The God of Great You snorted coldly and activated the magic power. The soul-fixing mirror in the black clouds also shone brightly. A pale bone hand also flew up from the mirror and faced the golden light palm. Both of them moved true fire, and used their natal true energy to activate the magic power of magic and form, and they wanted to determine life and death within one blow! The golden palm collided with the bone hand, and exploded into a ball of Buddha light, a ball of black air, entangled and revolved.

Snow lady laughed charmingly, seized the opportunity, raised her hand and flew out a red silk ribbon, and took the head of Monk Sanchen. Monk Sanchen pinched a magic seal with both hands and raised it upwards. A Vajra palm was like a giant mountain pressing eggs, pressing it on the red silk. Snow lady shook her hand, and thousands of peach blossoms floated out of the red silk ribbon, each of which was one foot in size, gorgeous and incompetent. A faint fragrance emanated from the peach blossoms, and a trace of red mist flew up, which seemed delicate and powerless, but when the giant Vajra palm touched the peach blossom red mist, it immediately made a sound, and it was corroded a large piece. This peach blossom Yuanshen Wu was secretly passed down by Tianyu Sect. It was made of a woman's Tiangui dirty blood mixed with peach blossom poisonous miasma and various highly toxic and filthy things. It was a despicable Buddhist magic weapon and Taoist technique. If a mortal accidentally sucked in a trace, it would immediately turn into pus and blood, which was extremely vicious.

The God of Dayou laughed: "What a move to 'peach blossoms and suck the Yuanwu fog'. The magic of Tianyu teaches is really eye-opening! Sanchen bald donkey, I'll send you back to your position today!" The black clouds around him suddenly retracted and threw them into the soul-fixing mirror. The soul-fixing mirror was like a long whale sucking water, and the black clouds were cleaned. The mirror surface became even more gloomy, like a bottomless abyss. Then a black light about a meter thick suddenly popped up, and wherever it passed, it made a hissing sound, and the sound was extremely fierce. Snow lady shook her bare hands again, and the red silk ribbon came with more than tens of peach blossoms covering the sky, and it was attacked with the light of the God of Dayou.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Monk Sanchen shouted inwardly: "No wonder when I went out, my master said that there was still a small disaster when I went down the mountain. I ordered me to bring the treasure of the temple to the temple. I thought I wanted to use this treasure to extradite people who are destined to do, but I didn't expect that I would use it first." At this moment, I didn't care about thinking about it anymore. When I thought about it, a book-shaped treasure suddenly appeared in the layers of Buddha light behind my head.

The format of this book is no different from the ordinary Buddhist scriptures in the temple, but it is three feet tall and seven inches thick. The five big words "The Four Volumes of the Lankavatara Sutra" are written on the cover in golden ink. As soon as this sutra was released, it was already amazing, and the heavy Buddha light and supreme majesty on the scriptures were already amazing. The black light emitted by the soul-fixing mirror was first placed in it, shining directly on the scriptures. The Buddha light trembled, and there was nothing wrong between the layers of ripples.

Monk Sanchen yelled and poured all his magic power into the scriptures. The "Four Volumes of Lankavatara Sutra" roared and suddenly opened the first page! A grand voice resounded through the void, making the space roar, and it roared endlessly. "I heard it!" This is the most classic opening remark in the Buddhist scriptures, indicating that the person who wrote the scriptures heard the Buddha teach the Dharma with his own ears and recorded it truthfully. It was originally a very ordinary sentence, but when the voice was recited, infinite power was born out of thin air!

"So I heard it!" When the first word "Ru" sounded, the soul-determining mirror made a sarcastic cry, as if a dying person was stabbed several times, and the mirror also made a shattering sound. When the second word "Yes" sounded, the God of Great You looked crazy and shouted: "The Lankavatara Sutra! Ah!" The black clouds were stirred by the sound of Buddha and kept twisting. The God of Great You's voice was full of extreme fear. Suddenly, the black clouds rose, and broke through the air with a sharp roar, without a trace.

