Museum of Demons Chapter 317

The golden stupa slowly rotates, and the Buddha's light is kind.

Wei Yuan and Hui Kong are outside, while Fuhu Arhat and Xuantan Marshal Zhao Gongming are inside.

This magic weapon is quite special. When Wei Yuan and Hui Kong discuss the method outside, as long as the method they are telling about is real, then the spirit of Fuhu and Zhao Gongming will show the corresponding inside the pagoda. If the cultivation base of Buddhism and Taoism is the profound skill of the two schools, the stupa may not be able to reproduce.

But it's just a basic method for building a foundation and getting started.

This stupa is naturally able to speak out and follow the law.

Huikong said: "The blood is vigorous, not inferior to the beast."

Inside the pagoda, the monk who was transformed by a ray of the tiger's mind suddenly swelled his muscles in a circle, and his blood was magnificent, giving people a kind of courage that can really subdue the beast with one hand, and the image of the pagoda outside also shows this. A scene is presented perfectly to let onlookers know the characteristics and miracles of this magical power.

The sense of power as if it could really crush a tiger to death with one hand has moved many people's hearts.

Wei Yuan recalled the words that Zhang Ruosu had added, nourishing yin and nourishing yang, twitched the corners of his mouth under the mask, fell silent, tapped his fingers softly, and said in a slow voice, "The energy pulse is long and endless."

Zhao Gongming's ray of spiritual thought also showed a corresponding vision.

This change has attracted everyone's attention.

And as Wei Yuan and Hui Kong talked and argued with each other outside the pagoda, the two ray of souls in the pagoda also began to fight with each other, because they could only display the external appearance of these two basic techniques. Whether it's a tiger or an arhat, or Zhao Gongming, it's just a close hand-to-hand fight.

Fist to the flesh, fierce momentum, occasionally vigorous, it makes a dull sound, attracting everyone's attention, perhaps the previous magical methods are also tempting in my heart, but after all, it is too far away from everyone, there is a kind of fog Look at the feeling of flowers.

But this kind of fierce fighting and fighting far exceeds the limit of normal human beings.

It is not far away from everyone's cognition.

The impact is also greater.

Because if according to those two people's statement, this is only the basic exercise.

In other words, they can do this themselves.

With vigorous energy and blood, fighting the Ligers, thinking of this, the eyes of everyone involuntarily showed eagerness. Except for the stunned feeling of professional fighters, everyone only felt excited and excited.

In a shared house.

A group of boys stared at the screen, a large bullet screen flew over, and the corners of their mouths twitched.

In the modern society, the bar is blooming all over the place, and he has mastered the legendary method of blooming on the bar. He doesn't know how many years he has not seen such a uniform barrage.

It is so uniform that it even makes him feel a sense of beauty.

All specials are all, God of Wealth bless you.

Rocket sports cars are not used in the live broadcast room.

I don't know which programmer was temporarily caught back to work overtime.

Replace the gifts with all kinds of incense.

Amidst the creaking sound, a middle-aged man walked in from outside. This is their landlord. Wang Taihe frowned. This landlord is a very stubborn vegetarian lover who likes to worship Buddha. He came over and saw what was on the barrage. Isn't it angry?

Angry...

It's nothing wrong with anger.

It would be bad to increase their rent.

Muttering in the bottom of my heart, the middle-aged landlord really came over, glanced, frowned, and said:

"What are you looking at?"

Asked knowingly.

Wang Taihe sneered in his heart, and another roommate next to him said:

"We are looking at Taoism, Buddhism, and Dharma. Let's cheer for Taomen. Would you like the landlord to also check it out?"

Sure enough, the middle-aged man frowned and said with a vague anger:

"Cheering for Daomen?"

"I believe in Buddhism!"

"Like you, after you die, you will have to go..."

The roommate finished the second half sentence: "The opponents of Buddhism are God of Wealth Guan and God of Zhao Cai."

"Oh, by the way, the one who is fighting inside now, who has the golden whip, is Marshal Zhao Gongming."

The middle-aged man looked slightly condensed.

Wang Taihe coughed, and said in a muddy way: "Landlord, why don't you cheer up too?"

