Daojun, start from Penglai foundation building

"Who are you?!"

Monk Faxian's voice was as loud as thunder, and his originally kind face immediately showed anger.

Along with the surge of Buddha's light, a meter-tall, angry-looking Arhat light image appeared behind Monk Faxian. The moment the Arhat light image appeared, two golden lights shot out from the Arhat's eyes.

Then two golden lights pierced through the sky, stirring up the sea of ​​clouds.

However, the surging sea of ​​clouds in the sky lasted only a moment before it was shattered by a green sword.

"Master Dao, I am Lingyuan, the Taoist master of Penglai in the Mountain and River Realm!!!"

The moment the contemptuous voice rang out, a green blade swept down from the sky.

In a flash, the green sword swept across thousands of miles, shattered the golden light, cleansed the sea of ​​clouds, and then transformed into thousands of sword lights that covered the sky above Zhengjue Temple.

The cold light was fierce and the sword shadows were flashing. In an instant, thousands of feet long sword energy crisscrossed and fell from the sky, as if to submerge the Zhengjue Temple.

The great monks in the Jindan and Yuanying realms in the temple were relatively calm, but the novice monks in the lower three realms were already pale and looked horrified.

Taoist Lingyuan of Penglai Sect!
In this gambling contest among the three realms, with a ten-year deadline, each realm will naturally not relax its search for intelligence from other realms.

Some of the information that comes out on the surface is difficult to cover up.

For example, who is the first person of the younger generation in this world.

In the Panfeng Realm, this person is Ye Wenshu, whose status is the Golden Palace Mysterious Girl. She is extremely powerful and has profound Taoism.

In the world of mountains and rivers, Penglai Lingyuan is known as the best in the contemporary world.

In the two Taiyi Yuanshen realm battles, Taoist Lingyuan stole the show.

It would be difficult for the Hengsha world not to know the news.

But why did this evil man come to Yuanzhou? !

Not to mention that the great monks and young novices were all filled with fear, even Monk Faxian himself was filled with doubts.

Taoist Lingyuan? !
Although he was shocked by the name for a moment, Monk Faxian was not easily frightened. He gathered all his magical powers and effortlessly struck out with a Buddha's palm.

Accompanied by a resounding Buddhist sound, a huge Buddha's palm surrounded by the scorching sun flew across the sky and collided with the sword energy in the sky.

The Buddha's palm collided with the sword energy in the sky and scattered. Monk Faxian glanced at Ye Wenshu who was standing aside with an indifferent expression, and immediately changed his expression and said with a smile: "Fairy Ye, wait a moment, I will go and capture the Taoist priest and come back soon."

Ye Wenshu had no objection: "Please do as you wish."

Monk Faxian's short and fat figure soared into the sky very flexibly and disappeared in an instant.

And above the sky, there was a crackling roar of fighting sounds like thunder.

Ye Wenshu was watching quietly in Zhengjue Temple, with a calm expression and no one could tell what she was thinking.

In fact, when the man in the sky called himself Penglai Lingyuan, Ye Wenshu's thoughts fluctuated for a moment, but the next moment Ye Wenshu realized that there was a problem.

She had fought with Jiang Sheng twice, so she was somewhat familiar with him.

In Ye Wenshu's opinion, Jiang Sheng was indeed an arrogant person, but that arrogance was restrained and not outwardly evident. Whether he was discussing philosophy with others or fighting with others, Jiang Sheng always behaved very humbly and almost never showed any arrogance.

The visitor's announcement of his origin in such a high-profile manner was actually a disadvantage.

What's more, although the sword of the newcomer was sharp, it did not have the oppressive power of Jiang Sheng's.

For a moment, Ye Wenshu became a little curious: Who is carrying the name Ling Yuan?
Not to mention Ye Wenshu, even Jiang Sheng himself was wondering who the person who was impersonating him was.

However, at this moment, Monk Faxian was soaring into the sky to fight with the man in the sky, which gave Jiang Sheng a good opportunity.

