Chapter 1087 If Buddha does not cross me, I will become a devil
In the early morning of the next day, Xuantang was waiting for Lin Ze at the gate of Chang'an City early, carrying a baggage behind him.
Lin Ze didn't have any intention of being careless and greeted him, and the two of them flew to where the Jianmu Sacred Tree was.
After a while, Lin Ze and Xuantang stopped three hundred feet away from the Jianmu Sacred Tree.
Xuantang clasped his hands together and said: "Please also ask the Emperor to open the formation and let the poor monk pass."
Lin Ze looked around and didn't see the carriage loaded with heavenly materials and earthly treasures. He couldn't help but said: "The resources used to worship the Jianmu Sacred Tree have not been delivered yet. Please wait a moment, Master."
Xuantang shook the baggage behind his back and said, "The poor monk has prepared some resources of his own, enough to worship the Jianmu sacred tree two or three times, so there is no need to wait."
Lin Ze smiled and said meaningfully: "The Master is very well prepared."
Xuantang looked calmly and said: "The Human Emperor is willing to fight for the opportunity for the poor monk to receive rewards from heaven. The poor monk is already grateful and satisfied. How dare he push the envelope and make the Emperor spend money?"
You are worried that there is something wrong with the resources I provide you, and that it will waste the number of times you receive heavenly rewards.
It’s really like judging a gentleman’s belly with a villain’s heart.
To be honest, I still can't bear to part with it.
Lin Ze secretly complained, formed seals with his hands, and made countless complex gestures accompanied by Lin Ze's unique aura, rushing towards the formation that enveloped the Jianmu Sacred Tree.
A passage appeared at Xuantang's feet. Xuantang looked excited and stepped on it without hesitation.
The next moment, Xuantang appeared within a foot of the Jianmu Sacred Tree, and the passage was closed again.
If Lin Ze hadn't laid out this cumbersome formation that could bring the Jianmu Sacred Tree to death at any time, how could it have prevented everyone from prying at it?
Will Hui Shi just stay in the house and not come over to pay homage? Will the Confucian Sage and the Tongtian Sword Master just want to trade with Lin Ze?
Don't be kidding, we are all very strong in the world, how can we have the heart to abide by so many rules set by others?
If you don't break the rules and walk by, how can you look different?
Of course, there are exceptions like Lin Ze who can't be crushed.
As soon as the formation was activated, Zhuang Zhou Hui Shi, who was in the courtyard, was immediately alarmed.
The two watched helplessly as Xuantang, dressed in white monk robes, appeared at the foot of the Jianmu Sacred Tree. As if no one else was watching, he took out five extremely rare treasures of heaven, materials and earth from his bag, and buried them in five different places around the Jianmu Sacred Tree.
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Hui Shi couldn't help but ask: "Lin Ze, is he also your brother and friend?"
Lin Ze glanced at him and said leisurely: "It's the teacher's wish to let Xuantang worship the Jianmu Sacred Tree. I don't dare to disobey the teacher. If you are dissatisfied, go to the teacher yourself. Why are you pretending to be a hero in front of me?"
When Hui Shi heard this, his expression froze, and he turned to look at Zhuang Zhou.
Zhuang Zhou nodded slightly and said, "Teacher did tacitly agree to this matter."
Hui Shi was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood. What happened to Daogong now? Why would everyone prefer to favor outsiders rather than themselves?
At this moment, Hui Shi felt resentment towards the Taoist Saint for the first time. It was like a seed that took root in his heart. He didn't know when it would grow into a towering tree.
It was a pity that no one present, including Zhuang Zhou, cared about what he was thinking.
Lin Ze and Zhuang Zhou were staring at Xuantang intently. They wanted to take a good look at what kind of shocking scene Xuantang would reveal after devouring the Buddha.
After Xuantang buried the resources dedicated to the Jianmu Sacred Tree, he sat cross-legged on the spot, clasped his hands together, and muttered something.
Due to the distance between the two sides and the formation, Lin Ze and Zhuang Zhou could not hear what Xuantang said specifically, but they could tell from the changes in his mouth patterns that he was reciting Buddhist scriptures.
Lin Ze chuckled lightly, and the person who swallowed the Buddha ran to the Jianmu Sacred Tree to recite Buddhist scriptures. It was a bit inconsistent no matter how you looked at it.
