Journey to the West: Kill my apprentice, but also want to revive Buddhism

Those wines were refined before the old master conferred the gods. Although they have been fragrant for a long time, because they left Jin'ao Island and lost the charm of Taoism, they cannot make people increase their cultivation.

But the taste is really delicious, otherwise Kui Niu wouldn't miss it for so long!

"Enough brother!"

Hearing this, Hu Li also grinned, and immediately patted Kui Niu on the shoulder, crossing his shoulders and walking towards Che Chiguo's palace,

"Tell you, my wine..."

……

When Hu Li and Kui Niu, one tiger and one bull, were sneaking towards the palace, the small courtyard in the bamboo forest was also rippling.

Then,

A figure in Qingxuan Taoist robe slowly emerged.

Exactly, Tongtian Saint!

"This lotus?"

As soon as he entered, Tongtian's gaze was attracted by a golden lotus that had not yet bloomed in the lake not far away and was swaying in the wind, and his brows frowned.

because,

Just now, he could clearly feel the Qingping sword on his waist swinging slightly, as if it had a little connection with that golden lotus.

Looking closely, it seems to be an illusion, it's just...an ordinary golden lotus!

but,

As a saint, how can there be illusions? !

Could it be that this golden lotus has some connection with Qingping's sword? !

And just when Tong Tian was a little bit confused, Nezha and Pu Xian, who were tired of refining bricks and chatting nonchalantly, were all dumbfounded!

To know,

Nezha and Puxian, although one is in the heavenly court and the other is in the Buddhist gate, and there is a difference in generation between each other, but after all, they both came out of explaining teachings.

Therefore, the two of them still have some common topics, and the three views are similar, and Nezha's face is covered with mud, and Pu Xian lost half of his true spirit, so he can't detect it...

In addition, the two of them are somewhat sympathetic to each other. Under various chances and coincidences, as long as there is a topic, they will naturally chat with each other...

I see,

Just when Nezha was chatting happily with Pu Xian, feeling a little bit like seeing each other later, he saw the formation in the small courtyard turbulent for a while, and then a Taoist figure appeared...

Then, both of them were dumbfounded!

Originally, from Nezha and Puxian's point of view, it should be Hu Li who sneaked out, or Styx came back again, but they didn't care.

After all, now that the bricks are being lifted here, the Heavenly Court is still a matter of Buddhism, and it has nothing to do with them, so let them do whatever they like!

However, when they raised their heads a little and really noticed the person coming, they felt their scalps go numb, their legs went weak, and they immediately knelt down!

Babel? !

saint? ! !

……

At this moment, only one thought echoed in the minds of the two of them, saint...why did he come here? !

prior to,

Whether it was Patriarch Minghe, Zhao Gongming, or even Na Sanxiao, in the eyes of Nezha and Puxian, although they were surprised, they didn't care much.

After all, even if they are both here, it is not too surprising that Tathagata, Jade Emperor and so on will come back in the end!

But the saint, the kind of existence that overlooks everything, why is it here? !

and,

Or Tongtian Saint? !

In particular, thinking of my identity as an interpreter, I have an insoluble hatred with this decisive saint. If...

Finished!

Puxian and Nezha looked at each other, and they could both see the deep despair in each other's eyes...

This time, it's really over!

……

Chapter 150 Tongtian Shocked

the other side,

Tongtian didn't pay attention to Nezha and Puxian who were trembling, but his eyes moved slightly, and he stopped looking at the golden lotus, but landed on the clay pots.

Immediately,

He waved his hand slightly, and an extremely pure spiritual power fell into the clay jar, and there was a vague air rippling, which turned into some light spots and scattered down.

This is Tongtian, some of the essence of spiritual power collected by means of a saint, has unimaginable benefits for the cultivation of the soul.

even,

If it hadn't been for the calamity of calamity, for monks who died in ordinary calamities, they could recover instantly, even stronger than at their peak!

