Great Dao Ji

Eighteen years seemed like a dream.

Zhang Longfu thought so.

He lived for tens of thousands of years in his previous life, but except for the first few decades of his first half of life, he was like a mouse in the shadows for tens of thousands of years, and could hardly see the sun.

He felt so dreamy and incredible every day after his new life.

"Is it really a coincidence that the ancestor made me reincarnate here?"

Glancing at the white silk skirt on his body, Zhang Longfu's eyelids trembled. Although he didn't care about the appearance, it was still a bit inconsistent.

Thinking in his heart, she walked out of the door. In this life, her name is Qiao Ci'er.

In the Fengshen Pavilion, the four seasons are like spring, the grass and trees are green, and the flowers never wither in all seasons. However, this is not the creation of magical powers or formations, but it started from the time their family moved in.

In the quiet courtyard, a small man with dry yellow hair and a skinny body squatted under a worry-free tree, and two servants stood beside him.

Seeing their beautiful young lady, the two men's breathing stagnated slightly, and they lowered their heads and called "young lady".

"When did my little brother come to my courtyard?"

Qiao Ci'er asked.

"On the day when the young lady was in seclusion, the young master came to the courtyard and stayed there for more than 20 days."

The two servants reported the truth.

"Thank you for taking care of him."

After sending the two servants away, Qiao Ci'er looked at her little brother with a gentle look.

She was lonely all her life in her previous life, and now she has a family, she feels satisfied, which makes her happier than improving her cultivation.

At first, she only felt that her little brother was a great supernatural being who had experienced calamity and reincarnation, and she was very cautious, but as the days passed, she found something wrong.

Her little brother, like a Buddhist monk, did not speak every day, was not proficient in literature or martial arts, and did not practice.

Whether she showed him cultivation books or taught him skills through the method of heart-to-heart communication, she never saw any trace of cultivation in him.

The news that the first disciple of Hongxuan Taoist, the Qiao family of Fengshen Pavilion, had a mentally retarded child also spread like wildfire, and it was no secret among the upper class of the imperial capital.

Countless people laughed secretly.

Qiao Ci'er would not care about the rumors from the outside world, because she knew that he had recited Buddhist words when he was born.

"Dharma, what are you doing?"

Looking at her dazed brother, Qiao Ci'er sighed in her heart, stroked his yellow hair, and asked softly.

Qiao Ci'er, who did not expect to get a response, was suddenly dazed, because after 18 years, she heard the familiar voice again:

"Watching ants."

"Oh, huh?!"

Qiao Ci'er, who responded subconsciously, was shocked: "Little, little brother, you spoke?"

"Then why didn't you speak before?"

Qiao Ci'er was surprised and happy.

"If you don't want to say it, don't say it."

The yellow-haired boy under the Worry-Free Tree did not look up, but still looked at the ground.

Qiao Ci'er followed his gaze and saw a group of ants moving at the root of the Worry-Free Tree. She joked, "Why are you talking now?"

"I said it when I wanted to."

The boy didn't look up yet. He casually replied and pointed to the tree and said, "Sister, look, there's an ant that committed suicide."

"Committed suicide?"

Qiao Ci'er wanted to laugh. What's so special about an ant committing suicide?

But she immediately stopped smiling and asked, "Little brother, why would you care about an ant committing suicide?"

"Sister is wise and kind to others, which is the best among all people, but she would not care about the life or death of an ant"

Under the Worry-free Tree, the boy shook off the mud and sand on his hands, stood up, looked up, and looked at his sister who was a head taller than him with a pair of bright eyes:

"How could the gods and Buddhas above care about a human child, whether he is a mute?"

"Hmm?"

Qiao Ci'er was slightly startled, and felt that there seemed to be a deep meaning in the little brother's words, but then her heart tightened again: "What gods and Buddhas? Where are they?"

Qiao Mo Ke smiled and shook his head, without answering, but just said: "Sister, are you curious, little brother has been muddle-headed for 18 years, like a fool, even if mother passes on the power with the mind, it can't leave a trace in my heart?"

"Why?"

Looking at her brother's bright eyes, Qiao Ci'er frowned slightly, and she also had doubts about this matter.

The power of the mind is not the ordinary sense of the power inheritance.

Instead, they pass on their own cultivation methods and supernatural powers to others in this way. Regardless of whether the person has cultivation or not, they will definitely learn this method and supernatural power. As a price, the person who passes on the method will completely lose this method and supernatural power.

However, when Xi Yingqing passed on the Dharma to Gautama, he lost the method and supernatural power, but Gautama did not have any trace of cultivation at all.

It was because of this that the couple panicked.

"Because for eighteen years, I have been practicing, practicing an extremely complicated "method."

Gautama said, holding his sister's palm, using his fingers as a pen, sketching.

"This is."

Invisible strange power entered the body, Qiao Ci'er looked at her palm, but her pupils shrank violently: "This is, Tai Chi diagram?!"

She was horrified in her heart. This scroll looked very much like the Tai Chi diagram she had seen when she was studying in the Tianshi Mansion in her previous life.

But Gautama shook his head and pointed at her palm again.

The next moment, Qiao Ci'er felt the Tai Chi diagram on her palm spinning at high speed, and the Yin and Yang fish were connected to each other in the high-speed rotation.

