Chapter 170 [Palm pattern changes]

"Senior Brother Liu, Senior Brother Liu!"

In the early morning, Wu Muyu's tender shouts came from outside the monk's room.

Liu Zhuo was practicing in Longyuan Tower, and suddenly opened his eyes and said, "It seems like Wumuyu, what's the point of this little guy?"

Then, he smiled a little, quickly got up and left Longyuantan, sat cross-legged on the bed, pretending to be meditating and regulating his breathing.

"Senior Brother Liu." Wu Muyu's face turned red and he rushed into the monk's room.

Liu Zhuo smiled and said, "My junior brother, what happened?"

Wu Muyu said mysteriously: "But it's not good. Uncle Baolai from Maitreya Zen Temple disappeared for no reason when he was guarding the Sutra Pavilion. Master said that the restrictions in the Sutra Pavilion were destroyed for several floors, and he almost succeeded."

Liu Zhuo's expression changed. He had also heard of Monk Baolai, who was also a master in the middle stage of the Dan Cultivation and would definitely not disappear for no reason.

Liu Zhuo thought to himself, the Yin-Yang Taoist once said that he was coming to Daluo Temple. I guess the time had arrived long ago. After thinking about it, it was the most likely that he had made a bad move.

"Eh, what did Master say?" Liu Zhuo asked.

Wu Muyu stared at her black eyes and said with a smile: "My master was called by Master Huiyin's uncle early in the morning. He must be discussing countermeasures. Maybe in a few days, he will be able to catch this person who sneaked into the temple."

"It seems that Uncle Baolai may have encountered an unexpected situation, and the murderer's methods are really powerful." Liu Zhuo nodded.

"By the way, Senior Brother Liu, Master, let me tell you that the list of disciples participating in the Battle of Buddha in our DAMO Academy has been confirmed. Not only are Senior Brother Liu, but also Senior Brother Nan Guo and another Senior Brother Li."

The news was expected. Liu Zhuo smiled and touched Wu Muyu's bald head, and said, "Then thank you junior brother."

Wu Muyu also smiled and said, "Okay, I have to leave. Senior Brother Lan is still waiting for me to wipe the Buddha statue."

After saying that, Wu Muyu let out a tender laugh, turned around and ran away.

Seeing this, Liu Zhuo smiled and shook his head, then returned to Longyuan Hall and continued his retreat and practiced.

Although the incident of Monk Baolai missing for no reason is probably inseparable from the Yin-Yang Taoist, it is not something that he is a monk in the Foundation Establishment Stage that can intervene. There are many masters in the Daluo Temple, and there are even masters in the Nascent Soul stage, so naturally there is no need to worry about it.

Time flies, and the time of practicing in Longyuan Hall passed quickly. In the next month, Liu Zhuo devoted all his time to restoring his spiritual consciousness. With his unremitting efforts, he completely restored the damaged spiritual consciousness the night before the Buddha Fighting Association began.

At the same time, a lot of things have happened in Daluo Temple this month. Monk Baolai disappeared for no reason, which has caused a stir in the temple. That night, Huiyin presided over the dispatch of three abbots of the Jiedan period to guard the Sutra Pavilion.

Unexpectedly, one night, these three abbots of the Kalpa period disappeared for no reason. The ban in the Sutra Pavilion was broken through the six paths, and a confidential Buddhist scripture disappeared.

Such a strange thing has never happened in the nearly ten thousand years of history of Daluo Temple, and it also caused a panic in the temple.

Therefore, that night, Huiyin, a master of the Nascent Soul stage, personally took three abbots of the Jiedan stage to wait in front of the Sutra Library. I don’t know if it was the murderer, but this mysterious man did not appear that night. Then Huiyin even looked through the entire Daluo Temple, but could not find any clues.

On the third day, three more masters from the Jingdan stage were guarding the Sutra Library. That night, the three abbots of the Jingdan stage disappeared silently.

The next day, the whole temple was in an uproar.

So, on the fourth day, the fifth day... In the more than a month later, Huiyin had to guard the Sutra Pavilion personally to calm the storm down. Faced with the great master of the Nascent Soul stage, this mysterious man seemed to be timid and did not appear again.

However, Huiyin, the director of the Sutra Pavilion, did not dare to leave the Sutra Pavilion easily. The entire Sutra Pavilion stores Buddhist books accumulated by Daluo Temple for nearly ten thousand years. Each book is extremely precious, and there are countless profound and powerful techniques. Naturally, he cannot be left alone and stolen.

Although Liu Zhuo was practicing in seclusion, he knew everything clearly. Thanks to Wu Muyu jumping around every day and telling him these things.

Seeing that the next day was the day when the Buddha Fighting Festival began, Liu Zhuo left Longyuan Temple and sat upright in the house to admire the night view outside the monk's room. He was also quite moved when he remembered what happened these days.

