Ten Years of Buddhist Cultivation, One Thought into the Devil: the Beginning of Refining Leifeng Pag

　　"Tathagata, are the variables you mentioned related to Heavenly Court?"

　　There was a Buddha who couldn't stand it any longer and asked.

　　"Amitabha, since it is a variable, where can it be explained in a few words? At critical moments, seeing is believing."

　　The Tathagata is not so arbitrary.

　　After saying this, he turned his head and evoked the name of Guanyin again.

　　"Venerable Guanyin!"

　　"exist."

　　Guanyin bowed.

　　The Tathagata instructed, "The westward travel plan is related to the future of Buddhism. In order to ensure that nothing is lost, I would like to trouble you to go to the East in advance. Go to Liushahe and see what happened to the Rolling Shutters. Of course, The main point is to go to Jinshan Temple, see the person who took the scriptures, and make sure he is safe and sound."

　　"Yes, Guanyin understands."

　　Guanyin nodded slightly.

　　After saying this, he didn't dare to delay, his body turned into a streamer, and he galloped away in the direction of Dongtu.

　　……

　　On the Tathagata's side, he sent Guanyin to the Eastern Land to inquire about the situation at the same time.

　　Wuxin here, just walked out of the quicksand river and not far.

　　But someone blocked his way.

　　The other party was dressed in white and stood on the [-]-mile Quicksand River.

　　The sword is not sheathed.

　　However, Ling Ran's sword energy had already spread all over his body.

　　This time on the river.

　　Between being in a trance, it feels like there is a gap between you and the other party.

　　powerful!

　　This is definitely a rare powerhouse in the world!

　　Think about this.

　　The unintentional eyes narrowed slightly.

　　And at this moment, there is no waiting for him to speak.

　　On the other hand, the person coming from the opposite side raised his eyebrows, and he suddenly snorted coldly when he opened his mouth.

　　"I know who is here to tell right and wrong and disturb the secrets. It turns out that it is just a Buddhist cultivator in the Arhat realm."

　　"Monk, do you know an old saying called 'under the saints, all are ants'? With your current weak Daoism, you dare to intervene in the westward plan, are you really afraid... shattered?"

　　The Taoist paused slightly when he said the end.

　　In the void on all sides, countless sword lights condensed immediately.

　　In the blink of an eye, a fierce field was formed in the field, and Wuxin was trapped in it.

　　Wuxin and Nie Xiaoqian in the Buddha beads raised their heads together.

　　This time, I actually saw the flow of Chaos from this pattern.

　　"No, the strength of this Taoist is at least at the level of Da Luo Jinxian. This time, the mage is in danger!!"

　　Among the Buddha beads, Nie Xiaoqian's face instantly turned pale when she saw this.

　　The expression was vague, and there was some despair.

　　As for Wuxin, standing in the sword energy prison at this time, his expression was always calm.

　　Looking at the person coming from the other side, it's a lot of fun, I just quietly watch you pretending to be mean.

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Chapter 42

　　40. The poor road, the sky! 【For Huahua, For Collection~】

　　His expression was so calm.

　　Not to mention Nie Xiaoqian.

　　Even the Taoist who was blocking the road on the opposite side couldn't help but be slightly taken aback.

　　Looking at Wuxin's eyes again, it is inevitable to be a little more curious.

　　After a while, he finally opened his mouth and asked again.

　　"Do you know that with your current cultivation level, if the poor Dao only thinks a little, you must be dead without a burial?"

　　"know."

　　Nod indifferently.

　　The Taoist asked again.

　　"Then you're not afraid of me?"

　　"afraid."

　　The Taoist was even more puzzled, looking at Wuxin's side, his brows slightly raised.

　　"Since you know everything, why, today, the poor monk can't see the slightest fear in your eyes?"

　　Wuxin looked straight ahead, and was not disturbed by the sharp sword energy beside him.

　　Calmly replied, "Because you didn't really want to kill me."

　　"Ok?"

　　The Taoist was stunned.

　　Unintentionally watching, he continued to explain.

　　"The difference between a donor and a poor monk is like the difference between clouds and mud.

　　As the donor just said, if you want to kill me, it may really be as easy as killing an ant.

　　Just ask a person, if he really wanted to trample an ant to death, would he talk so much nonsense to him?

　　I think...it must not be.

　　Therefore, the poor monk was certain that the donor who blocked the path of the little monk this time did not really want to kill the poor monk. "

　　Unconcernedly calm.

　　And after saying this, the swordsman on the opposite side couldn't help but raised his head, haha ​​and laughed again.

　　When he opened his mouth again, it was even more interesting to say three times in a row.

　　"Yes, yes, your analysis by the monk is really reasonable and convincing. Pindao is not mistaken, you... Sure enough, you are a big variable in this westbound trip."

　　"The donor is too modest, and I still don't know the name of the donor."

　　Bend unintentionally.

　　In fact, in his heart, he was far less calm than it seemed on the surface.

　　At this time, he bowed and tentatively asked the name of the Taoist opposite.

　　Want to know what the other side is.

　　……

　　The Taoist guessed Wuxin's thoughts.

　　But after all, nothing was hidden.

　　With a slight smile, he said calmly.

　　"Poor Dao, Tongtian."

　　And it's better not to say the name.

　　As soon as he exited this time, Wuxin was also shocked, and said, "Tongtian? Tongtian sect master!?"

　　"It's been thousands of years. I didn't expect that in the human world, there are still people who remember this old man. However, Pindao is not the master of the sky, but the Taoist of the sky."

　　"Tongtian Daoist?" Wuxin.

　　"Tongtian sect master is Tongtian sect master, Tongtian Daoist is Tongtian Daoist." Tongtian Daoist explained.

　　"Just like Subhuti and the Daoist Zhunti back then??"

　　I listened involuntarily, thought of something inexplicably, and subconsciously asked.

　　"Oh? You actually know that Subhuti is the Dao Body of that fellow Zhunti?

　　Yes, you can think of Pindao as a clone of Tongtian sect master.As for the main body, it is still thirty-three days away, and I have heard the sermon. "

　　……

　　Did you hear it.

　　Wuxin listened, and there was a little change in his eyes.

　　Because anyone who understands the history of Fengshen is actually very clear in their hearts.

　　Tongtian now lives thirty-three days away and is called Listening to the Dao, but in reality it is no different from house arrest. ,

　　……

　　Thinking so, Wuxin glanced at Tongtian again.

　　Sure enough, at this moment, I could clearly see the depths of the eyes of this Taoist Tongtian, and there was a touch of unhappiness passing by.