Museum of Demons

The golden pagoda rotates slowly, and the Buddha's light is kind.

Wei Yuan and Huikong were outside, while Fuhu Arhat and Xuantan Marshal Zhao Gongming were inside.

This magic weapon is quite special. When Wei Yuan and Hui Kong discussed the Dharma door outside, as long as the Dharma door they described really existed, then the spiritual thoughts of Fu Hu and Zhao Gongming would show a corresponding expression inside the pagoda. If it is said that his cultivation base is the profound kung fu of Buddhism and Taoism, the pagoda may not be able to reproduce.

But it is only a basic method for foundation building and entry.

This pagoda is naturally able to follow the words.

Huikong said: Vigor and blood are vigorous, not inferior to beasts.

Inside the pagoda, the monk who was transformed by a ray of spiritual thoughts from Fuhu Arhat suddenly swelled his muscles, and his blood was majestic, giving people the courage to subdue the beast with one hand. A scene is perfectly presented to let the onlookers know the characteristics and miraculousness of this magical power.

The sense of power as if he could really kill a tiger with one hand moved many people.

Wei Yuan recalled the words added by Zhang Ruosu, such as nourishing yin and nourishing yang, the corners of his mouth under the mask twitched, he fell silent for a while, tapped with his fingers, and said slowly: The energy pulse is long and endless.

Zhao Gongming's ray of divine sense also showed a corresponding vision.

This change has attracted everyone's attention.

Along with outside the pagoda, Wei Yuan and Huikong narrated and discussed the Tao, arguing and asking each other, and the two souls inside the pagoda also began to fight with each other, because only the outer forms of these two basic skills can be displayed, No matter Fuhu Arhat or Zhao Gongming, they were just fighting in close quarters.

Fisting to the flesh, with a fierce aura, and occasionally bursting with vigor, he would make a dull sound to attract everyone's attention. Perhaps the previous methods of the gods could not help but make people yearn for it, but after all, they are too far away from everyone, and there is a kind of fog. The feeling of looking at flowers.

But this kind of macho fighting far exceeds the limit of normal human beings.

It is not far away from everyone's cognition.

The impact is also greater.

Because according to what those two people said, this is just a basic skill.

In other words, they themselves can do this step.

Vigorous and vigorous, fighting lions and tigers, thinking of this, everyone's eyes involuntarily showed eagerness, except for the feeling of bewildered professional fighters, everyone only felt excited in their hearts.

……………………

In a shared house.

A group of boys stared at the screen, and the corners of their mouths twitched as a large barrage of bullets flew over.

In the modern society, the barrage is blooming everywhere, and he has mastered the legendary method of blooming on the bar. He doesn't know how many years he hasn't seen such a uniform barrage.

It was so uniform that it even made him feel a sense of beauty.

Everything is so special, God of Wealth bless you.

Rocket sports cars are not used in the live broadcast room.

Now I don't know which programmer was temporarily arrested and returned to work overtime.

The presents were exchanged for various incense sticks.

Amidst the creaking sound, a middle-aged man walked in from the outside. This is their landlord. Wang Taihe frowned. The landlord is a very stubborn vegetarian who likes to worship Buddha. He came to see the things on the bullet screen. Shouldn't you be angry?

Qi to Qi...

It's nothing to be angry.

It's not good to increase their rent.

Muttering in my heart, the middle-aged landlord really came over, glanced at it, frowned, and said:

What are you looking at?

Ask knowingly.

Wang Taihe slandered from the bottom of his heart, and another roommate next to him said:

We are watching Taoism and Buddhism discussing the Dharma. Let's cheer for Taoism now. Do you want to watch it too, landlord?

Sure enough, the middle-aged man frowned and said angrily:

Cheer up for Daomen?

I believe in Buddhism!

Like you guys, after you die, you have to go down...

The roommate finished the second half of the sentence: The opponents of Buddhism are Guan Caishen and Zhao Caishen.

Oh, by the way, the one who is beating inside now, the one with the golden whip, is Marshal Zhao Gongming.

The middle-aged man looked slightly condensed.

