The golden pagoda rotates slowly, and the Buddha's light is gentle.
Wei Yuan and Huikong were outside, while Fuhu Luohan and Marshal Zhao Gongming of Xuantan were inside.
This magic weapon is somewhat special. When Wei Yuan and Huikong were discussing the method outside, as long as the method they described really existed, then the spiritual thoughts of Fu Hu and Zhao Gongming would show corresponding signs inside the pagoda.
If his cultivation is the advanced skills of Buddhism and Taoism, the pagoda may not be able to reproduce it.
But it is just a basic method used to build the foundation and get started.
This pagoda is naturally able to follow its words.
Huikong said: "The qi and blood are powerful, not inferior to those of ferocious beasts."
Inside the pagoda, the monk who was transformed into a ray of spiritual thought from the Crouching Tiger Arhat suddenly expanded his muscles, and his energy and blood were majestic, giving him the courage to truly subdue the beast with one hand. The scene outside the pagoda also showed this.
The scene is perfectly presented to let onlookers know the characteristics and wonders of this magical power.
The feeling of power, like being able to kill a tiger with one hand, makes many people excited.
Wei Yuan recalled the words added by Zhang Ruosu about nourishing yin and nourishing yang. The corners of his mouth twitched under the mask, he was silent for a moment, tapped lightly with his fingers, and said slowly: "The Qi pulse is long and endless."
Zhao Gongming's ray of spiritual thought also showed corresponding visions.
Such changes attracted everyone's attention.
As Wei Yuan and Huikong talked and argued with each other outside the pagoda, the two soul bodies in the pagoda also began to fight with each other, because they could only use the outer appearance of these two basic skills.
Whether it's Crouching Tiger Arhat or Zhao Gongming, they only fight hand-to-hand.
The punches hit the flesh, and the momentum is fierce. Occasionally, when the energy is strong, it will make a dull sound to attract everyone's attention. Perhaps the previous magical methods also made people feel longing for them, but after all, they are too far away from everyone, and there is a kind of fog.
The feeling of looking at flowers.
But this kind of macho fighting battle far exceeds the limits of normal human beings.
It's not that far away from everyone's awareness.
The impact is also greater.
Because according to what those two people said, this is just a basic technique.
In other words, they can do this themselves.
With strong energy and blood, fighting against ligers and tigers, thinking of this, everyone's eyes could not help but show eagerness. Except for the professional fighting athletes who felt confused, everyone only felt excited and excited in their hearts.
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In a shared house.
All the boys stared at the screen, and the corners of their mouths twitched as large blocks of barrages flew past.
In modern society, in an era when gangsters are everywhere and have mastered the legendary methods of gangbusting, he hasn't seen such a uniform barrage in how many years.
It was so neat and uniform that it even gave him a sense of beauty.
Everything is perfect, God of Wealth bless you.
I don’t use rocket sports cars in the live broadcast room.
I don’t know which programmer was temporarily brought back to work overtime.
The gifts were replaced with various incense.
Amidst the creaking sound, a middle-aged man walked in from outside. This was their landlord. Wang Taihe frowned. The landlord was a very stubborn vegetarian and liked to worship Buddha. He came over and saw what was on the barrage.
You shouldn't be angry, right?
Qi returns to Qi...
Being angry is nothing.
It would be bad to increase their rent.
Muttering in his heart, the middle-aged landlord came over, glanced at it, frowned, and said:
"What are you looking at?"
Asking knowingly.
Wang Taihe cursed in his heart, and another roommate next to him said:
"We are watching Taoism, Buddhism and Dharma. Now cheers for Taoism. Landlord, do you want to watch it too?"
As expected, the middle-aged man frowned and said angrily:
"Cheer up Daomen?"
"I believe in Buddhism!"
"If people like you are like this, you will have to die after death..."
The roommate finished the second half of the sentence: "Buddhist's opponents are Guan Caishen and Zhao Caishen."
"Oh, by the way, the one who is beating inside now, the one with the golden whip, is Marshal Zhao Gongming."
The middle-aged man looked slightly condensed.
Wang Taihe coughed and said to Xini, "Landlord, why don't you come in and cheer?"
