The lotus platform on the Wishing Pavilion emitted a faint golden light, and the golden light in the three small lotus flowers on it flickered and swayed. "Little monk, what's going on!" Ruotong saw the changes in the lotus platform and hurriedly asked Buchen on the side. "Make a wish, the light is self-evident!" Buchen also showed a surprised expression. "Little monk, what the hell is going on!" Ruo Tong asked as he stared straight at the Lotus Terrace.

"The wishing lantern is bright, as long as you make a wish in front of the lamp sincerely, you can realize your wish!" Buchen explained to Ruotong, and said suspiciously: "There is no one in this wishing pavilion, why is this wishing lantern self-evident?"

"Then I'm going to make a wish quickly!" Ruotong didn't listen to Buchen's words at all, and immediately stood in front of the lotus platform with his hands folded and his eyes closed. Buchen didn't stop her, because this wishing lamp only represents a kind of one's own expectations, and it is up to oneself to realize one's wishes after all. He didn't tell Ruotong about this, after all, he is a member of Buddhism, and it will always be disrespectful to say it.

The three little lotus flowers flashed with golden light, and Buchen looked at it again and again, but he didn't see what made this wishing light come to light. Suddenly, he curiously put his hand on the little lotus, and his hand also emitted golden light. "Boom~" Buchen's brain was like being hit by a sledgehammer, and the whole person's consciousness fell into a peculiar state.

Buchen saw that there were many figures fighting, but he couldn't see these people clearly, and his eyes were always blurry. "Don't!" it was as if a woman's voice had reached Buchen's ears. "Why is this voice so familiar!" Buchen heard the woman's voice, wondering who it was. Suddenly, the crowd shone with golden light, and a figure could be faintly seen sitting in the golden light. When the golden light appeared, the surrounding figures fell down in an instant, but there were still people frantically attacking the figure. Finally, the person in the golden light moved, and he couldn't see what he did at all, and he only saw that all the figures had fallen, and only the person in the golden light was alone. He turned, holding his breath to see the man's face. It's a pity that at the same time as the person turned around, Buchen's head tingled. "Ah~" Buchen couldn't help but scream, and when he opened his eyes, he was still standing in front of the lotus platform, with his hand on the little lotus, the difference was that the entire lotus platform was plain and still dusty.

"What's going on?" Buchen withdrew his hand and looked at the lotus platform again. "Little monk, how can I shed tears!" Ruotong on the side opened his eyes and found that there were still undried tears on his cheeks. When Buchen heard Ruotong's words, his heart was even more shocked and indescribable, and the scene just now came to his mind again.

"Huh, why is the wishing lantern gone!" Ruotong also noticed the lotus platform and said suspiciously. Buchen was still thinking about the scene just now, and he didn't hear Ruotong's words at all. "Little monk!" Ruo Tong glared at Bu Chen, who looked like a wooden stick. "Oh!" Buchen was awakened by Ruotong, hurriedly put aside the things in his heart, tidied up his clothes and said, "It's not too early, let's go back!" After speaking, Buchen took the lead downstairs.

Ruotong looked at the sky outside, and wanted to call Buchen, but for some reason, he obediently followed Buchen down the attic. After the two of them left, a crack broke in the lotus platform, and the three small lotus flowers on it slowly dissipated into the air like sand.

There was nothing to say all the way, Buchen was thinking about things, and Ruotong was also strange about his behavior, obviously he should have stopped Buchen and then said him mercilessly, but now he is obediently following Buchen back to the temple.

The Temple of the Past Life is still deserted, and after Ruotong and Buchen came back, they happened to meet the old monk who came out of the Buddhist hall. "You're back!" the old monk said and looked at Buchen, but then there was a look of shock in his eyes, "Buchen, you come with me!" The old monk opened his mouth and entered the Buddha hall again.

"Yes, master!" Buchen was also a little puzzled by the master's expression, glanced at Ruotong, and walked towards the inside of the Buddhist hall.

"Buchen, what did you encounter when you went out this time?" the old monk asked Buchen with a serious expression. "Nothing!" Buchen looked at the master suspiciously. "Nothing?" The old monk stared at Buchen for a long time and said, "Then why did you become an acquired ninefold martial artist, and besides, your cultivation of the Sutra has also increased a lot." After the old monk finished speaking, Buchen felt his body, and then he felt that the qi in his body was extremely strong, and the Duren Sutra, which had not been moving for a long time, was also running on its own.