The next moment, a bright golden Buddha light emerged from Xuantang's body, as if a living Buddha was born, sacred and inviolable.
Lin Ze had to admit that from the perspective of appearance, Xuantang conformed to all the fantasies that ordinary Buddhist believers had about the Buddha and other Buddhas. He had an extraordinary temperament, floating like floating clouds, and as graceful as a startling giant.
In terms of temperament, he is just a little bit worse than me, a negligible amount.
The Buddha's light on Xuantang's body became more and more intense, from the original height of one foot to three feet high at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Looking from a distance, a golden cicada is looming in the Buddha's light.
At this time, the heavenly reward fell from the nine heavens, fell on Xuantang, and merged into Xuantang's body.
With a "pop" sound, the Buddha's light suddenly rose, and a burst of dragon roars sounded out of thin air.
Lin Ze couldn't help but frown slightly, where did the dragon come from?
I saw eight small light groups separated from the Buddha's light, rolling endlessly in the air, changing shapes, and gradually condensed into eight small dragons, flying around Xuantang.
The eight heavenly dragons appear in front of people.
I don't know what Xuantang did secretly, but the reward given to him by heaven was longer than anything Lin Ze had ever seen.
The Buddha's light, which had declined and become smaller due to the splitting of the eight heavenly dragons, rose again and suddenly reached a height of more than ten feet.
Xuantang seemed as if he hadn't heard anything and was concentrating on reciting Buddhist scriptures.
The Buddha's light suddenly became distorted, and there was a faint figure of a human figure shaking in it. After stirring for a full quarter of an hour, a Buddha jumped out, holding a green lantern.
Shaking and swaying, another Buddha jumped out, with his hands clasped together and his precious appearance solemn.
The continuous heavenly rewards suddenly disappeared, and the Buddha's light began to fall.
Xuantang had a ferocious look on his face, gritted his teeth, and yelled: "Get out."
The falling Buddha's light suddenly stopped, and a smiling Buddha forced his way out.
The Buddha's light that emerged from three Buddhas in a row finally spread out thousands of miles, and most of it disappeared into Xuantang's body, leaving only a trace hanging on his body.
He looks like a little brother who vomits a lot but refuses to be weak.
After the three Buddhas were condensed and formed, Xuantang's face became obviously more relaxed.
After taking a short rest, he changed his hands together to make a gesture, and changed the sutra in his mouth accordingly.
Looking around, the three Buddhas are gradually approaching, and there are faint signs of merging into one.
Lin Ze frowned slightly, separated it first and then brought it back together. What kind of operation is this?
Xuantang let out a long breath, a look of determination appeared on his face, and his whole body was shaking, as if he had exerted too much force.
With his efforts, the three Buddhas have partially merged into one.
It's not difficult at the front, but it gets harder as you get to the back. Even Xuantang, who had been prepared for it, never thought he could succeed at once. He just wanted to go as far as possible to pave the way for the next success.
An hour later, most of the three nine-foot-nine Buddhas were integrated together, except for some corners that had not yet merged, as if they would be completely integrated in the next moment.
Xuantang shouted loudly: "Three Buddhas are united into one, how long will it take until this matter is resolved?"
The fusion of the three Buddhas, which was in a stalemate, gradually became looser and began to move closer to the fusion of all.
When the last gap was closed, Xuantang couldn't restrain the look of surprise on his face.
However, a thunder sounded out of nowhere, and Xuantang's face changed drastically. The Buddha's figure that was fused together before his eyes was struck into pieces by a bolt of lightning.
Xuantang's Qi was injured, and he spit out a large mouthful of blood, with a look of disbelief on his face, and murmured to himself: "Why not? Why? I can obviously become a saint, why does God not allow it, and must ruin my life?"
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"Ah~~~"
Xuantang looked up to the sky and roared, the anger accumulated in his heart unable to be vented.
He really couldn't figure it out. He clearly devoured the Buddha and inherited everything from the Buddha. Why couldn't he be promoted to the saint realm?
The more Xuantang thought about it, the more he couldn't figure it out. His aura began to rage, and the originally golden Buddha light seemed to be coated with a layer of black paint, which was strange and evil.
Xuantang's eyes glowed red and he said: "Since the Buddha refuses to save me, then I will become a demon."