"Cheer for Daomen?"
The middle-aged man said angrily:
"That's the God of Wealth, how could he lose?!"
"I want you to cheer for the God of Wealth. Do you think he will lose?!"
"ah?!"
"I tell you, you will become paupers in the future."
Wang Taihe: “…………”
An unknown roommate: “…………”
At this time, the barrage everywhere changed to "God of Wealth, take care." Some of the monks were looking at their mobile phones. Seeing this scene, the corners of their mouths twitched. When everyone no longer cares about winning or losing, winning or losing is wrong.
After all, in China, the position of the God of Wealth is too important, especially the two Gods of Wealth.
The monk raised his hand to his forehead, already foreseeing the style of painting that would follow.
Even if we lose, the God of Wealth is indeed more powerful.
If we win...
He seemed to have seen the pilgrims furious: "You even dare to beat the God of Wealth, why do you want more money?"
If you lose, the incense will decline.
Winning incense decays.
Lost the steamed cabbage.
The winner is still steamed cabbage.
Beat the loneliness.
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Zhang Ruosu stroked his beard and watched the fight on the field. Next to him, Ah Xuan managed to get closer. The old Taoist priest looked at the embarrassed little Taoist priest, nodded, and said without changing his expression: "You are finally here."
"It's a little late."
Ah Xuan was silent and said quietly: "Senior brother, don't you know why I was late?"
The old Taoist priest looked away awkwardly.
Ah Xuan looked heartbrokenly at the melon seeds that had fallen out of his pocket at some point.
Gone.
All gone.
All the seeds fell off.
The old Taoist priest coughed and guided Ah Xuan to look at the center of the fight. Zhao Gongming and Fuhu Luohan were outside, with their eyes closed. In the scene showing the changes in the pagoda, the two of them had fought to the point where they were able to pull out the remaining remains of the pagoda.
Shadow, Ah Xuan looked solemn and said: "Who wants to win?"
Zhang Ruosu said: "The two skills are almost completely different in the end."
"After all, they are all foundation-building techniques. The full score is only one hundred points. A 909 and a 988 are difficult to distinguish. Moreover, combat is not better than data or techniques.
Will win every time."
"So, Buddhism played a bit dirty this time. Among the Taoist monks present, there are not many who can surpass Fuhu in terms of experience and character. However, Marshal Xuantan's experience is not inferior to Fuhu at all, and even
It's still a little bit beyond that, so in general, Buddhism has shot itself in the foot."
"After all, if they don't come out with Crouching Tiger Arhat, Wei... Taiping Dao Master may not call Marshal Xuantan to deal with it. That man once fought alongside our Zhengyi Ancestral Master. He has rich experience and is far more powerful than
The meditating tiger is as strong as the Arhat."
The old Taoist priest looked strange, and Ah Xuan nodded in agreement.
As for why the monks who fought alongside Zhang Daoling had extremely rich combat experience.
Where do you think the words Zhengyimengweizhidao come from?
What is alliance? What is prestige?
Huh? You can’t write, right?
The painting style of the Han Dynasty at that time was basically that Ban Dingyuan caught the thirty-six countries of the Western Regions and beat them up by himself.
Zhang Daoling caught the monsters and monsters everywhere and beat them up.
The two of them basically have the same style of painting.
Holding the sword with clenched fists.
little brother,
You can't do this...
Zhang Ruosu added, "Now it depends on the on-the-spot performance of Fuhu and Marshal Xuantan, and who of Taiping Taoist Master and Huikong has a more profound and subtle understanding of Taoism and can exert greater influence."
power, so this can also be regarded as a method of discussing the law.”
Ah Xuan nodded thoughtfully.
The upper limits of the two foundation-building techniques are almost the same.
Even the Buddhist techniques have a stronger combat intensity than the new method that Zhang Ruosu painstakingly considered.
But there is a huge gap between the two.
One is in Buddhism, which is the only way to advance.
One is that it will be directly popularized. After it is completed, whether it is martial arts, Buddhism, Taoism, or cultivating talismans or spells in the future, it will be smooth and without hindrance. Even if it is only used to maintain health, it can also have extremely good results.
Effect.
