The Little Monk Goes Down the Mountain [Transmigration Book]

Old Liu was straightforward in doing things, he didn't say much, but directly took out a black bowl from his arms, it seemed that there was nothing unusual, but Zhan Ming's expression suddenly became focused.

Old Liu Tou looked at Zhanming with a serious expression, but no greed flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. He was betting like this now, and he was already at his age, so he had nothing to lose.

"This bowl was passed down from generation to generation by our ancestors. Even if I have fallen to this point now, I can't throw away this bowl. If you really have the ability to get in, then this bowl is nothing to you. Please enlighten me." , If you understand it thoroughly, you will understand everything.” After saying this, Old Liu didn’t say any more, and lay back in his straw nest, and went to sleep.

As soon as Zhan Ming stretched out his hand, the bowl on the ground instantly sucked into his palm. He looked at the bowl up and down, it looked ordinary, but the aura revealed during the period shocked Zhan Ming!

This is ancient stuff!

He stretched out his hand to poke his divine sense in, but he didn't want to feel like a muddy cow entering the sea once he entered, there was another world inside!

He just felt a golden light flashing in front of his eyes, and Zhan Ming couldn't help but stretch out his hand to cover his face, but he heard the Sanskrit sound again!This turned out to be a Buddhist thing!

Zhan Ming's shock at this moment was almost immeasurable. This thing was not a bowl, but a Buddhist alms bowl!

Could it be that the deceased senior of the Liu family was actually a Buddhist cultivator?

"Who is here!" The Sanskrit voice pierced through the bowl!With an ancient atmosphere!

Zhan Ming put his palms together hastily: "My little monk Zhaohui Temple Zhan Ming, I have met senior."

As soon as Zhanming finished speaking, a golden light came straight towards his front. Zhanming subconsciously used the light of ten thousand Buddhas to cover his whole body, but the golden light actually stopped his Buddha light After that, there were countless Sanskrit characters rushing straight towards his mind. Zhan Ming was suddenly defenseless, his headache was splitting, he couldn't even stand firmly, and fell to his knees all of a sudden. on the ground.

Seeing his reaction to hitting like this, Old Liu couldn't help but sit up and looked at Zhan Ming without blinking.

The Sanskrit sound finally gradually dissipated, and Zhan Ming was relieved a little. He sat cross-legged on the ground, and began to straighten out the things rushing into his mind.

It was also at this time that Zhan Ming finally knew who the person buried in the back mountain was. It turned out that he was the master of Ruyi Patriarch back then, that Ruo Qing who saved the life of Ruyi Patriarch. old monk!He is also the first abbot of Zhaohui Temple, Master Yuanzhao!

After Zhan Ming knew the truth, he sat paralyzed on the ground. How dare he enter this man's tomb, and how could he bear to disturb his purity!

Looking at Zhan Ming's pensive look, the old head Liu hurriedly asked, "Xianchang, what's the matter?"

Zhan Ming stood up from the ground. He is also very dangerous this time. If it is not for the inheritance of the light of ten thousand Buddhas, he will be swallowed by the golden light. Is it the founder of the sect? Even if he is dead, he still cares about the disciples of the sect .

"I'm fine." Zhan Ming looked at the bowl with a serious expression. At this time, it had long lost its previous spirituality, just like an ordinary bowl, and nothing extraordinary could be seen.

"This alms bowl is useless now, can you give it to me?" Zhan Ming asked in a low voice, stroking the alms bowl, as if he could imagine the appearance of the ancestor Yuanzhao before his death.

The topmost layer of the light of ten thousand Buddhas, sacrifice your life.

Sacrifice yourself, exchange life!

What a selfless mind and what a fearless courage this is!

"Okay." Old Liu nodded with some toothache. Anyway, this monk can pass the test of this alms bowl, so he doesn't look like a bad person, so let's give it up: "But you need to get the high-grade longevity grass to get it out." OK."

Zhan Ming nodded: "Don't worry."

After Yuanzhao's ancestor died, there were actually no bones left, but in order to commemorate his ancestor, Ruyi used his ability to move mountains and fill the sea to build a large tomb in this place, and buried countless people. I don't know if it was to appease himself. Or to appease the dead master.

But now, he is going to steal the tomb of his ancestor. Thinking about it, he finds it a bit ridiculous. No wonder Ruoqing was unwilling to talk about it before. At this point, he couldn't help but regret it.

Zhan Ming stopped talking and took out a few spirit jades from his bosom. These spirit jades are useless to him, but they can be exchanged for a lot of money in the secular world.

"You take these things and live a good life. I will come out in three days at least, or five days later."

There is a map of the big tomb in the alms bowl, this alms bowl should be the magic weapon left by the ancestor Ruyi to the descendants of the ancestor Yuanzhao, but the world has changed, many years have passed, and the Liu family has become what it is now.

