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"Boom!"

The thought force hit the head of the big bald head, and the big bald head fainted instantly, and fell to the ground with a thump. It was so big, there was a whining sound from his mouth, and his eyes were full of horror. .

"Where did the little monk come from, dare to disturb my rest?"

A deep voice sounded from the big rock, and immediately, the little bald head felt that the power over him disappeared, and the little bald head immediately sat down on the ground, looking at the big rock in horror, thinking His legs were too weak to run away.

"He, where is the evildoer? How dare you pretend to be a ghost in the holy place of Buddhism, why don't you show up soon?" The little bald man picked up a stone from the side and threw it directly at the place where the sound came from.

However, what frightened him even more was that the stone he threw was suspended in mid-air without any support, as if the stone had turned into a spirit, and the little bald head kept shrinking back, just like that. At this time, a pair of invisible big hands pulled him back.

"Little monk, what's your name?" A steady voice came from the void.

"Little monk, little monk will win. You, who are you?" The little bald man's voice was trembling, and it could be seen that he was terrified in the face of the unknown.

Must win?With this name, Chen Dasheng couldn't help laughing. He thought his name was enough, but he didn't expect this little monk to be even more famous.

"Who is this seat, who do you say is this seat?"

The voice in the void came again, the little bald head trembled all over, and stammered. "Little monk, I don't know who you are, are you a human or a ghost? You should leave quickly, or you will wake up master, uncle and the others, and you will not be able to leave!"

"Hehe, your master and uncle will call you patriarch when they see me. A group of juniors, how dare they bully their master and destroy their ancestors?"

"Patriarch? You, who are you?" The little bald man was taken aback, trembling.

"This seat Shakyamuni!"

"Patriarch Sakyamuni? How is it possible? Patriarch Sakyamuni died ten thousand years ago!" Although the little bald head was young, he was not a fool, and he still had basic common sense.

"Although the Buddha body of this seat has been transformed, the soul is still there. This seat is the body of the Martial Venerable. Does it mean that you can sit and transform when you sit?"

The little bald head froze for a moment.Some couldn't believe their ears, and it took a while to come back to their senses, "You, are you really Patriarch Sakyamuni?"

"Believe it or not is up to you."

"Little monk, go and call Lord Buddha!" ​​The little bald man smacked his mouth, patted his buttocks and stood up, about to run away in a hurry.

"stop!"

The voice in the void called the little bald head to stop, and the little bald head stopped immediately.He looked suspiciously towards where the sound came from.

"My presence this time is only to find someone who is destined. I will inherit the mantle of my Dharma. I think you are good, so I don't need to alarm others."

"Me? Inherit the mantle?"

The little bald head had an unbelievable expression on his face. Patriarch Sakyamuni wants to let himself inherit his mantle. Patriarch Sakyamuni is no longer just the Lord of Buddha.It's a Buddha-level figure. Is this the smoke from the ancestral grave?

The little bald head is only ten years old, just the right age to be fooled, but he was a little suspicious at first, and then slowly let go of his guard.I thought I was really hit by a pie falling from the sky.

"You only need to inherit one-tenth of the skill of this seat, and you can cross the twelve continents. It is difficult to find an opponent. What's the matter? Little monk, it seems that you don't want to?"

"Ah? No, the disciple is willing, the disciple is willing, the disciple will win, and pay homage to the patriarch." The little bald head came back to his senses, and fell to his knees on the ground with a plop.

At this time, a smile appeared on the corner of Chen Dasheng's mouth, "That's good, I will ask you first, do you know where my relic is?"

"Relic?" The little bald head was taken aback for a moment, and then he said without hesitation, "It is enshrined in the Buddha bone pagoda, Patriarch, what are you doing here?"

"It's nothing, after I pass on your magical skills, you must find a relic to hide, otherwise your soul will perish and you will never be reborn. Do you know where the stupa is?" Chen Dasheng asked.

