Chapter 45 The Golden Tower is prosperous and the green bull runs
"Ha!"
Guangchengzi stretched out his hand, and thousands of fireflies floated out from his sleeves.
They were flowing and floating slightly, and under the guidance of Guang Chengzi, they flew towards the sky.
The swaying light, like soft first snow, vaguely echoes the traces of the Kunlun Mountains.
The huge stomach seemed to be pulled by fireflies and began to tremble crazily.
Tong, Tong, Tong.
The powerful beating sound tugged at the heartstrings, and then, the plants within a radius of thousands of miles quickly withered.
Weird power permeates the air, like a hungry beast, greedily absorbing all the life.
The vibrant scene of green pines and cypresses, vines and thorns, turned into dust in a few breaths, swept up by the wind, and became misty and dark, blurring the vision.
The brilliance of the Heaven-turning Seal above Guangchengzi's head was as dazzling as the rising sun. Mysterious human-shaped runes poured out and ran around the Heaven-turning Seal.
He activated the magic weapon with all his strength, pouring spiritual power into the Heaven-turning Seal, causing the void to tremble and reveal tiny cracks.
At this time, Guangchengzi couldn't help but cast his eyes on Manjusri.
Manjusri's face was pale and his breath was weak. He was leaning on the rock, as fragile as Liu Fufeng.
The clothes on his chest were torn to pieces, revealing the bloody scars inside. Although it was scabbed, blood was still slowly gushing out, showing that the injury was serious.
Taiyi Zhenren frowned, squatted next to Uncle Wen, and carefully fed him with lotus root slices. His face was so dark that he could almost drip water. Puxian stood behind him, his face full of worry and panic. Cihang was calm.
Staring at myself.
Damn it.
Guangchengzi was full of fear and stared at Manjusri.
He has changed.
He is more cunning and cruel than he thought, and he is actually willing to get himself seriously injured.
No, this kind of ambitious person must not be allowed to stay anymore.
Cihang took out a willow branch from the mutton-fat bottle and gently threw it on Manjusri's chest.
Tick tock.
The three-light divine water fell deep into the wound like a pearl.
The rich aura suddenly bursts out, and the dense vitality surges like a river.
The ferocious wound, soaked in vitality, quickly grew new flesh and blood.
The scabs fall off instantly, revealing relatively fresh and tender skin. Because it is new skin, it always looks a little white and soft.
When Manjusri's wound was completely healed, Cihang breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head with some regret. "In the final analysis, it's because you are not as skilled as others that you made such a mess."
Manjusri smiled bitterly and did not explain. The scar on his chest was indeed helpless.
His current state of mind is not enough to allow him to practice those powerful physical magical powers, such as the "Zhangliu Golden Body" and "Eight-Nine Mysterious Techniques" that resounded in the sky in the ancient times. The methods of practice are in his mind, but he never dares to try them.
The former is a Western teaching method, but practicing it now will only increase troubles. Although the latter is a top Taoist method, it is a glutton.
The Ming Dynasty Pearl will give life to spells. If you really practice "Eight-Nine Mysterious Techniques", the biggest problem is feeding.
Throughout the ages, people who practice "Eight Nine Mysterious Skills" have never heard of anyone breaking through to the sixth realm. This shows how huge the amount of heavenly materials and earthly treasures required is.
Other people's practice can be suspended, but Manjushri cannot.
The skills are full of vitality and are waiting for feeding in the heavens. Feeding cannot be delayed.
Who knows what weird treasures it will eat. If Manjusri is not strong enough to collect and starve this skill to death, the losses will be simply unpredictable.
Wait until you are stronger.
Therefore, without practicing any physical skills, Manjusri's physical body cannot stop the edge of the Jade Sword Butterfly.
Because of this, his scars were vivid and he immediately gained everyone's recognition. Not only did he cover up the guilt of killing Qiong Hua, but he also got the yellow scroll.
Thinking of this, he helplessly stroked his scarred chest.
Maybe, this is just a mistake.
Between the sky and the earth, the glowing fireflies gradually intertwined, and the faint sound of gurgling water could be heard.
Thousands of miles around, there is deathly silence, and the plants turn into ash and sway, covering it into a black sandstorm.
This is not ordinary dust that can be blown away with a snap of your fingers, but the death energy of all things.
Such a foggy scene was caused by the large-scale death of spiritual plants in Kunlun Mountain.
Master Lingbao took out a delicate little clock and it jingled.
The bell turned into hundreds of graceful palace maidens, dancing in the distance, frantically absorbing the air of death.
The smoke was absorbed into their bodies, and their young and beautiful bodies gradually decayed and turned into white-haired old women. They fell to the ground tremblingly and turned into black stones.
Master Lingbao rang the bell again, and hundreds of huge white dogs suddenly fell down.
The white dog was smooth and smooth, with a huge belly. The three tails on its back were wagging back and forth. It landed on the ground and ran quickly towards the rock.
They swallowed the black stones in their bellies, rolled on the ground, and turned into palace maidens again and danced, absorbing the overflowing death energy.
At this moment, Guang Chengzi shouted loudly, stretched out his jade hand in the void, and directly drew out a stream.
The stream gurgled, flowing briskly and quickly, exuding an extremely pure atmosphere.
When it appeared in the Kunlun Mountains, everyone suddenly felt that their hearts were being pulled hard, as if their words, deeds, joy, anger, sorrow, and joy were all under the control of the stream.
This is the branch of the long river of life!
Manjusri squinted his eyes slightly, observing the traces of the slow flow of the stream, and found that a faint pink glow bloomed where it passed.
The brilliance is like a dream, like a candlestick in the gauze, which makes people yearn for it, but it cannot be seen clearly.
"A dream~"
Manjusri murmured.
It turns out that the long river of life is not a secret realm of waterways, but is composed of the dreams of living beings.
No wonder the Western saints are obsessed with practicing the "Dream Heart Sutra".
It turns out that he was not in a dream, comprehending the birth, aging, illness, and death of all things in the world, as well as joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, but through this method he observed the long river of life and made plans for the great prosperity of the West.
Wow~
The stream is clear and flawless, surrounding the huge stomach. As it flows rapidly, it gradually turns into a winding jade belt.
Guangchengzi pushed forward with both hands, and suddenly a storm surged around him, and the ancient and decaying smell instantly floated out from his stomach.
Crunch~
As if the old door panel was pushed open, the vermilion door was pulled out of thin air by him.
"The teacher specifically told us that learning spells depends entirely on chance and should not be forced out of greed. We only have three days, so you must seize the opportunity."
Guangchengzi whispered, and then took out a tattered yellow scroll from his sleeve.
The yellow scroll is plain and unpretentious, just like a hand prick in the mortal world. It has been left in a cold and humid place for too long, and it is covered with green moldy moss.
Guangchengzi held it in his chest, bowed deeply to the door, and stepped in.
Everyone immediately followed suit and walked into the stomach one after another.
Manjusri was holding the yellow scroll and was shocked by the scene in front of him as soon as he walked into the door.
The shining gold bricks stretch for tens of thousands of miles, all made of the most precious Ming and Qing stones in ancient times.
Thousands of green cattle, with four hooves blooming in the vision of the earth's wind, water and fire, suddenly woke up from their deep sleep when Manjusri came to this world.
They held their heads high and roared with excitement, and their majestic bodies made sonorous and powerful drum sounds as they ran towards Manjusri.
"This is actually the Four Scenery Beast of Red Clouds!"