Fortune Teller

"Zangxiang Temple, you must accept this gift well." Gu Xiuyun whispered in his heart.

He just taught some Taoism.

Besides, the evaluation of the origin of water and fire was first proposed by Patriarch Zangchen, and Gu Xiuyun was just following the trend.

On the surface, there is nothing wrong with Zen Buddhism.

But the impact of this matter is so far-reaching and the consequences are so serious that even the Tibetan Prime Minister Temple is shaking. The fusion of mystery is like a bottle of sweet venom. Once opened, it is difficult to close.

How many of the millions of Douxiao disciples would resist practicing?

Those disciples who did not participate in the incense meeting, after learning about this matter, who could restrain themselves from asking?

Indeed, 99% of disciples know very well that they do not have the ability to integrate the mystical, but who doesn't want to give it a try?

The atmosphere over the sea is a bit heavy.

The ninth-grade ancestors all came to their senses one after another, their expressions changing, and they didn’t know what they were thinking.

Almost all the masters of True Intention are immersed in practice. Gu Xiuyun talked about the fusion mysteries and fusion rules without any concealment. It is of great benefit to True Intention. If they can understand the secrets, they can also fuse the rules before the ninth level and become in the future. His Holiness’s hope is at least 10%.

Of course, this is just a theory.

There may not be one in the entire Moro Realm that can truly do this.

"I think that Patriarch Bujie and Patriarch Qingyang have their own merits. They are equal in terms of Taoism and Dharma. As for Buddhist texts and Zen secrets, we have to look at Taoist friend Zangchen." Gu Xiuyun said with a smile.

"Thank you, fellow Taoist Xianyun."

Patriarch Zangchen gritted his teeth and suppressed the anger in his heart.

Those present were all disciples who were above Xuanxuan. It was impossible to erase their memories and impose a ban. As for the blood contract, no one could bear such a high price.

Millions of disciples!

They are all at Naixuan level and above, so no matter how much blood contract is needed, searching the entire Moro Realm will not be able to come up with that much.

What's more, there are a group of eighth-grade powerful people present. These people are bound to understand the rules of fusion. As long as one person spreads it, it will leave a big problem.

"Did you see Zangchen's face?"

A ninth-level demon emperor from the temple secretly transmitted a message, "Grandmaster Xianyun is really ruthless. He can only retreat with one move to advance. It's hard to say that he has deceived the Tibetan Xiang Temple."

"Anyway, it has nothing to do with us. The trouble was caused by the Zangxiang Temple, and it must be solved by them. I have listened to a lot of Taoism today, and the harvest is not bad."

"That's how mysterious the fusion rules are. It's rare to hear such a complete description. It's really a great opportunity."

The founders of the surrounding forces are making fun of each other with every word they say and look at me.

Whether Douxiao Realm disciples can break through, what does it have to do with them?

Anyway, the disaster was caused by the Zangxiang Temple. There was a gap in the true artistic conception. The sages also blamed the Zangxiang Temple. Maybe then, they could take the opportunity to blackmail him!

The ancestors looked at each other with expressions that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

…

In the following days, Patriarch Zangchen no longer dared to let Gu Xiuyun speak during the discussion among the Ninth Grade, for fear of being tricked by him again.

The powerful ancestors who were watching the battle were a little disappointed.

The first round of discussion lasted for half a month, and in the end, the Shingon Temple was completely defeated.

Fifteen Patriarchs took turns to take part in the battle. Most of the discussions between them were superficial, but when faced with the incomprehensible host, every question was extremely sharp. He was so overwhelmed that his face turned pale and he almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

Seeing this, Patriarch Zangchen breathed a sigh of relief.

No matter what, Jingon Temple is destined to lose its status as an ancient temple and be downgraded to an underground temple. The Lord's mission can finally be completed.

At the same time, densely packed corpses gathered in the surrounding waters, which were suppressed by various forces and trapped within a million miles.

"The next round will be a battle between true artistic conceptions!"

Gu Xiuyun glanced in the direction of Zhenyan Temple. Fourteen powerful men were sitting cross-legged with solemn expressions. The aura in the leader of the silent monk was pure and strong. Between his eyes opening and closing, a divine light could be vaguely seen.

After six years of hard training, combined with the secret realm of time and space and the treasure of cultivation, his Taoist realm and secret skills have made great progress.

