Xianbang

After Guo Yi stepped into the small temple, he found that there was nothing in the temple except a jade mirror, not to mention hundreds of millions of scriptures, not even a chair.

This emerald jade mirror hangs on the wall like a spiritual gate. Although it is a mirror, it cannot reflect the image of a person.

"There's something odd about this mirror."

Guo Yi stretched out his finger and tapped it lightly on the mirror surface, a ripple like water ripples suddenly swayed on the mirror surface, Guo Yi felt as if his finger had invaded the water, as if he could break through the mirror surface and walk in.

This is a formation!

The corner of Guo Yi's mouth twitched, it turned out that there is another cave in the Buddha Mirror Pavilion, and this mirror is the portal to enter that cave.

Without further hesitation, Guo Yi stepped into the emerald jade mirror with one step, a circle of ripples appeared on the mirror, and then Guo Yi's figure disappeared.

When Guo Yi stepped down, he had already entered another space, which was a huge stone room with no end in sight at first glance, as if it was hundreds of miles long.

The stone room is filled with ancient wooden bookshelves. On the bookshelves there are scriptures, jade slips, or soft gold and iron books. Some incomparably precious classics are stored in jade boxes and locked with formations.

This is the real Buddhist Mirror Pavilion. The collection of books here is really extraordinary, at least hundreds of millions of volumes.

The eyes are full of books, as if entering a sea of ​​books.

With so many books, if one were to search for them one by one, Guo Yi felt dizzy when he would need to find out the "Book of the Six Paths of Buddhism".

"boom!"

And at the moment when Guo Yi was stunned, a string of black Buddhist beads flew out from a bookshelf, and the beads spun with great force, just like a big millstone was spinning.

Is there anyone else in the Buddha Mirror Pavilion?

Guo Yi pointed a finger at the mysterious fire, and the burning flame immediately ignited on the Buddhist beads, making crackling and cracking sounds.

Before flying to Guo Yi's face, the Buddha beads shattered, lost their power, turned into a pile of iron slag, and finally burned into black smoke by the black fire.

Guo Yi also didn't want to damage the collection of books here, the Xuanhuo was controlled very delicately, and none of them escaped.

"Are you the intruder?" A young voice came from above the bookshelf.

Only then did Guo Yi realize that there was a young monk sitting cross-legged on the bookshelf, and it was he who shot Guo Yi just now.

The young monk looked to be in his twenties, dressed in spotless white clothes, with an arrogance between his brows that did not match other monks, he was copying scriptures with an ink-stained pen in his hand, It seems that Guo Yi is not in his eyes.

Guo Yi knew that there were several scripture-copying disciples in the Buddha Mirror Pavilion. These disciples were all the best young monks of each generation, and they were also candidates for the abbot of the next generation. Each of them was a genius among geniuses.

Because of the fierce competition among Buddhist disciples, each of them is decisive, different from other monks who meditate quietly.

"Master Seventh River is indeed worthy of being a generation of Buddhas."

Although the opponent's cultivation level was higher than Guo Yi's, Guo Yi didn't take him seriously.

The monk in white paused slightly, then raised his head and glanced at Guo Yi, the corner of his mouth curled up, and he said with a smile: "You are not afraid even if you know that I am a disciple of Buddha, you are really courageous."

"I have always been very courageous. Tell me where the "Book of the Six Paths of Buddhism" is, and you will be saved from death." Guo Yi knew that if he went to find the "Book of the Six Paths of Buddhism" by himself, he would not know when he would find it, so he could only ask these Buddhas. It is only possible to find the "Book of the Six Paths of Buddhism" in the shortest possible time.

"Save me from death, haha! I haven't heard this sentence for a long time." The white monk's eyes were fixed, and the ink pen in his hand flicked towards the void. A large piece of golden Buddha's light immediately shot out the ink.

These ink vapors turned into thousands of particles, flying out like tens of thousands of spiritual needles at the same time.

Guo Yi smiled slightly, stretched out his palm, and it immediately turned into 680 fingerprints, capturing thousands of particles, and then condensed into a drop of ink on the top of the palm.

"Your cultivation is still not at home."

The ink suspended above Guo Yi's palm suddenly ignited a yellow mysterious fire, flying out of Guo Yi's palm like a flame, this time the flying speed was faster, like a meteorite falling from the sky.

The expression of the monk in white changed, and a blue ice flower flew out of the fairy gate. When the ice flower flew out, the surrounding space immediately became extremely cold, and frost condensed on the ground. All the books on the bookshelf It was frozen three feet.

This piece of ice flower is carved from deep pool ice, a piece of ice the size of a palm needs at least tens of thousands of years to condense, and the monk in white got that piece of ice by chance, and after hundreds of years Only through the carving and sacrificial refinement did it reach its current power.

Binghan can restrain flames, but it cannot restrain profound fire.

"Snapped!"

The mysterious ice that could not be melted even by the fire in the center of the earth, instantly melted into ice water in front of the mysterious fire of the third transformation.

The ink with the mysterious fire hit the white monk's chest directly, and the ink stained his white clothes, but the mysterious fire penetrated through his clothes, entered the skin, and suspended in his body The dantian in the body.

