Beast Tamer

The roar outside gradually dissipated, and the terrifying roars gradually dissipated. It seemed that the battle outside was over.

The divine bird controlled the wing ball and floated towards the shore. The feathers fell back on the animal body. The arrogant Qu Lord became majestic again. A Zhuang and You Jizi wanted to steal a feather but failed in the end.

Everyone looked at the scenery outside. After surviving the disaster, they felt familiar with the dangerous Holy Land.

The phantom in the air gradually dissipated. Everyone walked forward and reached out to touch it. They found that the phantom of the Overlord and the Buddha turned into blood and dissipated together. Only a few people on the ground looked at each other in surprise.

"Is all this just an illusion? It's so realistic!" You Huang exclaimed.

"I'm afraid this scene has been staged many times. It should be a battle from ancient times. This battle led to the fall of Baxia and finally formed the Holy Land of Fall."

The Divine Feather Bird breathed a sigh of relief. If it was really the aftermath of an ancient battle, even if its ancestor was the uncle of Tathagata Buddha, it would be useless. He was just a tiny ant. Fortunately, it was just an illusion, otherwise he really couldn't stand it.

"Look, what is in the air? Baxia and the Buddha left something behind!!" The water grass girl noticed something on the ground where Baxia disappeared, and it was shining.

Youhuang walked forward, and when he passed through the fine golden mist, suddenly the sound of a bell rang in front of him. The bell turned into a character that wrapped him and pulled him to an unknown place.

The golden sunlight fell, and the man in front of him was wearing a white monk's robe. He sat on the ground in the sun, with a big sun rising behind him.

The golden light sprinkled on his side face, and his snow-white face was shining, like a blooming bodhi flower.

This is a plain without boundaries. It is infinitely high to the east, infinitely deep to the south, infinitely far to the west, and infinitely far to the right. The light red flowers of the other shore are in full bloom in the plain, extending to the end of the wasteland.

Across the flowers, a man and a monk sit face to face. He is dressed in blue, with black hair fluttering in the wind. Behind him is a black moon rising, and the inky night is sweeping over. There is something in his hand that is flashing.

"Illusion? So real? Could it be that the power of the wild soul has not dissipated yet?" Youhuang frowned and walked over to see what was going on.

"The donor is finally here. I have been waiting for a long time." The white-robed monk said with a smile, pointing to the tea table in front of him, and motioned Youhuang to sit down.

"Don't be afraid, kid, it's not an illusion. No one can hurt you here." The man in blue said so, holding up the teacup and raised it to indicate.

"I wonder why the senior asked me to come here?" You Huang folded his hands and bowed but didn't dare to sit down. Suddenly, a gust of wind came. When he reacted, he had already sat cross-legged.

He was holding a cup of tea in his hand, and two red petals were suspended in the tea. The tea was green and emitting a trace of steam, which made people salivate.

"The ancestor and this bald donkey have been waiting for you since ancient times. Finally, we are here. Stop talking nonsense and drink tea first." The man in blue brought tea and gestured. You Huang had to smile bitterly and took a sip of tea.

The boiling hot tea seemed extremely cold when it entered his stomach. A trace of faint fragrance rushed straight into his nose and disappeared into the sea of ​​consciousness.

Suddenly, a Buddhist sound came from his ears, surrounded his ears, and gradually became louder, like the sound of a bell, lingering for three days.

In Youhuang's feeling, the whole plain began to shake, and then he found that it was his own sea of ​​consciousness that was shaking. The vast sound like a mountain bell actually came from his sea of ​​consciousness.

The Buddhist sounds accompanied by the fragmented Sanskrit sounds surrounded him, vast, solemn, mysterious, and grand.

"Om, Mani, Ba, Moo, Hum!" The monk clasped his hands and chanted the scriptures. The power of the six mantras shook Youhuang's body and made a series of roaring sounds!

Youhuang immediately closed his eyes and sat cross-legged in meditation. His mind probed into the sea of ​​consciousness, but he found that two of the talisman beasts were sleeping in the endless Buddhist musical notes. The sea of ​​consciousness around him, which was the size of a small lake, began to expand for no reason. The vibration sound was the result of the expansion of the sea of ​​consciousness.

"This is a Bodhi petal! Only this kind of divine object can expand the sea of ​​consciousness and enhance the foundation. With the blessing of the Six Paths Mantra, this kind of power is unimaginable! Even the true disciples of the Great Leiyin Temple can hardly enjoy this treatment!" Youhuang thought to himself, looking at the teacup in his hand without thinking too much, he drank the boiling hot tea in one gulp, and even swallowed the two petals directly without wasting them.

Bodhi petals are one of the three great strange flowers. The catalyst in the petals can once again open up the sea of ​​consciousness of the beast master, and produce several times more soul power source water out of thin air, and can even directly improve the cultivation.

Unfortunately, this Bodhi flower will turn into flowers and disperse when it encounters wind, and the catalyst pollen will also disappear, and then the tree will produce Bodhi fruit, a strange fruit.

This is the fifth fruit among the eight strange fruits. It hangs on the tree for a thousand years to bear fruit, a thousand years to produce raw meat, a thousand years to ripen, and a thousand years to fall off, and it will disappear when it falls to the ground. Only a box made of Bodhi wood can hold it.

Because such strict conditions are required to obtain this divine object, the Bodhi fruit is very precious. Only a few remain in the Great Leiyin Temple. The Bodhi tree has disappeared with the death of Sakyamuni. Where did the tea in your hand come from?

"Boom boom!!!"

A roaring sounded, and an endless divine light appeared in front of his eyes, interrupting his thoughts. The boundaries of the sea of ​​consciousness were expanding, the spirituality of the soul was growing, and even Youhuang's body began to roar.

A stream of waste blood and bones were squeezed out of the body, and black impurities flowed out of the seven orifices. It was the dusty air that had settled in the sea of ​​consciousness for decades, which was forcibly dispelled by the Bodhi tea, and even the soul deep in the depths was also cleared a little.

It was unknown how long it had passed before Youhuang woke up slowly, and there were no monks or men in front of him. There were only endless flowers of the other shore swaying, making a rustling sound, and there were two boxes on the table in front of Youhuang.

Youhuang curiously reached out and took the wooden box left by the monk. The touch was extremely warm. The Taoist pattern flowing on the wooden box was exactly the same as the petals. This was actually a box made of Bodhi wood! ! The box of the square seal was a priceless treasure in the Great Wilderness! It could not be measured by the value of a lot of money at all.

"Who is that, and why did he give me such a precious thing? Since Sakyamuni died, the Bodhi tree has disappeared for a long time. Could this monk be Sakyamuni, and the man in blue be Baxia?

How is this possible? Did Sakyamuni kill Baxia? But the Shenlong clan and the monks of the Great Leiyin Temple are completely unrelated, and there is an endless sea and a vast continent between them. What kind of hatred can cross the continent to hunt them down?"

"This is not right, not right. The blue-clothed monk is obviously on good terms with Sakyamuni. Why?"

Everything that happened was like a dream, making Youhuang feel like a dream, but the faint wood fragrance of the wooden box in his hand was real, and the petals that were still emitting light in the sea of ​​consciousness were also real. This is indeed an irrefutable fact.

To be continued

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