I have a roll of fairy pictures

Chapter 112 Jin Chanzi

For the time being, Babao's mother can only rely on the spirit treasure to hang her life!Huo Taixian could only find a way to draw Lan Caihe's flower basket.

"You tell me the news about the Xiantian picture scroll directly, aren't you afraid that I will steal your treasure?" Huo Taixian withdrew his palm and looked at the expectant Eight Treasure in the corner.

"No!" Babao looked at Huo Taixian: "I have the most peculiar Gu insect in the world, 'Spiritual Rhinoceros Gu'. I can see through it at a glance what kind of person you are. Compared with people in this world, You are a good person with a great will to love all sentient beings in your heart."

"How can a person who loves all living beings be a despicable and shameless villain?" Babao looked at Huo Taixian.

Huo Taixian was silent when he heard the words, and looked at the Eight Treasures with his eyes. Huo Taixian smiled and said, "You can stay here temporarily. What is your father's name? I will inquire about him in the Buddhist temple."

"Dharma name Shenxiu!" Babao's eyes turned red.

That night
Huo Taixian sat in the room, looking at the dark autumn rain, with a hint of thought in his eyes, and a picture scroll in front of him was slowly unfolded.

The picture scroll is very simple, just a simple and simple sword.

"Little Marquis Guanshan, a person from the Southwest, lives in the Southwest Marquis's Mansion." Huo Tai made a formula in his mouth, and silently recited all kinds of messages from the little Marquis.

"Om~"

After the words fell, only the faint sound of the dragon chant was heard, and a blue light flickered on the scroll, which disappeared without a trace as the thunder flashed across. There was only an empty scabbard on the scroll.

Huo Taixian sat in front of the picture scroll, time passed bit by bit, after the tea time, suddenly the blue light flowed on the picture scroll in front of him, and then the sword was sheathed, but nothing was found.

"What?" Huo Taixian was stunned, feeling the message from the sword, and said in astonishment: "The scourge is not in the southwest land!"

"Young Master is not in the Southwest." Huo Taixian thoughtfully rolled up the scroll and put it in his sleeve: "It's his fate!"

"Where is Monk Shenxiu?" Huo Taixian's five-colored divine light scattered into the night sky, and then he sat there blankly like a rotten tree.

Landa Temple

Back mountain
In a cave where Buddha's light circulates and Sanskrit chanting, all monks gather together at this time, with eight bald heads sitting together, in the middle is a golden pool, in which the golden light is rippling and sacred.

In the very center of the pool, a golden sculpture stands in the center of the pool, with Buddhist texts circulating around it, and countless profound meanings emerge.

At this time, the golden lotus blooms in the cave, just like the holy land of Lingshan, illuminating the whole world in peace, and the golden lotus blooms gently.

"What should I do?" An old monk asked with a worried face.

Facing this Buddhist artistic conception, the monk is not only not happy, but his eyes are full of helplessness, fear, and fear.

"This golden cicada is really too fierce, even the Buddha's golden body can't hold it back. It's not because the causal Gu insect forcibly reversed the cause and effect, and borrowed the power of the dead Buddha. I'm afraid this beast has already been born." Someone spoke.

"Do you want to sue the royal family of the Great Zhou? Or invite the three religions to suppress this beast?" Someone whispered.

"Dharma is the only nemesis of Jin Chanzi. Our eight Buddhist myths gathered here, and we barely use the golden body of Buddha to suppress Jin Chanzi. If those Taoist myths come here, there is no way to restrain them. I'm afraid they will become Jin Chanzi's nourishment."

"This is the golden cicada! Back then, the Buddha didn't save the monster, can we really suppress it?"

"If we can't suppress it, we have to suppress it. We have no choice." The eight myths looked at each other and continued to chant the mantra.

Huo Taixian's five ghosts shuttled through the temple, feeling the incense in the Landa Temple, even a Wenshui water god could not compare.

"Huh? Then the back mountain actually gathers the energy mechanism of the eight myths? Are all the myths of Buddhism retreated in the back mountain?"

"It's not right! The golden light is shining there, it seems that a genius treasure was born, and it is an extraordinary genius treasure." Huo Taixian's eyes lit up when he saw the treasure light that was constantly being suppressed in the back mountain.

"The treasures of the eight mythological guardians... I, the five ghosts, have the power to suppress the seal of Buzhou Mountain. I don't know if I can steal the treasures! But if I steal a little, it is enough for me to draw a picture of the Eight Immortals." Huo Taixian didn't Forget, to draw the picture of the Eight Immortals by yourself, you still need a lot of geniuses and earth treasures.

Thinking in his heart, Huo Taixian urged the five ghosts to go to the back mountain in an instant.

The five ghosts are immortal, so what if they are discovered by the eight myths?It's just broken up.

At the moment when Huo Taixian and the five ghosts entered the cave, there was a sudden buzzing sound under the golden pool, followed by a burst of boiling. Holding the relic, or holding the scriptures, or holding the blessing pestle, he kept desperately urging the divine power, and then poured the divine power into the golden body of the Buddha in the center.

At this moment, Huo Taixian's five ghosts arrived, and the eight people were so focused on suppressing the murderer below that they didn't even notice the five ghosts' aura.

