous. He actually dares to challenge the old city god here. Looking at this formation, he must have some confidence!"
"Of course. This little bald donkey doesn't look stupid, and he doesn't have any real skills. How can he dare to talk to the old city god like that?"
"What are you doing? Look clearly, this little bald donkey's confidence is all on his body!"
Nestled between the two horns of the Buddhist heavenly dragon in the sky of the underworld, a monk with a six-foot-long golden body appeared. He was wearing a blue cassock, holding a nine-ring copper staff, and recited the Buddhist mantra:
Om! Ma! Ni! Ba! Mi! Hum!
The majestic Buddha's voice suppressed the dead energy in the underworld, but it was still not over. I saw the sky dragon monk tearing off the blue cassock from his body, reaching out and throwing it, and the cassock inlaid with glass, coral, pearls and other jewels fluttered in the wind.
In the blink of an eye, it covered the sky and the sun. In just a few breaths, it replaced the sky of the Yin Division, and the mighty Buddha's light illuminated the Yin Division for thousands of miles!
"Zen Master, you can use this Buddhist robe to your advantage!"
The purple air turned into a big hand holding up the sky. It fell from a higher place in the sky of Yinsi. It grabbed the Jinglan cassock and tore the cassock, which had grown to a hundred miles in width, from the air.
"Lord City God, you can't take away this poor monk's cassock!"
When Tianlong Monk saw his palm condensed with purple energy, he waved his hand and threw out a string of Buddhist beads. The beads spread out in the air and turned into many square circles, golden like glass. The Buddha's light shined through and scattered all over the place. Among them, there were statues chanting sutras.
Arhat figure.
The sound of chanting sutras rises and falls in the sky, overlapping and imprinting each other, and the palm of purple air falling from the sky freezes. Sanskrit words condense from the Buddha's light and fall on the palm of purple air, seeming to refine the palm in turn.
"Even if the Zen master is not a Buddhist disciple of Tenryuji Temple, he is still better than a Buddhist disciple!"
With a sigh, a god standing tall on the sky and the earth appeared in the Yin Judgment Domain. His body was so majestic that it was impossible to measure it. At the moment of his appearance, many Buddha beads holding Zi Qi's palm collapsed and flew away on the spot.
But even after receiving such an impact, the golden light of these beads became much dimmer, without any signs of fragmentation. The sound of the Arhat chanting sutras still echoed among them, but they were all suppressed and difficult to spread.
"The laws of heaven and earth?!"
Yinghai couldn't help but be a little surprised by such a majestic god. Although Buddhists had collected incense and practiced with the help of incense, his talent had not yet been contaminated.
"No! I don't have such great magical powers, but I can only support such a bluffing appearance with years of accumulation!"
The Lord of the City, who manifested the Dharmakaya, returned to the Way.
The mountain-like head of the City God's Dharmakaya, just by looking down slightly, makes people feel a divine power as deep as the rolling ocean pouring down. This Dharmakaya is obviously not as the City God said, but just to bluff people.
"In order to conquer demons, the poor monk also built a celestial dragon dharma body. I also asked the City God to appreciate it!"
After the words fell, the nine-ring copper staff in the monk's hand trembled together. The nine copper rings hanging on the Zen staff had fine scale patterns emerging, and actually turned into nine small dragons, making bursts of dragon roars, entwining around the temple.
Monk gold body.
The six-foot-tall monk was blessed by nine dragons. He stretched out his palm, pulled back the jinglan cassock, and draped it on his body. His body swelled with the wind. The heavenly dragons he stepped on were flying and circling, and they were also surrounding him heavily.
on the shoulders.
But even so, compared with the City God of the Underworld with the cloudy sky above his head and the underworld under his feet, the Tianlong Monk at this moment still looks small, and the gap is so huge that it can be seen with the naked eye.
However, if he dared to enter the underworld alone, he would naturally have something to rely on. He saw his golden body shaking, and there were two solemn heads with treasures on his shoulders. One side was compassionate, the other was angry. Four strong and strong roots appeared on his back, waist and abdomen.
Powerful, golden-scaled arms reach out,
Three heads and six arms!
The upper hand held a mountain-shaped seal or a vajra, the middle hand held a copper staff or a purple gold bowl, and the lower hand held a long sword or a pearl. It was just like this. But behind the monk, there was a treasure wheel burning with blazing flames, out of thin air.
Gather and bloom infinite power.
In just an instant, there were as many as seven Buddhist treasures held by Tianlong Monk. Each of them was extraordinary, and the monks and monks below were amazed to see them.