When the two words were heard, the bloody face of Snow Madam Snow's pretty face faded away, and the word "I" sounded, and she also let out a extremely shrill scream. The red ling ribbon seemed to be a poisonous snake that had been pinched for seven inches. In an instant, the fierce power disappeared and lost its spirituality. The peach blossom fog composed of ten thousand peach blossoms also turned into wisps of blue smoke and drifted without a trace. Snow Madam was also scared like the Great God of Ghost: "The Four Volumes of Lankavatara Sutra, you actually brought this treasure on your body!" Before he finished speaking, even though the light of escape was raised, it turned into a bright red mist, and he hurriedly ran away.

The sutra only turned one page and made a sound, and then hit one of the top two masters among the great demon sects seriously injured and escaped, showing the unparalleled divine power of this Buddhist treasure. Monk Sanchen looked pale, as if forcibly urged the "Four Volumes of Lankavatara Sutra" to death, which really cost him too much energy. After a long time, he reached out and pointed. The sutra slowly fell down, getting smaller and smaller, and disappeared behind his head.

Monk Sanchen sneered, his eyes full of mocking: "The treasure of the Dianxian? If the treasure of the Dianxian is born, those who are destined to be with the Xuanmen and the Demonic Dao will definitely flock to you. It's a pity that my Buddhist disciples are not allowed to participate. Could it be that the destined person is among the disciples of the Xuanmen and the Demonic Dao who are snatching the treasure this time? Even the demons of the Soul-Devouring Dao and the Tianyu Sect are coming. The treasure of the Dianxian is probably very involved. Forget it, let's go and find the young man just now and let him get in, so as not to be taken advantage of by other families."

Let’s talk about Ling Chong practicing sword skills in the room and was sweating all over. He ordered his servants to prepare a large basin of hot water, take a comfortable bath, change into a dry clothes, and go out happily, and walk to the west of the city. Through the two streets, the voices gradually spread. The shops on both sides were covered with blue bricks and tiles, shining brightly. This Xuanwu Street is the most prosperous place outside the Zhuque Street, which is lined with brothels and brothels in Jinling City. Therefore, it is full of shops selling antiques and other rare objects.

Ling Chong walked along the way, and people kept coming in and out of the shops on both sides. When he saw it was him, many people nodded and greeted him, "Second Young Master!" "Hello Young Master Ling!" Ling Chong always greeted him politely. Turning a corner of the street, there was a three-story ancient building in front of him, with a plaque hanging in the middle, with three large gilded characters "Treasure Pavilion" written on it.

Ling Chong stepped in and the hall on the first floor was full of famous calligraphy and paintings, and various antiques. More than a dozen guests were accompanied by several friends to select antiques. A guy was sharp-eyed and saw Ling Chong running over and laughed and said, "The Second Master is here! Please come upstairs. It happened that our shopkeeper had just collected a batch of good goods. He was about to ask you to have a look!"

The Ling family is a wealthy family. Ling Zhen is a virtuous person by nature, and he is abandoned in all wine, sex, wealth and energy. He is only interested in antiques, calligraphy and painting. He is also an expert. In addition, he has a wealthy family. As long as he encounters genuine treasures, he will buy them without hesitation and collect them. Therefore, there are no antique shops on the entire Xuanwu Street who don’t know this Mr. Ling. Ling Chong was taken to these old shops by Ling Zhen when he was seven or eight years old. Seeing Ling Zhen appreciate antiques with the shopkeepers, he was young and smart, and could learn and ask more questions. In just a few years, he actually learned a lot of antiques, and he was like an expert in appraisal.

But later he was tired of Confucianism and Taoism and refused to learn from him. Ling Zhen was severely taught a lesson, thinking that antiques were also the reason why he lost his ambition, so he forbidden him from wandering on Xuanwu Street again. Not only that, but the monthly money dropped sharply from the previous thirty taels to ten taels.

This ten taels of silver is enough for ordinary families to live for a year, but Ling Chong has always liked rare things and was used to spending money. Now it took his life and was really silent for a while. Later, the old lady couldn't bear it and secretly gave him a lot of silver. Ling Chong was only a little more affordable. This time, he took all his own belongings to two thousand taels of silver and wanted to buy a good ancient sword to practice swordsmanship.
Chapter completed!