The monk Shou Xin sat at the outermost corner, dressed simply and with a calm expression.

"According to the rules, the power of true artistic conception is divided by age..." Patriarch Zangchen said loudly, "Who are there who have practiced for more than 30,000 years?"

"Qinggu, a disciple of Qingquan Temple, has met Master Zangchen." Under the door of Qingquan Temple, a slightly older-looking Zhenyijingmeng stepped out. "

"The disciples of Zhenyan Temple don't say anything, but they have met Master Zangchen."

Without saying a word, the monk also walked out.

There are very few practitioners in the Zen sect who are more than 30,000 years old. After all, the life span of ordinary eighth-level practitioners is 20,000 years. Everyone who can live to 30,000 years has taken the magic longevity medicine.

Miraculous medicines are rare, and those who are qualified to take them are the elites of Zen Buddhism.

Not to mention the monk and the Qinggu monk, the Taoist realm has already reached the peak of the eighth level, and is only one step away from the original rules. The competition between the two is more about the use of secret techniques.

After the two of them, seven more powerful men stepped out. Among the sixteen ancient temples, there were only nine strong men who had practiced for more than 30,000 years.

It can be seen from this that Jingon Temple is not weak among ancient temples. If Zangxiang Temple had not deliberately suppressed it, it would not have been ranked last every time.

"You should be very clear about the rules of the Dharma Incense Association. Each person is responsible for an area of ​​the sea. The more corpses he kills, the stronger he will be, and the sect will allocate more training resources. Go ahead!"

Patriarch Zangchen waved his hand.

The nine powerful men walked towards the edge of the sea area. The millions of miles of ocean had been completely blocked by the psychic Inferi. If all the forces had not joined forces, these Inferi would have rushed in long ago.

Whoosh!

Without saying a word, the monk took a single step and crossed thousands of miles, rushing directly to the front of the Yin Corpse, and pressed down the Zen staff in his hand.

There was a violent collision.

A large number of the psychic Inferi on the sea died.

At the same time, the powerful Inferi hidden underneath emerged from the water and rushed toward the bald monk with a roar.

The sea of ​​​​the past has accumulated hundreds of millions of years of Yin evil death energy. Even if it is not as good as the Styx of life and death, it is not far behind. Every thousand years, a large number of Yin corpses are born, and even the peak of the ninth level appears.

"Compared to a thousand years ago, Buyan's strength has improved a lot, his Taoist methods are close to perfection, and it is possible to break through the bottleneck at any time."

Looking at the fighting on the sea, the founder of Qingquan Temple looked slightly condensed.

As a sworn enemy, he knew the Shingon Temple far better than other temples. A thousand years ago, although the Taoist secrets of the Buddhist monks were powerful, they were not perfect.

Of course, just because the ninth-grade Patriarch can see the problem does not mean that he can point it out to the other person. There is an essential difference between the two.

"Grandmaster Xianyun's Taoism is profound, and only he can spot the unspoken flaws." Another Patriarch said.

"It goes without saying that he is extremely talented. He is the most powerful eighth-level player in Zhenyan Temple. Even if he is allowed to win back a victory, it will not change Zhenyan Temple's defeat."

"In just six years, I don't believe that every eighth grade can advance by leaps and bounds, especially in competitions under 15,000 years old. The only things that Zhengon Temple can offer are Shou Kong and Shou Jie. If Shou Jie didn't come, it should be To join the battle in the air, this person’s talent is limited and his Taoist heart is weak, making it difficult for him to make any progress.”

"In addition to observing the sky and observing the precepts, there are also monks who guard the heart." Patriarch Jixuanshan reminded.

"he?"

Patriarch Qing Yang sneered, "Ever since he understood the true meaning of the rules, this person has been imprisoned in the ancient pagoda. He has no place of cultivation, no Taoist books, and no magical medicines. Thousands of years of suppression have long since been abolished. "

"That makes sense."

The ancestors nodded slightly.

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PS: These chapters are quite bland, but to be honest, they are much more difficult to write than mindless fighting.

The plan of the Tibetan Prime Minister's Temple, Gu Xiuyun's counterattack, and hearing the thunder in the silent place all made the opponent dumb and eat coptis...

It killed a lot of the author's brain cells.