King's Landing in the Three Thousand Worlds

Chapter 40 Jingnian Temple (Happy New Year!)

"Unexpectedly, there is still a supreme master sitting in the Jingnian Temple." Zhang Dao felt a little surprised when he sensed the faintly distorted celestial phenomenon in the Jingnian Temple.

According to the information he sent to investigate, there should only be four holy monks sitting in the Jingnian Temple. These four old monks have been famous for a long time, and they are all masters.

"However, it's normal to not be able to find out that there is a supreme master sitting in Jingnian Temple. This supreme master is hiding very deeply. If I didn't come here in person, I'm afraid it would be difficult to detect the slightly distorted celestial phenomenon."

Zhang Daoyi guessed that this supreme master should have cultivated a method to hide his own aura, but although this method is useful, it is still difficult to hide in front of the same level of masters.

Especially in the realm of the supreme master, every move is full of heavenly power. If one can completely harmonize with the heaven and the earth without revealing the slightest breath, then one is a saint.

"I don't know what the layman is talking about?" At this moment, an old and powerful voice came from Zhang Daoyi's ear, like a wooden fish whispering, with a special charm.

"I heard that He's Bi was born, so I'm here to have a look!" Zhang Daoyi's voice appeared directly next to an old monk sweeping the floor in Jingnian Temple, and Zhang Daoyi locked his position the moment the old monk's voice appeared. .

"It's not time for He Shibi to be born, Layman, please come back!" The old monk was still sweeping his floor, but his voice clearly appeared in Zhang Daoyi's ear.

They are not talking with their mouths, but they are transmitting sound through the Tao tire. When King Kong is not bad, Zhang Daoyi has the effect of driving his will into other people's brains, which is similar to the effect of sound transmission for thousands of miles.

However, although the King Kong was not bad, although it could transmit sound for thousands of miles, it was difficult to transmit it too far, and Zhang Daoyi was powerless at a distance of more than a thousand meters. Now that the Dao Embryo is perfect, this ability has become even stronger.

The communication between Zhang Daoyi and the sweeping old monk didn't alarm anyone. There were people coming and going around Zhang Daoyi, but no one noticed the change here.

"If I insist on watching it!" Looking at the temple in front of him, Zhang Daoyi said lightly, without any fireworks in his voice.

"Then I can only ask the lay monks for advice!" The old monk put down the broom in his hand, and whispered the Buddha's name: "Amitabha!"

This sound is like a bell in the morning and a drum in the evening, which is shocking. It is the roar of a Buddhist lion.

Legend has it that when a monk encountered an evil tiger, the monk raised his name to the Buddha, and the tiger surrendered.

The Buddhist lion's roar is a spiritual martial art that can shake people's minds.

The Buddha's name of the old monk is like a big day traveling in the sky, carrying the general panic between heaven and earth. If the thoughts in the heart are not clear, they will be subdued by this Buddha's name.

However, Zhang Daoyi's state of mind has already reached the ultimate state of being invisible and formless, without any flaws.

To Zhang Daoyi, the old monk's moves were like a breeze blowing on his face, without much power.

"Why is that so, I just want to see what's amazing about He's Bi, and I don't want to grab it!" Zhang Daoyi shook his head and said, he walked slowly towards the gate of Jingnian Temple.

Of course, he just doesn't have the intention to seize it now. If He's Bi can help him break through the Supreme Dao Embryo, then he can't be blamed for being rude.

The Jingnian Temple was full of incense, and countless devout men and women came here to burn incense and worship Buddha every day. Zhang Daoyi came to the old monk unimpededly among the crowd who came to offer incense.

The old monk didn't ask anyone to stop Zhang Daoyi. Zhang Daoyi and him were in the same realm, and the gap between each realm was like a catastrophe. His apprentices and grandchildren combined were not enough for Zhang Daoyi to fight with one hand.

Along the way, magnificent palaces and huge bronze tripods all show the prosperity of the Jingnian Temple.

The copper tripods outside the palace are smoky and fragrant, coupled with the sound of bells from the temple, it makes this Buddhist temple look sacred and solemn.

A huge golden Buddha hangs down in the Daxiong Palace, like a real Buddha, not daring to look at all living beings. It can be seen that it is made by the master.

Under the Buddha, there are eighteen arhats serving him, in different shapes, with a vague charm.

Ordinary people may not be able to see the mystery, but Zhang Daoyi can see that the eighteen arhats are a set of martial arts, and if they are talented people, they may not be unable to realize a set of superior martial arts from it.

"This set of martial arts can be called Eighteen Arhats Boxing!"

Zhang Daoyi has already understood the true meaning of this set of martial arts, and now he has already reached the point where he knows everything about martial arts.

"The eighteen arhat statues should be made by eighteen supreme masters. This is also a formation!" Suddenly Zhang Daoyi saw something again, and the conclusion he came to shocked him.

"I just don't know whether these eighteen supreme masters are alive or dead now." Thoughts in his mind were spinning rapidly, and Zhang Daoyi made a decision in an instant, and the plan had to be changed slightly.

According to his understanding of Buddhism in this world, there is a sealing method in Buddhism, which allows the supreme master of Buddhism to seal himself before passing away, turn it into a foundation, and unseal it at a critical moment.

However, this method is not without restrictions. After the unblocking, the supreme master can't live for half a day, but this is also terrible.

With the accumulation of Buddhism for thousands of years, no one knows how many supreme masters in Buddhism have sealed themselves. If the Buddhism is forced to rush, and then a few old antiques jump out to die with him, although Zhang Daoyi is not afraid, he will definitely be extremely embarrassed .

Although the thoughts turned in his mind, Zhang Dao did not show the slightest abnormality. After visiting the Daxiong Palace, Zhang Daoyi decided to meet the old monk who had come out to stop him before.

"Amitabha! The poor monk's Dharma name is perfect, and he has met laymen!" The old monk saw Zhang Daoyi coming to recite the Buddha's name, and said plainly, and the broom in his hand did not stop, still sweeping it one after another, covered with dead leaves ground.

"I don't know the name of the layman?"

"My name is Zhang Daoyi!" Zhang Daoyi looked at the old monk's thin body with a trace of caution in his eyes.

"This is the Buddhist dry Zen method!" Zhang Daoyi made a judgment.

Under normal circumstances, the supreme master has a lifespan of [-] years, and his face is permanent, and he will not show signs of aging.

But the dry Zen method of Buddhism is to continuously accumulate the vitality in the body, making the fleshy skin look old, while Buddhist practice emphasizes the spirit and soul, and regards the fleshy body as a stinky skin, so it doesn't pay much attention to the appearance of the fleshy body.

Although this old monk seems to be aging, the vitality in his body is constantly accumulating like a volcano, which is usually not shown at all, but at critical moments, it will erupt like a volcano, erupting with infinite power.

The longer the method of withering the cicada is accumulated, the stronger the explosive power will be.

According to legend, thousands of years ago, there was a supreme master of Buddhism who practiced the method of dry cicada since he was a child, and it remained unchanged for hundreds of years. But after three moves, the Supreme Grandmaster just sat down.

(End of this chapter)