Wang Taihe coughed, and said softly, Landlord, why don't you work hard too?

Come on for Daomen?

The middle-aged man said angrily:

That's the God of Wealth, how could he lose?!

I want you to cheer for God of Wealth, do you think he will lose?!

ah?!

Let me tell you, you will become paupers in the future.

Wang Taihe: ...

An unknown roommate: ...

But at this time, the barrage everywhere turned into the God of Wealth taking care, and the monks also looked at their mobile phones. Seeing this scene, the corners of their mouths twitched. When everyone no longer cares about winning or losing, it is wrong to win or lose of. After all, in Shenzhou, the position of the God of Wealth is too important, especially the two Gods of Wealth.

The monk raised his hand to rest his forehead, and he had already foreseen the style of painting in the future——

If you lose, the God of Wealth is really powerful.

If you win...

He seemed to have seen the pilgrims furious: If you even dare to beat the God of Wealth, what money do you need?

Lost incense decay.

Won the incense and decay.

I lost the steamed corn cabbage.

If you win, it's still corned cabbage.

Played a lonely.

……………………

Zhang Ruosu stroked his beard and watched the battle on the field. Ah Xuan finally got close to him. The old Taoist looked at the little Taoist who was in a panic, nodded, and said without changing his face: You are finally here.

It's a bit late.

Ah Xuan was silent, and said quietly: Brother, don't you know why I'm late?

The old Taoist looked away in embarrassment.

Ah Xuan looked at the melon seeds that fell out of his pocket at some point in pain.

Gone.

All gone.

The melon seeds are all gone.

The old Taoist coughed, and directed Ah Xuan to look at the center of the fight. Zhao Gongming and Fuhu Arhat were outside, with their eyes closed, and in the scene showing the changes in the pagoda, the two had fought to the point of pulling out the Taoist disability. Ying, Ah Xuan looked dignified, and said: Who wants to win?

Zhang Ruosu said: The two skills are almost the same in the end.

After all, they are all foundation-building exercises. The full score is only 100 points. One is ninety-nine and the other is ninety-eight. It is very easy to distinguish between them. Moreover, fighting and fighting are not better than data or skills. Wins every time.

So, the Buddhist sect played a bit dirty this time. Among the Daoist monks present, there are not many who beat Fuhu in terms of experience and character. However, Marshal Xuantan's experience is not inferior to that of Fuhu. Yu is still a little bit beyond, so in general, Buddhism has shot itself in the foot.

After all, if they don't come out of Fuhu Arhat, Wei... that Taiping Daoist may not summon the Xuantan Marshal to deal with him. He once fought side by side with our Zhengyi Ancestral Heavenly Master. He has rich experience and is far more experienced. The crouching tiger Luo Hanqiang who meditates.

The old Taoist looked strange, and Ah Xuan nodded in agreement.

As for why the monk who fought side by side with Zhang Daoling has extremely rich combat experience.

Where do you think the words Zhengyimengweizhidao come from?

What is an alliance? What is Wei?

ah? Can't write, can you?

At that time, the painting style of the big man was basically that Ban Dingyuan caught and beat up the thirty-six countries of the Western Regions alone.

Zhang Daoling caught all the demons and monsters of the wilderness gods and beat them violently.

The two basically have the same style of painting.

Holding a fist and holding a sword.

little brother,

You can't...

Zhang Ruosu added, saying: Now let's see how Fuhu and Marshal Xuantan perform on the spot, and who has the more profound and subtle comprehension of the Taoism and the Daoist Master Taiping or Huikong, and who can play the bigger role? power, so this is also a way of discussing the law.”

Ah Xuan nodded thoughtfully.

The upper limit of the two foundation-building techniques is almost the same.

Even the practice of Buddhism is stronger than Zhang Ruosu's new technique.

But there is a huge gap between the two.

One is mastering in Buddhism, which is the only way to promote.

One is that it will be popularized directly. After it is completed, no matter whether it is going to martial arts, Buddhism, Taoism, or cultivating talismans and spells in the future, it will be unimpeded and unimpeded, and it can even be used for health preservation. Effect.

