The strongest Taoist priest: the beginning is a fairy

"Poor monk, worship the Tathagata."

"Worship the Tathagata, the Buddha statue of Maha Vairocana is here, why don't you worship?"

"The Tathagata whom the poor monk worshiped is here."

Monk Jueming smiled slightly, moved his fingers slightly, and a stream of water appeared in front of him.

It is a mirror surface.

In the mirror, it turned out to be Jueming himself!

Sanji's expression changed dramatically.

"Monk, you actually say that you are the Great Sun Tathagata? So absurd...so blasphemous..."

"Amitabha, the Tathagata is merciful, saves the world, overcomes all calamities, and overcomes all sufferings." Jueming said flatly: "However, the poor monk used to wonder why the Tathagata did not come to relieve the sufferings I have seen, to relieve all the sufferings I have seen." See you."

"Later, when the poor monk looked in the mirror, he realized that all calamities and sufferings can be overcome through the merits and labors of one's own body."

"The Tathagata is me, and I am the Tathagata."

"Monk, Monk!" Sangji said in a daze, "You...you are Monk Jueming!"

Only then did Sangji remember the face in front of him.

Isn't that right, the evil monk Jue Ming! ?He actually participated in the release of the ancient demons.

With Sangji's sound, the surrounding novice monks also mobilized their mana to take down the demon monk in front of them.

"Amitabha...doesn't you understand? That's a pity." Jueming felt a little regretful, no one here understood him, but there was no surprise: "But it's not a surprise, this Tantra... has always been like this."

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately..."

The esoteric Sanskrit sounds entered Jueming's ears with bursts of life-killing effects.

The life-killing Buddha's voice is endless.

The surrounding glass was shattered by the esoteric monk's life-threatening voice, but Jueming didn't feel any discomfort, he just came to the Buddha statue and raised his head.

"What are you going to do...you..." Abbot Sanji had a sense of foreboding.

"The poor monk wants to cross him."

Jueming looked at the gold-plated statue of King Jundaliming in front of him.

The mud-bodied Buddha body was plated with countless gold powders, and this resplendent and resplendent Buddha was formed with the money of incense burners.

Tantric Dameng Temple, in many entertainment circles, many celebrities come to this Buddhist temple to worship.

"Bastard... why does my Buddha need you to cross?"

"Everything in the world is reincarnated in six ways, and the cycle of life and death is the law of heaven." Jue Ming said softly: "The spring silkworms will be exhausted until they die, and they will turn into spring mud to protect the flowers. After the flowers fall, the spring silkworms will be raised. They are enshrined here because of desire." The Buddha, absorbing the spiritual veins of the land, the power of incense and vows, attained immortality, but enshrined this great power outside the land of China."

"Buddha lives forever, and the spirit of plundering the land never stops."

"The poor monk sent him into the six reincarnations, so that his existence can return to the right path, to return to the truth between heaven and earth, how about it, instead of crossing him?"

"Monk..."

Sangji felt that he could not be allowed to continue to wreak havoc, so he hurriedly recited Buddhist scriptures.

The statue of King Jundaliming moves in response to the Buddhist scriptures, and a law comes out corresponding to the scriptures.

With eight arms on all sides, a garland of radiant flames on the body, green lotus flowers on both feet, and halberds, pestles, wheels, golden fists, vertical wind fingers, snakes, seals and other things.

It's like the king of Ming came to the world.

Sangji was overjoyed when he saw King Ming's response. He hoped that this time, you, the monstrous monk, would be captured without a fight.

Take your blasphemous King Ming's head as an offering!

"Seeing my Buddha's holiness, why don't you just arrest me?"

At this time, Jueming was a little disappointed.

"It's just a muddy thing enshrined with desire, how dare you pretend to be King Ming?"

That tone seemed to say.

What a pity, it's not the real 'King Ming'.

"Die..."

King Ming attached himself to Sangji, like a dharma body.

Facing the wrath of 'King Ming', Jueming was extremely calm, but a black shadow appeared behind him.

Hungry Ghost Road——

devour everything.

Countless hungry ghosts ran out of his body, wantonly devoured, dragged and brought these lamas into the cycle of six realms.

"what..."

The lamas wanted to escape, but they couldn't escape being devoured by the hungry ghosts.

Bring them into the 'Six Paths of Samsara'.

As these lamas were eaten, the Buddha image of Ming Wang also became weak...

...

At this time, there were no extra people in Dameng Temple, only the emaciated Sangji was left, this old monk who weighed just three hundred catties, now he didn't know if he weighed thirty catties.

King Ming's wrath did not come without a price.

"What the hell are you thinking..."

When people are about to die, Sangji is calm.

Jueming, who devoured everything in front of his eyes, was already blind. This is the price of devouring, but his cultivation base has skyrocketed a lot.

