Xianlu Spring and Autumn

"..."

The Qingdeng Ancient Buddha opened his mouth to preach.

The content of this old sermon is not considered advanced. It starts from the lowest level of qi refining and ends at the end of the early stage of Lichen. I dare not say more about more advanced things, so as not to destroy the balance of power and provoke other people on Rumeng. hostility to power.

Although the Water Buddha Temple is strong, it can't hold back the wolves.

But even so, a group of monks still listened with gusto. For them, these pointers are enough, and they can be said by Qingdeng Ancient Buddha. His cultivation experience can be compared.

On the faces of the monks, an intoxicated expression soon appeared.

"..."

The voice is loud and clear, reaching up to the sky and down to the bottom of the sea.

When the Qingdeng Ancient Buddha preached, of course there were no extravagant images of heaven and earth, such as stubborn stones nodding their heads, but this old man especially added a bit of mana to his voice. Moreover, the turbulent sea water near Da Guangming Island has been suppressed, and it also shows a somewhat extraordinary scene.

……

The place where Ye Bai comprehended the law was not too far away from the Water Buddha Temple, and the suppressive force released by the ancient Qingdeng Buddha on the sea water went straight to the depths of the seabed.

When it reached the depths of the seabed, although it was already quite weak, for Ye Bai, who was comprehending the law of water and his mind was clear, he clearly felt the abnormality of the water flow, and opened his eyes suddenly.

"What's going on here? Why did the water flow slow down?"

Ye Bai's eyes flickered, and after saying something in his heart, he immediately spread out his spiritual sense and explored the past.After a while, Ye Bai saw the preaching on Da Guangming Island, especially the statue, and Ye Bai's eyes flashed when he saw it.

"This old guy. He's clever. He collects the power of faith through preaching..."

Ye Bai chuckled, and then showed some admiration and said: "But even so, it can be regarded as a meritorious deed. Compared with those evil cultivators, it is always much better. It's a pity that I have a quick temper. You are also obsessed with self-cultivation, you can't do this kind of thing... Well, senior brother is suitable, I don't know if he will do it?"

Ye Bai talked to himself.

Ever since Beidou Zuimeng came to ask him to leave the Hongzi futon, Ye Bai no longer practiced excessively, regarding things in the cultivation world.I also paid attention, knowing that because of the auction on the spot, the cultivation world has set off a search for the gods of luck, objects of faith, and the fountain of life.There are many rumors about the upsurge of going to this Great Thousand World Barrier.

Don't talk about anything else, let's just talk about the item of faith, the method of collecting faith.It was gradually spread, and I don't know how many influences it has.Start preaching among mortals.There are more and more things with strong or weak beliefs, but the problem is that no one knows.What is the use of such a thing.

As for the guy who was wearing a golden mask and was suspected to be a star master cultivator back then, there is no news, and no one has even found out his true identity.

With the passage of time, the enthusiasm of the big and small forces has disappeared, and there is not much to continue.

Ye Bai unfolded his consciousness, and after listening to it for a while, he saw that it was all low-level cultivation experience, so he ignored it, withdrew his consciousness, and continued to comprehend.

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Time continued to move forward, and more than a month passed.

The Qingdeng Ancient Buddha preached during the day, and answered the doubts of the juniors at night, but he did his best. The juniors admired him more and more, and regarded him as a teacher.

That night, after answering a junior's question, the Qingdeng Ancient Buddha took a sip of tea as if weary, and glanced away, noticing that the power of faith contained in his own Buddha statue behind him seemed to have strengthened again A few traces were extremely weak, and she couldn't help smiling and nodding in satisfaction.

What is the connection between the power of faith, the luck of the sect, and your own personal luck?

Qingdeng Gufo, a wise and shrewd old monk, began to think again.

Why, with the passage of time, he felt that the luck of the Water Buddha Temple was increasing, and he was enlightened by some invisible power of heaven and earth, and his understanding of Taoism became more and more subtle?

Taking advantage of the brief moment when no one asked questions, Qingdeng Ancient Buddha was also lost in thought.

