Mind Cultivation Record

"Amitabha!"

A Buddha's chant resounded throughout the entire audience.

The nine magical powers behind the Miao Monk's seal disappeared silently, and the invisible pressure on Zhu Yanji also quietly disappeared. Everyone's eyes were focused on the little monk.

Only Xiao Mian slapped his forehead and stayed out of the incident.

At this time, the little monk had a solemn face, clasped his hands, and walked towards the ring step by step. Every step is down-to-earth and every step is exciting. Miao Monk Fayin looked at the young monk calmly, but only he knew what had just happened - with the sound of the Buddha's name, the nine great magical powers he manifested were assimilated!

The disappearance of the nine great magical powers is not caused by the dharma seals independently, but passively.

Who is this little monk?

How could it interfere with my magical power even though I haven't formed a pill yet?

Could it be that person in the legend?

wrong!

That man should still be looking for Su Hui. Although Fayin didn't see that man when he came to Longhua Temple, he had heard about that man's past. Although that man was known as a soul boy, he could not awaken Su Hui, so he could not do anything. There are Buddhist temples, big and small, all over Western Shuzhou. In the end, I didn't hear that that person had awakened Su Hui, but instead went to Nanyue Prefecture a few years ago.

Nanyue Prefecture, that kind of little place where birds don’t shit, it’s a shame he could think of it!

Is that Tianlong Temple still comparable to the top ten Buddhist temples in Western Shuzhou?

The more he thought about it, the more dissatisfied Fayin felt.

Think of him, Miao Monk Fayin, who is also the most outstanding disciple of his generation in Longhua Temple. He has been practicing Taoism for only two hundred years and is only one step away from the Nascent Soul realm.

But why, why, whether it is the master or other brothers, when they talk about that person, they all look up with respect, but he is just a kid who can't find Su Hui!

"Are you from Longhua Temple?" While Fayin was thinking wildly, the young monk had already come to Fayin and asked calmly. Fayin was stunned and nodded. He still couldn't see through the young monk, so he planned to wait and see what happened. He didn't want to follow up, but the young monk asked carelessly: "Is the current abbot of Longhua Temple still Mingjian?"

"Bold! How can I, a young monk like you, be able to yell at me as the abbot of Longhua Temple?" Before Fayin could say anything, his old disciple had already pointed at the young monk's nose and started scolding him. The young monk didn't even look at the old monk. He just looked at the seal and continued to ask: "What does Longhua Temple want from Lei Yunyu? Could it be that Longhua Temple still doesn't give up and actually wants to open the treasure left by 'Lei Peng Demon Lord'?" Secret vault?"

"You! Who are you!?"

As soon as he said this, Buddha's light flashed in Fayin's eyes. It was obvious that if the little monk's questions and answers did not satisfy him, he would use the same tactics he used against Zhu Yanji to deal with the little monk.

"You want to kill me?"

"You and I……"

The young monk's fluttering words made the jostling Miao Monk Fayin speechless. Although Buddhist monks do not abstain from killing, they do not advocate killing. What's more, killing someone just because of a disagreement is really against the Buddhist ideals. How can Fayin dare to admit it frankly? ?

What frightened Fayin even more was that the magical power of the demon-conquering sword condensed in his eyes gradually disintegrated under the watch of the young monk, and once again dissipated into nothingness.

If it was a coincidence before, this time it is inevitable!

Who is this little monk? ?

"Go back! Tell Mingjian: Demon Lord Lei Peng's secret vault has not yet been opened. When the time comes, the eight thunder feathers will naturally reunite!"

"Eight thunder feathers? There are actually eight thunder cloud feathers?"

"You don't even know how many pieces of Lei Yu there are, so you just come to steal them?"

This time it was the little monk's turn to be surprised. Seeing Fa Yin's face looking uncertain, the little monk shook his head and waved towards Fa Yin and the old monk.

The next moment, a Buddha's light rose up behind Fayin's head. The Buddha's light suddenly condensed into a lotus platform, wrapped up Fayin and the old monk, and rose into the sky.

That dharma seal was actually taken away by my own Buddha's light magical power!

Everyone present was a discerning person. Naturally, they could tell from the shock on Fa Yin's face that Fa Yin was forced to leave. However, the lotus platform was clearly one of the nine magical powers that Fa Yin had manifested before. How could the young monk turn the clouds and send and receive things upside down? Like heart?

Even Zhu Yanji did not dare to underestimate the young monk at this time.

Could this little monk, who was able to play with the Miao Monk's seal in the midst of applause, be the incarnation of a certain Nascent Soul Ancestor from Buddhism playing on the human world?

Yes!

I have long heard that there is a type of ascetic monk in Buddhism who likes to go around asking for alms and saving all sentient beings. Could it be that this inconspicuous little monk is this kind of outsider?

Although Zhu Yanji's guess was not correct, it was not far off.

"Are you the maid under the Ghost Mother?" At this moment, the young monk asked, and Zhu Yanji quickly replied respectfully: "Yes! Junior Zhu Yan, pay your respects to the senior!"

"Counting the time, the great disaster of the Ghost Mother is about to come again, right? How are the preparations going? Do you know how sure you are? By the way! Donor Xu, have you come out of seclusion?"

