Projection of heavens

After coming to Xuankong Temple for several months, Gu Shaoshang heard the bell of Xuankong Temple ringing thirty-six times for the first time. He was surprised and went to the front hall with Gu Ji.

The two of them walked all the way to the main hall, but they didn't even see a single monk along the way, and they couldn't help but feel even more curious.

"What are these monks doing so mysteriously?"

Gu Shaoshang frowned, a faint shadow cast over his heart, and he felt vaguely that this matter would affect him.

.......

The only most magnificent thing about the Xuankong Temple is the Xuankong Hall in front. This hall is dedicated to the ancestors of the Xuankong Temple. It is so majestic that even if two thousand people worship at the same time, it will not feel crowded at all.

After Gu Shaoshang arrived here, he discovered that almost all the monks who were still staying in Xuankong Temple had arrived.

Gu Shaoshang looked from a distance. In front of countless huge Buddha statues, an old monk with a slender figure and white eyebrows stood in front of him in silence with his hands clasped together.

Thousands of monks gathered in the main hall, but there was no noise in the main hall, and the quiet sound of a needle dropping could be heard.

Da da!

Gu Shaoshang naturally didn't care about this, and took Gu Gu, who was a little at a loss, and strode into the hall.

Footsteps sounded in the quiet hall, but all the monks remained silent.

"This time, ring the bronze bell and summon you to come. Something big is really happening!"

The old monk standing in front of him suddenly opened his eyes and spoke slowly.

Although he was skinny and looked old, Gu Shaoshang was startled as soon as he opened his mouth. His voice was louder than the previous bell, making Gu Shaoshang's ears buzz.

"Gang Gang presided over! I don't know what happened!"

Among the crowd, an old monk wearing a yellow cassock took a step forward, walked through the crowd, bowed and asked.

"Kun Wu, stole the Sutra of Buddha and Self, which is the first of the six god-level secret scriptures of my Xuankong Temple!"

The old monk clasped his hands together and said calmly.

"What! Kunwu defected? He also stole the Sutra of Buddha and Self?"

"Why did he steal the scriptures and defect?"

“He himself is qualified to practice the Buddhist Sutra, so why would he steal the Sutra and defect?”

boom!

As soon as the old monk finished speaking, the monks below suddenly exploded and made a loud noise.

I never expected that the one that had been stolen for many years had just been recovered. The first of the six classics, the Qiongtian level, was actually stolen!

Even though most of these monks are pure-hearted and celibate, they can't help shouting accountability at this time, and they don't even care that in front of them is the Ningshen-level abbot of the Xuankong Temple!

"The monk of Xuankong Temple is so unlucky! His scriptures have been stolen all the time!"

Gu Shaoshang stood at the end of the crowd, somewhat speechless.

At this time, he already knew that secret books above the concentration level could not be copied casually. They must be above the concentration level. After completing this method, he would take the fur of monsters above the concentration level or some strange materials to make it. Only completed books can be burned on it.

And this book was handed down by a great Qiongtian-level master. Let’s not say whether there are Qiongtian-level masters in Xuankong Temple at this time. Even if there are, if you want to burn it, you have to find the fur of a demon beast that is at least Qiongtian-level. That’s it!

In a word, things are troublesome!

"President Qian Gang! The Sutra of Buddha, I, Only Sovereign has always been in your care, but I don't know how Kunwu stole the Sutra from you?"

The old monk who had walked out of the crowd shook his yellow cassock, bowed and asked.

Although he bowed and saluted, his tone was full of displeasure.

The hall suddenly became quiet, all the monks fell silent, and no one dared to speak.

"Another master of concentration!"

Gu Shaoshang's pupils shrank and he saw that the old monk wearing a yellow cassock, although he did not seem to have as much cultivation as Gan Gang, was undoubtedly a master at the concentration level.

"Junior Brother Qianyang, do you suspect that I am a thief?"

Gan Gang raised his head, spoke in a calm tone, raised his white eyebrows, and a mountain-like aura suddenly burst out from his skinny body, covering the entire hall with mighty force!

"President calm down the anger!"

"President calm down the anger!"

The aura of the god-level master suddenly exploded. Under the pressure of the tyrannical aura, all the monks in the entire hall couldn't bear it and fell to the ground. They were all terrified and shouted to calm down.

Click! Click!

In the main hall, the ground paved with the hardest bluestone suddenly sank under the load, and countless cracks suddenly spread out like spider webs, all over the entire main hall!

"Good monk!"

Gu Shaoshang's head jumped. Under this sudden burst of momentum, he couldn't help but grit his steel teeth and almost fell to his knees.

Gu Ji, who was beside him, had already fallen to the ground with a roar.

"Concentration level!"

Gu Shaoshang took a deep breath, his bones cracking, and he stood upright against the old monk's momentum.

Crackling!

Gu Shaoshang's muscles all over his body trembled, and the air around him made a series of explosions!

Wow!

Gu Shaoshang stood up straight.

"Don't dare! Don't dare!"

The old monk in yellow robe straightened up, looked at Gan Gang with drooping eyebrows, and spoke indifferently.

"Xiang Kun went to catch up with him a long time ago. Since Junior Brother Qianyang has doubts about Senior Brother, he might as well go after him!"

Qian Yang put his hands together and read a book www.uukanshu． net calmed down his momentum with an expressionless face, glanced at Gu Shaoshang in the crowd, and said calmly.

"I will obey the decree of the presiding officer!"

Qian Yang said with his hands clasped together.

After saying that, he moved his feet slightly and disappeared into the hall without any movement.

"Everyone get up!"

The old monk's expression remained unchanged, his sleeves and robes moved, and a gentle force suddenly spread out, lifting all the monks in the hall up at the same time.

"Thank you for hosting!"

The monks in the main hall responded in unison, all of them lowered their eyes and remained silent.

Da da! Da da!

The old monk smiled slightly, walked through the crowd, and came to Gu Shaoshang.

"Not bad! Not bad! Master tomorrow will shave your head in person!"

Gan Gang looked Gu Shaoshang up and down, nodded, and walked out of the hall.

"Shaving?"

Gu Shaoshang twitched the corner of his mouth and did not reply. He took Gu Gu aside and turned around to walk out of the hall.

"call!"

After leaving the hall, he took a deep breath. The old monk's momentum before was too amazing. He was extremely unstable at this time: "Concentrate? God-level masters are really tyrannical."

"Let's go! The old monk is going to tonsure you tomorrow!"

Gu Shaoshang glanced at the excited Gu Gu and said lightly.

"Didn't the master say that you should be tonsured?"

After Gu Ji came back to his senses, he drove Gu Shaoshang and said, "Are you trying to do something wrong again?"

"hehe!"

Gu Shaoshang smiled without saying a word and strode towards the room.

Ji Ji frowned and didn't say anything else. His nephew had a lot of secrets, so it was best not to meddle in his affairs.

.......

The bright sun was setting in the west, and the endless red light dyed the sea of ​​clouds in the sky red. Gu Shaoshang sat on the top of the cliff, quietly closed his eyes, and entered the world in the mirror.