Zhan Ming picked up the flying magic weapon and headed straight towards the west side of the mountain. He made seals with both hands and advanced into the protective formation around the mountain. Then, when he saw an altar depicted in the bowl, he came out of the mountain on a platform.

Zhan Ming landed on the altar. It should have been a long time since no one came to this place. The originally neat marble floor tiles were somewhat bumpy.

There is a psychedelic formation around the mountain. If you are below the body, you will be hit. If you can't break the formation, then you won't find this altar at all. Looking at the appearance of the altar today, Zhan Ming desperately guessed. Be the first to find out.

Zhan Ming walked along the altar, and there was a cave inside, which was dark and looked a bit gloomy, but Zhan Ming walked straight in without changing his face.

As soon as he entered, the flames on both sides of the cave suddenly lit up. Zhan Ming's heart moved, and he looked carefully, only to find that the fire was supported by extremely precious jade pine oil, which was inexhaustible.

When they got to the center of the cave, a huge formation appeared in the center of the ground, with a strange blood red color, which looked a bit infiltrating.

Zhan Ming gritted his teeth, walked up to the big formation, and a drop of blood would come out from his fingertips, and dripped into the center eye of the big formation. In the next moment, he saw that the big formation seemed to be alive. It started to flow.

Zhan Ming was slightly startled, but he didn't back down, he still stood there, perhaps because of his natural trust in his seniors, Zhan Ming almost never had any bad results in his heart.

Slowly, the surrounding scenery turned faster and faster, Zhan Ming still stood firmly in the center of the big formation, the whirlwind around him squeezed his body, making him almost vomit, and then the next moment, it became more violent. The squeeze suddenly came, and Zhan Ming's eyes went dark. When he opened his eyes again, the situation around him had already changed.

He now finds himself standing in the middle of a hall, surrounded by bright daylight, the surface is smooth and visible white marble, beside him are twelve pillars of white jade, soaring to the sky, and in front of him is a road several hundred feet high. The white jade archway is magnificent.

Zhan Ming was stunned. If he had fantasized about the heavens, this is probably what he looked like.

He walked into the archway, and he knew where his destination was.

As soon as he entered the archway, Zhan Ming only felt that it was difficult to breathe. This place seemed to be like a heaven, with thin air and rich aura. If Zhan Ming hadn't known how to turn off the whole body sensor, he would have been blown away by the aura around him. up.

Zhan Ming walked up the towering white jade steps all the way up. What he wanted was in the palace on the first platform of the white jade steps. If he went further up, it was not the place he should go.

But even within this short distance, Zhan Ming only felt that every step he took weighed a thousand pounds, and he almost used all his strength to climb a ladder, and he did not dare to use his spiritual power indiscriminately in such a place , so it became more and more difficult. After an hour passed, he only climbed five or six steps.

Zhan Ming sat down on the steps and panted heavily. It's impossible to go on like this. The coercion here is so heavy and it's getting more and more difficult as you go up. If you don't use spiritual power, how long will he have to climb the thousand steps? Can Fu Zizheng return? wait!

Zhan Ming gritted his teeth, and finally could only decide to use a little bit of spiritual power.

Several of his key orifices were sealed by himself, and now he didn't dare to open more, only opened a small hole on his leg, but it was such a small movement, the pressure on his leg was indeed much smaller, And Zhan Ming kept paying attention to his surroundings during this process, for fear that his change would cause any discomfort, but when he found that there was no difference, he was relieved.

Zhan Ming started to go up. Because of the blessing of spiritual power, this time climbing the stairs was not as difficult as last time. Zhan Ming easily climbed the first hundred steps, but when he reached the hundred and first At that time, he encountered the previous predicament again.

At this time, Zhan Ming didn't care about anything else, since the first one opened, the latter could no longer stop the brakes.

As the stairs gradually rise, every hundred steps will become more difficult. By the time Zhan Ming reaches the first platform, he has opened up and down ten acupoints.

Zhan Ming lay on the ground panting heavily, but he was relieved in his heart, and finally climbed up.

He struggled to get up from the ground, and walked towards the White Jade Hall in the center of the platform. According to the alms bowl, this important hall is the Guanghua Hall, where all the things stored in front of the ancestor Yuanzhao were placed. The ancestors were born poor, and they didn't save anything good, just a few plants of fairy grass and some odds and ends, and Yansuihe was one of them, and the marrow of Xuanbing was also among them.

As soon as Zhan Ming entered the house, he found that the inside of the house was completely different from its appearance. The outside of the house was full of luxury, but the inside of the house was like an ordinary farmhouse. There was still a cup of steaming tea, a table and chairs on the floor, a plate of steamed buns on the table, Zhan Ming seemed to be able to smell the aroma, a windmill was inserted in the window, and his eyes were bright. There are a few beautiful stones scattered in the corner, like children's toys.

Such a house, which is full of mortal atmosphere, suddenly appeared in such a holy and grand place, Zhan Ming suddenly felt a lot of unreality.

Where the hell is this?