Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 270 [Zen Master Wuchao, Mara is born]

The Lord of Strength's eyes were half-squinted, revealing a hint of terrifying energy.

Zen Master Wuchao looked stunned, with a hint of terror in his eyes, "Quasi Saint Late Stage! How is this possible?"

Zen Master Wuchao felt the Venerable Power's exposed aura and waved his hands quickly, "No, no, the Venerable has misunderstood. The poor monk did not mean this."

Even if it means this, Zen Master Wuchao dare not say it. He also thinks that although Daoyan Tianzun has understood the cause and effect, the cause and effect between the other party and Buddhism is constantly being cut and confused.

Who knows if the opponent will suddenly attack. Although Zen Master Wuchao is confident that he can save his life from the opponent, it does not mean that he is qualified to fight with the opponent.

"Since Kinnara and his Taoist friends have a master-disciple relationship, it is not easy for the poor monk to take care of him."

"There are still many matters in Buddhism that need to be dealt with by the poor monk, so I will retire first."

After Zen Master Wuchao finished speaking, he bowed to the Lord of Strength, then transformed into a rainbow and escaped.

The Lord of Power curled his lips and did not pay attention to the other party's departure. Instead, he looked at Kinnara who looked frustrated and walked slowly in front of him.

"Are you blaming me for not showing up earlier? If you had shown up earlier, your lover would not have died."

The voice of the Lord of Power echoed in Kinnara's ears, awakening him.

Kinnara raised his head slightly, glanced at the Lord of Strength, then shook his head and said: "I just feel that I am too weak, so weak that I can be exploited by others."

"Actually, there is no need for you to intervene. My heart is already dead."

"Yes, in ancient times the weak could only be slaughtered by others."

There was no expression on Kinnara's face, and he still had an expression of indifference. Nothing could be worse than death.

The Lord of Power suddenly said: "Do you want to take revenge on Buddhism?"

Kinnara's expression changed slightly, he raised his head, his eyes were already darkened by the demonic energy, "I want to."

The Lord of Strength smiled slightly and said: "Become your teacher and I will teach you how to destroy Buddhism."

"Would you like that?"

Kinnara did not hesitate at all, and knelt down directly in front of the Lord of Strength, "Master, I am here to accept my disciple's obeisance."

"Okay, from now on, you will no longer be Kinnara. I will give you the name: Wutian."

"Kinnara is dead. From now on, there is only Wutian."

These words were roared by Wutian, and the sound carried hundreds of miles away, causing birds to fly in the forest.

The Lord of Strength did not bring Wutian back to Zizhou Mansion, but took him to a barren mountain and reopened a dojo named: Moluotian.

Wutian is a born demon master. After becoming a demon, he practiced very quickly. In just a thousand years, he entered the realm of Daluo Golden Immortal from Taiyi Golden Immortal.

Moreover, the demonic energy in Wutian's body is under his control and will not go berserk due to anger or other emotions, but will only become calmer due to anger and other negative emotions.

Thousands of years have passed in the blink of an eye in the prehistoric land. After the catastrophe of becoming gods, the saints retired, and the great powers of the prehistoric era became extremely active. Especially in the face of Buddhism entering the middle-earth and preaching, they were almost united over this matter.

Over thousands of years, although the influence of Buddhism has gradually increased, the land of Middle-earth is so vast that its real influence is only a corner.

Dongsheng Shenzhou is a small mountain. The plants on the mountain are not plants and trees, but golden branches and jade leaves, shining with dazzling golden light under the sun.

A random golden branch and jade leaf here can be enough for an ordinary person to live a hundred lifetimes in the human world, which is more than enough. Under these blooming flowers and countless golden branches and jade leaves, there is a man as gentle as jade, dressed in white. This man looks very charming, and his whole body seems to be transformed into jade.

No matter whether it was raining or not, this man was meditating somewhere and never moved from beginning to end.

I don’t know how long it took, but a breeze blew, and the golden branches and jade leaves on the entire hill were blown away, making a constant "swishing" sound.

It was at this moment that the man with a face as white as jade felt something, and looked sideways with a strong warning in his eyes.

Zhang Yan's figure followed the wind, with a smile on his lips: "As expected of a prehistoric alien species, the six-winged golden cicada took the form of a golden cicada and is very sensitive to crises."

The ancient six-winged golden cicada has the habits of the golden cicada. It likes silence and can stay quietly in the same place for a long time until death. At the same time, the golden cicada's sixth sense is very sensitive. The slightest movement of wind and grass can arouse their excitement. alert.

"who are you?"

The man with a face as white as jade was even more wary of Zhang Yan. He could tell at a glance that he was definitely not an ordinary person. He was even ready to escape at any time.

"I am the headmaster of Chanjiao, Daoyan Tianzun."

"You and I have a master-disciple relationship, so I came here to help you."

I don't know where to start. Zhang Yan also likes to follow the example of the Zhunti sage. He likes to say that any beneficial thing is destined to him.

"Daoyan Tianzun!"

The six-winged golden cicada's expression changed drastically. Even if he rarely walked in the ancient land, he still knew the name of Daoyan Tianzun.

The six-winged golden cicada hurriedly bowed and saluted, "Jin Chanzi, pay your respects to Daoyan Tianzun."

Zhang Yan nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile: "I would like to accept you as a registered disciple, are you willing?"

When Jin Chanzi heard this, he knelt down on the ground without even thinking: "Master, please accept Jin Chanzi's obeisance."

There is no need to think about it. Daoyan Tianzun is the existence that he has looked up to all his life. If such a person is willing to accept him as a disciple, he will not consider it even if it is a registered disciple.

Zhang Yan nodded and stretched out his hand to support him. Although Jin Chanzi was a foreign species, he liked to be quiet. The quiet here was not meditating, but sleeping. Moreover, he would start sleeping for at least a hundred years, and he would continue to sleep after waking up.

Naturally, such a level of cultivation will not be too high. It is still in the early stage of Taiyi Golden Immortal. However, the level of cultivation is not important. After all, he has great luck and is a crucial figure in the spread of Buddhism to the east in the future. Sooner or later, he will have to cultivate again. Cultivation will also turn into nothing.

"I predict that in the future, you will have a great opportunity. If you do this, you can directly escape into the Daluo Golden Immortal realm. Are you willing to participate?"

"Directly promoted to Daluo Jinxian!?"

Jin Chanzi hesitated, is there such a good thing in this world?
  "It is a matter of great merit."

"Disciple is willing."

If someone told him that there was something of great merit for him, he might not believe it, but if it was Daoyan Tianzun, it would be completely different.

As a powerful quasi-sage, it was absolutely impossible for the other party to deceive him.

A mysterious aura bloomed from Zhang Yan's hand, and he was directly sent into Jin Chanzi's sea of ​​consciousness.

"Soon, Buddhism will enlighten you. You should think about it yourself."

(End of this chapter)