"Could it be that...that mysterious monk collects objects of faith just to refine the gods of luck?"

The eyes of the Qingdeng Ancient Buddha lit up, and an incredible thought came to his mind, and immediately after the thought came out, he couldn't stop tumbling in his mind.

The first nine gods of luck between heaven and earth are all born from heaven and earth.

And the only tenth piece of refined luck fetish was refined by the legendary First Immortal Emperor by some means... And the time when the mysterious monk appeared was the last time. Not long after the reopening of the Immortal World...

"Could it be...that mysterious cultivator, from that opening of the fairy world, obtained the method of the first immortal emperor to refine the god of luck, and this method is related to the power of faith? That's why he was willing to spend such a big price , in exchange for something of faith?"

Qingdeng Ancient Buddha's mind became more and more open, and his eyes became brighter and brighter. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was the case. At the end, this old body trembled slightly, it was trembling of excitement.

The Qingdeng Ancient Buddha does not know how many monks have been able to break this secret, but certainly not too many, and these guys who know it will never spread it around.

In an instant, the heart of the Qingdeng Ancient Buddha was beating wildly, and a look of ecstasy bloomed in his eyes.

As long as this secret is broken, the direction will be found, and the next step is to refine the god of luck!

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"Senior, junior—"

When the Qingdeng Ancient Buddha was thinking happily, a voice came from not far away, interrupting his train of thought.

"What?"

Qingdeng Ancient Buddha was disturbed at this moment, raised his eyebrows immediately, and shouted angrily, directly interrupting what the other party was about to say.

With this sound, the terrifying coercion that belongs to the monks in the starry sky also enveloped the monks who came to listen to the sermon. , I don't know what to do.

After staring blankly for a few times, the Qingdeng Ancient Buddha woke up quickly, realized that he was still preaching, and knew that he had lost his composure, so he coughed dryly, withdrew his coercion, and returned to a compassionate and kind way: "Old man Monk Fangcai, thinking of an important matter, messed up his mind and lost his composure, everyone forgive me."

"Don't dare!"

Everyone said that they didn't dare, and their expressions eased.

"What do you want to ask?"

The Qingdeng Ancient Buddha asked in harmony.

The monk who spoke before expressed his doubts, and the Qingdeng Ancient Buddha answered patiently, and the field quickly returned to its previous state.

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In the blink of an eye, another month has passed.

For more than a month, the thing that Qingdeng Ancient Buddha regretted the most was that he set the preaching period to three months so long that even if he wanted to study the things of belief, he couldn't get away from it. Regret and depression.

On this day, it was still preaching, and it had already talked about the cultivation of the Nascent Soul Stage. Although the monks of Zhujindan didn't need it for the time being, they all took out jade slips and recorded what Qingdeng Ancient Buddha said.

When the sun was high in the sky, the voice of the Qingdeng Ancient Buddha stopped abruptly.

Everyone was startled and looked up.

I saw the Qingdeng Ancient Buddha's complexion slightly condensed, looking in the direction of the high place in the sky, his eyes were shining brightly.

After only a few breaths, the cultivators felt a coercion falling from the sky. This coercion was stronger than the time when the Qingdeng Ancient Buddha was inexplicably angry more than a month ago. The junior, with a violent shock, spewed out a mouthful of blood, and some even passed out directly.

Whoosh!

With a whistling of the wind, the ancient blue lamp Buddha flew into the sky above the crowd, and said towards the cloud high in the sky: "Fellow Daoist, come here, I don't know why you came to my Water Buddha Temple?"

Swish!

The big sleeve waved twice, and a layer of blue light appeared under the ancient Buddha of Qingdeng, like an umbrella, covering a group of junior monks.

"Little monk, under the order of the teacher, I came out to search for the objects of faith. I heard that your Water Buddha Temple has opened the gate of Purdue. Why don't you please sell some of the objects of faith in the temple to me."

A lazy voice came from high in the sky.It was a man's voice, although it was lazy and casual, it was obviously that the kind person does not come, and the person who comes is not kind.

And the ancient Buddha Qingdeng's eyes became sharp when he heard the other party's words. (to be continued~^~)