While Qin Xuan and others were waiting, a Buddhist monk wearing a golden cassock suddenly stepped out from the crowd.
He did not go to the team, but walked directly in the direction of the Buddha statue, causing many people to have a strange look in their eyes.
Does this Buddhist cultivator want to jump in line?
I saw that the Buddhist cultivator kept moving forward without any intention of stopping. This further strengthened the thoughts in the minds of those people. The expressions on their faces became much more exciting, and they folded their hands around their chests, looking like they were watching a good show.
They also have the idea of jumping in line, but they dare not take action. Now, if someone actually does it, they naturally want to see what the consequences will be.
If this person succeeds, then they will do the same.
At this time, the expressions of those standing in front of the team turned cold, and they looked at the Buddhist cultivator with sharp eyes. As long as he dared to do that, they would not show any mercy.
However, the Buddhist cultivator seemed not to notice the eyes of the people around him and was walking on his own. Suddenly, a wave of terrible pressure fell on him, trying to make him stop, but he saw rounds of five-color Buddha light blooming around him.
He came out and resisted all the pressure.
"Five Colors of Buddha's Light!"
The onlookers' hearts trembled violently when they saw this scene. Rumor has it that the most profound Buddhist cultivator possesses the nine-color Buddha light, known as the divine Buddha, which means perfect morality, like a god, transcending life and death, and immortal.
Buddhists who have seven-color Buddha light are called great Buddhas. For example, Xitian God, he has seven-color Buddha light.
And the Buddhist cultivator in front of me actually possesses the five-color Buddha's light. This is already the limit of the Emperor-level Buddhist cultivator. It cannot be stronger. If you want to possess the six-color Buddha's light, you must enter the holy realm.
In other words, this person's Dharma is almost invincible in the holy realm!
"Xiaoxitian Temple is the place where most Buddhists practice in the Asura Hell, and Buddhism is prevalent. However, except for the Four Nobles, there seems to be no fifth person who has the five-color Buddha light. This Buddhist practice is actually the same as the Four Nobles.
First level!" Many people were shocked, obviously shocked by the strength of this Buddhist cultivator.
In the opinion of many people, the disciples of the God of the West are most likely to emerge from the Four Nobles. Now it seems that this Buddhist cultivator is also a contender!
Feeling the fluctuation that just broke out, the person who was communicating with the Buddha statue opened his eyes. When he saw the five-color Buddha light all over the Buddha, his expression suddenly changed. He obviously also knew what the five-color Buddha light meant.
"Dare you ask the master's Dharma name?" The man asked with a rather polite tone. The five-color Buddha's light was enough to prove how powerful the Dharma of the person in front of him was, and his strength was definitely not inferior to his.
"The poor monk's Dharma battle." The other party responded calmly.
"Dou Zhan!" Everyone's expressions couldn't help but change again, and they vaguely understood something.
They saw that this Buddhist cultivator's acting style was different from that of ordinary Buddhist cultivators. He was quite direct and even a bit domineering. Sure enough, it was reflected in his Dharma title.
Fighting, this person must be very good at fighting.
"Buddha's Dharma is boundless. If you practice different Dharma, the character of the Buddha will be very different. This Buddha is warlike and good at fighting. No wonder he dares to ignore the crowd and go directly to the front of the line." Someone whispered, and sure enough, all kinds of people were gathered in the disciple recruitment conference.
Buddhist cultivators have all been summoned. Today's Xitian City does not only have orthodox Buddhist cultivators like Xiao Xitian Temple.
Qin Xuan looked at Dou Zhan, who was wearing a golden cassock, and he felt as if this person was not a Buddhist cultivator, but a god of war who was all-powerful, exuding an aura that looked down on the world.
, shocking all around.
"It's interesting. I met an ascetic monk before, and now I meet a war Buddha. The world is so big, it's really full of wonders." Qin Xuan said with a smile.
"If it weren't for the Xitian God to accept disciples, these Buddhist cultivators would not have gathered in Xitian City." Jiang Tianxing also said: "I'm afraid I will encounter other Buddhist cultivators in the future."
"It makes sense." Qin Xuan nodded, and he was looking forward to it.
"If the donor cannot understand, please come down first." Douzhan looked at the person who was communicating with the Buddha statue and said calmly, with a natural tone, as if he was saying a very casual word.
"Master, what do you mean? Everything must be done on a first-come, first-served basis." The man's face suddenly turned cold. He had waited for a long time for his turn, and naturally he was unwilling to give up the Buddha statue.
"Even if he retires, it will be my turn. It seems to have nothing to do with the master." At this time, another person spoke indifferently, and it was the next person to communicate with the Buddha statue.
He looked directly at Dou Zhan, with a sharp edge hidden deep in his eyes. He wanted to communicate with the Buddha before him. Have you asked him for his opinion?
Douzhan's expression was as calm as usual, and he clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, there is a saying in Buddhism that everything in the world is destined, and it has nothing to do with the order. If there is no fate, you can't force it."
"Having said that, you still have to give it a try to know if you are destined!" The man said solemnly.
"The poor monk looks at the benefactor's face. He has no chance to connect with the Buddha. He is destined to be unable to communicate with the Buddha. It is better to go elsewhere to seek opportunities instead of wasting his time here." Douzhan continued to speak to the man, his eyes were sincere, which actually made people feel a little embarrassed.
Take his word for it.
"Is this okay?" Qin Xuan's eyes suddenly became a little weird. He had never seen such a Buddhist cultivator, jumping in line so confidently, and even advising others to look for opportunities elsewhere.
Admire, admire!
"Whether I have a predestined relationship with the Buddha or not, I won't bother you, Master. You should go to the back and line up." The man's voice became colder. He had never seen such a shameless Buddhist cultivator.
Douzhan smiled and said, "Has the donor seen the five-color Buddha light behind me? Does the donor think you have any chance of winning if we compete?"
Douzhan's words caused the man's eyes to suddenly freeze, and his expression was sharp. Was this threatening him?
"Of course I am no match for the master. However, has the master ever seen the person behind me? Could it be that the master wants to fight against us on his own?" He said with a cold expression. He admitted that he was indeed not an opponent in a fight, but at this moment,
There are many people on the same side as him, and he has nothing to fear.
He didn't believe that Douzhan would really dare to offend the public.
"Of course I don't dare." Douzhan said with his hands clasped together. When the man heard this, a smile suddenly burst out on his face. He really didn't dare.
However, the next moment Douzhan raised his hand and blasted out a palm, a golden Buddha's palm print condensed and appeared, like the hand of a god and Buddha, penetrated the space, shattered the avenue, and directly hit the man's body.
The man's expression changed with shock, and he obviously didn't expect Douzhan to make a sudden move.
However, he is also a great emperor, and his reaction speed is extremely fast. He raised his fist and punched forward. Purple thunder light shone in the air, and the force of destructive thunder merged into the fist light, tearing apart the space instantly.
"boom!"
A huge collision sound was heard, and the power of the thunder seemed to be suppressed. The Buddha's palm prints penetrated directly through the fist light, and slapped the emperor's body hard, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood, and his body was blown away.