"Old monk, what's so unique about this broken scripture?"
Tianjiu opened the page and found that the whole book was full of obscure scriptures. He chanted for a long time and could not understand a single word. The formulas were not like the formulas, and the classics were not like classics. Each scripture was the size of a tadpole, and the fonts around it were
Exudes a faint golden Buddha light.
"It's nothing special! Just some ordinary Pure Heart Buddha mantras." Ku Hui replied perfunctorily, his consciousness had already been cast into the distant airspace, paying attention to the Heavenly Tribulation of Transformation.
"That's right! You're lying to a ghost! You're treating the Pure Heart Buddha Mantra as a Buddhist treasure. I'm not a fool!" Tianjiu sneered.
After a short while, the old monk Kugui came back to his senses, and then replied: "Really, boy, the reason why the old monk never let go of it is because as long as you practice with it, you will never go crazy and practice anything.
Everything is done twice the result with half the effort. In fact, the old monk only has moderate qualifications, but after getting this scripture, his cultivation has increased with time. In less than a thousand years, he has entered the ranks of Nascent Soul monks. This is why the old monk said it is the life root.
Son!"
"Oh, that's it. It seems that the boy really can't take advantage of this book." Tianjiu said, with colorful vortexes swirling in the depths of his eyes.
Looking at the scriptures again, the originally dark golden tadpole scriptures all turned into the appearance of the Buddha. They closed their eyes one by one and chanted the scriptures. With every breath, hundreds of secret texts with Buddhist characters burst out. Those secret texts with Buddhist characters were transmitted into the sea of consciousness, making people
It makes people feel refreshed and extremely happy.
"Huh?"
Tianjiu was secretly frightened, and his consciousness rushed towards one of the Buddhas. Suddenly, to his great surprise, the golden Buddha instantly appeared in the different space of his consciousness sea, sitting cross-legged in the middle of the sky, still closed.
I recited the sutra with my eyes and realized the space of 30,000 miles in different seas and spaces, and I suddenly trembled for a breath. The flowers and plants on the ground suddenly came alive, the springs tinkled, the rivers flowed, and it was an endless and unparalleled beauty.
"That's right! That's right! When a monk comes to recite sutras, he can actually change the characteristics of this world. Haha! Old monk Kugui, you are in trouble this time! I didn't steal your book, but I stole the monk in your sutra.
!Quack!”
Tianjiu's heart screamed strangely, and his spiritual consciousness rolled out wildly. The Buddhas in the scriptures poured into his forehead one after another. Slowly, in the different space of his consciousness, a giant Buddha of a hundred feet tall, standing tall on the sky and on the earth, gradually formed...
At the same time, in the sky outside, the thunder inspired by the Sixty-nine Heavenly Tribulations also fell one after another...
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An hour passed quietly. When the sixth wave of thunder faintly dispersed, the sky suddenly became brighter and brighter, and the scorching sun shone in the sky again. Then, a piece of colorful clouds floated from the east. It could not take a breath, and it was already completely covered.
The entire fifth-level rooftop.
"Hey, hey, hey! Damn boy, have you read enough? It's been more than an hour, please return the scriptures to me!" Ku Hui looked at the whole process of transcending the tribulation with fear, and his heart was already in turmoil. When he came back to his senses,
Come on, an hour has passed.
"Uh? It's been an hour? Is it that long?" Tianjiu swept away the Buddha on the last page of scripture, turned over and sat up, and shook his head a few times, which was a little dull.
With a dark face, the old monk Kugui grabbed the Book of Music and God and read it carefully in his hand for a long time.
"Hey! You didn't do anything, did you?" asked the old monk Kugui. The scripture is still the same, but the font seems to be missing a trace of Buddha's light.
"Tch! What tricks can I do? Can I offend a broken book? Put it away quickly, or you will be targeted by other monks!" Tianjiu looked disdainful.
Ku Hui was stunned for more than ten breaths. Finally, he turned over his hand and collected the scriptures. At the same time, he let out a long sigh of relief.
"Humph! After reading the old monk's scriptures, can we tell who is the god?" Ku Hui asked with his eyes rolling.
"Old monk, you are such a thief. Reading this broken sutra book makes you sleepy. Of course, time passed by in a flash. Not only did the boy not see the tribulation, he also lost a Buddha's golden armor in vain. Oops.
Yeah, I've lost a lot this time! I still want you to tell me information, but there's no way!" Tianjiu shouted with sour teeth, causing the big bosses in the sky to twitch.
At this moment, Master Kutian squinted his eyes, glanced at the crowd, hummed softly, and flew away, turning into a stream of light and shooting towards the fifth-level rooftop.
"Let's go, let's go! Don't be nagging, old boys, let's go see the God-Transforming Power!" Kuxing's eyes flashed, and he urged the two people below him. After saying that, he turned into a stream of light and disappeared from where he was.
After a while, the escaping light rose up and shot towards the fifth-level rooftop. Not to be outdone, the old monk Kugui dodged a few times and flew into Mount Wutai.
Only Tianjiu, who was sitting on the railing, disagreed and snorted coldly: "Tch! What's so good about that damn old man?! What if he transformed into a god? He's not just a shaman who sweeps the floor!"
Having said that, he still reluctantly jumped into the air, not to go to Tiantai Mountain, but to shoot out of Famen Temple in the opposite direction.
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The fifth-level rooftop has long been unrecognizable. The once magnificent Wutai Palace is like a ruin, with broken walls and strange rocks. The fifth- and sixth-level magic circles that were originally astonishingly protective were also wiped out in the thunder.
