Start with the gods

Chapter 285 Attack
"dong dong dong..."

In the early morning, with the ringing of the loud bell, many monks in Lanke Temple got up to wash up one after another, and then rushed to the main hall in groups of three and four, preparing to do morning classes for a new day under the leadership of the elders.

The servants in the temple also started their task of cleaning the rooms in the temple after a simple breakfast.

At the foot of the Giant Buddha in the back mountain, there is a cave.

Ever since Master Qishan came down to preach, the cave he lived in has been sealed up. Except for the little novice monk who came to clean it occasionally, no one would come to it, and it became very quiet.

Two [-]- or [-]-year-old novice monks fiddled with clean rags in a wooden basin filled with clean water, and then carefully wiped the tables and chairs in the room, while chatting without saying a word.

"Hey, have you heard that Elder Qishan is going to the temple tomorrow, and we will see him soon."

"Really? That's really great. If we can listen to the old man explaining the Dharma, maybe the two of us will be able to achieve enlightenment and truly embark on the road of practice."

"Yes, the old man is a holy monk in the world. I heard that anyone who receives his advice will benefit a lot. Even if we don't become practitioners, it can still benefit us for a lifetime."

The two little novice monks became more and more happy as they talked, and the boring chores were not so boring for a while, and they were all full of energy.

Soon they cleaned up the entire cave, and even some gaps that they would not pay attention to at ordinary times were cleaned without a trace of dust, as if they wanted to leave a good impression on the owner of the room.

And when they finished all the work, closed the wooden door and left the cave with great satisfaction, a young man in green clothes appeared under the vine corridor of the cave without any warning.

Looking at the back of the two leaving, his eyes were full of vicissitudes that did not match his appearance, as if seeing through the world of mortals, it was Guo Yu who had just come out of the world of the Buddha's chessboard.

"It seems that at least half a year has passed."

Feeling the slightly hot weather, Guo Yu sighed with some regret. He was now on top of the towering Washan Mountain, and it felt high even here. It was obvious that it was midsummer.

"One dream for 500 years, this feeling is really amazing."

Although he is still not sure how long the outside world has passed, but he has indeed spent more than 500 years in the chessboard world of the Buddha, which is estimated to be enough for dozens of generations to pass on to ordinary people.

The Buddha is worthy of being an unrivaled genius in this world, and his comprehension of the way of space and time has reached a shocking level.

The world built with a chessboard is as vast as the real world, and it can also change the flow of time between the two parties. It is obvious that he has understood the core rules of the Haotian world.

And he stayed on the chessboard for so long this time, and he has completely penetrated the world created by the Buddha, and turned it all into nutrients for him to perfect the world in his body.

The small world located in his dantian has expanded many times again, except that there is no real life, it is no different from the real world.

At the same time, his real combat power has naturally increased exponentially, much stronger than before. It can be said that a practitioner at the level of Xiong Chumo above the five realms, now he can easily fight with one move. It can be solved, even if you stand still and let him shoot as much as you want, it is impossible to cause any harm to him.

Guo Yu recalled his experience and gains with emotion, and a very satisfied smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth. This trip to the chessboard world can be said to have saved him hundreds of years of hard work. Rare opportunity.

"It's over, and it's time to leave." Looking at the Buddha chessboard on the stone table, Guo Yu gently waved his sleeves and disappeared into the rattan corridor.

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Fifty miles away from Washan, the official road.

This is the only road connecting the north and the south with a radius of hundreds of miles, so there are many pedestrians, and transportation such as horse-drawn carts and ox carts can be seen everywhere.

At this time, there was a convoy on the official road heading towards Washan. The convoy was not small, with nearly twenty carriages connected end to end, and there were at least a hundred guards scattered around the carriage.

In the carriage compartment at the very front, sat a monk with very kind eyebrows and eyes. He lowered his head and wrote quickly on the slightly yellowed bed. It was Master Qishan who had returned to Lanke Temple. Compared with him, the aura of compassion on his body became stronger and stronger, and his strength was obviously much stronger than when he just broke through.

After more than half a year of traveling in the southeast, Master Qishan has gained a lot of new experience in Buddhist practice, so he needs to go back to the temple to meditate for a period of time, organize his gains, settle down, and record his comprehension of the Dharma. down.

Because of the carriage, the speed of their journey was not slow. If there were no accidents, they would be able to reach the largest town at the foot of Mount Wa at sunset.

However, when they came to a section of the river beach, an accident happened. The alcoholic and butcher who had not been born for many years stopped in front of the convoy, staring at the carriage that Master Qishan was in.

Sensing the two forceful aura fluctuations in front, Master Qishan shuddered slightly, lifted the curtain of the car, walked down slowly, then looked at the two for a while, and said with frowned eyebrows: "The two seniors stopped I don't know what is Qishan doing?"

Just from the fluctuating aura of heaven and earth vitality faintly leaked from the two of them, Master Qishan knew that these two elderly-looking old men were definitely unborn masters, and judging by their attitudes, it was obvious that the visitors were not kind, so they came to find him troublesome.

"The great Haotian thinks that you have desecrated her, so he specially ordered the two of us to come and see you off for the last time in your life."

The alcoholic took a sip from the flagon in his hand, looked at him with a calm expression on his face, and said, "What else do you want to say? I will allow you to say a few last words."

Master Qishan took a deep breath when he heard the words, but his expression remained the same, without any expression of fear, he stared at the two and asked, "Senior, is that Mr. Alcoholic who once discussed the Tao with the Buddha?"

A strange color flashed in the deep black eyes of the alcoholic, and he said with a soft smile, "You have good eyesight. I did have some friendship with the Buddha back then, and I can be called a friend."

Then, he suddenly withdrew his smile and said with a serious expression: "Although you are the descendant of the Buddha, I still will not show mercy. Today you will definitely die."

The butcher, who had been silent all the time, suddenly interrupted and said, "The alcoholic is right. The two of us came here together. Except for Master, no one in this world can escape from our hands."

(End of this chapter)