"Let what is in China return to China, and let the dust return to dust." Monk Jueming said indifferently: "The Buddha just plundered the divinity of the Chinese gods and replaced them."

"Hehehe... Do you think the ancient demons are on the side of humans, Monk?"

"Amitabha, those ancient gods who are not on the side of the Chinese, the poor monk will naturally send him into the six reincarnations, and will not let their power wreak havoc on the world, you can rest assured."

Jueming's tone is natural and unquestionable.

Sangji froze for a moment, then lay down, his breath getting weaker and weaker.

The last breath was in the throat, and the voice became weaker and weaker.

"Oh, so, you want to be a god..."

Chapter 237 Doctor

"In ancient times, were gods able to rule over all things?"

"Of course not, they are still controlled by the Heavenly Court, and the Heavenly Court is also controlled by the Jade Emperor."

"Isn't the heavenly court the god of gods? Isn't that right even greater?"

"It's okay if you want to understand it that way."

"How does the court rule the world? Confucianism, Legalism or Taoism? Is it really okay to let sentient beings do the work of dominating all things? The Jade Emperor has so much power to rule everything. Wouldn't it be a minute for him to bend the law for personal gain? what?"

"So, it's not a bad thing that Heavenly Court is gone now...probably."

Li Wei felt that his thoughts as a Taoist priest were a bit outrageous and outrageous.

A certain Taoist chatted with Mr. Baishan in such a way, and traveled to FS City to look for Professor Liu's soul.

This time, it wasn't Bai Shanjun who carried Li Wei on his back, but Li Wei with Bai Shanjun on his shoulders.

After hard work, Bai Shanjun has achieved results that are visible to the naked eye—for example, he can now turn into a fat cat on Li Wei's shoulders.

It is proportionally reduced to the shape of a cat.

However, I don't know if Baishanjun is too big in body, and he would weigh more than ten catties when he turned into a cat demon. There is no doubt that it is a huge cat.

"If it is true that the God of Personality rules everything, such an era does sound a little scary..."

Li Wei thought for a while, his own system is 'Revitalize Daomen', not 'Revitalize Heavenly Court'.

It's not an outrageous thing...

No matter how treacherous and outrageous he was, he dismantled the Qingluan bird corpse at the beginning, and revealed the final reward.

Talking about the Jade Emperor of Heaven, it seems that there is nothing...

"However, except for those who are addicted to being a father, it seems that no one would want to do such a troublesome thing as 'dominating everything'... Probably."

While chatting with Mr. Baishan, I have already arrived in the urban area of ​​FS City.

The reason why this Professor Liu is hard to find is because his resume...is too clean.

Orphans, no father, no mother, no wife and no children.

Even if Jiang Xing used his authority, it was difficult to find out the causal relationship between him and others. We only know that he was young and poor, and he seemed to have accepted a cash investment before learning to read.

However, because the age is too long, some information is missing and it is impossible to find out who his sponsor is.

His network of relationships is simply over the top.

It seems that the fact that the account has an astonishing balance makes people care... But the assets under the name are indeed quite a lot, and it is enough to buy a house and a car... It seems that I care about money.

Thanks to this method of stargazing and spying, I can figure out where his soul is now, otherwise I really don't know how to catch him.

"What kind of person is he..."

Li Wei rubbed his chin, thinking about it.

I searched all the way and found a very old community.

I saw a translucent figure sitting on a stone chair.

His face was dull, staring at the eyes, but he didn't know what he was looking at.

The soul of Changsheng Pharmaceutical, Professor Liu Hongliu.

His soul's expression was serene, and a little dull, and the escape of his soul made his rationality a little lacking.

Maybe he didn't even realize that he was dead now.

Wearing a white coat, he just sat on the bench like this.

Li Wei was also sitting on the bench, looking at Liu Hong beside him.

"What are you looking at?"

"who are you?"

"It's just a Taoist priest passing by."

"Really... I don't care if I know you or not." Liu Hong's soul touched his head and said lightly: "Anyway, I have forgotten so many things, and it doesn't matter if I forget some more."

"Then why are you here?"

"I... can't forget here. Although it's a bit blurry... yes, it's a bit blurry, but I still remember that this is my teacher's home."

Liu Hong murmured: "Yes, I remembered, my teacher, the one who sponsored me to finish college, the home of the professor of biology is here."

"It's the teacher's house..."

Liu Hong's soul began to cry.

He's a great guy, a very... great guy.

His name is Ma Hongbing.

He is a master in the field of cytology and has won numerous awards.

He should be very rich, but his greatest property is just a flat in this old community.

He is an absolute master in the field of small cell carcinoma, and his research has saved countless lives.

Yes, he made his research public.

Originally, he could rely on this technology to obtain a huge amount of wealth, and countless people would not be stingy about paying a big price for their health.

Money, status, and these things will all come at his fingertips and become in his hands.