A low Bodhi tree still stands stubbornly among the rocks. Under the Bodhi tree, an old monk with a white beard sits cross-legged with his back to his back. The cassock on the old monk's body is in tatters. Half of the sleeve on the right side has disappeared, revealing a
His golden arms were shining with golden light. There was no pressure on him at all, just like a mortal. However, there was a faint majestic Buddha light bursting from his body.
"Amitabha! Disciple Kutian, first of all, congratulations to the master on his great achievement in becoming a god! Who is such a master, master? Why have you committed yourself to our Famen Temple to survive the tribulation?"
Kutian waited until the dew dispersed, then slowly stepped onto the rooftop, stood thousands of feet away, and saluted the old monk under the bodhi tree.
"Kutian? You are here! The old man demolished your Wutai Palace. Are you distressed?" the old monk under the bodhi tree asked in a voice.
"Master, it's funny! A mere Wutai Palace has turned into a powerful being. What a great virtue this is! It's so good! Master, can my disciples come closer to listen to your teachings?" Kutian bowed quickly, with a smile on his face.
road.
Just as he was talking, a group of big guys from Famen Temple came over one after another and landed ten thousand feet away, looking here in surprise. However, everyone's consciousness was restrained and they did not dare to detect it at all.
"You all just wait. The old man has just been promoted and his soul is not stable. He doesn't want to get too involved. If you want to wait, you can go back. If you don't want to wait, you can go back. Where is the flower monk? Tell him to get over here!"
"Monk Hua? Who is the Master talking about? There is no Monk Hua in Famen Temple!" Kutian looked stunned and replied awkwardly.
"Hmph! It's that monk who drinks wine, eats meat and plays with women. What is he if he's not a flower monk? Where are the others?" Under the bodhi tree, the old man hummed.
"Wuchen?" Ku Hui trembled, turned around and shouted: "Monk Hua, Master wants to see you! Why don't you get over here?!"
"Coming, coming!"
A stream of light flew over, and after the stream of light condensed, Tianjiu's wretched figure appeared.
He was holding a bulging treasure bag in one hand and two shiny pig legs in the other hand. He briefly glanced at the old monk Kugui and sneered: "Tsk! Old monk, what the hell is your name! Don't you want to fix it?"
Order good wine and good meat, how can you stuff that damn old man's mouth!"
"Amitabha! Wuchen, take these things to see the master, are you willing to die?" The dead lamp on the side shouted in a low voice.
"Hehehe, abbot, it's not the boy who wants his life, but the old man who wants his life after seeing this! Hehehehe!"
Tianjiu said, Shi Shiran walked to the bodhi tree, threw the treasure bag in his hand to the ground, and sat down on the ground.
"Old man Pochen, third-grade spiritual pork, and the Drunk Immortal Wine from Wanfo Tower, your favorites, I brought them to you! I'll bring them to you as a gift from Quan as a gift to you! What do you think?"
"Broken?!" Ku Tian was dumbfounded.
"Is he Monk Pochen?" Dozens of big men were stunned for a moment, staring blankly at the white-bearded old monk sitting cross-legged with his back to his back.
"Amitabha! Masters, I finally meet you again!"
Old monk Pochen stood up slowly, turned around, and smiled harmlessly at everyone.
In the crowd, Master Kuquan was trembling all over. He stepped out, pointed at Pochen and shouted: "Bold Pochen, why are you pretending to be a god? How can a mere sweeping novice become a god? It's really ridiculous!"
"Arrogant and ignorant! Palm!"
Old monk Pochen sneered and slapped his withered hand gently. Thousands of feet away, a foot in front of Master Kuquan, a big silver hand suddenly appeared. Following the movement of old monk Pochen's palm, the big hand also flapped violently.
The fan will open.
"Pah pah pah pah~!"
A series of extremely crisp sounds came out, and Master Kuquan's head was seen shaking rapidly, his big face was instantly blood red, and ten purple-black fingerprints were clearly visible on both cheeks.
Master Kuquan wanted to raise his hands to protect himself, but unfortunately not only his hands, but also his body could not move at all. As a last resort, he shouted loudly:
"Master Kutian, save me!"
Not far away, Ku Tian's face was ashen, he gritted his teeth, and slowly stretched out his big hand, about to use the secret technique of the Buddha's Palm.
A silver claw grabbed out of the air, and with just a slight pause, it broke through all the protection in front of Kutian, and easily grabbed Kutian's wrist. Then, all the spiritual power in Yuanying's body stagnated in his Dantian, and could no longer be seen.
Can't drive at all.
"Hahaha! Is it ridiculous that I am, or are you being ridiculous? In order to transform into a god, I transformed into an ordinary person, broke and then stood up again, and practiced from the beginning for more than a thousand years as a little sweeping novice, but you, the juniors, have never seen it through. It's really ridiculous.
Wow! The Buddha has a spirit in heaven. Is he crying or laughing?" Old monk Pochen raised his head and laughed, shaking his head at all the big guys.
"Amitabha! Master, please be merciful and let Kuquan go?" Kudeng braced himself and said tremblingly.
"Hmph! Today I'm looking at Ku Deng's face. I'll spare you for once. If you dare to speak rudely again, I'll knock off your big teeth!" Po Chen said harshly, stopped flapping his palms, and held Ku Tian's one.
The silver hand also melted piece by piece, turning into little bits of spiritual power and disappearing. (To be continued.)