Feng Shui: Opening Secret Nine Money Raising Corpse Caves

The number of people watching the live broadcast has soared sharply, and the server of Fulongguan has started to smoke again.

"Let the TV station share the traffic, shit, these foreign servers are just unreliable... next time we will use our own servers."

The data room of Fulong Temple is now getting bigger and bigger, in order to cope with the huge traffic of Lin Hui every time he broadcasts live.

Although the anchor this time is Yan Zhenzhen, Yan Zhenzhen's traffic is not comparable to any celebrity internet celebrity.

"Master, I'm going to use the Tiangang Sword this time. Is it dangerous? How about I run farther away?"

Su Dingfang's words made Lin Hui almost let out the aura in his mouth.

Ignoring this idiot, he wiped his finger on the Tiangang sword, and it was bloodletting again...

With the essence and blood of the mobile phone, he drew a talisman in the air, and then patted it on the prepared Bayeux scripture.

I saw that the entire stone carving carrying the Bayeux Sutra was smashed into pieces.

The heart of the leader of the scenic spot who was watching the live broadcast outside was broken by Lin Hui. This is a cultural relic of thousands of years.

But that Xu Mi didn't feel a pity at all, his eyes almost glowed when he looked at the leaves floating in the air.

In the live broadcast room, the water friends who saw Lin Hui's actions again stopped sending barrage, and stretched their heads closer, trying to see Lin Hui's first action clearly.

Especially for those practitioners who are already on their way, every movement and mantra of Lin Hui may be a breakthrough opportunity for them.

When all the Bayeux Sutras were floating in the air not high above the ground, Lin Hui shouted and threw the Tiangang Sword.

"Heaven and earth have spirits, and mountains and rivers have nature. Thousands of years of scriptures show the true spirit, start!!!"

I saw the path of the Tiangang sword falling from the height, and inserted straight into the head of the blood talisman drawn by Lin Hui just now.

With a "boom", the whole blood talisman began to burn.

The leaves carrying the scriptures seemed to have recovered their original nutrition, and quickly changed from yellow to emerald green in the eyes of everyone.

When all the leaves are completely green, a majestic and peaceful atmosphere spreads out from this secret room.

Big Wild Goose Pagoda, Xicheng District, Chang'an City, the whole of Chang'an...

This is a kind of atmosphere that makes people calm down, and it makes people feel that everything is quiet and peaceful.

For a moment, the whole of Chang'an felt as if someone had pressed the pause button. People in Chang'an city put down their work, folded their palms together toward the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, and murmured: Amitabha.

Even the audience watching the live broadcast can see this breath from the screen, which seems to heal the hearts of every Chang'an person, and what they hear in their ears is a grand but incomprehensible Buddha's breath. language.

Just when everyone thought this miracle was over, a scene appeared in the sky above the Bayeux.

I saw that the city tower is old and full of tourists.

Swordsmen, merchants, camels, silk...

This is obviously the scene of the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

The scene turned and came to a sparsely populated ancient street. An old man was touching a dying linden tree, saying something in his mouth, and there was a sense of pity for life in his eyes.

Although I couldn't hear what the old man was saying, both Lin Hui and the people watching the live broadcast understood that this was an old man lamenting the passing of life.

Suddenly a child ran under the tree, picked up the linden leaf, and put it in the sun to study it.

When the old man saw the child, his eyes no longer had the sorrow just now, but instead had a sense of new life.

He touched the child's head with his hand, and the child turned to look at him, and then he seemed to say something to the child.

The people watching also did not hear what the old man said, but a voice burst out from the bottom of their hearts:

"Grow up, come to me."

This is what the old man said to the child, just like what the old man said to the person watching this image.

In a blink of an eye, the scene turned to the border gate with flying yellow sand. The old man rode an old cow and walked slowly outside the gate. There seemed to be a burst of reciting of the Tao Te Ching in the air, which made people feel their own insignificance.

The voice of chanting is getting smaller and smaller, and the old man is getting farther and farther away.

The scene returns to the city of Chang'an again. The child in those days has grown up and has become an eminent monk worshiped by everyone in Chang'an city.

However, the young man's brows were furrowed all the time, as if there was some problem that could not be solved.

He was finally about to leave Chang'an, one person, one bowl, there was no Emperor Tang seeing him off, and there was no powerful apprentice who killed gods and ghosts.

The only one who accompanied him out of Chang'an was the old horse.

The picture flows to the young monk who has turned into a middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life,
I saw him kneeling and sitting in a meditation room, with his eyes on a box of leaves.

The leaves are densely written in Sanskrit that no one knows.

The middle-aged man seemed to be wondering which tree to start with, and he began to pick up leaves one by one for inspection.

That look can not help but remind people of the little child back then, holding the bodhi leaf and looking at its veins against the sun.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew in from the window and the leaves were blown up.

It was neatly pasted on the white wall of the meditation room.

The middle-aged man looked at the leaves on the white wall, then at the wooden window that had been closed by the wind, and folded his hands facing west.

"Amitabha!!!"

The grand Buddha's name finally rang in people's ears.

Whether it is Chang'an City, the entire Dragon Kingdom, or even the whole world, it is enveloped by this majestic Buddha's name.

Even in the island country that has been hailed as a forbidden place for human beings, those island people who have lost consciousness slowly regain consciousness.

Even the black clouds that have been hovering over the island country are slowly dissipating.

The image disappeared at this moment.

When Su Dingfang and Yan Zhenzhen woke up, they found that Lin Hui was still in deep thought.

After gesturing, the two apprentices walked slowly to the door and guarded the door for the little master.

Lin Hui still saw the image behind in his mind at this time.

When a middle-aged man gets old and can’t even hold a pen, someone bites his finger and writes the old man’s name on the last leaf of the "Bay-leaf Scripture" with his finger-Li Er .

The memory is officially over here, and then it turns into bits and pieces and merges in Lin Hui's mind.

After waking up, Lin Hui found that the third volume of Tianshizhuan, which could not be upgraded, had also been upgraded.

At this time, the third volume of Tianshizhuan seems to be upgraded from Baidu to Google, and he can even search for all kinds of strange knowledge in his previous life.

"I don't know if the celestial master seal will have any anti-sky function? Or will it open a portal for me in the end, allowing me to go back to the original world?"

Shaking his head, Lin Hui realized that the four eyes of the two apprentices were staring at him, as if they saw something precious.