"Come on for Daomen?"

The middle-aged man furiously said:

"That's the God of Wealth, how could you lose?!"

"You have to cheer for the God of Wealth, do you think he will lose?!"

"what?!"

"I tell you, you will become pauper in the future like this."

Wang Taihe: "..."

An unknown roommate: "..."

At this time, the barrage everywhere turned into the God of Wealth. Take care. The monks also watched their phones. When they saw this scene, the corners of their mouths twitched. When everyone is no longer concerned about winning or losing, it is wrong to win or lose. of. After all, in Shenzhou, the position of God of Wealth is too heavy, especially the two Gods of Wealth.

The monk raised his hand and held his forehead, already foreseeing the style of painting afterwards——

After losing the fight, the God of Fortune was really good.

If you win...

He seemed to have seen the pilgrims furious: "Even the God of Wealth dared to fight, what money do you need?"

Lost the incense decay.

Won the incense decay.

Lost the wotou cabbage.

Wotou cabbage won.

It was lonely.

Zhang Ruosu looked at the fight on the field while stroking his beard. Next to him, A Xuan finally leaned in. Looking at the embarrassed little Taoist priest, the old Taoist nodded without changing his face and said, "You are finally here."

"It's a bit late."

A Xuan was silent and said quietly, "Brother, don't you know why I am late?"

The old Taoist looked away awkwardly.

A Xuan looked sadly at the melon seeds in his pocket that he didn't know when he fell out.

Gone.

It's all gone.

The seeds are all falling out.

The old Taoist coughed, and directed Ah Xuan to look towards the center of the fight. Zhao Gongming and Fuhu Luohan were outside, their eyes closed, and in the scene of the changes in the pagoda, the two had already fought so hard to pull out the Dao Can Ying, A Xuan looked solemn and said, "Who is going to win?"

Zhang Ruosu said: "The two exercises seem to be different in the end."

"After all, they are all foundation-building exercises. The full score is only 100 points, one ninety-nine, one ninety-eight, and it can be divided up and down, and fighting and fighting are not better than statistics, and they are not stronger. Win every time."

"So, Buddhism played a little bit dirty this time. Among the Taoist monks present, they outperformed the man who was Fuhu in terms of experience and xinxing. Not many. However, Marshal Xuan Tan's experience is not inferior to Fuhu, even Yu was still slightly beyond, so in general, Buddhism picked up a rock and hit him in the foot."

"After all, if they don't come out of Fuhu Arhat, Wei... That Taiping Dao Master might not have summoned the Xuantan Marshal to deal with it. But the one who used to fight alongside our Zhengyi Patriarch, has rich experience and is far better than The meditating tiger Fuhu Luohanqiang."

The old Taoist looked weird, and A Xuan nodded in agreement.

As for why the monk who fought side by side with Zhang Daoling, the fighting experience was extremely rich.

How do you think the words Zhengyimengweizhi came from?

What is alliance? What is prestige?

Ah? Can't write, can you?

At that time, the painting style of the big man was basically that Ban Dingyuan alone caught the thirty-six countries of the Western Regions and beat them violently.

Zhang Daoling caught the monsters and monsters everywhere, beating wild gods.

The two have basically the same style of painting.

Clenched his fist and held the sword.

Little brother,

You can't do this...

Zhang Ruosu added, saying: "Now let's see how Fuhu and Marshal Xuantan have performed on the spot, and also see who the Taiping Taoist and Huikong have a deeper and more subtle understanding of the Taoist method, and can play a greater role. So, this is also a way of discussing the Fa."

A Xuan nodded thoughtfully.

The upper limit of the two foundation-building methods seems to be different.

Even Buddhism's fighting strength is stronger than Zhang Ruosu's new method.

But there is a huge gap between the two.

One is to master in Buddhism, only Buddhism is the path of promotion.

One is that it will be directly popularized. After the cultivation is completed, whether it is to go to Wumen, Buddhism, Taoism, or to repair talisman in the future, the skills will be unimpeded and unimpeded. Even if it is only used for health preservation, it can be extremely good. Effect.