Since this is a great world, there should be no family plans.
Ah Xuan thought of what his senior brother said, understood it, and looked at the picture intently.
He reached out his hand and subconsciously took it out of his pocket.
It came up empty.
The young Taoist was stunned for a moment, then felt disappointed.
My snacks.
When Zhang Ruosu saw this scene, the corner of his mouth twitched.
It was hard to cope with it.
Why did you remember it again?
……………………
At this moment, energy was rising. Whether it was the old Taoist priest who had a headache, Ah Xuan who said he was sorry he had lost something, or other ordinary people, they all subconsciously looked up. The pagoda suddenly began to tremble violently, and a series of waves appeared.
The energy is torn out like a horse.
Let the clouds rise and the rocks shake.
In the picture, Zhao Xuantan strode forward, slamming down the golden whip in his hand. The expression of the monk opposite him changed, and he raised his hand to resist, only to find that the golden whip in this man's hand actually contained the principle of change of anode and yin.
In other words, the upper limit of this skill can be exceeded and changed on its own without advanced skills.
It's the kind of skill that's full of possibilities.
Fuhu's face was sluggish.
Immediately, his head was smashed directly by the golden whip.
The screen disappears instantly.
Cover up a scene that is not suitable for most people to see.
Immediately, the golden pagoda buzzed and fell to the ground.
Fuhu Arhat opened his eyes, groaned, and looked slightly pale, while Zhao Xuantan laughed three times, with a majestic and heroic look. Who wins and who loses can be seen at a glance without saying anything.
I could see clearly, and as expected, a barrage of comments swept across the Internet.
‘666, he is worthy of being the God of Wealth.’
'The God of Wealth is mighty, can you help me get rich today?'
'The God of Wealth bless you!'
'Is it too late for me to buy a lottery ticket now?'
'Upstairs, it's too late. After seeing the God of Wealth, the owner of the lottery shop closed the shop overnight and ran away!'
'Nonsense, how do you know?!'
'Because I am the lottery shop owner.'
Then a large number of rewards flashed across the Internet. No, now it has been changed into an incense offering activity by a programmer who works overtime.
………………
Huikong looked at this scene and was stunned for a long time, unable to come back to his senses.
His eyes were gloomy, and he had a complicated feeling. Is it true that Buddhist techniques have been abandoned? At this moment, the method of sound transmission suddenly came to his ears. He was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that this voice
It was the young Patriarch who didn't know how old he was.
Dao Yan said slowly: "Go and fight with him and try your magical powers."
"this……"
"Ku Yuan, Ku Sheng, Ku Chan, you two go."
Daoyan immediately noticed Huikong's hesitation and chose two other monks.
He is also a high-status member of the Buddhist sect. Their junior brother Kurong was the one who used Shenzutong to interrogate Longhu Mountain that time. The situation was quite dangerous that time. Kurong dared to go. No matter where he looked, he knew that he had a high level of cultivation.
And the cultivation level of these two people is much higher than that of Ku Rong.
Huikong hasn't said anything yet.
The three old monks opened their eyes, and the oldest and thinnest monk said slowly:
"The Taoist master's teachings are profound, and the poor monk wants to give it a try."
Dao Yan stared at the mask on the face of the Taoist Master of Taiping Dao. Under the monk's robe, he raised his sword finger. It contained a strong energy. He planned to take the opportunity to break the mask on Wei Yuan's face and see with his own eyes whether it was him.
At this time, before everyone could react, the three monks had already stepped forward at the same time.
He said he was asking for advice, but he didn't actually do anything cruel.
At least on the surface, he was still polite.
The three of them were followed by two monks, and the tallest and skinny monk took action.
To ordinary people, he is just a monk asking for advice.
But in fact, secretly, the Qi and machine are connected, directly forming a method similar to the Three Talents Formation. The three people's Qi and machine are integrated, and the Qi and blood are connected. The level of fighting and difficulty is more than doubled. The monk raised his hand and pointed forward, pointing
There is a little Buddha's light on the tip, which seems small, but is extremely huge.
There is a Buddhist kingdom in the palm of your hand.
This finger is the collapse of the Buddhist kingdom.
