"Then I'll give this kid a word!"

The holy monk's hair is white, but his whole body is full of energy, and the words and sentences that come out of his mouth are as loud as a bell, which makes people deafening and excited.

After that, the holy monk stretched out his dry fingers, carved something in the void in front of him, and said complex and incomprehensible Buddhist scriptures in his mouth, which were profound and obscure, which shocked the rest of the Buddhist monks present, because they couldn't understand it at all, and it was not a level of existence at all.

Perhaps this is really a master from the Bodhi Holy Land, who walks the world, preaches, and benefits the vicissitudes of the world.

The monk carved a golden "swastika" character in the void, and kept chanting in his mouth, and the Buddhist scriptures resounded in the sky, from far and near, and from near to far, and the three thousand ways were integrated, causing heaven and earth to resonate with each other.

It was an incredible mystery, so complex that it was so complex that none of the monks present dared to resist it.

Even a few dormant immortal kings nearby cheered up and listened carefully.

The Bodhi Holy Land is an unknowable place for monks in the martial arts cultivation world, and the Nine Heavens Academy is still much mysterious, according to ancient historical records, the Bodhi Holy Land has the Buddha's divine seal, and the ancient emperor has to pay a certain price if he wants to break in.

Zhou Chuhan has a very good understanding, as if he is natural, and unconsciously follows the ladder of the monk to recite Buddhist scriptures.

This is an enviable understanding, but it is immediately transparent when it is dialed out.

"Little doll, the qualifications are very good, why not become a monk and cultivate Buddhism, maybe you can cultivate a golden body and become a generation of Buddhas!" The senior monk was very pleased with Zhou Chuhan's understanding, and intended to put it away as a disciple.

Hearing this, Wu Heng frowned, the old sage took Zhou Chu into the immortal path, not the Buddha Dao, the Tao is different, and it cannot be changed at will.

The senior monk was very open-minded, and when he saw Wu Heng's face was embarrassed, he smiled calmly: "Since Xiaoyou is unwilling to make decisions for this little doll, the poor monk is not strong." ”

"Thank you, Holy Monk!" Wu Heng nodded gratefully.

With the monks preaching the world, the deafening Buddhist scriptures continue to reverberate at the scene, as if there are thousands of golden bells being ringed, and a golden Ruixia descends from the void and falls on the body of the monk on the scene.

That's Buddha light!

The eminent monks shine with the light of the Buddha, hoping that their boundless Dharma can benefit everyone.

This is a selfless and fearless monk, completely different from the hypocritical monk of the empty plain, the realm is very high, and the body of Buddhism is as boundless as the sea, and even the immortal king hidden in the dark feels that he has benefited a lot and broken some shackles.

True Buddhism is very profound and sacred, and it is not as famous as one might think.

"Wow!"

In just ten minutes, hundreds of monks broke through the cultivation on the spot, broke the shackles of their bodies, and entered a new realm.

"The holy monk is really a master!"

"Thank you to the holy monk for preaching and helping the younger generations solve the century-old problem!"

Some people who broke through the realm of cultivation on the spot had no emotion, and only regretted that they had not met this holy monk earlier, otherwise they would definitely not have stayed here.

In this regard, Wu Heng was also secretly speechless, he didn't expect that the holy monk's preaching was really selfless and fearless, unreserved, and benefited all living beings in the world.

It's a pity that he didn't have a relationship with Buddhism, so he didn't get much benefit.

However, Zhou Chuhan's comprehension is a bit against the sky, just listening to the sermon in the air, and he can read those obscure Buddhist scriptures clearly and audibly, and there is a mysterious rhythm.

Seeing this, the monk nodded again and again, and couldn't help but want to take this girl into his door.

Zhou Chuhan is a rare genius of Buddhism in the world, but unfortunately the Tao is really different, this little girl is more suitable for entering the immortal path, maybe under the creation of chance, she can become a generation of empresses.

In the voice of people's grateful, the monk was very peaceful, the cloud was light, raised his hand, signaled people to be quiet, and also refused those who came to give gifts, and said: "The end of the world is coming, there is only so much that the poor monk can do, I hope it can help everyone, improve their strength, and fight against the invaders." ”

"Holy Monk Gaoyi!"

"The holy monk is selfless and fearless, and he is really a generation of Buddhist scholars!"

The audience was full of praise, but Zhao Guang was silent with a gloomy face, unable to listen to those Buddhist mysteries at all, and was impatient in his heart, waiting for the family immortal king to come.

"Once the family elders arrive, boy, you are dead!" Zhao Guang glanced at Wu Heng not far away, clenched his fists, and swore secretly.

"Swastika!"

The golden font carved by the monk in the void finally gathered thousands of Buddhist studies, blended the laws of the Great Dao, and formed a boundless power of the Holy Spirit.

"Little girl, the poor monk will give you this word, although it can't completely eradicate your body problems, but it can also temporarily let you be accommodated by this heaven and earth!" The senior monk looked at Zhou Chuhan, smiled kindly, and said that he raised his hand and waved, and flew the "swastika" in front of him, falling into Zhou Chuhan's eyebrows.

Xiao Chu was very polite, thanked the holy monk again and again, and said in a childish voice: "Thank you, old man." ”

"Good, good, good"

The senior monk stroked his beard and said three good words in a row.

And the monks present are all with a kind of jealousy, the monk with his own boundless Buddhism to portray this word, the integration of the world and the avenue of the world, now the word "swastika" to a little girl, really make many people feel regretful, secretly wonder why not their own god and Buddha words?

Seeing that the word "swastika" disappeared after being introduced into Xiao Chu's eyebrows, Wu Heng was shocked and speechless, and the aura of Xiao Chu's body obviously changed a lot.

"Thank you Holy Monk for giving me words!" Wu Heng was also grateful, he saw that the word "swastika" of the holy monk was by no means simple, it blended into the world, and now it was integrated into Zhou Chuhan's eyebrows, which was also equivalent to making her melt by heaven in disguise and no longer suppressed.

For people's gratitude and gratitude, the holy monk nodded calmly, no joy and no worries, but in the depths of his eyes, there seemed to be a kind of uneasiness, an inexplicable uneasiness.

The end times are coming, and all the holy monks can do is to spread Buddhism throughout their lives, hoping to cultivate more strong people.

It stands to reason that Buddhism should not pay attention to all mundane things, but heaven also has the virtue of a good life, as a Buddhist monk, how can he ignore the world?

"Who is it?"

In the voice of people's gratitude, a majestic questioning voice suddenly exploded in the sky, which was particularly abrupt.

An immortal king came, menacing, an elder who looked like he was in his sixties, his hair was very short, his black hair intersected, and every hair was like a steel needle, and his spirit was vigorous, and he stepped from Tianyu and descended on the top of people's heads.

When Zhao Guang saw the visitor, he was immediately overjoyed, pointed at Wu Heng and shouted: "Elder Xu, it's this kid who injured me for no reason, and he made disrespectful remarks, thinking that the Zhao Emperor clan is nothing!"

Elder Xu's eyes were sharp, and he struck Wu Heng like lightning, and asked in a deep voice, "Boy, did you really say that?!"