Sleepless nights...

Xuanzang gathered spirits and meditated until the early hours of the morning, and finally broke through to the realm of six-star spirit disciples!

Spiritual consciousness has become more accessible, and even with eyes closed, it is possible to feel the environment around you.

At this time, the earth has not yet woken up, and in the quiet spiritual grass garden, blue, white, and pink flowers are blooming, immersed in the moonlight, wet with dew, and gently swaying their waists in the breeze...

Grasshoppers, crickets and fat frogs, in the grass, in the trees, by the pond, rhythmically singing lyrical tunes, echoing in Xuanzang's ears...

Suddenly, there was a violent shaking inside the cave!

Xuanzang retracted his consciousness and opened his eyes, only to see that the murals around him had dimmed.

"Yan Xuanzang, male, 15 years old, sixth-layer spiritual disciple.

Light Wood Dual Attribute Best Spirit Root, Light Attribute, Not Activated, Wood Attribute, Not Activated!

Internal strength, none;

martial arts, the lower grade of the yellow rank "Bagua Dialing the Cloud Palm";

Pupil technique, Zixia Divine Skill (created by Fuxian Bodhisattva)!"

Bursts of Sanskrit sounds came from all around, and Xuanzang was very surprised by the sound of Weng's anger, is there anyone here?

"Who are you? How do you know my name?" Looking around the empty surroundings, the voice was gentle and kind, and Xuanzang Fox suspected a trace of intimacy.

I saw that the light of the mural gradually dimmed, and the pictures and texts flew out of the mural, slowly converging into a figure in front of Xuanzang.

It is an old monk who is covered in red mist and seems to have colorful clouds flying!

The old monk wears a jeweled robe, with the wishful beads, mani beads, dust-repelling beads, and wind-fixing beads, and the red agate, purple coral, night pearls, and dust beads.

Steal the moon and white, and compete with the sun. The fairy spirit is empty, and the auspicious light is holy.

The old monk spoke: "Little donor Xuanzang, you practice my Puxian method, and you have a relationship with my Buddha." That is, there is fate, and the poor monk has something to ask for!"

Xuanzang folded his hands together, looking at the old monk's outfit like a Bodhisattva: "The Bodhisattva is polite, and the younger generation has no intention of disturbing the noble treasure land. ”

Buddhism has a long history, dating back to the first Five Emperors period, and has developed very well in the past hundred years, Xuanzang has considered wanting to escape into Buddhism, but he doesn't really want to shave his head...

Xuanzang smiled embarrassedly, after learning the Taoism of this Fuxian Bodhisattva, he would not forcibly accept himself as an apprentice, I heard that the first thing to do when he got started was that the teacher shaved the apprentice...

If Fuxian Bodhisattva is Xuanzang's inner thoughts, he must be flattered, you must know that the Dharma was far above him before the reincarnation of the Buddha of Zhantan Merit.

Buddha is the highest rank, followed by bodhisattvas, and finally arhats.

Fuxian Bodhisattva smiled: "Xiaoyou is polite, the poor monk has a mount, named the six-tusked white elephant, sealed and in the mountain, the aura of heaven and earth is bred into a new spirit, and I want to entrust you to take care of it." ”

Speaking of this, Fuxian Bodhisattva paused, he wanted to see what Xuanzang's reaction was.

Xuanzang is not stupid: "Bodhisattva, the husband is not guilty of his guilt, I am afraid that I am not able to take care of this strange beast at present, you see..."

As he spoke, Xuanzang stopped his gaze on the brocade robe on the Fuxian Bodhisattva.

Fuxian's face was full of peace, and he was amused in his heart: Although the Buddha of Zhantan Merit has been reincarnated, his eyes are still vicious, and he actually fell in love with the acquired merit treasure on his body, the brocade robe!

"Haha, wonderful, wonderful, I'll give you a red silkworm robe, and if you live and practice in the future, this robe will also have supreme creation. ”

After Fuxian Bodhisattva finished speaking, he waved his hand, and Xuanzang had one more piece on his body, as if he was a robe made close to his body.

This robe is made of ice silkworms, and the skillful craftsman turns it into a thread; Square clusters of embroidery seams, pieces of each other to help pile up brocade; exquisitely scattered bucket makeup, bright color and bright light spray Baoyan.

Xuanzang looked at himself and was very happy.