Chunyang First Headmaster

Chapter 461
The Buddha's light in front of Zen Master Zhaoshan boiled like waves, and a monstrous golden sun slowly rose from the sea of ​​light, illuminating the earth!
In this golden day, even the light of the sun in the sky was suppressed, and everyone could see clearly on the flat ground in front of the temple and on the river.

Several well-informed and powerful people gasped at the same time, looked at the dazzling scorching sun, and murmured: "The sun soars into the sky? Once this array comes out, Jinshan Temple will have no chance of prosperity." ..."

Sun Baichuan, one of the eight sons of Qingcheng, is the most outstanding master of the younger generation of Qingcheng School. He once fought against Chu Xun in the arena without losing hundreds of moves, and even suppressed Chu Xun in the early stage. future.

At this time of the Ninety-Nine War, Sword Lord Huayang also brought him out, hoping to increase his knowledge and meet the heroes of the world, so as not to blindly build a car behind closed doors in the mountains and lose his enterprising spirit.

When he looked up, his eyes only touched the stunning golden light, and he felt severe pain in his eyes. He lowered his head involuntarily, only to hear Huayang Jianjun beside him chuckled and said, "Bai Chuan, this Da Ri Teng Xiao is the treasure of Jinshan Temple, if you look directly at it like this, be careful to burn your eyes!"

Sun Baichuan rubbed his eyes, squinted his eyes for a few times, and said with a wry smile: "Uncle Master, what is the origin of this formation? The disciple just took a look at it, and felt palpitations for no reason. I really don't know that Master Chunyang How to grab the edge!"

Huayang Jianjun laughed and said: "It is recorded that thousands of years ago, a Vairocana Buddha wandered to Jinshan Temple and saw the outstanding people here, so he stayed here for several years, passed on the scriptures here, and left The Buddha Treasure left. From my point of view, this Buddhist disciple obviously refined his own martial arts into the Buddha Treasure, and several generations of eminent monks of Jinshan Temple have studied his superior martial arts, so there is such a saying."

"Vairocana is the supreme Buddha body of Buddhism. Since he dares to be called a Buddha, he must be a rare martial arts master. He condenses it with his own laws and has his own great power. You are still one step away from the innate. , how dare you face it? As for that headmaster Chunyang, his martial arts cultivation is much higher than mine, you can't resist, but he doesn't care!"

Sun Baichuan nodded in admiration, and suddenly asked in a low voice: "Master Uncle, just now I seem to have heard someone say that once this formation is launched, Jinshan Temple will have no chance of prosperity... But what is the explanation for this sentence?"

Sword Lord Huayang sighed faintly, shook his head and said: "Most of the fourth squad leader and the eighth deacon are dead now, Abbot Zhaoshan personally presided over the Great Sun Tengxiao Formation, and took out the Buddha treasure to transform into a golden sun, no matter the victory or defeat, the Buddha treasure will definitely not survive .Even if Zhaoshan wins this battle by chance, Jinshan Temple's martial arts and orthodoxy are not second to third, how can there be any reason for its prosperity?"

Sun Baichuan was stable in nature and benevolent. Hearing the words, he sighed: "Buddhism and Taoism are fighting, fighting back and forth, and I don't know how many people died, and how many Taoisms were destroyed..."

Huayang Jianjun was silent for a long time, and sighed: "If you don't fight, how can the Taoist sect survive? Even if you want to fight for a chance in the catastrophe, you have to kill! It's not that you have to fight back and forth, but They forced you to fight. Baizhuan, you are also a person who has read all kinds of books since childhood. How prosperous is the contention of a hundred schools of thought in ancient times? Where are the famous schools? Where are the miscellaneous schools? How cruel and tragic the battle of orthodoxy is, you can't help but settle down!"

Sun Baichuan was silent for a while, clenched his fist tightly, and said in a deep voice: "Uncle Master, this disciple understands!"