In a trance, Qiao Ci'er felt a golden light in front of her eyes. In the golden light, the Tai Chi diagram had disappeared, and in its place, there was a rune she had never seen before.

'swastika'!

This is

When Qiao Ci'er was in a trance, Xi Yingqing stepped into the courtyard and glanced at the two silent siblings. Without thinking much, she waved and said, "Ci'er, bring your brother out."

".yes."

Qiao Ci'er slowly came back to her senses. She was about to say something, but her sleeve was pulled by Gautama. Her heart moved and she nodded in agreement.

The two siblings had a tacit understanding and followed the thoughtful Xi Yingqing to the outer courtyard.

But they all looked at the only stranger in the courtyard.

It was an extremely handsome young monk wearing a red cassock. At this moment, the monk looked at the two siblings as if he had seen a ghost.

The whole person staggered and took three or four steps back before regaining his balance.

"Why are there two?"

Hongtong's heart was shaken and he was in disbelief.

Tens of thousands of years ago, the old Buddha woke up from his dream. After killing all the Sumeru Buddhas, he once frowned and said bluntly that in the future, there would be a 'Supreme Enlightened One' who would inherit the ancient fate of Buddhism. World.

It is both calamity and luck.

It seems to be related to the Buddha's enlightenment, and what he reflects should be born in this world.

But at this time, his divine will reached its limit.

But I only saw two rays of wisdom in front of me, like wolf smoke, like a reverse waterfall, rushing straight towards the bullfighting. At a glance, how can I tell the difference between high and low, strong and weak?

"How could this be?"

Looking at the two siblings, even though Hongtong was still calm, he was also a little confused for a moment.

How come there are two?

Who is the ‘Supreme Awakened One’?

"This monk"

When Hongtong looked at the two of them, the two siblings were also looking at the strange monk. Gautama looked dull, but Qiao Ci'er was shocked.

She was reincarnated into the Qiao family. Although she had no magic power from her previous life, she still had memories. By chance, she even built the 'Eight Formations of Gods and Ghosts' that could not be entered in her previous life.

At this time, her realm may not be high, but her vision is extremely high. She could tell at a glance that this monk's Buddha light was perfect and gave her a great sense of danger. He must be a person with great supernatural powers.

The reason why she was surprised was because she recalled that her little brother suddenly spoke.

Could this monk be the ‘divine Buddha’ that the younger brother calls him?

"master?"

Xi Yingqing frowned.

Qiao Moke's heart was also tense, but he was mixed with surprise and doubt: "Master is pretending to be astonishing, is he trying to please others by grandstanding?"

He was surprised and doubtful, but he only thought that the monk did it on purpose. He did not believe that this unfathomable monk would be shocked by his children.

"No, no."

Hongtong calmed down his turbulent mind and regained his composure. He clasped his hands and said, "Is this young monk a grandstanding person? I am really shocked by the wisdom of the pavilion master's children."

Shocked in his heart, Hongtong temporarily suppressed other thoughts.

He didn't believe that there would be any mistakes in "Zhuzhao", nor did he believe that there were two "Supreme Awakened Ones". He just felt that there must be some deviation.

"oh?"

Qiao Moko was noncommittal.

"Little monk!"

Liu Dayan was not as polite as him, and said loudly: "You said you can solve my family's problems, but you tell me how to solve it?"

"Big Toad must not be rude to Master!"

Xi Yingqing scolded lightly, stepped forward and saluted, and said: "Master, since you know that we are suffering from heart problems, do you know of any good way to cure it?"

Xi Yingqing was also wary, but this great monk was recommended by someone she was very new to, so she still had some hope in her heart.

Without him, her son's silence for more than ten years has really become her heartache.

"Your noble son's wisdom is as bright as a torch, and it can still be seen in the daytime. He must be a person with deep roots of wisdom. He should be free from all diseases and be blessed with good luck in times of adversity."

The red boy lowered his eyebrows, no longer looking at the pair of siblings, and said softly: "At this time, the young monk has an idea, but we still need to observe a little or two, so that we can make a conclusion."

Red Boy's heart is bright.

Buddha is powerful and invincible. If Buddhist luck is to be transformed into a calamity, it will never be divided into two. He has absolute confidence in this.

At this time, he couldn't tell, maybe it was the Buddhist spirit of luck that was deliberately concealing it.

Buddhism is the great road of the world, and it is the gathering of eternal destiny. How does it exist? No illness or pain can exist!

But the more unusual it was, the more he understood it.

"in this way."

Xi Yingqing felt a little disappointed, but she still nodded, called the attendant, and said: "Master, please stay in the pavilion for a while. If you need it, just ask."

"It seems"

Qiao Moke frowned slightly, feeling that something was wrong, but when he saw his wife glance at him coldly, he immediately closed his mouth.

"In this case, the young monk will disturb you."

The red boy bowed together and glanced at the pair of siblings from the corner of his eyes, with a sneer in his heart.

‘If you were an ordinary person, you would only think that the girl’s Buddhist destiny appeared deliberately to protect the truly enlightened beings and prevent disasters. But am I an ordinary person? ’

‘That girl is the Supreme Enlightenment! ’

The heart-red boy followed the attendants to the outside of the courtyard, but he had some thoughts in his heart.

Although he had an idea in his mind, whether it was true or not couldn't be purely guesswork, it had to be confirmed.

After all, he only has one of the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree Great Divine Power Seed.

If you are entrusted to someone else.