Since it is a great world, there should be no family plan.

Thinking of what his senior brother said, Ah Xuan understood something, and focused on the screen.

Reaching out his hand subconsciously took it out of his pocket.

It was empty.

The young Taoist was stunned for a moment, then lost.

My snack.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Ruosu's mouth twitched.

It was hard to deal with it.

Why did you remember it again?

……………………

At this moment, energy was bursting, whether it was the old Taoist priest who had a headache, Ah Xuan who regretted that he had lost something, or other ordinary people, they all looked up subconsciously, and the stupa suddenly trembled violently, one by one. Qi Jin was torn out like a horse training.

Let the clouds rise, let the rocks shake.

In the picture, Zhao Xuantan strode forward, the golden whip in his hand fell heavily, the face of the monk on the opposite side changed, and he raised his hand to resist, only to find that the principle of positive and negative changes contained in the golden whip in this Taoist's hand is also true. In other words, the upper limit of this skill can be broken through and changed by itself when there is no advanced skill.

It belongs to the kind of practice that is full of possibilities.

Fu Hu's face was sluggish.

Immediately, his head was directly smashed by the golden whip.

The screen disappears instantly.

Cover up the scene that is not suitable for most people to see.

Immediately, the golden pagoda buzzed and fell to the ground.

Fu Hu Luohan opened his eyes, he let out a muffled grunt, his face turned slightly pale, while Zhao Xuantan laughed three times, his aura was magnificent, quite heroic, whoever wins and who loses doesn't need to be said at all, just one glance I could see clearly, as expected, a barrage of bullet screens swept across the Internet.

'666 is indeed the God of Wealth. '

‘Wu Caishen is mighty, can you bless me to get rich today? '

‘God of Wealth bless you! '

‘Is it too late for me to buy a lottery ticket? '

'Upstairs, it's too late, the owner of the lottery shop closed the door overnight after seeing the God of Wealth! '

'Nonsense, how do you know? ! '

'Because I am the lottery shop owner. '

Then, a large number of rewards flashed across the Internet, no, now it was changed to an incense event by a programmer who worked overtime.

………………

Huikong stared at this scene, dazed for a long time, unable to return to his senses.

His eyes were gloomy, and he had a complicated feeling. Could it be true that the Buddhist practice has been abandoned? At this moment, the method of sound transmission suddenly came from my ear, I was slightly taken aback, and then realized that this voice was the young patriarch who didn't know how old he was.

Dao Yan said slowly: Go and fight him, try your supernatural powers.

this……

Ku Yuan, Ku Sheng, Ku Chan, you three go.

Dao Yan immediately noticed Hui Kong's hesitation and chose two other monks.

It is also a very high status in the Buddhist sect. Their junior brother Ku Rong was the one who used the magic foot to interrogate Longhushan. That time the incident was not small, and Ku Rong dared to go. And the cultivation of these two people is much higher than that of Ku Rong.

Hui Kong has not said yet.

The three old monks opened their eyes, and the oldest and thinnest monk said slowly:

The way of the Taoist master is profound, and the poor monk wants to try it.

Dao Yan stared at the mask on the face of the Daoist of Taiping Taoism. Under the monk's robe, he raised his sword fingers, and there was a lot of energy in it. He planned to take the opportunity to break the mask on Wei Yuan's face and see for himself whether it was him. And at this time, before everyone could react, the three monks had already stepped forward at the same time.

It is said to ask for advice, but in fact, there is no real ruthless hand.

At least on the surface, it is still polite.

Behind the three and two monks, the tallest and skinny monk made a move.

Ordinary people seem to be just a monk asking for advice.

But in fact, the qi and machine are connected secretly, directly forming a method similar to the three-talented array. The three qi and machines are integrated, and the qi and blood are connected. The degree of fighting and difficulty is more than doubled. The monk raised his hand and pointed forward, A little Buddha's light above the tip seems small, but it is extremely vast.

There is a Buddha kingdom in the palm of your hand.

This refers to the collapse of the Buddhist kingdom.

