high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 98 The Flying Talisman from the South China Sea

"The Shurangama Dharma Conference is held every three years, Xuming, what are your plans?"

The red-faced monk raised his eyes slightly and asked a question out of the blue.

Today is the lotus moon, and in a few days, it will be last autumn.

And this Shurangama Dharma Conference happened to be in the first summer of April, when he was trapped in Fenyin City.

In King Kong Temple, we will continue to do business as usual.

According to Xuhong's gossip, this time, none of them could enter the Holy Land.

The result was the same as that of the conference three years ago, no one was selected.

Calculated in this way, there has been no new blood flowing into the Vajra Holy Land for a full six years.

"This Shurangama Dharma Conference, you must have heard the result."

Wuhuai looked at the lower head, Bai Shu with a silent face, and said lightly:

"Even if you win, King Kong Temple may not accept you."

"Only..." Bai Shu sighed: "The only thing I can do is work hard."

"Struggle."

Wuhuai nodded, and his expression was silent: "We are struggling to survive in troubled times, and we can only wait for the word "struggle."

With a flick of his hand, the brocade cassock with the seven treasures inlaid on it and the Buddha's light shining on it fell on Bai Shu.

"Bring one lamp to all lamps, and eventually all lamps will be bright."

Before Bai Shu had time to react, he was held by a big hand with real qi, and flung straight to the outside of the hall, under the big bell with a bright yellow mouth.

The big bell raised slightly, and then covered him in. With a loud bang, it shook Bai Shu dizzily.At the moment of fainting, he heard a low sigh.

"Xu Ming, I entrust you with a lamp. After all, I still hope that your own light will be blazing, and the inside and outside will be clear."

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In the solemn scripture hall, after the solemn bell rang, everything returned to silence again, and there was no more sound.

After an unknown amount of time, a ray of light flew from the foot of the mountain, and the fat monk scattered the lingering lights around him.

He looked at the big yellow bell outside the hall with a complex expression, stepped over the threshold, and bowed down to Wuhuai.

"teacher……"

He shouted a word, but couldn't say it anymore, and tears rolled down his eyes.

"It's more than that!"

Xu Yan yelled sadly, and knocked his head heavily.

"Idiot."

After he was pulled up by Wuhuai who was crying, he was still crying.

"If I still can't break through, it's time for me to die. What's the use of this whole body?"

Wuhuai slowly closed her eyes, and stroked the top of Xuyan's head:

"By that time, with your foundation and my Sensing Great Pill, there should be a [-]% chance of breaking through to Vajra."

The red-faced monk laughed at himself, his face a bit sad:

"It is said that everyone is treated equally, but in one lifetime, how can one be impartial.

After you have inherited the greatest good fortune and become Abbot Fengshan, you have to protect your juniors so that they will not be bullied by others. "

"me."

Xu Yan's eyes were red, tears kept rolling down, his lips moved for a while, he bent down suddenly, and replied heavily:

"Disciple understands!"

"It's a pity that Xu Ming, his mentality is in the same line as mine. Wu Xian entrusted him to me, which means that Xu Ming will inherit my mantle."

Wuhuai sighed: "It's a pity, but I can't see him becoming a man."

"teacher!"

Xu Yan can't bear it anymore at this moment: the vocal cords are sad

"King Kong's lifespan is three hundred, and the teacher still has 23 years of life, so why take risks! What's more, with the help of the elders of the Shangzong, the living being under Fengshan Mountain must be owned by the teacher!"

He embraced Wuhuai's knees, begging bitterly:

"Teacher, why can't you wait a little longer!"

"Even the abbot can't control the things under Fengshan. I couldn't do it before, and I can't do it now."

Wuhuai chanted a Buddha's name in a low voice:

"If I can get the good luck in the South China Sea during this trip, when I return, I can calmly refine his whole body and reach the fifth realm.

If not, just 23 years, but only lingering. "

"not to mention."

He suddenly felt relaxed, with a calm expression:

"How do you know that you can't get the fetish of the South China Sea as a teacher? After all, this trip is just an unknown, everything is still in doubt, so don't rush to act like a woman."

Bai Shu didn't know, when he was thinking about the past in the Black Wind Cave, a flying talisman from the South China Sea was transmitted directly to Fengshan Temple.

It came from the master of the Tianxia Dao, who lived in the South China Sea for a long time, and has not been in the hands of Mao Xingzi for many years.

When Wuhuai wandered around the rivers and lakes when he was young, he met Mao Xingzi who was also a young man.

Life and death all the way, the two are also inseparable friendship.

But more than two hundred years have passed, and one sits in Fengshan, and has been unable to break through the realm for a long time.

And the other one is already faintly the leader of the world's formations, as famous as Ganshan Changshengzi, and is even about to enter the realm of land gods.

There is nothing better than this in life.

Perhaps because he couldn't bear to see his old friend Vajra die of old age, Mao Xingzi discovered an upper realm relic in the South Sea, and immediately notified Wuhuai.

When he was observing with the Martial Dao Heavenly Eye, he happened to see a divine object in the relics, which Wuhuai could use now.

The red-faced monks have suppressed Fengshan's creatures for 47 years, but there has been no movement for a long time.

If he could get the thing left behind in the South China Sea, he would be able to calmly digest the richness of Fengshan's creatures and truly enter the fifth realm.

After thinking over and over again, Wuhuai finally made up his mind and decided to set off for the South China Sea.

And this decision, among the monks in Fengshan, only Xu Yan, who is like a son-in-law, knows.

"If I'm lucky enough to come back, everything will be fine, but if something happens to me..."

Wuhuai paused, then spoke:

"As the teacher, I have started to condense my whole body into a great induction pill, and put it in this room. If the body dies, the induction pill will be full, and you can take it."

Not waiting for Xuyan to cry again, Wuhuai glanced at the golden bell outside the hall, with a somewhat complicated tone:

"When the time comes, the creature under Fengshan..."

He ordered Xu Yan to come over with his ear, and Xu Yan's complexion changed drastically between his lips moving slightly, for a moment it was cloudy or cloudy, after a while, he still nodded heavily.

The fat monk sighed. He looked at the big golden bell outside the hall, his eyes suddenly fell silent.

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In Admiralty, the dazed Bai Zhu fell from a height, and the hard brick beneath him made him cry out in pain.

He looked around blankly, as if he was in an extremely empty place.

There was not a single figure, and there was no human voice.

The hustle and bustle of the yellow sand hits head-on, carrying the dry atmosphere unique to the desert.

Illusion?

Bai Shu's heart moved, and the real qi all over his body circled around, blocking the yellow sand out.

Looking around, there was a patch of sand and yellow at that time, he frowned slightly, and it turned into a crimson light, soaring into the sky.

Under his feet was a vast and boundless square, far superior to anything he had ever seen before, like a god carrying a heavy stone slab, little by little, paved on the ground.

At the end of the square is a magnificent palace.

Bai Shu turned into a Hongqiao, dragged out a long red tail, and flew away towards the magnificent palace at the end.

After two sticks of incense, Bai Zhu fell from the cloud head to escape the light.

Its style is simple and simple, it is far different from the palaces that Bai Shu has seen before, in the roughness, there is endless mystery and antiquity.

Inside, there was a burst of gorgeous music fluttering.

Bai Shu stepped forward hesitantly, he stretched out his hand, and gently opened the door.

(End of this chapter)