"This little bald donkey is really confident!"
"Stop calling me a bald donkey. If someone hears you, they will surrender you and take you away. Then you will have no choice but to cry in the purple gold bowl in their hands!"
"That's absolutely true!"
The number of Buddhist treasures that Tianlong Monk took out at this moment shocked most of the monks. Every Buddhist treasure here can be used as the foundation of a Buddhist temple, but at this moment they are gathered together in one monk.
However, there are some people in this situation who still laugh and curse without caring, but it is the old beggar who drags Feng Qingan out together. The old monk looks at the posture of his colleagues in the sky with a playful smile.
And several old monks who were shocked,
"This saying goes well. Comparing people with others will lead to death. Comparing goods with goods has to be thrown away. If you put all the Buddha treasures on your old bald donkeys together, I'm afraid they won't be able to hold it in the hands of this foreign monk.
Is that much?"
Hearing the old beggar's teasing words, the seven monks gathered together chanted the scriptures and did not respond, because the Buddhist treasures on their bodies were not as many as those of the Dragon Monk alone.
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No matter in terms of quality or quantity, all the monks combined can't compare with others. This fact makes the monks feel very depressed, but it also makes these monks yearn for Xilan Continent, which needs to cross tens of thousands of miles of sea territory.
"Is this how great monks fight?"
Seeing the Heavenly Dragon Monk who manifested the magic form of a three-headed and six-armed Heavenly Dragon and stood upright against the underworld like the upright Capital God, without even showing any disadvantage, Feng Qing'an felt as if he had found the door to a new world, his eyes sparkling.
"Are you kidding me? How many people can beat this little bald donkey like this? Do you think the treasures in his hands are made of clay?"
Hearing Feng Qing'an's words, the old beggar immediately shook his head and denied it, not wanting to cause any misunderstanding to the boy around him.
"Didn't you hear what the Old City God said? This little bald donkey is better than a Buddha even if he is not a Buddha. Otherwise, how could he possibly get this Buddha treasure? How can we, the old beggars in the mountains, be the same as those who come from these famous temples?
Buddha can't compare!"
"Senior is wrong. Even those who come from famous sects, not many can pull off such a treasure!"
The charming and charming jade-faced young master couldn't help but say.
Not only the monks were silent when they saw it, but they, who were well-connected Taoists, were also amazed by this foreign monk.
This level of magic weapon is for their great monks who have already formed the Yuan Dan. They can hold it with a smile on their face, and use it as a support to travel around the world, and to protect their lives.
However, everyone showed the three-headed and six-armed Dharma form, but they could not get it. The Buddhist beads that had just fallen apart because of the City God's Dharma body appeared, and the monk was too lazy to collect them.
"That only means that the portal behind you is not big enough. Didn't that little bald donkey just introduce himself? He is not a Buddhist disciple in the temple. If that Buddhist disciple comes out, there will only be more Buddha treasures in his hands.
It will be less!”
The old beggar didn't care at all what others thought and spoke freely. The jade-faced young man who had just opened his mouth to respond bowed slightly with a wry smile on his face.
"What the seniors said is absolutely true!"
The subtle attitude of the jade-faced young master was noticed by Feng Qingan, who was focused on the magnificent scenery in the sky. He glanced at the old beggar, and his eyes had a different look.
It seems that in the main hall of the Yins, no one is sitting in front of the middle table. It's not because the Taoist monks don't want to get too close to the excitement, but maybe because someone is sitting in the middle table.
Before he spoke, no one dared to sit in front of him, they could only sit back, even standing.
"Old senior, which mountain did you come from?"
Just ask if you don't understand. In this situation, Feng Qing'an felt that she didn't need to keep the question in her heart.
"Hehe, I came down from Hexi Mountain!"
The old beggar didn't hide anything, but after he told the name of the mountain, Feng Qing'an was confused. Naturally, he had never heard of this name.
"Have you never heard of it? That's right. I chose this name myself. It's just because there is a group of three-yellow chickens raised on the mountain, so it doesn't have much of a name."
"I see, but the mountain is not high. If there are immortals, there are spirits. There are old people waiting for immortals to live on the mountain. I think it is a rare spiritual place. If I have the chance, I wonder if I can go and take a look?"
"Of course it exists. If you want, I can take you to see it now!"
As soon as Feng Qing'an finished speaking, the face of the old beggar who was originally smiling suddenly straightened up. He stretched out his oily palm and grabbed Feng Qing'an's wrist again.
"this……"
Feng Qing'an was also shocked by the old monk's actions. Are monks always so vigorous and resolute in everything they do?