He was about to raise his head to look again, only to hear Huayang Jianjun say: "Bai Chuan, you don't need to see with your eyes, you have to sense the changes of the world with the six touches, and understand the laws of the machine, this is the purpose of bringing you here to watch the battle .”

At this time Xiao Qianli stared at it, and saw a small white ball in the golden sun, which seemed to be burning with infinite blazing flames, and asked in surprise: "This is the Buddha treasure?"

Zen Master Zhaoshan nodded and said, "Exactly!"

Xiao Qianli pointed to the eight phantoms condensed with golden light, and asked, "Then what are these?"

"It's just the relics left by the eight eminent monks of the past." Zen Master Zhaoshan's tone was flat, "They all studied the skills contained in the Buddha treasure before they were alive. After sitting down, the relics echoed the Buddha treasure and flew to the Buddha treasure by themselves. Surrounded by guards. If you encounter an enemy, you will turn yourself into a vajra protector."

"For thousands of years, this formation has been launched nine times, and a total of 47 relics have been broken, killing countless enemies and protecting our golden mountains. Now there are only these eight relics left."

Zen Master Zhaoshan's tone finally fluctuated, with a touch of sadness, he said softly: "The poor monk is the ninth one!"

"Nine is the ultimate number!" Xiao Qianli lowered his head, stared at Zen Master Zhaoshan, and said slowly, "That is to say, regardless of victory or defeat, the great day will not exist in the world?"

Zen Master Zhaoshan remained silent, but nodded slightly.

Xiao Qianli suddenly asked: "Since Jinshan Temple has acquired the Great Sun Tathagata's cultivation method, who knows who is good at the secret method of stealing the sky and changing the sun?"

Zen Master Zhaoshan looked surprised, shook his head and said: "Who has such a great ability? There are many eminent monks in Jinshan Temple, but no one has practiced this extraordinary skill. The poor monk has many close friends in the Buddhist sect of the Central Plains, but I don't know who is good at this. An astonishing secret."

At Zhaoshan's level of cultivation, he understands the world in every word and deed, and he will never be deceitful.Xiao Qianli nodded, and said in a deep voice: "In that case, please start the formation!"

Hearing a low shout, the eight groups of golden light phantoms all stretched out their hands, and the circle behind them turned into a molten golden sun, and a beam of light went straight to the sky, connecting with the golden sun.A stream of white air rushed out from the top of Chan Master Zhaoshan's head, arousing the golden sun, the Buddha's treasure, to turn into a ray of light.

Amidst the light, there is an imposing ghostly image of a huge and incomparably magnificent treasure hall. In the billowing golden clouds, there are figures of people, and there are thousands of ghostly shadows of monks, dressed in Buddhist cassocks, standing in front of the door. It seems to be a land of pure bliss, with endless brilliance shining on Daqian.

Around the treasure hall, there are hundreds of millions of Sanskrit characters appearing in the void, surging like sea tides, evolving and opening up, and everything changes.

During that golden day, it seemed that a Buddha slowly opened his eyes, and his majestic gaze swept across the audience.

Even though it was hundreds of zhang away, no matter whether the people on the ground outside the temple or on the river, everyone below the heavens trembled and knelt down on the ground tremblingly.As if facing the real Buddha who came to the world, he couldn't help bowing his head and prostrating.

Even if he is innately powerful, although he can keep his body upright at this time, his face is extremely dignified.

Just a little bit of coercion leaked from such a distance has such power, what if they are confronted head-on?
The chanting sounds from the phantoms of the countless monks suddenly merged into one, and a magnificent sound resounded through the world.

"My Buddha is merciful!"

The golden sun turned into white flames in the sky, countless ancient runes crossed the space in an instant, and suddenly pressed on Xiao Qianli's head.

Each one contains huge power, and each one hides a piece of truth from heaven and earth, not to mention tens of thousands of them?

(End of this chapter)