Since it is a great world, there should be no way of doing it.

Thinking of what the senior brother said, A Xuan understood something and looked at the picture intently.

He stretched out his hand and took it out of his pocket subconsciously.

Holed out.

The young Taoist was stunned, and then stunned.

My snacks.

Zhang Ruoxu's mouth twitched when he saw this scene.

It's hard to cope with it.

Why do you think of it again?

At this moment, the vitality was invigorated. Whether it was the old Taoist with a headache, A Xuan who regretted that he had lost something, or other ordinary people, all subconsciously raised their heads and looked over. The pagoda suddenly trembled violently, one after another. The qi was torn out like a horse.

Let the clouds rise and the rocks sway.

In the picture, Zhao Xuantan strode forward, smashing the golden whip in his hand heavily. The face of the monk on the opposite side changed, and he raised his hand to resist, only to find that the principle of positive change contained in the golden whip in this man's hand was also In other words, the upper limit of this practice can be broken and changed by itself when there is no advanced practice.

It belongs to the kind of exercise that is full of possibilities.

Fuhu looked sluggish.

Immediately, the head was directly smashed by the golden whip.

The picture disappeared instantly.

Cover up the scene that is not suitable for most people to see.

Immediately, the golden pagoda hummed and fell to the ground.

Fuhu Arhat opened his eyes, snorted, and his complexion was slightly pale, while Zhao Xuantan laughed three times, grandiose, and quite heroic. There is no need to say more about whoever wins and who loses. I saw it clearly, and as expected, a barrage swept across the Internet.

'666, you deserve to be the God of Wealth. '

"The God of Wealth is mighty, can you bless me to get rich today?" '

'God of Wealth Bless! '

'Is it too late for me to buy lottery tickets now? '

'Upstairs, it's too late. After seeing the God of Wealth, the lottery shop owner closed the door overnight and ran away! '

'Nonsense, how do you know? ! '

'Because I am the owner of the lottery shop. '

Then there flashed a lot of rewards on the Internet, no, now it was turned into a fragrant activity by a programmer who worked overtime.

Hui Kong watched this scene, stunned for a long time, unable to return to her senses.

His eyes were dim and there was a complicated feeling. Is it true that the Buddhist techniques have been abandoned? At this moment, the method of sound transmission suddenly came from my ear, and he was taken aback for a moment, and then he realized that the voice was the young ancestor who didn't know how old he was.

Dao Yan slowly said: "Go fight him and try his magical powers."

"This……"

"Withered round, withered, withered Zen, you two go."

Dao Yan immediately noticed Hui Kong's hesitation and chose the other two monks.

It is also a very high status among Buddhism. Their junior brother, Ku Rong, used magical power to question Longhushan. That time the danger was not small, and Ku Rong dared to go. No matter where you look at it, you know that it is a high level of cultivation. And the cultivation base of these two people is much higher than that of Ku Rong.

Huikong hasn't said yet.

The three old monks opened their eyes, and said slowly, the oldest and thinnest monk:

"The Taoist masters are profound, and the poor monk wants to give it a try."

Dao Yan stared at the mask on the face of Taiping Dao Master, under the monk's robe, and raised his sword fingers. There was a surge of energy on it. 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 stepped forward at the same time.

Said it was asking for advice, but in fact there was no real cruelty.

At least on the surface, it was still polite.

After the three and two monks, one of the tallest and skinny monks shot.

Ordinary people seem to be just a monk asking for advice.

But in fact, in the dark, the Qi machine is connected directly to form a means similar to the Three Talents Formation. The three human machines are one, the Qi and blood are connected, and the degree of fighting and difficulty is more than doubled. The monk raised his hand and pointed forward, pointing A little Buddha light above the tip looks small, but it is extremely vast.

There is the Kingdom of Buddha in the palm.

This refers to the collapse of the Buddha Kingdom.

Wei Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly, his divine power was poured into him, and he sat on the spot, smashing his fist horizontally.

The monk did not dare to neglect, and changed his tricks again and again.