Wei Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly, filled with divine power, he sat upright on the spot, and punched him horizontally.

The monk didn't dare to be negligent, and changed his tactics again and again.

Wei Yuan's moves are simple, yet extremely ruthless. He locked on to the subtleties of the old monk's aura every time, forcing him to change his moves midway. The Buddha's light is vast. The spiritual confrontation between the two came fiercely.

But even ordinary people who have not practiced can see that it is monks who are at a disadvantage.

The three monks were silent for a moment, and the qi was connected instantly, and then directly connected with the qi of Tiantai Mountain behind it. Tiantai Mountain shook violently, golden qi rose up, Buddha's light shot up into the sky, and violently collided with the qi of Kunlun Yaochi with.

They directly borrowed the Buddhist aura of the thousand-year-old orthodoxy of Tiantai Mountain.

Zhang Ruosu, who had been laughing and watching the excitement, froze.

Immediately furious.

Standing up, he said, Presumptuous!

The Buddha's light is vast, condensed into a human form, and a gigantic Buddha statue, taller than Tiantai Mountain, emerges. The eyes are slightly closed, and the momentum is majestic and majestic. People can't help but kneel down in their hearts, and the Buddha's voice is chanting for a moment. , Even those who saw this scene through the Internet felt peaceful in their hearts, and only thought of worshiping Buddha was left.

Not to mention the people present.

Almost someone would kneel and kowtow on the spot.

The head monk clasped his hands together, and the big Buddha behind him also made the same movement.

One front and one back, both true and false.

Majestic and vast, he said in a slow voice:

Amitabha……

The sea of ​​bitterness has no limit, turn your head and keep going.

Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately.

The sound came rolling in.

In the chanting of the Buddha's voice, it seems that for thousands of years, the voices of countless monks who have been chanting scriptures and paying homage to the Buddha in Tiantai Mountain have been whispering continuously, as if they want to directly save the Taoist master of the Taiping Taoist door.

But even so, with the help of the patriarch's power, everyone saw it, and they couldn't feel any displeasure in their hearts. There was only a piece of tranquility and Buddha nature. Wei Yuan felt the impact. Planning to grab Dichi directly, anger appeared in his eyes.

Dao Yan made a secret move.

Everyone failed to see this scene, at least the people present, if they were not cultivated, would have subconsciously echoed the voice of the great Buddha. With a livid face, he pressed his sword and looked around, but he didn't know what to do.

They are all affected and disturbed.

And how much pressure will the Taiping Daoist who was directly targeted have to bear?

All the time the world is singing.

'The sea of ​​bitterness has no limit, turn your head and keep going! '

'Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately! '

'The sea of ​​bitterness has no limit, turn your head and keep going! '

'Put down the butcher knife...'

Many monks could only grit their teeth and carry it hard, but they were puzzled by the behavior of the Taoist Master Taiping. He didn't use his skills to resist at all, but got up with a flick of his sleeves. !

The sky and the earth suddenly burst into violent winds.

The Taoist's sleeve robe suddenly became as big as the sky and the earth.

Blot out the sun.

Then with a sudden hood, he directly put the big Buddha into his sleeve robe.

Just like the sun and the moon revolving.

The sleeve robe returned to its original shape in a blink of an eye, but the figure of the Buddhist Buddha had long since disappeared. The singing stopped abruptly, and there was a dead silence. The masked Taoist seemed angry, but suppressed the murderous intent in his tone, and stood with his hands behind his back. The sleeve robe was slightly rolled up, the voice was indifferent, and a pair of eyes looked down at the group of monks, saying:

Put down the butcher knife...

Then what?

tell me the story?

Put down the butcher knife, and of course, become a Buddha immediately.

However, even the big Buddha was taken away.

Huikong's face was pale, and his hands were clasped together, but they were already trembling. Seeing that horrible scene with his own eyes, a Buddha's heart was covered with dust and almost shattered, and the three old monks were forced to cough up blood on the spot. Seeing the big Buddha being put in the sleeve robe, people's beliefs collapsed, and they were even more horrified.