Guo Yi's control of Xuanhuo has reached a flawless state. If he doesn't want to kill people, Xuanhuo can't kill people. If he wants to kill people, Xuanhuo will become an invisible and formless killing weapon.

The mysterious fire entered the body, endangering life and death. The white-clothed monk no longer had the same indifference just now, and he did not dare to move his body, for fear that an inadvertent mysterious fire would burn out from his body and turn him into a Earth robbery ash.

"What exactly do you want?" Although the monk in white still had a face full of fear, there was a hint of tremor in his voice.

"I've already told you, do I need to say it a second time?" Guo Yi turned his fingers lightly, and the mysterious fire in the monk's body in white immediately followed suit, and a ray of flame pierced into it like an iron needle. He entered the immortal gate of the monk in white, and smashed the immortal gate open.

The immortal gate is the most important gate for cultivators. Once the immortal gate is destroyed, they will be unable to cultivate forever, and will directly become an ordinary person.

Every immortal cultivator would not want to encounter such a result, it would be more uncomfortable than killing him.

The white-clothed monk's celestial gate was broken, and his face was as pale as paper. He was afraid that if Guo Yi turned his fingers again, Xuanhuo would destroy his celestial gate completely, and there would be no way to repair it.

"The "Book of the Six Paths of the Buddha" is in the mirror of the Buddha mirror, and it is not guarded by a Buddha, so you can't get it." The white-clothed monk's attitude softened, and he said quickly: "I have already told you, now you should take the Xuanhuo Have you taken out my body?"

"Who is there when there are no disciples of the Buddha? How many disciples of the Buddha are there in the Buddha Mirror Pavilion?" Guo Yi asked.

The monk in white hesitated for a moment, seeing Guo Yi's face turned gloomy again, so he hurriedly said: "There are nine disciples of the Buddha in the Buddha Mirror Pavilion, and the oldest one is 3000 years old, and none of the disciples is the nine Buddhas. The strongest among them, his cultivation level reached Dharma Lord Eighth River [-] years ago, and his combat power is more than ten times that of mine. I advise you to give up the idea of ​​stealing the "Book of the Six Paths of Buddhism". In your hands, you have no chance at all."

The Buddha Mirror Pavilion is divided into nine areas, each area has a Buddhist scripture copy, and each bookshelf in the Buddha Mirror Pavilion, each area has a separate formation, one is to prevent the book from being stolen. People, first of all, are afraid that Buddhist books will be destroyed together.

It can be said that the number of formations in a Buddha Mirror Pavilion can be compared with the entire Bodhi Mountain. Even if your cultivation level is unpredictable, it is difficult and frightening to walk in the Buddha Mirror Pavilion.

This is also the reason why Guo Yi didn't disturb the other Buddhist disciples when they fought with the white-clothed monk, because other Buddhist disciples couldn't hear the sound of this place at all due to the separation of formations.

Among the Nine Great Buddhas, there is someone who reached the Dharma Master Eighth River 3000 years ago. This is definitely a top master, even if it is not as good as the Invincible True Dragon King and the Three Great Monks, it is almost the same.

Now that they have already arrived at the Buddha Mirror Pavilion, there is no reason to back down.

"Where is the mirror of Buddha's mirror?" Guo Yi asked.

"Your cultivation level is the master of the Sixth River. It is impossible for you to be no match for Wuyi. You will undoubtedly die if you go this way." The white-clothed monk advised.

Guo Yi lifted him off the bookshelf, put him on the ground, straightened his messy robes, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I still have a partner." ’, none of them are necessarily its opponents, after stealing the "Book of the Six Paths of Buddhism", I will treat you to a drink."

Guo Yi's way of speaking is not like talking to an enemy, but like talking to a friend.

"Amitabha, poor monks don't drink alcohol, let alone drink wine from a thief." The monk in white didn't appreciate Guo Yi's affection.

"Haha! Whatever you want! Anyway, I'm not a thief, I'm a saint among Buddhas." Guo Yi laughed long.

The monk in white uttered the Buddha's name again, obviously he didn't believe Guo Yi's words at all, and felt that he was uttering wild words, but now that his life was in Guo Yi's hands, he had to give in.

Since he wanted to die, he could only take him to meet Bu Yi, who would definitely be able to kill the thief if he had the highest level of cultivation.But if it is true as the thief said, he still has accomplices, and none of them were killed by them, then I have lost a strong competitor.

Since both can benefit, why not take him to the Mirror of Buddha's Mirror?

After the white-clothed monk figured out the joints, a meaningful smile suddenly appeared in his heart, but he pretended to be unwilling, and sighed: "Since your Excellency insists on it again and again, the poor monk will bring it to you." You go to the realm of the Buddha mirror."

"Don't worry, I have a friend who also entered the Buddhist Mirror Pavilion. Let's find it first, and then it won't be too late to go to the Buddhist Mirror." Guo Yi naturally saw the little Jiujiu in the white monk's heart, and there was a smile on his face. With a meaningful smile.