"How can a humble monk see through the magical power of a Taoist?"
"It's just that the poor monk read a lot of books in his early years and got some information from some incomplete books."
Zen Master Wuchao suddenly became interested: "There are still folk books recording me? What does it say?"
Chen San thought about it and said: This Taoist Lu Ya is different from others, you must be careful when talking to him.
"According to ancient books, Dao Lord is the essence of Lihuo, the origin of the Golden Crow, and magical powers."
"Flying out of the three realms is not among the five elements. I don't go to the three holy emperors of fire clouds, and I don't care about Yaochi and the emperor of heaven. I am not among the three religions, and I am not in the land of bliss. I am not under the control of human kings, and I am not subject to the underworld. I am free and easy to wander around,
The free and easy Sanshengxian."
When Zen Master Wuchao heard these kind words, he suddenly smiled and said, "What else is there?"
Chen San tried hard to recall the folk allusions he had heard, and specially selected some words of praise for Taoist Lu Ya: "Then, the Taoist killed three corpses to prove the Tao, attained the status of a saint, and incarnated as Zen Master Wuchao and the Great Sun Tathagata.
Praise to all ages!”
Zen Master Wuchao smacked his lips: "I didn't expect that these ordinary people know a lot."
Seeing this, Chen San decisively brought his unskilled beard-sliding technique to the extreme: "There are still songs sung in the folk: Ancestor Hongjun was the first immortal, and his disciple Pangu first opened the sky. First there was Hongjun, then there was heaven.
Mr. Lu Yadao is still in front!"
Zen Master Wuchao was already smiling from ear to ear. He leaned back and said, "The holy monk is indeed knowledgeable!"
Chen San said humbly: "You are showing your shame in front of Tao Lord."
Zen Master Wuchao suddenly sighed: "If you hadn't been responsible for learning Buddhist scriptures, I would have kept you as my neighbor and talked freely every day."
Chen San had a troubled look on his face: "The poor monk also wants to be by Taoist Master's side and listen to his teachings, but he has a heavy responsibility and dare not take any time off."
Zen Master Wuchao glanced at Chen San: "With the knowledge of a holy monk, and possessing the two magical weapons of the Great Sun Tathagata Mantra and the Optimizing Pillar, why do you have no cultivation?"
Chen San was stunned: "What is cultivation?"
"You don't know what cultivation is?"
How could Chen San not know the importance of cultivation? He just had bad luck and had no chance to practice cultivation in the past few decades since he traveled through time.
Aren't you planning to get something from Zen Master Wuchao?
Otherwise, why waste so much spit and praise?
Zen Master Wuchao was still immersed in Chen San's praise. He really felt that the more he looked at Chen San, the more pleasing he became to his eyes, so he said: "It is fate that we meet, so I will give you a blessing."
Chen San was overjoyed, but there was no emotion on his face: "Thank you Daojun for your kindness. It's just that I have three disciples accompanying me for protection. I don't think I need to take action myself. Moreover, this practice requires the use of cold and heat. The young monk is stupid and is afraid of humiliating Daojun."
A mysterious technique."
Another plan to retreat in order to advance.
You don't want to give me any magical skills, just give me something real, like an initiation or something.
As expected, Zen Master Wuchao said: "I said I would give you good fortune, so naturally you don't need to practice day and night. Otherwise, what difference would there be between me and those idiots who preach and teach disciples?"
Chen San asked again: "Does Lord Dao want to give me the Immortal-Slaying Flying Sword?"
"Absolutely not, this is too expensive and the poor monk cannot afford it!"
As soon as the immortal-killing flying sword was spoken, Zen Master Wuchao was stunned.
Did you say you wanted to pass this magical power on to him?
But people have mentioned it, and if you shirk it, the price will be somewhat lowered.
Zen Master Wuchao took off a red gourd from his waist, patted it lightly, and said in his mouth: "Please take action, baby."
