high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 82

As soon as the golden ray of light descended from the cloud head, Wuhui dissipated his true qi and walked out of the ray of light with a flick of his sleeves.

At the hall, the red-faced monk's energy was rising and falling, like a sea tide that was constantly flooding and receding. Beside him, the vicious fire dragon was slowly swimming around the hall, with its scales and armor. In the void, the pair The red-lamp-like pupils are shining brightly.

This situation is like a picture of Vajra subduing demons.

Wuhui looked outside the hall for a long time before stepping into the door.

"Brother Wuhuai!"

Wuhui laughed loudly and grabbed the majestic monk.

"Long time no see, is your body still safe?"

"Above the Buddhist hall, you are so noisy, how decent it is!"

Although the red-faced monk reprimanded him, there was a smile on his lips.

He stretched out his sleeves and put away all kinds of visions outside his body, and the two brothers walked out of the door with their arms.

"Senior Brother Wuhuai, your cultivation level is getting higher and higher. When you completely suppress the creature under Fengshan Mountain, you may break into the fifth realm."

Hundreds of steps away from the hall, there is a big cliff. On the cliff, there is a big bluestone surrounded by seven or eight people.

Wuhui leaped onto the bluestone, lay lazily on the stone, and turned over comfortably.

In the Sanbai Temple, Wuhuai is the only disciple of the Holy Land who was born in the King Kong Temple.

He was ordered to suppress a living being at the foot of Fengshan Mountain, and he created Fengshan Temple only because of his boredom.

He was originally a King Kong cultivation base of the fourth realm. He only needs to completely digest the background of Fengshan's creatures, and he will be able to break through the realm of life in a logical way.

The fifth level, looking around the world, is also a well-known big shot.

Du Shaozhi, the pillar of the Kingdom Dynasty, and the two holy officials of heaven and earth in Dazheng, were only of the fifth realm.

"How can it be."

The red-faced monk Wuhuai sighed and sat down beside Wuhui.

"The fifth realm is so difficult. Before sitting down, I can get a glimpse of its charm, and I will be satisfied."

Both of them were silent for a while, the matter of practice, even if they are disciples of the Holy Land, it is far from easy.

"Okay, don't talk about that."

Wuhuai shook his head and smiled softly: "Did you send Baishu over?"

"Exactly."

"He..." Wuhuai hesitated for a moment, but still asked: "What relationship does he have with the elders in the temple?"

"What?" Wu Hui, who was basking in the sun, didn't know why.

"A message came from the temple, asking me to give him a Dharma name."

"Dharma name?"

"Dharma name."

"Dharma name?!"

Wuhui screamed and jumped up, like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

"Crazy? Even if he is a disciple of the abbot, he doesn't have a dharma name!"

Guang Wujue holy fruit, the vacuum body is natural.

These ten characters are the dharma names that can only be used by monks who have worshiped in the King Kong Temple.

Like Guanghui, a god-footed monk, and like no show, no obscurity, and no heart...

Even the disciple of the abbot who studied Zen in Qingyan Cave, Guzang County, he also has no Dharma name.

"What kind of route is this? There has never been such a precedent in the temple for thousands of years!"

Wuhui muttered to himself, walked up and down on the bluestone, in a state of confusion.

Bai Shu's life experience has long been known thoroughly and clearly, Wu Hui wondered why the temple would break the thousand-year-old rules for him.

Could it be that there is no special change in the near-dao body and the red dragon robbery?

"Since he has joined my sect, he is a monk of the 'Jue' generation." Wuhuai said lightly:

"It's wise to listen backwards, wise to see inside, and strong to be self-conquered—he is only fourteen years old, but he is close to the Tao, and he also has a red dragon, which is even rarer. Once he entered Buddhism, he was valued by the elders in the temple. .

I chose the word "Jueming" for Baishu, just to hope that he will not be arrogant and complacent, and always look inward and reflect on himself. "

"Rare, rare."

Wuhui shook his head again and again, with some emotion still on his face:

"When he first entered the Buddhist sect, he had such a prominent position. Once this incident happened, his reputation would probably spread all over the world..."

"No!"

Unexpectedly, Wuhuai suddenly gave a deep drink.

"What?" Wuhui was stunned.

"He failed the Shurangama Dharma Assembly for a day, and the word 'Jueming' won't come to him for a day!"

Wuhuai's face flushed red, his voice and expression were sharp.

"He is only 14 years old, what is the intention of the elders in the temple, to kill him?!

Even Xu Yan and Xu Xing are kind-hearted and don't think otherwise, what about Bai Shu?Who can guarantee that he won't become exaggerated!

It is good to give birth to a Zen seed, and since it has entered my school, it cannot be judged by others.

Even the abbot, he can't come! "

Wu Hui was stunned, his throat rolled, his eyes flickered, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say a word.

He knew that his senior brother had always been hot-tempered, and he was the most upright and rigid. If he started talking again, the matter would get out of hand.

"This matter..." Wuhui sighed, "Did the abbot agree to this matter?"

"Ah."

"what?"

This time, it was Wuhui's turn to turn pale with shock.

"Although I agreed, the abbot punished me to kill Du Longzi and use him to decorate the mountain gate."

Wuhuai had a bitter face, his majestic red face wrinkled into a ball, he laughed at himself and shook his head:

"If I had known it earlier, I would have called Baishu Jueming. The left and right are just a dharma name. For him, I will be hurt."

Du Longzi is a well-known evil cultivator in the world. He strayed into the dragon's nest when he was young. By chance, he swallowed the dragon's milk.

His poisonous skills are weird and unpredictable, Wuhuai has fought against Du Longzi three times in a row, but he won one, lost and one draw.

It's not easy to kill.

"I haven't thanked Junior Brother yet."

Wuhuai suddenly looked serious, and bowed solemnly to Wuhui beside him, with a solemn expression:

"This kind of Zen seed is the right person to inherit my mantle, so I have troubled my juniors a lot!"

"What are you doing to me?"

Wuhui was startled, and hurriedly stepped forward to help him up: "You practice the Chilong Heart Sutra, so you are the most suitable person to teach him."

"What's more..." Wuhui laughed and narrowed his eyes: "Senior brother Wuxian also contributed, if you want to thank him, you should also thank him."

"I see."

Wuhuai suddenly nodded, and jumped off the bluestone on his own.

"I also prepared a box of thank you gifts. Since the younger brother won't need it, I will hand it over to younger brother Wuxian someday."

Behind him, Wu Hui, who was originally beaming, suddenly froze, like an eggplant beaten by frost, he raised his hand, hesitant to speak.

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At this moment, on the mountainside, Bai Shu who was being carried by Xu Yan didn't know it.

He just entered Fengshan for the first time, and he has been given the Dharma name of King Kong Temple. Even if only a few people know it, it is the real Dharma name after all.

Xu Yan carried him, striding like flying all the way, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this footwork has a lot to do with the seven-step lotus.

While he was thinking to himself, the thoughts in his mind kept coming and going, trying to deduce the origin of Xu Yan's footwork.

After about half a stick of incense, Xu Yan suddenly stopped.

"Little brother, here we are."

Pointing to a house, he laughed happily and loudly.

(End of this chapter)