"This young master, let alone a spiritual place, there is a famous fairy mountain in South China in our Qingyuan Sect. If you are interested, you can come to our Qingyuan Sect to take a look!"
"Oh, you, the Qingyuan Sect, have the nerve to claim that you are famous in Nanhua even though you have the hilltop of the Qingyuan Sect? This young master, my Dingxian Sect has three floating fairy mountains..."
"What are the immortal mountains and spiritual places? In our Beichen Sect, there is the Twelve Yuan Chen Immortal Palace. It is really the residence of gods and immortals. It was obtained by my sect's founder who traveled to the outer world. If you are so inclined, you can visit the Immortal Palace and maybe you will understand.
My Pope’s Supreme Dharma, “Secret Records of the Twelve Yuan Chen”!”
As soon as these words came out, many monks turned their eyes to him and looked at the Taoist who spoke, and immediately recognized his identity. He was the elder of the Beichen Sect that he mentioned.
But the supreme dharma he talks about is the foundation of his teaching. Even if he brings this out, it can only be said that he is really spending a lot of money, but compared with what he can get, this is nothing at all.
Who would be reluctant to just practice Dharma?
"No matter how good the Ling Mountains and Fairy Mountains are in the world, they are not as good as the Cave Heaven Blessed Land. There are seventeen Blessed Lands in our religion, and there are also Kun Ling, Taiyin and other cave heavens, all of which can be opened for the Young Master!"
At this time, the female cultivator who had just been competing with the Buddhist monks in the hall spoke up. With a pair of beautiful eyes, she looked at Feng Qing'an, who was slightly shocked at the moment, and made a promise that no one could help but feel moved by.
If Dharma practice is the foundation of a sect, then the cave heaven paradise where disasters can be avoided is the foundation of a Taoist sect that can be passed down for thousands of years. How can we even let this in?
"Cavetian Paradise? It seems that no one's family has one, but my teaching also has one..."
"Amitabha!"
At this moment, not only the people in the Taoist sect spoke one after another, but even the many monks gathered together couldn't help but want to say something, but before the monk chanting the Buddha's name could say what he wanted to say,
Then they saw a series of eyes with evil eyes cast on them.
"..."
Comparing the number of Buddhist monks present, and then looking at the old beggar holding Feng Qing'an's wrist, the monk who wanted to speak lowered his head wisely, silently turning his rosary beads and chanting sutras.
"What's going on?"
Feng Qing'an looked at the many Dao monks who were suddenly enthusiastic about him and invited him to his sect one after another, and even said that they would open the Cave Heaven Paradise to him, and he was a little confused.
It was as if all of a sudden, just because of his words, he became a hot commodity for these monks to rob, and whoever got it would be able to teach him and become an immortal.
"It's okay, it's just that you have thoughts of practicing?"
Not to mention anyone else, even the old beggar looked at Feng Qing'an at this moment. His eyes were very different from before. He was holding Feng Qing'an's hand, which was particularly strong, as if he was holding the hand of someone who was not a young man.
The wrist, but the avenue.
"Senior, what do you mean by that? Asking about immortality and freedom, who wouldn't want to?"
Feng Qing'an really didn't understand why this Taoist old man would ask such incomprehensible words. Who in the world can refuse to cultivate immortality?
But Feng Qing'an could clearly feel that after he said these words, not only the old beggar in front of him, but also the monks who were busy in the underworld, and even the many monks on the side, all of them looked at each other as if they were real.
fell on him.
"Your brother doesn't want to practice, let alone live forever!"
The old beggar replied that he had a chance to meet the reincarnated Immortal Lord, but what surprised him was that, no matter how much he showed his magical powers, the reincarnated Immortal Lord actually had no intention of entering the Taoism and practicing Taoism.
It's not that he can't understand it. After all, he has already walked the road once. Since he chooses to start over, how can he walk it again? Naturally, he has to take a different road, and this immortal king seems to have found a completely different road.
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Although it looks a bit weird, no matter how weird it is, it is better than entering Buddhism and being kidnapped by those bald donkeys.
When he met the blood relatives of the reincarnated immortal king here, he also saw that the second young master, who also had innate magical powers, was extraordinary. However, like his brother, he did not have any traces of Taoist practice on his body.
A reincarnated great man who wants to take a different path!
Naturally, the old beggar who had already encountered a bad encounter did not want to encounter him again. He was just polite to Feng Qing'an and wanted to get to know him and build a good relationship. However, he did not expect that this man actually said that he wanted to practice Buddhism.