Wei Yuan's moves are simple, yet extremely harsh. Every time he locked onto the subtlety of the old monk's aura, forcing him to change his moves halfway through. The Buddha's light is vast. This scene is far better than just surpassing the tiger and Luohan, Zhao Gongming. The confrontation between the two spirits was fierce.

But even ordinary people who have not practiced can see that it is the monks who have fallen in the wrong place.

The three monks were silent for a moment, and the Qi machine was connected instantly, and then directly connected with the Qi Luck of Tiantai Mountain behind. Tiantai Mountain shook violently, the golden Qi Luck rose up, the Buddha's light soared into the sky, and violently collided with the Qi machine of Kunlun Yaochi. write.

They directly borrowed the Buddhism air machine of Tiantai Mountain's thousand-year orthodoxy.

The lively Zhang Ruosu stopped laughing all the time.

Immediately furious.

Got up and said: "Presumptuous!"

The Buddha's light is vast, condensed into a human form, and a huge Buddha statue that is taller than Tiantai Mountain emerges, with slightly narrowed eyes, majestic and majestic, and the heart of kneeling and worship emerges involuntarily in one's heart. For a moment, the Buddha's sound is chanting. Even those who saw this scene through the Internet felt that there was peace in their hearts, and only the thought of worshipping the Buddha was left.

Not to mention everyone present.

Almost someone was about to kneel and kowtow on the spot.

The head monk put his hands together, and the big Buddha behind him also made the same action.

One after another, both true and false.

Majestic and vast, slowly said:

"Amitabha……"

"The sea of ​​bitterness is boundless, and turning back is the shore."

"Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot."

The sound rolled.

In that Buddhist music chanting, it seems that for thousands of years, the voices of countless monks who have been chanting scriptures and rituals on this Tiantai Mountain have been whispering continuously, as if to save the Taiping Taoist master directly like a Buddhist sect.

But even so, with the help of the Patriarch's behavior, everyone saw that they couldn't afford to feel unhappy in their hearts. There was only tranquility and Buddha nature. Wei Yuan felt the impact and saw the great Buddha. Planning to directly grab the Emperor Pond in his hands, anger appeared in his eyes.

Dao Yan shot secretly.

Everyone was unable to see this scene. At least the people present, if they had no cultivation base, would have subconsciously echoed the voice of the great Buddha. It was vast and magnificent. There was only the sound of Buddha left between the heavens and the earth, many Taoist monks and martial arts monks. His complexion was livid, and he looked around with his sword, but he didn't know what to do.

They are all affected and disturbed.

And how much pressure does the Taiping Taoist who is directly targeted have to bear?

All the world sings in Brahma for a while.

'There is no limit to the sea of ​​suffering, and there is no end to turning back! '

'Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha right away! '

'There is no limit to the sea of ​​suffering, and there is no end to turning back! '

"Put down the butcher knife..."

Many monks can only gritted their teeth, but they were puzzled when they saw the Taiping Dao master's behavior. There was no movement to resist. Instead, he got up with his sleeves, seemingly angry, and then slammed his sleeves toward the front of his hood. !

The sky and the earth were suddenly gusty.

The Taoist's sleeve robe suddenly became as big as the world.

Cover the sky and the sun.

Then he slammed a cover, and directly pocketed the big Buddha into his sleeve robe.

Straight as the sun and the moon revolve.

The sleeve robe returned to its original shape in a blink of an eye, but the Buddha figure had long since disappeared. The chanting voice stopped abruptly, and there was a dead silence. The Taoist man with the mask seemed to be angry, but suppressed the murderous intent in the tone, and stood with his hands. The sleeves were slightly rolled, his voice was indifferent, his eyes looked down on the group of monks, and said:

"Put down the butcher knife..."

"and then?"

"tell me the story?"

Put down the butcher knife, and of course, immediately become a Buddha.

However, even the big Buddha was taken away.

Hui Kong's face was pale, her hands folded, but she was already trembling. He saw the horrible scene with his own eyes. A Buddha's heart was covered in dust and almost shattered. The three old monks were forced to cough up blood on the spot. Seeing that the big Buddha was put into his sleeves, his faith collapsed, and he was even more horrified.

And the people who had just been affected by the Buddha nature came to their senses.

