Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

Chapter 709
Qi Che glanced at the handsome Shangshan who was said to have the fate of the phoenix, and said with a hearty smile: "It's also a skill to be able to accept apprentices."

There was a slight pause at this point, and Patriarch Qi Che continued: "Besides, the male is a phoenix and the female is a phoenix. It makes sense for me to be a phoenix."

Shangshan, who is as beautiful as a picture scroll, glanced at the laughing master Qi Che, and then drew back his eyelashes. He should have his Taoist companion in his sleeve.

Phoenix fate?

He is not, his Taoist companion should be.

But the people present didn't know that there was An Qingli who sneaked out of the sect, they only envied the pair of master and apprentice who looked at Qi Che Shangshan, several familiar ancestors were joking quietly through sound transmission.

"If I had known that Shangshan had a phoenix fate, it would be a pity that Wancheng Kingdom would only take Shangshan to face him. It would be better to choose a queen, and directly make Shangshan the emperor's husband, so that he would have the phoenix fate. It can also make the Zhou dynasty permanent, and let the Zhou dynasty continue for another ten thousand years."

An ancestor couldn't help but couldn't help but couldn't say it out loud, so his divine sense agreed, "That's true."

The few patriarchs who were in charge of searching at the bottom were already in a storm, and quickly put the good things into the special storage bags.

Fill three storage bags.

After everything was searched, the ancestors went to the sky with their storage bags.

High above the sky, all the ancestors gathered around, discussing meritorious deeds and rewards, and there was another burst of laughter.

"Huh, what is this?" An ancestor took out a golden Buddha statue sitting cross-legged and holding a lotus flower from the storage bag.

This golden Buddha statue is so vivid that even the fine lines on its face can be seen very clearly.

The golden Buddha statue was found from the princess' mansion, or from the princess' bedroom.

But the eldest princess is obviously not a Buddhist.

"This Buddha statue is exquisite." An ancestor looked at Shangshan from a distance. The shape of this Buddha statue is too exquisite. If the Buddha statue turned into a real person and stood up, it would be as beautiful as Shangshan.

In the distance, Wuling glanced intently, and shouted excitedly, "It's Huineng!"

"Huineng?!"

Several high-level Buddhist practitioners present were also shocked.

A buddhist cultivator in the Transcending Tribulation Realm raised his hand, poured spiritual power into his fingertips, and carefully crushed the specially made hard gold leaf on the outer layer of the Buddha statue. As expected, half of Hui Neng's face gradually appeared.

That half of the face was intact and beautiful, but there was no blood, and An Xiang's eyes were still closed.

"It really is Huineng!"

Several Buddhist cultivators teamed up to peel off the outer layer of gold foil from Huineng, and Wu Ling quickly moved over, stretched out a finger, and breathed nervously.

There was no breathing.

Feng Yin stared at Huineng, who was completely breathless, shed tears instantly, and cursed: "I just said, most of these people in the royal family are animals!"

"They're all animals!" Wu Ling felt sad, hugged Feng Yin, and cried bitterly.

Several ancestors squinted at the two women.

An Qingli frowned and looked at Wu Ling and Feng Yin, what happened.

Shangshan closed his eyelashes, and with a thought, he stopped Wuling from crying.

Wu Ling wanted to howl but couldn't. In a fit of rage, he took Feng Yin and razed the princess mansion to the ground.

Smoke billows.

The ancestors of Buddhist cultivators sighed, shook their heads, and pointed at Huineng cross-legged, unhurriedly, and made several fingering formulas.

Each finger is precisely hit on Huineng's acupoints, helping Huineng to open the meridian that is self-sealed.

Huineng, who is like a real Buddha coming to the world, has a golden light flashing all over his body, slowly opens his eyes, sees the Buddhist ancestor in front of him, puts his hands together, and stands up to say thanks.

"Huineng!"

Wuling Feng Yin hugged each other's heads again, weeping with joy.

An Qingli looked at those two people, sighed and shook her head, why not.