If he were to sneak into Zhengjue Temple at this time, without the Taiyi Yuanshen of Monk Faxian, the other monks and novices would not be able to find any trace of Jiang Sheng, and the formation in Zhengjue Temple would not be able to stop him.

What's more, Ye Wenshu is currently in Zhengjue Temple. Regardless of whether she has any plans to unite with the Hengsha Realm, it would be a good idea for her to take a look at the situation in Zhengjue Temple.

As Jiang Sheng pondered, his eyes silently turned blue.

If Jiang Sheng had not used some means to conceal his figure at this moment, the people around him would have seen that the Taoist's eyes were as blue as the sky, but his pupils were golden, like a pair of immortal eyes that could see through illusions and understand everything.

The golden pupil that can break illusions is activated.

If an ordinary person used this golden pupil, it would be difficult for them to see the real image through the layers of formations and spiritual restrictions in the Zhengjue Temple, nor would they be able to see the potential crisis.

But with the Yin-Yang Disaster Method that Jiang Sheng practiced and the Golden Eye of Breaking Delusion, it was not a problem for him to penetrate the layers of spiritual restrictions. Moreover, Jiang Sheng could keenly sense the direction of the calamity energy between heaven and earth.

Looking at Zhengjue Temple, through the tall and magnificent gate, Jiang Sheng saw the Buddha statues on the altar in the temple and the thousands of monks and novices.

I also saw Ye Wenshu, who was dressed in blue, standing at the entrance of the main hall.

"Ah"

With a light snort, Jiang Sheng disappeared outside Zhengjue Temple.

However, inside the Zhengjue Temple, Ye Wenshu felt something strange for a moment. Her soul seemed to sense that someone was spying on her, but when she looked around, she did not find anything unusual.

All the monks and novices in the temple were chanting Buddhist scriptures and worshipping Buddha statues, and there seemed to be nothing wrong.

But Ye Wenshu believed in her own spiritual perception.

After so many years of punishing people on behalf of the gods in the Panfeng Realm, Ye Wenshu's spiritual sense has become extremely sensitive. She can sense it even if someone is spying on her from thousands of miles away using the method of peeping into the sky.

Someone must have been checking the situation in Zhengjue Temple just now. Ye Wenshu thought about it, her expression unchanged, and she suppressed her doubts.

Above the sky, Monk Faxian was also frowning as he looked inside and outside the Zhengjue Temple.

"Fazhen, your plan seems to have gone awry."

Beside Monk Faxian, a tall and thin monk stood quietly on the cloud. He had a sad look on his face and was helpless, but his voice was very calm: "It was just a test."

Monk Faxian nodded: "Ye Wenshu seems to be fine."

Fazhen raised his eyebrows, his face becoming even more distressed: "Are you really going to become a Taoist couple with Ye Wenshu?"

Monk Faxian sighed: "Ah, I don't want to either, but you know the way I practice. I need to have enough wine and meat, and I can't do without three wives and four concubines."

"Right now I have four concubines full, but the third wife is still vacant."

Fazhen said no more, only said: "Ye Wenshu is the only chess piece left. You can help her break through with courtesy, but if you want to use force, you should think about it yourself."

Upon hearing this, Monk Faxian rarely showed a look of sorrow.

"Forget it, let's talk about this later."

"You and I will go back to the temple first and finish presiding over the Buddha Bathing Ceremony."

"The situation over there is not good for Fakong. The two evildoers have joined forces to make it very difficult for Fakong to hold on. He urgently needs this group of Dharma guardian monks."

"That's it, but it's a pity that despite the big announcement of Ye Wenshu's coming to Yuanzhou, the people in the Mountain and River Realm are indifferent."

The two monks chatted and then began the final finishing work.

Another sword light flashed across the sky, but the Buddha's light appeared and saved all directions, destroying the sword light.

Then, a voice of rage and shame sounded: "Humph, this is just a test. You won't be so lucky next time we fight!"

After saying that, a beam of sword light fled towards Yanzhou.

All the monks in Zhengjue Temple breathed a sigh of relief. This Taoist Lingyuan had a great reputation and was said to be the number one Yuanshen in the Mountain and River Realm, but it seemed that he was not as good as Master Faxian?
The monks calmed down, but Ye Wenshu's expression became even weirder.