How pious and peaceful it was just now.

How earth-shaking is in my heart now.

Since even the emperor pool had taken the pot of heavenly supernatural powers, a mountain-sized Buddha of Qi Luck was of course not a problem.

Unless the purity of the Buddha's power is stronger than the nine-yin candle that holds the sun, the moon and the dark.

However, Wei Yuan, who used his magical powers, was still hit by backlash. These few words were already at the limit. He did not speak any more and could only use his full strength to suppress the urge to cough up blood. Dao Yan was indeed profound in Buddhism and martial arts. He Jianshu also seemed to have reached its peak, a strand of sword energy pierced through the mask on Wei Yuan's face, and immediately dispersed, and strands of cracks had emerged on the mask.

Wei Yuan was startled, and at this moment he finally knew what Zhu Jiuyin said, the crisis of revealing his identity.

Fortunately...

The group of monks saw this scene, almost speechless.

Only one of them took a deep breath and said: "The Taoist Taoist Yuan's methods are unpredictable, almost like immortals, and the poor monks admire them to the utmost...... Three caves and four subordinates, seven jade pivots, a well-deserved reputation." Dao: "However, the so-called sun, spring and white snow, there are only dozens of people who belong to and reconcile. The Taoist master's path is profound and he naturally admires it, but this time I discuss the method, whether it is suitable for ordinary people to practice."

"Do you have any disciple of Taoist Master?"

He grasped the key to this discussion, and said slowly: "The poor monk has never heard of any true cultivators appearing in the last thousand years. It can be seen that the practitioners of the Taiping Ministry have not been picked up. A stunning talent."

"But in this world, most people are just ordinary people."

"As for my Buddhism practice, there have been many eminent monks in the past dynasties. We can even show their relics. The names and records are also clear. I dare not say that Buddhism will definitely win the aisle practice. But, at least We have historical data to look up."

"Besides, although the Taoist master's cultivation is strong, I am afraid that he is not good at teaching his disciples, right?"

When everyone heard the words, their hearts moved slightly, and they recovered from the shock just now.

I think what the great monk said has some truth.

Although the supernatural power just mentioned was shocking, everyone knows that this is definitely not something that ordinary people can cultivate. It is the kind of thing that can only be done by people with extremely high talents. There is no one in a thousand things. Who can say that he is. That unique talent?

Moreover, this Taoist master does not seem to refute, is he really bad at teaching apprentices?

An expert who is not good at recruiting apprentices said that his own practice is suitable for foundation building.

I always feel that what I think is unreliable.

A smile appeared on the monk's face.

Suddenly, a cold snort came from my ears.

The monk turned his head and looked, and saw that it was Guan Yunchang. He knew that the other party was not happy. At this moment, he was relieved. He felt at least one city back, and he smiled calmly and politely said:

"Emperor Guan Sheng, what is your opinion?"

The famous general of Megatron Huaxia next to see the Taoist not speaking, frowned, and heard the monk inquiring, disdainfully said:

"Those monks are tens of thousands of people, and they are nothing more than chickens and dogs. It is not worth mentioning."

The monk who opened his brow frowned, and anger appeared in his heart.

And even the rest of the people sighed in their hearts, as expected it was Guan Yunchang, full of arrogance.

Then I heard the second half of the understatement--

"No matter how many people ~www.mtlnovel.com~ can it be compared to the prime minister?"

Everyone's thoughts froze for an instant, so that all the voices stopped abruptly at this moment, and then the tide surged in the bottom of my heart.

who? Prime Minister?

Which prime minister?

The monk asked if there was no disciple, Guan Shengdijun said that the prime minister, could it be said? ! !

The duller person finally reacted. In an instant, with the thick sleeves and the dazed and disbelieving sight, Wei Yuan calmed down the way he had just done, silenced, and slowly relieved the mask, revealing the old pair of eyes. His face, a robe, seemed to have gone through the long years, with white hair hanging down from the temples, looking at the group of monks, the voice was soft, and it fell flat in everyone's ears:

"The Buddhism is dead..."

"Is there a longevity?"

PS: Update 2 in 1 today............

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