Wei Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and with divine power poured into him, he sat on the spot and punched him horizontally.
The monk didn't dare to neglect and kept changing his moves.
Wei Yuan's moves were simple, but extremely cruel. Each time, he locked onto the subtleties of the old monk's Qi, forcing him to change his moves midway. The Buddha's light was vast, and this scene was far better than the previous scene where Zhao Gongming and the Tiger Arhat were crouching.
The confrontation between the two's spiritual thoughts was fierce.
But even ordinary people who have no spiritual practice can see that it is the monks who are at a disadvantage.
The three monks were silent for a moment, and their qi was instantly connected, and then directly connected with the qi of Tiantai Mountain behind them. Tiantai Mountain shook violently, golden luck rose, and the Buddha's light rose into the sky, violently colliding with the qi of Kunlun Yaochi.
With.
They directly borrowed the Buddhist Qi from Tiantai Mountain’s thousand-year Taoist tradition.
Zhang Ruosu, who had been laughing and watching the excitement, stopped moving.
Immediately he became furious.
He stood up and said: "Presumptuous!"
The Buddha's light is vast, condensed into a human form, and a huge Buddha statue, even taller than Tiantai Mountain, emerges. His eyes are slightly narrowed, and his momentum is majestic and solemn. People can't help but feel the heart to kneel down and worship. In an instant, there are bursts of Buddhist chants.
, even those who saw this scene through the Internet felt peaceful in their hearts, and only wanted to worship Buddha.
Not to mention everyone present.
Some people almost knelt down and kowtowed on the spot.
The leading monk put his hands together, and the Buddha behind him also made the same movement.
One in front and one behind, both true and false.
Solemn and vast, he said slowly:
"Amitabha……"
"The sea of suffering has no end, but when you turn around, you will find the shore."
"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately."
The sound came rolling in.
In the Buddhist chanting, it seems that for thousands of years, the voices of countless monks who have been chanting sutras and worshiping Buddha in Tiantai Mountain are constantly whispering, as if they want to directly save the Taoist Master of Taiping Dao to Buddhism. But even so
, the behavior of using the power of the Patriarch, everyone saw it, and they couldn't feel any displeasure in their hearts, only tranquility and Buddha nature were left. Wei Yuan felt this impact, and saw that the big Buddha seemed to be planning to directly kill the emperor.
Chi Ye grabbed it in his hand, anger appearing in his eyes.
Dao Yan took action secretly.
No one could see this scene. At least the people present, if they had not cultivated themselves, had already subconsciously echoed the voice of the great Buddha. It was so vast and majestic that there was only the sound of the Buddha left between heaven and earth, and many Taoist and martial monks.
His face was ashen, he held his sword and looked around, but he didn't know what to do.
They were all affected and disturbed.
And how much pressure will the Taiping Taoist directly targeted bear?
For a time, all the heaven and the earth were singing Sanskrit.
'There is no end to the sea of suffering, but when you turn around you will find the shore!'
'Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately!'
'There is no end to the sea of suffering, but when you turn around you will find the shore!'
‘Put down the butcher knife…’
Many monks could only grit their teeth and carry it on, but they saw that the Taiping Dao Master's behavior was puzzling. He did not use his skills to resist at all, but stood up with his sleeves rolled up, seeming a little angry, and then suddenly pulled his sleeves forward and hooded his head.
!
The sky and the earth suddenly burst into violent winds.
The Taoist's sleeves suddenly became as big as the world.
Covering the sky and blocking out the sun.
Then he suddenly covered himself and put the big Buddha directly into his sleeve robe.
Just like the sun and moon rotating.
The sleeves and robes returned to their original shape in a blink of an eye, but the figure of the Buddhist giant Buddha had long since disappeared. The singing voice stopped suddenly, and there was a dead silence. The Taoist wearing a mask seemed to be angry, but suppressed the murderous intention in his tone and stood with his hands behind his back.
His sleeves and robe were slightly rolled up, his voice was indifferent, and he looked down at the group of monks with his eyes and said:
"Put down the butcher knife..."
"Then what?"
"tell me the story?"
Put down the butcher's knife, and of course, you will become a Buddha immediately.