I saw the five ghost qi machines spinning in the void, and I felt infinite auspiciousness coming from the entrance of the cave. The eight holy monks gathered together, and a golden body in the center emitted infinite golden light. Endless good fortune and mystery.

"Sure enough, the eight monks gathered together to steal food. The Buddha statue in the center is flowing with divine light, which must be the supreme scroll of Buddhism. The golden pool below it also contains infinite Buddha nature and infinite divine power, which is more powerful than what I have seen in the past. I don’t know how many times stronger the mythical scrolls and all kinds of genius treasures I’ve seen.” Huo Taixian’s heart moved, and the five ghosts rolled up a pool of water, and then returned to their house, quickly locking the air machine, so as not to be caught The myth of the outside world perceives.

"My five ghosts are really mysterious, and even masters in the realm of mythology can't detect the changes." Huo Taixian looked at the golden liquid, and stopped talking, took out the Tiangong brush, and covered the blood with the golden liquid. , lightly stained with blood, and then began to outline on the picture of the Eight Immortals.

A jar of liquid completely replaced the consumption of Huo Taixian's energy and energy. After Huo Taixian drew the flower basket, there was still half of the jar left.

"What kind of liquid is this? The effect is so good?" Huo Taixian looked at the liquid with a hint of surprise in his eyes, and without further ado, he continued to use the Tiangong brush to draw the picture of the Eight Immortals.

Huo Taixian never knew, the moment he took away the golden yellow liquid, the buzzing in the pool below suddenly increased, and then the eight myths all turned pale in astonishment: Impossible!

"Why did this beast tonight, as if he had taken the magic medicine, and was desperately smashing it?" The eight monks saw sweat on their foreheads, and the scrolls in their hands kept flickering, desperately suppressing the boiling liquid.

"Oh!"

At this moment, a golden transparent phantom suddenly shot up into the sky and emerged from the liquid, causing the eight monks to exclaim:
"The true spirit rushed out! How is it possible! How could his true spirit rush out!"

But seeing the transparent phantom go away in an instant, one of the monks was about to get up and chase, but was held back by the person next to him:

"No! It's just a true spirit, it's impossible to leave the body for too long, and there's no point in chasing it! That guy's body is still below, so you can't let his body run out."

"Ah~"

There was a scream from the bottom of the mountain, and then a blood-red shadow returned, and all the monks did not stop them, allowing the blood-red shadow to sink into the golden pool again.

"For 3000 years, this golden cicada has been suppressed for 3000 years. Today, it finally sees blood and flesh, and its ferocity is completely aroused. I am afraid that the world will be doomed in the future." At this time, the golden light in the cave was extinguished, and the vision disappeared. , only the golden yellow liquid kept rolling in the pool.

"How could his true spirit escape?" A monk holding a golden bowl stared at the golden liquid below with an ugly expression.

"I see! You see, the Buddha's blood has been consumed tonight, which is a full bowl more than usual, and that's why the true spirit of the evil animal escaped." A monk looked carefully, watching Below the golden yellow liquid, there was a touch of shock in the eyes.

"No way? This is the blood of the Buddha. How could it consume an extra bowl? In the past, the Buddha left a golden body to suppress this evil obstacle, and bathed him in the blood of the Buddha every day to wipe away the ferocity of his body. It was originally fierce. The nature is gradually obliterated, the Buddha nature is gradually infected, and it is about to be subdued, who would have thought that this guy has become violent for some reason in recent years, it is really strange." The monk holding the rosary sighed.

"Then what should we do now? The daily consumption of Buddha's blood has increased a lot. I'm afraid we won't be able to wait until the day when the Buddha said to save this monster." A Buddhist mythology sighed.

All the monks were silent.

"Shenxiu!" the monk holding the rosary suddenly said.

"The disciple is here." The monk holding the golden bowl quickly saluted.

"The monster was born, I'm afraid some disciples will die outside, and you still need to go out and confess secretly. I'm afraid my Landa Temple will not be peaceful in the future." The old monk holding the rosary sighed.

"Disciple obeys." Shenxiu got up when she heard the words, and disappeared in a stream of light.

The sky was getting brighter, and the east was turning white. Huo Taixian put away the Tiangong brush, and suddenly he heard a noisy sound in his ears, accompanied by crying and mourning, and the sound of mournful chanting slowly came from outside the courtyard.

"What happened?" Huo Taixian put away the scroll, quickly opened the door and walked out of the house.

At this time, the little nun's face was full of sorrow and fear: "Last night, for some reason, a senior brother was sucked dry of the essence of flesh and blood from his whole body and died. You senior brothers are saving him."

"Landuo Temple has a myth that sits in town, so does anyone dare to make trouble?" Huo Taixian's eyes were full of disbelief.

"Young master." Over there with a look of fear on his face, Babao looked at the oppressive Buddhist temple through the crack of the door.

"Don't be afraid, there are myths sitting in the Landa Temple, how can evil spirits be allowed to wreak havoc?" Huo Taixian took out a flower in his hand, and handed him a witty saying:
"Give this magical medicine to your mother."

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