A figure flashed in the quiet monastery.

It was Lan Menglong holding his life banner and walking into the monk's room and laughing: "Brother Liu, how have you practiced these days?"

"It's pretty good. Brother Lan is still looking for me so late, but what's the matter?" Liu Zhuo smiled. He found that Lan Menglong was already at the second level of Qi training stage. Although he was not qualified, his cultivation speed was not slow because of the medicinal properties of Gu Ling Dan.

Lan Menglong narrowed his eyes and said mysteriously: "This time I have something important to find you, brother. I have studied the palm lines that can be called "the number one domineering in the ages" for so many days, but I have gained some insights."

Liu Zhuo was very interested and said, "Tell me quickly, you may be able to calculate my life?"

Lan Menglong shook his head and said, "If I borrow the realm of good fortune and good fortune to use my life skills, I can't count it. I'm afraid I'll have to be a man before I finish it. Brother, please reach out and let me see it and make a decision."

Liu Zhuo stretched out his right hand in confusion and said, "Didn't you rubbing my palm print?"

"No, no. Fortune-telling, fortune-telling, the real fate cannot be calculated with the palm lines of the rubbing." Lan Menglong shook his head, narrowed his eyes and glanced at Liu Zhuo's palm, then his face turned pale, and he showed a ghost expression.

Liu Zhuo exclaimed: "What's wrong?"

Lan Menglong looked at Liu Zhuo's whole body with a look of monsters, and said tremblingly: "Little... brother, why did your palm prints become different from the last time I copied them?"

"Eh?" Liu Zhuo looked suspiciously and looked at his palm for a while.

He has studied his palm lines, but there is a big taboo among fortune tellers, which is that he must not tell fortunes for himself. Whether he is doing it right or wrong, as long as he tells his fortune, he will definitely encounter a bloody disaster or even die. So no one who knows fortune telling can dare to tell fortunes for himself.

However, he looked at his palm lines and secretly recalled it, as if it was a little different from what he saw a few days ago.

Lan Menglong looked solemn and took out the palm prints of Liu Zhuo's palm prints a month ago. He put the paper on the wooden table and said, "Brother, please see for yourself, what changes have happened to your palm prints."

Comparing his palms, Liu Zhuo narrowed his eyes, swept back and forth, and said in surprise: "Why is my lifeline gone? Instead, a palm line that is incomprehensible appears."

Lan Menglong said worriedly: "This situation is very bad. He rashly changed his fate, but disasters come one after another."

"Damn it?" Liu Zhuo murmured: "Tomorrow will be the Buddha Fighting Game, is it referring to this?"

A ray of light flashed through Lan Menglong's thin eyes: "It's hard to say. Brother, you shouldn't participate tomorrow. Just in case, the fate of a person is strange and unpredictable, and nothing can be said."

Liu Zhuo thought for a while and shook his head and said, "No, I have been preparing for a long time, so don't give up. At most, be careful tomorrow."

When Lan Menglong heard this, he sighed and said, "Since that's the case, be careful."

When Liu Zhuo heard this, he looked at his strange palm lines and was puzzled, and he had nothing to say.

At this time, the candlelight in the monk's room swayed, and two lengthened shadows reflected in the darkness, and the room was also in silence and tranquility.

The next day, the once-decade Buddha Fighting Conference in Daluo Temple began.

As the name suggests, the Buddha Fighting is a competition, which is divided into "Buddha Fighting" and "Dharma Fighting". The Buddha Fighting does not require action. The competition is the monk's understanding of Buddhism and attainments in Buddhism. As for Dharma Fighting, it is a serious fight, with both sides using magical tools and various supernatural powers at will, but they are absolutely not allowed to hurt people's lives. In each battle, there will be abbot in each Zen temple to watch to avoid accidental injury.

Because of the existence of mysterious figures who broke into the Sutra Pavilion that night, and the loss of seven masters of the Kandian stage in the temple, the Buddha Fighting Festival was not hosted by the temple's host, but instead the presidency of the precepts monk, and the various rituals were much simpler. No ordinary disciples are allowed to come and watch. Compared with the scenes where tens of thousands of disciples gathered on the Jade Buddha Altar in the past, it is extremely deserted.

Early in the morning, Liu Zhuo, Wu Muyu and Lan Menglong followed the old monk Wukong to the Jade Buddha Altar.

Thirty-six arenas have been built on the top of the huge stone peak, and the monk precepts stopped on the central hall, but closed his eyes and was waiting for the beginning of the Buddha Fighting Conference.

There were also sparse gathering of monks around, and the abbots of the seventy-two meditation temples were all here. There were a total of 216 disciples participating in the Buddhist fight, of which more than 100 were to compete for Buddhism, while other disciples wanted to fight with real swords and guns.