However, even the big Buddha was taken away.
Huikong's face turned pale, and he clasped his hands together, but he was already shaking. He saw that terrifying scene with his own eyes. A Buddha's heart was covered with dust and almost shattered, while the three old monks were forced to cough up blood on the spot. I don't know how many years of practicing Buddhism.
When people saw the giant Buddha being put into the sleeves and robes, their faith collapsed, and their livers and gallbladders were split apart from horror.
But everyone who had just been affected by Buddha nature came back to their senses.
It was so pious and peaceful just now.
My heart is so turned upside down now.
Since Hu Tian's magical power can even contain the Emperor's Pond, a mountain-sized Buddha of Luck is certainly not a problem.
Unless the Buddha's power is pure and stronger than Zhu Jianyin, who controls the sun, moon and underworld.
However, Wei Yuan, who used his magical power, still suffered backlash. He reached his limit when he said these few words. He did not speak anymore and could only use it with all his strength, forcibly suppressing the urge to cough up blood. As expected, Daoyan's Buddhism is profound and his martial arts is profound.
The swordsmanship seemed to have reached its peak. A ray of sword energy penetrated the mask on Wei Yuan's face and spread out immediately. A series of cracks appeared on the mask.
Wei Yuan was shocked. At this moment, he finally understood what Zhu Jiuyin said about the danger of exposing his identity.
Fortunately...
When the monks saw this scene, they were almost speechless.
Only one of them took a deep breath and said: "Tao Master Yuan's Taoism is profound and unpredictable, almost like an immortal, and the poor monk admires it very much... With three caves, four assistants, and seven jade pivots, his reputation is well-deserved." Immediately, the words changed,
Said: "However, the so-called Yangchun Baixue only belongs to dozens of people who are harmonious. The Taoist master's Taoism is profound, so he naturally admires it, but this time he is discussing the method to see whether it is suitable for ordinary people to practice."
"Master Taoist, have you ever had any disciples?"
He grasped the key point of this discussion and said slowly: "The poor monk has never heard of any true Taoist cultivators appearing in the past thousand years. This shows that the number of cultivators in the Taiping Department has been declining. I don't know, it took thousands of years for such a master to become a Taoist."
An astonishing talent."
"But most people in this world are just ordinary people."
"As for my Buddhist practice, many eminent monks have appeared in the past dynasties. We can even display their relics, and the names and records are clear. I dare not say that Buddhism will definitely beat the Taoist practice, but at least, at least
We have historical data to look up."
"Besides, although the Taoist Master is strong in cultivation, he is probably not good at teaching his disciples, right?"
When everyone heard this, their hearts moved slightly, and they recovered from the shock just now.
I think what the great monk said makes sense.
Although the magical power just now was extremely shocking, everyone knows that it is definitely not something that ordinary people can practice. It is the kind of person who must have extremely high talents to do it. It is a unique thing. Who can say that he is the one?
That one-in-a-million talent?
Moreover, this Taoist master did not seem to refute. Is he really not good at teaching his disciples?
An expert who was not good at recruiting disciples said that his own method was suitable for foundation building.
I always feel that whatever I think is unreliable.
A smile appeared on the monk's face.
Suddenly, a cold snorting sound came from my ears.
The monk turned around and saw that it was Guan Yunchang. He knew that the other person was unhappy. At this moment, he felt relieved and felt that he had at least regained a victory. He smiled calmly and said politely:
"Guan Sheng Emperor, do you have any advice?"
The famous general next to him who was powerful in China frowned when he saw that the Taoist was silent. When the monk asked, he said disdainfully:
"Thousands of monks are nothing more than chickens and dogs."
The monk who spoke frowned.
Even the rest of the people sighed in their hearts, as expected, Guan Yunchang was indeed so arrogant.
Then I heard the second half of the understatement
"How can it be compared to Prime Minister Wan Yi?"
Everyone's thoughts suddenly froze.
Prime Minister?
Which Prime Minister?
Could it be that?!!
For a moment, he was breathing heavily and looking blank and disbelieving. Wei Yuan slowly took off his mask, revealing his old face. He looked at the group of monks and said indifferently: