Longevity begins with refining blood essence

Chapter 77: Reincarnation of Buddha (Seeking follow-up reading)

A few days later, Fang Chen arrived near the Bodhi Temple.

From afar, you can see a huge mountain, sitting firmly on the earth. It is magnificent and awe-inspiring.

There was a faint flash of golden light on Bodhi Mountain. It was the manifestation of the power of Buddhism. Because the power of Buddhism was so strong, the golden light appeared from time to time, full of sacred breath.

However, this peace is actually more on the surface. Even on Bodhi Mountain, which is full of such a sacred atmosphere, there are people killing people at its foot.

In the past few days, Fang Chen has witnessed many warriors killing each other in order to compete for resources.

The Buddha's scriptures cannot save the world.

As he sensed the vast fluctuations of spiritual energy on Bodhi Mountain and didn't know what was happening, he didn't want to join in the fun for the time being, so he walked into a teahouse, found a seat by the window, and sat down, ready to wait for the vast fluctuations of spiritual energy on the mountain to dissipate before doing anything else.

"Waiter, give me a cup of good spiritual tea. I want the best."

He took out a fifty-liang silver ingot and slapped it on the table. The waiter who ran over saw this and laughed:

"Hey, sir, you just came to the Immortal Gate from below, right? Although we are a small business, we don't need silver. You should exchange it for spirit stones."

"I forgot. How many spiritual stones does a pot of good spiritual tea cost?"

"I need a high-quality spirit stone."

Fang Chen put the silver back into the storage ring, and then took out a top-grade spirit stone.

The waiter collected the spirit stone and immediately said with a smile:
"Please wait a moment, sir."

Then he ran to the backyard.

"A pot of the best spiritual tea."

These few short steps were seen by several people at another table. After they looked at each other, their gazes stayed on Fang Chen for a long time.

With Fang Chen's strength, the other party's gaze naturally could not escape his perception, but he did not say anything. He just waited for the spiritual tea to come up and tasted it carefully.

There are many things in the Immortal Gate that are different from those in Daqian, just like the simplest tea, wine and food, which are full of rich blood and spiritual essence. After eating and drinking, some are refreshing and invigorating, some strengthen the body, condense the essence and blood, and some can even be used for healing.

The most basic things here can actually be considered treasures if they are brought to Daqian, but at the same time, from now on, only spirit stones are accepted. Mundane things like gold and silver have no meaning here.

Although the effect is minimal for a strong man like him, Fang Chen is still a little curious, so he came to experience it.

Some people were chatting in the teahouse, and the topic came up with Bodhi Temple. Fang Chen listened attentively.

"Have you heard? Today, a master with profound Buddhist knowledge came from the Vajra Temple in Guangmu Fairy City. His name is Fahai. He wants to compete with the Grand Elder of Bodhi Temple to see who is better in Buddhism."

"How come I haven't heard of it? It is said that Master Fahai was a monk who was sweeping the floor. He practiced hard in the Vajra Temple for four hundred years and has already broken through the realm of Buddha. He is comparable to a martial arts master. He has a powerful body of dragon magic, is invulnerable to swords and spears, and is immune to water and fire. He can move mountains and seal the sea. There is no way to break through. He is really powerful."

"More than that, I also know that he is known as the Buddha of the present age! After all, it took him only four hundred years to break through to the realm of Buddha. This can no longer be described as a simple genius. Only those ancient Buddhist masters who have reincarnated can break through to the realm of Buddha in such a short period of time.

I heard that he has been traveling around these years, just to find a Buddhist monk who can compete with him to enhance his Buddha power. So far, he has not been defeated." "However, Master Xuanxin, the Grand Elder of Bodhi Temple, is also an extraordinary person. Although he is not as talented as Fahai, his strength should not be underestimated. He successfully broke through the Buddha realm six hundred years ago. Now that six hundred years have passed, even if he has been practicing slowly, he is probably in the middle or even late stage of Buddha, right? With such strength, isn't it more than enough to control a new genius?"

After hearing this, Fang Chen became quite curious about Fahai.

"To be able to break through the realm of Martial God in just four hundred years is truly a genius."

In comparison, I am just a fighter among the trash and not worth mentioning at all.

After all, it took me more than ten thousand years of practice to break through to the level of Martial God. In other words, the other party's aptitude for practice is twenty to thirty times higher than mine.

However, Fang Chen did not feel jealous, envious or hateful. He was not a genius himself, but a scumbag, a person who could not be more ordinary!
Everyone has his own luck and destiny. No matter how talented he is, it is not as good as cheating on his own.

Even if he practices hard for four hundred years and reaches the same level as himself, he will still be left far behind in the future.

At this moment, he could sense that the showdown on Bodhi Mountain seemed to be coming to an end, so he did not stop and continued walking up the mountain.

Just as he left, several people at the table behind him quickly followed.

The crowd soon came to a small woods and stopped Fang Chen.

"Please walk slowly, sir."

Fang Chen stopped and looked at the people in front of him calmly. He could guess what they were going to do with his toes.
“We just heard that you seemed to have just come up from the lower world. In fact, this immortal gate is full of dangers. If you are not careful at any time, you may die.

Only by gathering together for warmth can we survive better in this immortal gate.

"I am Lan Zhonghai. I am not very strong, but I have just broken through to the peak of the great sect. Over the years, I have been looking for people with aspirations. Now I have formed a considerable force. I wonder if you are willing to join my force?"

As soon as Lan Zhonghai finished speaking, several innate warriors behind him began to laugh wickedly, intentionally or unintentionally.

"Of course, you don't have to join us, but you are our enemy. Be our enemy."

Bang bang bang bang bang.
Before he could finish the rest of the words, the group of people suddenly exploded into balls of blood mist and turned into ashes on the spot.

The one who made the move was naturally Fang Chen, who showed no mercy at all and did not even give the other party a chance to regret.

If you dare to threaten me, you will have to bear the consequences of threatening me, and that consequence is naturally being killed by him.

"Killing people is becoming more and more convenient now. With just a thought, the opponent will be blown into a bloody mist. It feels so good to be so powerful."

Fang Chen sighed, his mood not fluctuating at all.

When one's strength reaches a certain level, one's perspective on problems will be different. For him now, killing someone is no different from crushing an ant. It will not affect his mood at all, and it will not even make him angry.

　Thanks to my book friend kuaile Huige for the reward, thank you very much.

　　Can I ask for a recommendation ticket, a free recommendation ticket?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)