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The appearance of the gray-robed old monk, although Zheng Fan could think of it, did not relax his vigilance and took out the metal body from the brocade bag.

"The little benefactor is afraid that the poor monk will harm you?"

Seeing Zheng Fan grasping the metal man with one hand, causing the metal man to quickly turn into a liquid state and wrap the glowing soul, the gray-robed old monk didn't seem to expect him to be so suspicious.

"The soul is no better than the body, and there is no room for carelessness, and if I don't have a body, it will be inconvenient for me to go out." Zheng Fan, who turned into a metal man after a short time, gave an explanation to the gray-robed old monk.

"Although the poor monk feels that the little benefactor has not completely given up, the mind you are showing now does not seem to have any intention of reincarnating into the innate path at all." The gray-robed old monk stopped outside the door, his expression showing a rare hesitation.

"Before stepping into the path of reincarnation, since there are conditions, why don't I make more preparations." Zheng Fan seems to be very frank.

In fact, the gray-robed old monk was not mistaken, Zheng Fan really didn't want to step into the path of reincarnation, especially when the soul body was solidified, which made him see some possibilities.

After thinking about it secretly these days, Zheng Fan felt that what he lacked was just a physical body.

"At least thirty-six ancient Sanskrit texts, for the time being, the impact on my soul body is not very great, and my metal body also contains the origin bloodline, and the thirty-six ancient Sanskrit texts are not too exclusive to it, this should be a rare respite." Zheng Fan, who is good at calculation, has already activated his mind a lot at this time, and even deduced a lot of possibilities.

"The little donor should know that you don't have many choices now, if you don't enter the path of reincarnation, there is only one possibility of giving up." The gray-robed old monk felt a little blind.

"It's true that as the master said, I'm almost at the point of desperation now, but I think this metal body may have some use, and if it can replace my physical body, maybe it can do something." Zheng Fan walked out of the guest room and calmly said to the gray-robed old monk.

"The little benefactor wants to use this metal body containing the origin bloodline to raise the ancients?" The gray-robed old monk seemed to understand what Zheng Fan meant.

"Since the physical body can be used to raise the ancients, why can't this metal body?" Zheng Fan's eyes narrowed slightly.

The gray-robed old monk thought about it for a while, and then left the courtyard with Zheng Fan.

"Something happened after ringing so many bells early in the morning?" Zheng Fan followed the gray-robed old monk on the path, and while heading to the back mountain, he opened his mouth and asked him.

"The death aura of the Netherworld Abyss is difficult to suppress, because the seal of the Blood Hidden Secret Realm has been broken, and the seal must be re-sealed." Although the gray-robed old monk said it simply, it made Zheng Fan realize that the situation was unusual.

"It's been a few days since I came to Tiansui Temple, but I haven't seen Abbot Tianyun, where the master is taking me now, was it instructed by Abbot Tianyun?" Zheng Fan asked tentatively.

"What does the little donor think?"

The gray-robed old monk kept under his feet and said with a faint smile.

"I just don't think the master has any reason to help me."

Zheng Fan said frankly, and he also had some guesses in his heart about the place where the old monk took him.

Regarding Zheng Fan's vigilance, the gray-robed old monk did not give him an answer.

"Isn't it the back mountain?"

Following the gray-robed old monk to a remote place behind Tiansui Mountain, seeing him release a cloud of clouds, Zheng Fan's expression couldn't help but be a little calm.

"There is a rather strange place in the Yunhai Mountain Range, which is the legendary ancient Buddha cave, can the little donor know?" The gray-robed old monk asked with a slightly meaningful smile.

"You brought me to a remote place in the back mountain to tell me about this, which is quite unsightly." Zheng Fan wiped his metal eyelids, and he already had doubts about the old monk's intentions.

"There are indeed two places in Tiansui Mountain, which are more suitable for small donors, one is the Tallinn in the back mountain, and the other is the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of the main gate, the poor monk is just not sure where to take you." The gray-robed old monk stood on the cloud and motioned for Zheng Fan to follow.

"I need to use my metal body to nourish the ancients."

Zheng Fan's mind was extremely resolute, not only did he not care about the gray robe's rational judgment, but wanted to use it to get an opportunity.

"In the Yunhai Mountain Range, there is no place suitable for the little donor to use the metal body to raise the ancients, as far as the poor monk knows, among the six major sects of the Taifeng Dynasty, only the Qiling Volcano of the Luoxia Sect is possible." I don't know what the purpose of the gray-robed monk was to provide Zheng Fan with a way out.

"Whew~~~"

The gray-robed old monk who controlled the clouds flew up to the sky with the help of the clouds and mist of the Yunhai Mountain Range, making it difficult to find that he was approaching the cloud and mist giant Buddha in the west with Zheng Fan.

"I thought the ancient Buddha caves were in the mountains."

Zheng Fan was sure that the gray-robed old monk was controlling the movement of the clouds, and he did not hide his suspicions.

"If the little donor can enter the ancient Buddha cave, he must not move, I only hope that the little donor can be influenced by the Buddha nature and Buddha will there, and feel his own 36 ancient Sanskrit." The gray-robed old monk reminded Zheng Fan.

"Master, you'd better be honest with me, I've never believed in pie in the sky." Zheng Fan's metal face showed a playful smile.