A flash of fairy light flashed, and the surrounding space was torn apart. Chen San's eyes lit up twice. When he blinked and regained his sight, he saw that all the mountains in front of him had been cut away.
I couldn't help but be stunned.
Zen Master Wuchao asked: "Do you really want to learn this?"
Chen Sansheng was afraid that if he continued to be polite, he would lose all his courtesy with this incredible magical power, so he nodded repeatedly: "This is good, this is good."
Just kidding, that’s an immortal-killing flying sword!
Bai Li, Yu Yuan, Qiu Yin, Yuan Hong, and Daji were all instantly killed by this magical power with one sword!
If one learns this, I am afraid that instead of traveling westward to seek Buddhist scriptures, one may seek scriptures by traveling sideways.
Zen Master Wuchao handed the gourd to Chen San: "Just try it the way I did just now."
Chen San took the gourd, but instead of following Zen Master Wuchao's instructions, he opened the monk's robe and hid the gourd in his waist.
Zen Master Wuchao thought that Chen San was actually interested in his precious gourd, so he quickly said: "That is the vessel I use to hold wine, I can't give it to you."
But Chen San ran to a big rock, patted his thigh, lifted up his clothes, and shouted: "Please take action, baby!"
A fairy light flew out of the gourd again, and a flying sword flew to the top of the mountain, which was only half left.
The flying sword fell from it, and Futu Mountain was reduced by half.
"It's really amazing!"
Chen San jumped off the stone and returned to Zen Master Wuchao: "I just don't know if it's because of the gourd or the magic?"
Zen Master Wuchao saw the right moment and took the gourd back into his hand: "It has something to do with the gourd, and it also has something to do with cultivation."
Chen Sandao: "The Taoist Lord said that this gourd cannot be given away, so how can the poor monk learn it? How can the poor monk drive it if he has no cultivation at all?"
Zen Master Wuchao waved his hand, motioning Chen San to come closer.
Chen San took a step forward, and saw Zen Master Wuchao raise his right hand, and a hot and dazzling flame appeared in his palm, and slowly fell into his body.
"This is the origin of the Golden Crow. I will give you some of it to build your foundation."
"Building the foundation! In this way, this poor monk is also a cultivator!"
Zen Master Wuchao shook his head: "Earlier, I praised you for your intelligence and erudition. Now when you talk about spiritual practice, why are you so stupid?"
"The origin of this Golden Crow is the ancestor of all fires. It is no small matter. If you can make good use of it, it will not be difficult to use it to become a saint in the future."
Chen San kowtowed from the bottom of his heart: "Thank you, Lord Dao, for the gift!"
Zen Master Wuchao helped Chen San up: "There is no need to be too polite. The holy monk is an extraordinary creature. It is an honor for me to get to know the holy monk."
Chen San lowered his head and said humbly: "The poor monk is scared!"
Zen Master Wuchao turned around, as if he was looking for something, and said: "As for the gourd, I have a fairy vine planted in the back mountain. You can pick one."
"yes."
Chen Sangang had just walked a few steps when he suddenly felt a murderous aura behind him.
When I looked back, I saw Sun Wukong rushing over fiercely, and without saying a word, he wanted to fight Zen Master Wuchao.
"Wukong no!"
However, there was still some distance between them, and Sun Wukong did not hear clearly. He picked up the golden cudgel and swung it towards Zen Master Wuchao.
Zen Master Wuchao was calm and sat cross-legged. Just when the golden cudgel was just a hair away from him, his body floated into the air.
Thousands of lotus flowers grew under the seat, and auspicious mist shrouded it.
A vine came from the clouds and tied Sun Wukong tightly.
Zen Master Wuchao frowned and said, "Who are you, and why do you want to fight me when we meet?"
Chen Sanyi was startled.
This Zen Master Wuchao recognizes himself, but does not recognize Sun Wukong?
Are you so famous? This chapter has been completed!