Of course, these methods are not without cost to the saint, and it takes time to accumulate, but Tongtian once proclaimed himself on Jin'ao Island, and these spiritual powers are considered drizzle for him.

only,

Soon, Tongtian frowned, and realized that his spiritual power was pouring into the clay pot, like a stone sinking into the sea, without causing the slightest wave!

It stands to reason that with such terrifying spiritual power, even ordinary spirit treasures might be broken, but for these clay pots, it has no effect at all!

And after observing carefully for a while, Tong Tian's frowning brows relaxed.

Because, he noticed that although his spiritual power was absorbed by the clay pot, it turned into a softer power that contained the true spirit inside.

This is equivalent to a filter. Although the process is slow, it completely eliminates some side effects caused by the saint's overbearing spiritual power.

This is a treasure!

Almost instantly, a thought flashed through Tongtian's mind. In the prehistoric world, there are not a few treasures that can store souls.

Even, some can directly attack the true spirit, such as the nail-headed seven-arrow book written by Taoist Lu Ya, and the six-hundred banner that Tongtian himself planned to sacrifice when he conferred the gods!

Therefore, although this kind of treasure is rare, it is far from being called a treasure!

But these few clay pots can easily dissolve their own spiritual power and transform it into a power that is more beneficial to the true spirit, which is enough to shock Tongtian!

"Is this material the sand grains in that formation?"

Taking a closer look, he saw that the true spirit inside seemed to be trapped in some kind of illusion. Tongtian did not continue to integrate spiritual power, but carefully observed the material of the clay pot.

I saw that in front of Tongtian, there were a total of six clay pots, three of which were obviously well-made, and the other three were rough.

However, they are all made of the same material, very much like the previous dust, combined with Styx's statement, it is not difficult to guess the origin of this thing.

However, what puzzled Tong Tian was that such fetishes should be extremely rare, similar to the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil, and they must be obtained by people with great luck!

In fact, even Nuwa got some Nine Heavens Breathing Soil, which was almost used up after making man sanctified, and then Dayu used the last part to control the water and block the waterway of the Yellow River.

But now, what does Tongtian see, a... hill? !

As a saint, Tongtian naturally noticed the mountainous pile of soil on the edge of the small courtyard, and was a little dazed for a while.

This, shouldn't it? !

quickly,

That Styx also walked out of the formation, saw the small courtyard was empty, and immediately guessed who seemed to be... taking a nap?

after all,

If not, then Huli would not dare to sneak out no matter what!

However, although there has been speculation for a long time, Styx still couldn't help taking a breath!

Saint, can't you let this senior go out? !

really!

He must also be a clone of a certain saint, otherwise why would this be the case? !

At this moment, Styx became more certain about Ye Yun's 'identity'!

If it's not the same level, how could it be like this? !

As for Styx's thoughts, Tongtian didn't care. He really only wanted to see that Taoist when he came here before, and what kind of creatures he wanted to see, so that he could attract the attention of the saints!

But now, the pile of soil like a hill has successfully diverted Tongtian's attention!

In addition, in the spiritual mountain, the two saints, Jieyin and Zhunti, did not participate, so there was no need to rush to act!

far away,

Nezha and Puxian, who were paralyzed by the side and trembling, saw that Tongtian didn't care about themselves, and secretly rejoiced in their hearts, thinking that they had escaped a catastrophe!

But now, seeing Tongtian's eyes on him, he was really scared and stupid!

"Master...Uncle..."

"Master... Grandfather..."

I saw that the two of them struggled and hesitated for a moment, then opened their mouths, almost speaking at the same time.

After finishing speaking, Pu Xian gave Nezha a suspicious look.

Master?

Speaking of which, is this guy with a dark face still a junior of himself?

Thinking of this, Puxian's face became even weirder, and he said that he is a brother and brother with a younger generation? !

But after thinking about it, I have come to this point, so don't think too much, the most important thing is to survive this calamity.

"Ok?"

Hearing the names of these two people, Tong Tian frowned, and then through the mud all over his body, he saw their identities, they were the disciples of Chanjiao!