Liu Zhuo followed Monk Wukong and looked around. He immediately saw Nan Guotian standing out in the crowd.

Nan Guo still looked dull and didn't say much. He came to Monk Wukong with a monk with a gentle face, and said with both hands together: "Disciple has seen uncle."

"Oh, there is no need to work too hard. This time it is the presidency of the precepts. The old guy must favor his disciples. Just don't embarrass me." Monk Wukong said leisurely. He looked at the precepts monk on the palace platform, and the more he looked at it, the more he became unhappy.

"Disciple does its best." Nan Guotian answered the question irrelevantly.

So, the group of people from the Bodhidharma Temple came to a ring and saw a group of female monks from the Kuchan Temple in front of the ring. They had black hair and were wrapped in a peaceful mood. Nianci was particularly eye-catching.

"Junior Sister Nianci, is it necessary for my Dharma Academy to compete with your Ku Zen Temple this time?" Monk Wukong said with a loud voice.

Nian Ci turned her beautiful face without makeup and said lightly: "It happened that I didn't expect to meet Senior Brother Wukong, but this was also the arrangement of Senior Brother Jieru."

Monk Wukong glared and said, "The old man in the precepts deliberately opposes me and asks my apprentice to compete with a group of girls, so he will naturally not be able to do anything ruthless."

"Old monk, what are you talking nonsense? Our Ku Zen Temple is not weak either." A arrogant voice sounded, and the little nun Miaochen came out from behind.

"Miaochen, don't be rude!" Nian Ci rebuked.

"Haha, it's okay, it's okay, monk, I'll see how powerful this little girl is? Boy Liu, you can lose anyone you lose this time, but you can't lose to this girl." Monk Wukong began to give Liu Zhuo the indicators.

"Master, I will do my best." Liu Zhuo said with a wry smile.

"Is it you?" Miaochen said in surprise.

Liu Zhuo had two ten-fold together and smiled and said, "I'm meeting Junior Sister Miaochen again, what a coincidence."

"Hmph, I won't show mercy later." Miaochen said proudly.

"Since it's a magic fight, everyone will naturally do their best." Liu Zhuo said, but found that Nian Ci was looking at him, and there was an indescribable meaning in her beautiful eyes.

Liu Zhuo was surprised and smiled back.

"Everyone!" At this time, a majestic voice suddenly sounded. The monk precepts who stopped in the center of the hall finally said loudly: "This Buddha Fighting Meeting is because Master Hui has important things, so I will preside over it. Today..."

"Hmph, pretend." Monk Wukong said angrily below.

Next, the monk precepts explained again, and said it carefully about the rules of the Buddha Fighting Association over the years. Finally, he said majesticly: "Now start the competition, one-on-one battle. According to convention, whether it is a Buddha Fight or a Dharma Fight, those who can obtain the top three are qualified to enter the Sutra Pavilion to select different Buddhist scriptures. The competition will begin below, and will be supervised by the abbots of the Zen Temple!"

After saying that, the abbot of Tianxuan Chan Temple, Monk Zhenguan, jumped onto the ring and said with a smile: "This match is a competition between the disciples of the Damo Academy and the disciples of the Kuchan Temple. Let's go to the ring."

After hearing this, Monk Wukong looked around and pointed at Liu Zhuo and said, "Brother Liu, you go first."

Liu Zhuo was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that he would be the first one, so he had to perform the Buddhist rituals and jumped to the arena.

"Master, I'll deal with him." The little nun Miaoyin couldn't wait. Before Nianci could speak, she jumped over and her delicate figure fell on the ring.

Seeing this, Nianci couldn't help but shake her head slightly, and had to let her disciple do whatever she wanted. However, looking at Liu Zhuo's long figure on the ring, she showed a hint of expectation on her face. This expression was completely inconsistent with Nianci's monk who pursued peace and artistic conception.

"I really didn't expect to meet my junior sister so soon." Liu Zhuo smiled and used a frightening and quick method to support himself two layers of mid-level five-element shields.

Seeing that Liu Zhuo was so skillful in pinching magic tricks, Miaoyin was stunned for a moment, and quickly supported the shield for herself, muttering: "What's so great about pinching magic tricks? Let you look at my magic weapon and you will know it's amazing."

After talking, a light red scarf suddenly emerged from Miaoyin's hand.

"Crazy!" Miaoyin shouted softly, raised her hand and made a spell. Suddenly, the scarf burned red flames all over the body, and began to grow rapidly, accompanied by the sound of a phoenix sound that was like a substance.

"Is it a magic weapon at the ground level?" Liu Zhuo raised his sword eyebrows and said with a smile.
To be continued...