Don't say my script is fake.

Invulnerable to all methods, as the name suggests, means that no magic can harm him.

This kind of people are born with special attack against magic. Whether they are strong or not is not important. What is important is that this is God's gift. As long as they practice, they will surely make rapid progress and rise straight up, which is beyond the reach of others.

Your magic is useless against me, and my magic can beat you 100%. What can you use to fight me?

And if it is invulnerable to all methods plus natural supernatural power.

WDNMD!

I will hit you with my head!

Natural supernatural power can use all kinds of magic at will, and it is born with knowledge.

Invulnerable to all kinds of magic for a moment, it is invincible.

These two talents are combined in one, which is equivalent to God smiling at you.

Practice, you practice, I beg you to practice.

Zi Nu could never have thought that there was such a genius in Jinshan Temple. What did those old bald donkeys think? Why don't they let him practice!

If you let him practice, he might have reached the ninth level of the Tao!

What kind of high monk is this? He is obviously a blind old man!

This is a beautiful jade!

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Character: Fazang.

Cultivation: Half-step into Taoism (fake).

Magical weapon: None.

Talent: Born with supernatural powers, invulnerable to all kinds of magic.

Bai Mu wants to make a big show in Nanzhou, so he needs to give Fazang a strong back-up.

His arrangement in Nangong Mansion was very successful. Nangong Mansion now completely believes that they are descendants of the Nangong clan 200,000 years ago, and Baoer is the only descendant of the main line. At the same time, a war took place 200,000 years ago, causing history to be completely buried.

Even Yaochitai believes this. In order to ensure the safety of the heir, Yuntai Fairy has been stationed in Nangong Mansion.

But even though such a big event has been reported to the world of cultivation, they only know that the Si family exists. Few people know that the Si family was a big clan 200,000 years ago, or that the war took place 200,000 years ago.

Nangong Mansion kept the news secret too tightly.

This made Bai very dissatisfied.

You believed the script of the battle between the Si family and the people 200,000 years ago, and Bai was very happy, but you kept the news secret from the people in the cultivation world, and Bai was very unhappy.

So, Bai was going to make a big show in Nanzhou, the kind that you could no longer hide.

This big show was roughly to announce the return of the ancient times, so that you, the little bastards of the new era, could feel the power of the ancient times.

The white snake broke the seal, and Nanzhou was devastated, how pleasant to hear.

But in order to prevent the character he made from being too fierce and not being able to end up, Baimu gave Fazang a super plug-in.

Wanfa is not occupied, natural supernatural powers, plus the strength of pseudo-half-step into the Tao - give Nanzhou a little Buddhist shock!

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"Donor Zi Nu, please let me go."

Fazang requested, and Zi Nu couldn't help but stop.

She was silent for a long time, her mouth moved slightly, wanting to say something, but she swallowed it in the end.

Although the contact time was short, she could clearly feel that Fazang was kind-hearted, with a heart of a bodhisattva and a fierce look of a vajra.

Those ordinary mortals who were just like this to her and whose life and death were all fate were extremely important to Fazang.

She actually didn't quite understand why Fazang cared about those mortals.

Buddhist practice emphasizes the word "fate". Ordinary mortals live here, that is their fate. Why do they have to do things that are impossible for them?

Even the bald donkeys in the Western Buddhist Land have never cared about those mortals so much.

She didn't understand, but she respected.

She sighed and made way.

"Thank you."

Fazang thanked him and left step by step.

He didn't use the shrinking technique, but just walked forward step by step.

He walked from the Golden Crow East Rising to the Golden Crow West Falling, and walked for a whole day.

During this period, he didn't see anyone or a village.

Eat wild fruits when hungry and drink spring water when thirsty.

It was not until the moon was on the branches that he saw the first village.

This was the first village he saw after leaving Lingyue City.

The moonlight was quiet, the jungle was dim, there was no fire in the village, and it was as quiet as a dead place.

He walked in quietly.

The ground was black.

The dark brown soil was full of blood.

Black?

No, it was not black.

It was blood.

Dried blood.

Many houses in the village were destroyed.

Some collapsed completely, some doors were destroyed, and the inside was in chaos.

It was judged by the naked eye that this place had suffered a destruction.

He closed his eyes and put his hands together. For some reason, he seemed to hear the wailing in his ears and the rising of flames.

Although he closed his eyes, he saw the appearance of killing.

A group of people broke in here. They kicked open the doors of the villagers rudely, grabbed them and tortured them without hesitation, drained their blood, cut off their noses, dug out their eyes, and wailed and suffered.

Every sound and every sentence was heart-wrenching pain.

During this period, the dead included women, children, and the elderly.

There were 53 households in the village, with a total of 127 people, and none survived.

Fazang bowed his head.

“Amitabha.”

He did not build a tomb for the people here, because he had already buried everyone.

Now all he could do was to recite the Rebirth Sutra again.

——This village was one of the villages that the Lu family massacred.

There are many villages like this.

He stayed here until the daytime of the next day.

When the light of dawn shone on the land, he slowly left.

Then, he walked through every village around.

He recited the Sutra of Rebirth there and accompanied the dead souls there for a night.

One day, two days, three days. He did not see a living person.

All dead.

It was not until the fifteenth day that he saw a village with people.

Walking into it, every villager was doing what they should do.

Men farmed and women wove, working hard, and children helped their parents to reduce the burden.

This should be a peaceful and warm village.

But it was not right. It was not right at all.

Fazang had never seen a smile on their faces.

Everyone moved numbly, ignoring him as an outsider.

They seemed to be alive, but also seemed to be dead.

Fazang did not know what to say, so he had to remain silent for a moment, and then went to call the villagers.

He said that it was not safe here, and dangerous people tried to hurt them, so they should leave here quickly.

But no one paid attention.

Everyone treated him as transparent, and no one stopped to react.

It was as if he didn't exist.

He didn't understand why it was so, but he couldn't stop. He said it again and again, without getting tired.

From dawn to dusk, the villagers had returned to their houses to rest, and he was the only one standing on the road in the village, all alone.

He pursed his lips and clasped his hands together.

"Everyone, please listen to what I have to say, please."

"Little monk, give up, they won't listen to you, the guys here are actually no different from dead"

Fazang looked back, and in the dim moonlight, the old man at the head of the village was leaning against a big tree, fanning himself with a five-color fan.

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