"Compared with cultivating immortals, the way to cultivate Buddha is getting narrower and narrower, after the twelfth step, and then it is even more bitter and difficult to feel, the little donor has thirty-six ancient Sanskrit texts, and I have a fate, which is also a reason for the poor monk to take you to the ancient Buddha cave, it is not a secret, in the Tiansui Temple, no one has been able to enter it for thousands of years." The gray-robed old monk faintly revealed bitterness.

"What else?"

Getting closer to the huge Cloud Buddha of the Yunhai Mountain Range, the more Zheng Fan felt that it was immeasurable.

"Before the little donor enters the ancient Buddha cave, the poor monk hopes that the little donor can carve out a copy of the thirty-six ancient Sanskrit words on the soul, if the little donor can successfully enter the ancient Buddha cave, please also ask the little donor to bring out the Thousand Buddha Sticks from the inside." The gray-robed old monk was a little embarrassed at first, but when he said that, his expression became extremely solemn.

"The master has something to ask, but it can make me feel at ease, in fact, there is something in my heart, I have been curious for a while, that is, why do some exercises and ancient artifacts especially care about the number thirty-six?" Zheng Fan asked something suspicious.

"The number thirty-six, on the way to cultivation, has the meaning of consummation of Zhoutian, and also represents the level of the ancient monks when they reached the extreme, whether it is cultivating immortals or cultivating Buddhas, in fact, they are all different paths to the same end, as the so-called ascending high and looking into the distance, but unfortunately, with the current cultivation of poor monks, it is really difficult to see the situation after the twelfth order." The gray-robed old man took Zheng Fan and landed on a cloud platform on the west side of the Yunhai Mountain Range.

"What does the master mean is that the division of the three realms and the twelve levels of the general level of immortal cultivation also occupies twelve numbers in the path of the thirty-six consummation of Zhou Tian?" Zheng Fan only felt that the three realms and the twelve orders were already very difficult.

"Seeing immortals is not immortals, but even if it is a spiritual way, it can occupy the number of twelve in the thirty-six consummation weeks, but it must not be underestimated, and the cultivation path that the little donor wants to take now is the foundation of the thirty-six consummation weeks." The gray-robed old monk said with a smile.

"Master is trying to say, with my current state, even if I am strong enough to walk the twelfth order spiritual path, it is difficult to say whether I can pass it, let alone after the twelfth order? Thirty-six consummation of the week, the more difficult it will be in the future, the foundation is not firm, and the overthrow is also a foregone conclusion. Zheng Fan's expression deepened a lot.

"If it's only the twelfth order, you may have some opportunities, you don't have an innate body, and you still forcibly cultivate ancient breath, which in the eyes of the poor monks, has already buried many hidden dangers, and now you are all strengthening your own support, let alone in the future." The gray-robed old monk looked at Zheng Fan and shook his head, his expression regretful.

"What is this?"

followed Zheng Fan, who was walking on the sea of clouds, not only did he not feel soft, but he was down-to-earth.

"Come with the poor monk."

The gray-robed old monk in front stepped out, taking Zheng Fan as if shrinking into inches, constantly narrowing the distance between him and the majestic Cloud Buddha.

Zheng Fan, who had a metal body, seemed to be unable to control his body, and when the gray-robed old monk stepped out without landing on the ground, his body was almost out of balance and taken away, and he felt that thousands of rays of light were rapidly retreating.

"What a great way!"

It was only then that Zheng Fan realized the power of the gray-robed old monk.

"Whew~~~"

When Zheng Fan's perception was stable and he was brought to, he couldn't even see the majestic Cloud Buddha clearly, and there was only a black stone wall with clouds in front of him.

"Tianyin was ordered by the abbot to take this little benefactor of Zheng Fan into the ancient Buddha cave, and asked the three uncles to complete it." The gray-robed old monk turned around and saluted a sleek hill and spoke loudly.

Zheng Fan then turned around and looked around, only to feel that the old monk was saluting at a cloud-filled hill, which looked like an extremely huge wooden fish.

"Although Tianyun said that this son had said the situation, he didn't let him enter the Ancient Buddha Cave, especially when he lost his physical body, he couldn't be careless when he entered the Ancient Buddha Cave, how do you know that this kid doesn't have the heart to give up." The old man's deep voice, coming out of the misty hill, seemed unceremonious.

"It is precisely because the ancient Buddha cave is related to the rise and fall of the temple, so I also ask the three uncles to weigh and consider, Zheng Fan's little donor has thirty-six ancient reincarnation Sanskrit, and has a deep Buddha relationship, and I have already told him that before entering the ancient Buddha cave, let him leave a copy of the thirty-six reincarnation Sanskrit inscriptions." The gray-robed old monk took a deep breath and said.

"The son of the devil can't enter the ancient Buddha cave, and it's okay to leave thirty-six reincarnation Sanskrit." Another non-negotiable words of abomination came out, causing Zheng Fan's metallic face to frown.

"Whether Zheng Fan's little benefactor has a Buddha fate or not, let the ancient Buddha caves judge it, and I hope that the three uncles will not blame Tianyin for making their own opinions." Regarding the statement revealed by the sleek hill, the gray-robed old monk stretched out his right palm to Zheng Fan and backhanded, and he was directly sent to the black stone wall covered with clouds.

"Buzz~~~"

An extremely surging will erupted from the sleek hill like a wooden fish, causing the fluctuations of the sea of clouds to stop in an instant.

"Whoosh~~~"

After a time and space seemed to be banned, the golden whip Hua was thrown out of the sleek hill, as if it was spreading rapidly towards Zheng Fan endlessly.

(The first update will be delivered.) ）