The Sutra of Salvation is the nameless Buddhist scripture in the mouth of the old monk, which was left by the presiding officer of the Temple of the Past Death, and no one has been able to cultivate it, and Buchen is the only person who can cultivate this scripture. But even if you are not able to cultivate, your entry into the realm is extremely slow, and when you only cultivate to the acquired fivefold realm, there is no movement. This time when he went out, Buchen directly jumped into the ninefold realm of the day after tomorrow, how to make the old monk not surprised, and jumped to the four-layer realm, even if it was the day after tomorrow, he had never heard of it.

"Master, the disciple doesn't know why?" Buchen knew that he had become an acquired ninefold martial artist, and he hadn't recovered for a while. "Tell me in detail what happened when you went out this time!" the old monk asked. So Buchen started from him and Ruotong going out of the temple, went to the town to save people, and finally talked about the abandoned Wishing Pavilion.

"The deserted Wishing Pavilion?" the old monk narrowed his eyes, what really made him pay attention to what Buchen said about the wishing in the Wishing Pavilion. All the temples that build the Wishing Pavilion, after the people leave, the Wishing Lantern will be taken away, and I have never heard of the Wishing Lantern, and the Wishing Lantern is self-evident, unheard of.

"Okay, you go down!" the old monk probably had already guessed something, so he asked Buchen to go back to the house first. "Yes!" Buchen turned around and walked out of the Buddha Hall, he said everything that should be explained, and the only thing he hid was the scene in his mind.

Night soon came, and after Buchen Ruotong fell asleep, the old monk went out of the Temple of Death alone, and quickly disappeared into the night between steps. In less than half a pillar of incense, in front of the abandoned Wishing Pavilion in Anning Town, the old monk was already standing here at this time.

The deserted Wishing Pavilion still looked ordinary in the night, and the old monk looked up at the Wishing Pavilion and stepped inside. After carefully looking at the places on the first floor, the old monk did not find anything unusual, and slowly walked to the top floor of the attic.

On the top floor of the Wishing Pavilion, the lotus platform was covered with dust, and a crack was opened in the middle, and the old monk only saw these, and did not see the three wishing lamps that Buchen said. But Buchen definitely wouldn't lie to him, and Buchen didn't say that the lotus platform was cracking, but what the old monk saw at this time was completely different from what Buchen said.

The old monk closed his eyes and felt the entire Wishing Pavilion, and finally he noticed a trace of abnormality, a trace of inexplicable Buddha's will, which was filling the lotus platform in front of him. The old monk opened his eyes and knew why the wishing lamp that Buchen said was gone, and what Buchen saw was not the wishing lamp at all, but the illusion created by the immortal Buddha's will.

"Who the hell is it?" the old monk couldn't help it even if he knew the reason. Since the other party has left an immortal Buddha will, it means that he has died, and he has no way to do anything about this Buddha will, only to ask that this Buddha will not do anything unfavorable to him. "Amitabha!" the old monk saluted and said the Buddha's name, and then left the Wishing Pavilion.

Buchen entered the ninth level of the day after tomorrow, and after Ruotong knew, his small mouth couldn't close for a long time, which was too unbelievable. After a while, she smiled happily, because the Dust Mortal Passage had eliminated most of the mysterious vitality in his body, and in this way, within two years, the vitality in her body would be completely eliminated. Thinking of her father's expression when she knew the news, Ruotong's heart was full of anticipation, expecting Grandpa Shanhuai to bring her father to see her earlier.

"Little monk, give me a barbecue!" Ruotong boredly teased the butterfly in his hand, and made a fire to barbecue meat on the side. The two returned to their usual days of fetching water and barbecue, and occasionally went to the town to play. Although Buchen is already an acquired nine-fold martial artist, Ruotong still often beats him, in her words: "The acquired nine-fold martial artist is also a defeated general under me!"

"The meat is roasted!" Buchen still sat on the side after roasting the meat and closed his eyes to recuperate, Ruotong was eating and enjoying it, but what she didn't notice was that Buchen, who usually closed his eyes, was secretly squinting at her, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.