The originally splendid Daguangming Temple completely disappeared. Only the Third Lane stood alone on the ruins, breathing heavily, surrounded by the corpses of Daguangming disciples and those who had suffered a lot in the past.
"Amitabha!"
Nong San suddenly sat cross-legged on the ground and began to pray for the deceased.
As golden ten thousand words came out of his mouth, the entire Daguangming Temple suddenly became brighter, and the air became warm. It was not like the dead bodies all over the ground before, which gave people an eerie feeling.
At the same time, the power of the incense from Daguangming Temple also floated out from the ruins and quickly integrated into his body, making him look like the reincarnation of a true Buddha, with his whole body shining with golden light.
"Shouldn't the power of incense be so small!?"
San Nong frowned slightly and slowly opened his eyes.
Because the abbot not only used the power of incense to help Lin San eliminate the backlash of the dragon-slaying veins, but also used the power of incense to resist the thunder catastrophe of Qin Feng refining the artifact.
Therefore, at this time, the power of the incense in Daguangming Temple is less than one-third of what it was before.
But fortunately, this is the power of incense accumulated by generations of Daguangming Temple for tens of thousands of years.
Although there is less than one-third left now, it is enough for him to try to challenge the position of the Great Emperor, provided that he can refine the power of these incense first.
"Amitabha, salvation is complete!"
The third man clasped his hands together and chanted the name of the Buddha. He no longer worried about the power of the incense, got up and went to the treasure house to start alms.
not far away--
Zhongtong, Huitong, Yuantong, Shentong and other four channels are looking sadly at the collapse of Daguangming Temple.
When the three demon monks started killing each other, they followed the leader's instructions and escaped with the golden artifact of Buddha Tiga.
"What do we do now!?"
Zhongtong was the first to speak, very confused about the future.
If they want to revitalize the Great Guangming Temple, they need to activate the golden body of Buddha Tiga first, but their Buddhist practice is obviously not good enough, and they don't even have the talent in this area.
It would be even more impossible to seek revenge from Lane Three.
In the past, my talent was not as good as others, but now I can't beat them, and I will never even think about it in the future. The two sides are no longer on the same level.
"Go find Kudo!"
Zhongtong suddenly said: "Now there are only five of us left in the Daguangming Temple. It is impossible for the four of us to revive the Daguangming Temple. Only by finding Kuduo can we have hope."
"How much suffering!?"
Everyone's expressions were suddenly shocked.
Although they have never met Jueyun's new Guan disciple, they have heard to some extent that his Buddhist understanding is higher than that of the Third Nong, not to mention that he has an extremely special fate.
As for who will get the last spot, how about we all just let fate happen!?
………
Cuizhu Peak.
Qin Feng has completely lived an extremely self-disciplined life since he sent Hongxing and Fengqing away.
Today I watch the Crown Princess dance the Ceremonial Dance, tomorrow I watch the Crown Princess dance the Egret Dance, the day after tomorrow I watch the Crown Princess dance the Dance of the Flower Goddess, and the day after tomorrow I watch the Crown Princess dance the Goddess Pi Guan. Life is called self-discipline.
If it weren't for the fact that people come to deliver treasures of heaven and earth every day for fear of being exposed, he would have to broadcast the entire eighth set of difficult gymnastics at night.
"Singing and dancing every day brings peace, but a man who kills is a young man!"
Qin Feng couldn't help but sigh when he saw the dancing princess, and found that he didn't get tired of watching it and didn't know what was going on.
At the same time, he also felt sorry for the princess and felt that she was born in the wrong world.
Although she has no talent for cultivation, she is good at playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting, embroidery, tea art, gardening, cooking, dancing... she is involved in all of them. It is a dimensionality-reducing blow to those Internet celebrities who have nothing to show for their appearance.
Of course, it cannot be said that Internet celebrities are useless, and their posture reserve is obviously better than that of the princess.
"This is simply a fool!"
Yourong, who was waiting on the side, had eyes full of disgust. When Qin Feng wasn't paying attention, he quickly stuffed a grape into his mouth.
at this time--
A hearty laughter came from far and near, "Amitabha, the donor is so elegant and blessed!!"
"Not as good as the master!"
Qin Feng hurriedly said humbly: "For this little blessing, I was chased and beaten by her husband-in-law and his troops for half of the Xia Dynasty. Even now, the injury has not healed."
"What!?"
Master No. 3 was stunned on the spot and didn't know what to say for a moment.
As a monk, he only likes murder, arson, physical salvation, and occasionally exploring secluded places. He has seen such tyrants who are greedy for other people's wives.
"Hate!"
The princess' face suddenly turned red and she ran back to the bamboo house shyly.
"Amitabha!"
San Nong came back to his senses and recited the Buddha's name, then said: "Donor, let's get back to the topic. The poor monk has returned from alms. I wonder if your current body can refine the divine weapon!?"
Qin Feng asked back: "Whether it works or not depends on how many connections the master has made!"
"It has something to do with alms!?"
Although Nong San was confused, he still took out the materials.
I saw him wave a mountain with his big hand, and the colorful lights almost blinded everyone's eyes.
Although the rare materials in the Daguangming Temple's treasure house were wiped out by Qin Feng, what is left is still a rare treasure. Throwing it out can also cause a bloody storm.
"This is called alms!?"
Thousands of troops and ten thousand horses were completely defeated on the spot, and I realized that I had chosen the wrong profession.
I worked with Qin Feng for three years, not to mention not getting a cent of salary, and I often had to protect Qin Feng from knives and lost half my life. If I had known, I would have shaved my head and found a temple to become a monk.
"Da Guangming Temple is over!"
Mu Xiu, who was practicing not far away, slowly opened his eyes. He knew that the Great Guangming Temple was finished without any calculation, otherwise the Third Lane would not have been able to come up with so many treasures.
However, he did not feel how pitiful Daguangming Temple was, nor did he consider how much he weighed, but he actually wanted to imprison the Blood Moon monster in the temple for a thousand years.
at this time--
Qi Xiuyuan, who was also practicing next to him, also opened his eyes and looked at No. 3 Nong, his eyes immediately became alert.
I can't believe that a monk can be so murderous, and he would attack his own sect.
"What happened to this bald donkey!?"
Qi Xiuyuan remembered that Qin Feng had said last time that the Third Lane had stolen the immortal bones from Daguangming Temple, and his intuition told him that the reason why the Third Lane became like this was inseparable from the immortal bones.
"Amitabha!"
Master No. 3 clasped his hands together, recited the Buddha's name and said, "Donor, are these materials enough?"
"Roughly the same!"
Qin Feng silently calculated in his heart.
Zi Yuan needs a god-level moon wheel; Qianjun and Wanma need a new outfit; Mu Xiu needs a Taiyi Nine Palaces Bagua Pan; Qi Xiuyuan needs a god-level sword; Bai Qi needs a god-level long sword; Wanli Lang
You need a god-level spear; you need a god-level longbow during the day...
Also, his water folding fan needs to be upgraded, and Tian Silk also needs auxiliary materials.