When the little bald head heard that it was so serious, he quickly pointed Chen Dasheng in the direction, and said, "There are divine soldiers guarding the Buddha bone pagoda. Master, disciples can go to the Lord Buddha and ask the Lord Buddha to take out the relic and give it to the ancestor."

"No, today's matter, only you know and I know, don't tell anyone!" Chen Dasheng said sternly.

"Why, why?" The little bald head was very puzzled. Since it was the manifestation of the Buddha, why didn't he want to let other people in the temple know?

"You don't need to know why, just do it, now, come here!" Chen Dasheng said.

"what?"

The little bald head was stunned for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, he knew that the Buddha was going to pass on his skills to him. He was very excited, and slowly walked to the big rock and knelt down. If he got the inheritance of the Buddha, how could he Haven't you become a disciple of the Buddha?In this seniority, who can be higher than himself?

Just when the little bald head was thinking wildly, a big warm hand pressed on his bald head, and immediately, a powerful force poured down and flowed into his body.

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"Patriarch, are you still there?"

After a while, the little bald head woke up from the samadhi, looked at the empty surroundings, and couldn't help calling out tentatively.

"woke up?"

The familiar voice came again, the little bald head heaved a sigh of relief, and nodded towards the source of the voice.

"You have now passed on the supreme Buddhist skill 'Spiritual Consciousness and Mind Power**', and you will practice better in the future. Remember, you are absolutely not allowed to mention today's matter to anyone, otherwise, I will definitely not forgive you." Chen Dasheng road.

"Yes, the disciple respectfully obeys the Buddha's decree!"

The little bald head immediately knelt down on the ground, a white ball of light floated in his mind, that was the power of thought that only high-level Buddhist cultivators could have, the little bald head was extremely excited, there is no doubt that this skill must be a Buddhist orthodox The kung fu method is definitely not a kung fu, and the kung fu has been raised to the early stage of Wu Zong. At this moment, the little bald head has already determined that this person who only hears his voice but does not see him is Sakyamuni Buddha.

"Just remember, this seat is leaving, you are good at cultivation, in the future, maybe you and I will meet again." Chen Dasheng said.

"Patriarch, where are you going? Are you going to the Buddha Bone Pagoda?"

"Patriarch? Patriarch?"

No matter how the little monk yelled, there was no echo, and he probably left. The little bald head sat cross-legged on the ground, checking the changes in his body, completely forgetting that there was a fainted person next to him.

This experience was really bizarre. It was unbelievable that I had the chance to meet Shakyamuni, the Buddha Lord who had already sat down ten thousand years ago. He almost thought that he was dreaming. I don't know what kind of magical skill it is, but since it was handed down by the ancestor, it must not be too weak.

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Following the path pointed out by the little bald head, Chen Dasheng quietly went to the back of Tianling Mountain. The reason why he looked for the little bald head was because the little bald head was young and easy to fool around. The rhetoric has long been exposed.

The power of spiritual consciousness and mind power is the esoteric Buddhist practice. The Buddhism in the three continents of the Buddha is all Zen. Of course, there will be no tantric exercises. Shhh, just pointing the way, and you have changed your own Buddhist skills. This business, the little bald head can make a lot of money.

Maybe it was because he felt that the little monk must win was destined, but Chen Dasheng didn't feel that he was losing money, and if the Buddhist skills were introduced to Buddhism, it would be regarded as returning to the original source.

Under the cover of night, a sneaky figure slowly went to the back mountain. Fanyin Temple is different from other sects. There are monks in the temple. They have nothing to do. They all practice meditation in the house and rarely come out. Chen Dasheng's kung fu is profound, his lightness kungfu is good, he walked carefully all the way, no one noticed that there was an unexpected visitor in this temple.

There is a grove of locust trees in the back mountain, and a canyon can be seen in front of it. With the moonlight, a tower tip can be seen in the valley. With a sweep of consciousness, there is a tall tower in the valley, which must be the destination of this trip. . )