And the people who had just been influenced by Buddha nature came back to their senses.

Just how pious and peaceful.

How heart-shattering it is now.

Since Hutian's supernatural powers can even be accepted by Dichi, a mountain-sized Qiyun Buddha is of course not a problem.

Unless the purity of the Buddha's power is stronger than that of Zhu Jiuyin who controls the sun, moon and darkness.

However, Wei Yuan, who used his supernatural powers, still suffered backlash. He said these few words, which was already the limit, and he could only use his full strength to suppress the urge to cough up blood. And swordsmanship seemed to have reached its peak, a ray of sword energy pierced through the mask on Wei Yuan's face, and immediately dispersed, and strands of cracks appeared on the mask.

Wei Yuan was startled, at this moment he finally understood what Zhu Jiuyin said, the crisis of revealing his identity.

Fortunately...

Seeing this scene, the monks were almost speechless.

Only one of them took a deep breath, and said: Master Yuan's Taoism is so unpredictable that he is almost like an immortal. The poor monk admires it to the extreme..., three caves and four assistants, seven jade hubs, well-deserved reputation. Immediately the voice changed, Dao: However, the so-called Yangchun Baixue, there are only a few dozen people who belong to harmony. The Taoist master's Taoism is profound, and he naturally admires it. But this time, he is discussing the Dharma, to see if it is suitable for ordinary people to practice.

Daoist, have you ever had any disciples?

He grasped the key point of this discussion, and said slowly: The poor monk has never heard of any true cultivators appearing in the past thousand years. It can be seen that there are no practitioners in the Taiping Department. An astonishing talent.

But in this world, most people are just ordinary people.

As for my Buddhist cultivation method, there have been many eminent monks in the past dynasties. We can even display their relics, and their names and records are also clear. I dare not say that the Buddhist cultivation method must have won the Daoist cultivation method, but at least We have historical data to check.

Besides, although Taoist Master's cultivation base is strong, I'm afraid he is not good at teaching disciples, right?

Everyone heard the words, their hearts moved slightly, and they recovered from the shock just now.

I think there is some truth in what the great monk said.

Although the supernatural power just now is extremely shocking, everyone knows that this is definitely not something that ordinary people can cultivate, it is something that can only be achieved by people with extremely high talents. That one-in-a-million talent?

Moreover, this Taoist master didn't seem to refute, is he really not good at teaching apprentices?

An expert who is not good at accepting apprentices said that his own exercises are suitable for foundation building.

I always feel unreliable no matter what I think.

A smile appeared on the monk's face.

Suddenly, a cold snort came from his ear.

The monk turned his head and saw that it was Guan Yunchang. He knew that the other party was unhappy. At this moment, he was relieved and felt that at least one victory had been won, so he smiled calmly and said politely:

Guan Shengdijun, what's your opinion?

The famous general of Megatron Huaxia next to him frowned when he saw that the Taoist was silent, and when he heard the monk's question, he said disdainfully:

Those monks, even if there are thousands of people, are nothing more than chickens and dogs, not worth mentioning.

The monk who spoke frowned, with anger in his heart.

And even the rest of the people felt in their hearts that they really deserved to be Guan Yunchang, full of arrogance.

Then I heard the second half of the understatement——

No matter how many people there are, how can they compare with the chance of the prime minister?

? ? !

Everyone's thoughts froze for an instant, so that all voices stopped abruptly at this moment, and then the tide surged in the bottom of their hearts, and their faces flushed red with excitement, and they lost their minds.

who? Prime Minister?

Which prime minister?

The monk asked if he had any disciples, Guan Shengdijun said the prime minister, could it be? ! !

Those who were a bit dull finally came to their senses. In the moment of sudden heavy breathing and dazed and unbelievable sight, Wei Yuan healed the injury just now, fell silent, and slowly lowered his mask, revealing that old face , dressed in Taoist robes, as if through long years, with white hair hanging down from the sideburns, looking at the group of monks, with a soft voice, falling flat in everyone's ears:

Buddhist cultivators die...

Is it possible to live forever?

PS: Update 2-in-1 today………