The young monk's questions were gentle and calm, but they sounded like thunder in Zhu Yanji's ears.

The ghost mother wants to survive the great catastrophe. Although this is not a top secret, it is definitely not something that a young monk can know.

What really shocked Zhu Yanji was the little monk's last words.

The three words "Almsgiver Xu" fell into Zhu Yanji's ears, which was like thunder in the sky.

The ghost mother that Zhu Yanji serves is the nominal ruler of the Netherworld Ghost Realm.

The Netherworld Ghost Realm is the gathering place for all ghost cultivators in Western Shu State. In the eyes of ghost cultivators, the status of the Netherworld Ghost Realm is almost as different as that of Wan Zong City in the minds of casual cultivators.

However, what the world doesn't know is that the Ghost Mother is not the true supreme being in the Netherworld Ghost Realm.

The Ghost Saint is the real master of the Netherworld!

It's just that the Ghost Saint has been in seclusion all year round. Except for the close attendants around the Ghost Mother, few people in the Netherworld Ghost Realm know about the existence of the Ghost Saint. They only regard the Ghost Mother as the master of ghosts.

Even Zhu Yanji only vaguely knew that the Ghost Saint's surname seemed to be Xu. She never expected that this little monk would reveal the biggest secret of the Netherworld Ghost Realm...

This little monk is not only a worldly master, but also a terrifying worldly master of high seniority!

Not only do they know about the existence of ghost saints, but they also know that ghost saints are in retreat. How many people are there in the world?

"Old Senior! I wonder what your name is? When I go back, I might as well bring a message to the old ghost mother..." In a few words, the young monk's seniority has been upgraded from "senior" to "old senior", but the young monk doesn't take it seriously. After pondering thoughtfully, he suddenly waved towards Xiao Mian. After Xiao Mian got on the ring, the young monk asked for a flawless seed and gave it to Zhu Yanji, saying: "The great catastrophe of the ghost mother is probably going to be very bad. If you take this thing back, you will definitely be indispensable." the benefits of!"

"This is..." Seeing that the young monk had no intention of explaining, Zhu Yanji treasured the flawless seed knowingly, then glanced at Xiao Mian, suddenly took out a brocade handkerchief and handed it to Xiao Mian: "This brocade handkerchief is Although it is inconspicuous, it is also a primary defense magic weapon. Nujiaguan was very attracted to this young man, so he gave it to him! "

Seeing that the young monk was noncommittal, Xiao Mian felt at ease and took the square brocade handkerchief into his arms. Xiao Miancai didn't care whether Zhu Yanji wanted to curry favor with the young monk or wanted to repay the flawless gift. The primary defensive magic weapon was worth a hundred thousand mid-grade spiritual stones!

Xiao Mian would not be embarrassed if he had a thick skin and got a hundred thousand spirits!

"Go!" With a wave of his hand, the young monk ordered Zhu Yanji to be kicked out. Zhu Yanji seemed to want to say something more, but in the end she bowed and saluted: "Yes!"

After saying that, Zhu Yanji took the lead to leave. The other Gui Xiao and others left the Wolf Howl Valley as if they were running for their lives without her greeting them, for fear that they would be caught by the young monk if they didn't run fast.

The Ghost Mother, a dignified Nascent Soul top-level monk, is the number one master in the eyes of many ghost cultivators. How can they provoke someone who can be on an equal footing with the Ghost Mother?

In this way, the five golden elixirs of the ghost realm come like wind and go like lightning.

A family tragedy was eliminated in a few words by the young monk.

Life goes up and down too fast.

This is a true portrayal of Tuoba Shan’s current state of mind. First, his beloved son Tuoba Jian lost, then he won, then Xiao Mian won, then Tuoba Yun lost, then Zhu Yanji appeared, Miao Monk Fayin appeared, Tuoba Shan Bashan had almost resigned.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the young monk came on stage, he waved away the master and apprentice Miao Monk Fayin, and then waved away Zhu Yanji and other five ghostly golden elixirs. The moon-white monk's clothes were not disturbed by the dust.

It turns out that this little monk is the savior of the Tuoba tribe!

It's ridiculous that Tuoba Shan never took a serious look at this young monk before. Even Tuoba Ling, who invited Xiao Mian to the Tuoba clan, only invited the young monk by the way.

Full of annoyance, Tuoba Shan came to the young monk and saluted respectfully.

Even Zhu Yanji, who is a quasi-Nascent Soul cultivator, is very respectful to the young monk. What does he, a top-level Jindan cultivator, mean to him?

What's more, Tuoba Shan had already guessed the young monk's identity, so he performed this ceremony with even more sincerity and respect.

"Thank you, Holy Monk, for your great kindness to our Tuoba clan!" Tuoba Shan straightened up and saw a faint smile on the little monk's face. Tuoba Shan was in a state of confusion, but he still asked, "Dare you ask Holy Monk?" What is the name of the law? Where does it come from?”

"In the Shicha Sea, there is a hill; on the hill, there is a small temple." When the young monk said this, he stretched out his right hand to the sky, and a golden Polo flower suddenly fell from the sky, landing squarely on the young monk. Between your fingers, it feels like it was made in heaven. At this moment, the young monk smiled slightly: "Amitabha! The young monk's name is Mahakasyapa!"