At this time, Monk Faxian had already pressed down the cloud and returned to Zhengjue Temple.

But a short and fat figure wearing a bright red cassock was seen descending from the sky on auspicious clouds, and he sat cross-legged on the altar again.

Monk Faxian looked peaceful and said, "Don't worry, Taoist Lingyuan has already left."

As soon as these words were spoken, thousands of monks chanted the Buddha's name together, and Monk Faxian continued to preside over the Buddha Bathing Ceremony as if nothing had happened.

Buddha's light was manifested in Zhengjue Temple, illuminating all directions. Amidst the thousands of Buddhist chants, wisps of golden Buddha's light emerged, illuminating the sky with various colors. The clouds kept changing over the Zhengjue Temple, sometimes turning into Buddha, sometimes into Bodhisattva, and reflected by the colorful clouds. It was truly magical.

This strange phenomenon also made the countries of Yuanzhou more awed by the Zhengjue Temple.

It has been twenty years since Hengshajie Zhengjue Temple took over Yuanzhou.

Twenty years is an extremely long time for mortals, but for monks, it is difficult to change anything in twenty years.

If we want to transform Yuanzhou, which has been immersed in Shintoism for countless tens of thousands of years, into a true Buddhist pure land, we need not only the kind-hearted eyebrows of Bodhisattvas, but also the angry eyes of Arhats.

On the one hand, Monk Faxian used thundering means to eliminate the forces in Yuanzhou that disobeyed Zhengjue Temple, and on the other hand, he was gentle to others.

He did not intend to force these countries to believe in Buddhism, but as long as the Zhengjue Temple was still in Yuanzhou, they would have to make some gesture on the surface regardless of whether they believed in it or not.

Under such subtle influence, a hundred years is enough for Yuanzhou to become a Buddhist pure land.

For example, during the Buddha Bathing Ceremony, Zhengjue Temple only gave a few notifications, and the various countries in Yuanzhou spontaneously held the celebration.

A large number of small countries and towns also sent envoys to Zhengjue Temple to pay tribute.

As long as Buddhism continues to win, these small countries will realize how powerful it is and convert to Buddhism.

Monk Faxian chanted the Buddha's name with a kind smile on his face.

Ye Wenshu watched Monk Faxian's performance quietly in the corridor, with a slight smile on her lips.

This ceremony will last for three days and three nights. After various Buddhist blessings and the refining of ointments, this group of Dharma-protecting monks will be considered to have accomplished their mission.

At night, the Zhengjue Temple and its surroundings are still brightly lit and the sound of Buddhist chants continues.

Everything seemed peaceful, and Zhengjue Temple was not on guard.

But Monk Faxian and Monk Fazhen were one in the open and one in the dark, relaxed on the outside but tight on the inside, and neither of them let their guard down.

Finally, it was the third night, and the ceremony was about to end.

At this midnight, a bright and clear light suddenly rose above the moonlit sky with sparse stars.

The clear light was rippling, stirring up the sky full of rosy clouds. As the monks in Zhengjue Temple were in wonder, they saw the bright moon suddenly falling down!
Suddenly, there was a panic in Zhengjue Temple, but Monk Faxian saw clearly that it was not the moon, but a beam of sword light!
The sword light was shining brightly, like a crescent moon, and its clear light was like a waterfall. As the sword light fell, a magnificent power rose at the same time, and its momentum was so great that all the creatures within a thousand miles could see it clearly!
At this critical moment, someone happened to make trouble, and Monk Faxian immediately showed anger.

This was not what he and Monk Fazhen discussed!
"Where did this thief come from to ruin my Buddhist ceremony?!"

As he spoke, Monk Faxian slapped out his palm again, and the flaming Buddha's palm flew into the air, but was shattered on the spot by the sword light!
In an instant, the Buddha's palm shattered, and thousands of streams of fire scattered like stars in the sky.

While Monk Faxian was astonished, a clear voice like the bright sword light rang out in the air.

"Penglai, Lingyuan!" (End of this chapter)