The Lord's Palace, the Grand Princess' Mansion, and the Prince's Mansion were captured one by one. Bian Lanjie was in a state of overwhelming momentum. Wuling Feng Yin clamored for justice for Huineng Buddha, and rushed forward excitedly.

Of course, Feng Yin is very close to Wu Ling, because her cultivation level is not enough, she is only responsible for cheering for Wu Ling.

And Feng Yu already had a reputation for being crazy, plus he had endured humiliation for many years in Wancheng Country, so he really yelled and yelled, so crazy that even Qi Si, who loves to jump up and down, was compared.

Feng Yin had a great time playing, and occasionally caught a few royal families who escaped with high-level hidden treasures.

In less than three days, most of the imperial city fell into the hands of thieves.

The thieves are so rampant.

The royal family of Wancheng Kingdom, the group of loose sands who were in separate formations, saw that the general situation was over, many of them took the initiative to release the ban, donated their treasures and mansions, and knelt down to beg for mercy from Bian Lanjie.

But there are still a few people who would rather die than kneel at Bianlanjie, and actually brought the entire mansion to die together.

One of the mansions was the mansion of Prince Black Fang, and there was a secret room hidden under the mansion.

The secret chamber turned out to be a complete tomb.

The owner of the tomb is the newly deceased prince, and tens of thousands of palace people were poisoned in advance as his funeral objects.

"It's so easy to commit crimes!"

Buddha Xiu lowered his eyes, clasped his hands together, and recited the scriptures for salvation.

Neilian's heart bead moved again in Shangshan's dantian, feeling helpless, but he still moved his ten fingers, solemnly forming the seal of Taoism, and still muttering words.

Shangshan, who was originally handsome and unparalleled, read the Taoist supernatural scriptures seriously, and immediately showed a bit of majesty and majesty, which made his eyes charming.

Zhijiao Wuling also looked straight at it, as expected, it was Shangshan, better looking than Huineng.

"Ok?"

All the Taoist ancestors present looked at Shangshan in surprise, and Qi Che also looked at his apprentice in surprise. He didn't seem to have taught this apprentice about transcendence.

Although Taoism also has supernatural scriptures, they generally don't think about it, and Taoism doesn't cultivate the power of merit.

"Shangshan, why don't you..." Qi Si glanced at Taoist Shangshan, and then at Buddhist Huineng who also chanted sutras. Looking at it this way, the two were really on par.

Shangshan closed his eyes, moved his sleeves slightly, maintained the posture of making a seal with his hands, and said calmly: "The thunder calamity was too heavy before, and the person who died unjustly was rescued. I hope to gain some invisible merits and virtues to alleviate the thunder calamity in the future."

"Shangshan, what have you experienced in Wancheng Kingdom that you actually believed this set of rhetoric!"

The evil cultivators present almost laughed out loud. If they did evil on the front foot and did good deeds on the back foot, they could alleviate the thunder calamity, then these evil cultivators and demon cultivators would have rushed to be good people and became famous throughout the comprehension world.

But the few Buddhist cultivators present looked at Shangshan with satisfaction, nodded with a smile and said: "Shangshan's benefactor is really good at enlightenment."

Like his Taoist companions, he has a fate with Buddhism.

Shangshan closed his eyelashes and smiled, and continued to read the scriptures for salvation.

An Qingli listened to the discussion outside, urged Lian Xinzhu, said thanks, put on the Buddhist relics, and continued to recite the Buddhist scriptures, and the power of white merit also entered the mustard seed space.

The half-arm-high little Jin Tan also lay cross-legged on the ground, closing his eyes and reciting the supernatural scriptures seriously, and the power of white merit also entered into its body.

Little Lingxi followed suit, but only read the scriptures a few times, and did not gain any merit, but was still very happy.

The underground tomb was overrun, and an ancestor set a fire, reducing the entire tomb to ashes.

　During the double monthly pass period, look forward to the monthly pass!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)