Looking at the rows of buildings full of antiquity, magnificent atmosphere, and the style is very different from that of the temples in the hinterland of the Central Plains, Wu Ming's expression is calm.

Stayed in the Shaolin Temple of Zen Ancestral Court for two years, Wu Ming went to the Relic Pagoda, saw the Daxiong Treasure Palace, and later saw the dilapidated Longquan Temple, although it was deeply entangled with Buddhism, but there were not many temples that he had seen.

So much so that when he returned to the Southern Wei Dynasty, he went to the Nanhua Temple founded by Huineng just for the cause and effect of the year!

Seriously speaking, King Kong Temple is not only in the Western Regions, but in the entire Tantric Buddhism, it has the same status as Shaolin Temple, and it is also one of the ancestral courts.

It's just that Shaolin Temple is the ancestral garden of Zen Buddhism, and King Kong Temple is the ancestral garden of Tantric Buddhism.

Although they belong to the same sect of Buddhism, the Taoist traditions are diametrically opposed, and even in order to compete for who is orthodox, Zen Buddhism and Tantric Buddhism have had more than one death fight.

In the end, Zen Buddhism won, Tantra was driven out of the anointed land of Shenzhou, such as the King Kong Temple and other heavenly sects, can only survive in the Western Regions and other barren places, and today there is almost a danger of extinction of the inheritance.

Compared with the Shaolin Temple, which is in full swing, the King Kong Temple can't even be called the West Mountain!

"Ten thousand years of ancient temples, magnificent!"

Wu Ming stopped, looking at the top of the mountain, red as fire, red as the sky.

"Little friend, the abbot has been waiting for a long time!"

Venerable Moko said softly.

"Huh!"

Wu Ming did not take a step, and still pointed to the temple complex with emotion, "In the past, I studied in the Shaolin Temple of the Zen Ancestral Garden, but I never thought that now I have come to the King Kong Temple of the Ancestral Court of the Secret Sect, and it is indeed related to my Buddha!"

After all, the relationship between Tantra and Zen Buddhism is not harmonious, but it is not a matter of junior participation, it is a deep battle for the purpose of Taoism.

Moko's face was already very dark, and it was even darker at this time, as if he remembered something bad, but he couldn't attack.

After all, in his opinion, an outsider would not understand the battles between Zen Buddhism and Tantra, which were real murder without blood, more terrifying than any sword and sword.

"Oh, look at me touching the scene at this time, it is really the Buddha rhyme of your temple is too prosperous, it reminds me of the old knowledge of the past, and I feel it, don't blame the master!"

Wu Ming patted his head and confessed again and again.

"It's okay, please!"

Mo Ke's expression was calm, not sad or happy, and he gave a faint salute.

"Please!"

Wu Ming didn't seem to realize it, and followed closely.

The main hall is not on the top of the mountain, but in the middle of the two peaks adjacent to each other, the mountain is built openly, it is more majestic, and the two peaks are like the door god arching the temple.

In fact, that's exactly what happened.

With Wu Ming's eyesight, it can naturally be seen that these two peaks are the two King Kongs, and they are the core of the formation of the King Kong Temple.

Once a foreign enemy comes to attack, I am afraid that it will come back to life, turn into Heaven and Earth King Kong, and suppress the enemy, even if it is a sage, it is difficult to take it lightly, this is the essence of the Tianpin Sect.

It is also the reason why the Great Snow Mountain clearly surpassed the Kongo Temple, but it did not dare to forcibly suppress it with its strength, but instead encroached on the root cause of the weakening step by step.

Of course, it does not only refer to this great array of protectors and the King Kong Mountain, but to the foundation of the King Kong Temple itself!

No one dares to guarantee that the King Kong Temple, which has been inherited for eternity, will have what kind of hole cards and back hands, and those who do not know what to do can only test a little bit, and do not dare to directly impact the mountain gate.

"Yuan Xiang, Yuan Tu!"

When he saw the main hall, Venerable Mo Ke suddenly stopped and said to the two, "This trip is hard, you go down to rest first, and I will take Xiaoyou to see the abbot for the rest!"

"Disciple obeys!"

Although the two are Vajra protectors and their status is equivalent to that of the Venerable of Vajra Temple, they are the younger generations in the end, and they have dignity and inferiority, so they said goodbye to Wu Ming and left.

"Little friend, please!"

Watching the two of them leave, Venerable Mo Ke led Wu Ming forward again until he entered the main hall.

In the empty and majestic hall, there is an old monk with white eyebrows and white beard, shirtless, silently twisting Buddha beads, and there are three Buddha Venerables with faces about forty or fifty years old on the left and right.

"Junior Wu Ming, I have seen the general trend to the abbot, and I have seen all the masters!"

Wu Ming clasped his hands together and bowed slightly, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Xiaoyou came from afar, and it was hard all the way!"

The cloudy eyes of the white-eyed old monk were completely dull, like an old man who was about to die, but his voice was extremely loud.

"Don't dare, cause and effect are riddled, the kid just obeys the will of heaven!"

Wu Ming said with a smile.

"Although it is cause and effect, Xiaoyou has a lot to do with it!"

The white-eyed old monk bowed slightly, and his right hand was drawn to the side, where there was a Venerable Moke holding a tray covered with a red cloth and said, "This is the Tantric "Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong" to thank Xiaoyou, there are all kinds of magical changes in it, and Xiaoyou can understand one or two. ”

"Thank you, Abbot!"

Wu Ming was also not polite, took a jade slip inside, sat cross-legged on the spot, and put it on his eyebrows to check, but he could clearly see from the corner of his eye that the faces of several Venerable Buddhas had changed faintly.

"Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong" is worthy of being the first tantric refining foundation technique, and its mysteries are not as good as Shaolin Temple's Vajra is not bad, and even the first ten can be said to be quite mediocre.

However, this exercise has thirteen folds, and each of the last three folds can be said to be a reborn change.

Especially the many cultivation methods inside, just by reading it, Wu Ming found a lot of things to figure out with "Ming Wang Fudozun", as well as the fork in the road when he practiced.

Of course, these forks in the road have been made up for again and again, and there have been many improvements, and they are no longer shackled by a single exercise.

But overall, this exercise did give him a lot of inspiration, and while making up for his own shortcomings, his physical cultivation could go further.

It's just that no one knows that Wu Ming is not indispensable for this exercise, with the boundary bead in hand, and the subtlety obtained from the stone tablet, as long as there is enough time, he can deduce and perfect the appropriate exercise little by little.

But what he lacks most is time, and only this "Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong", which can be combined with "Ming Wang Fudozun", can save him countless time for deduction.

Moreover, only a tantric ancestral court like the Vajra Temple has a secret technique that can allow him to perfectly save the work of penance!

"Thank you, Abbot!"

Wu Ming bowed his head and said, "The matter of King Kong Temple has been understood, how to do it, and please ask the abbot to show it." ”

The monks were obviously relieved, in their opinion, this is the normal feeling of taking people with short hands and eating people with soft mouths!

"Since Xiaoyou is straight to the point, Lao Wei has nothing to hide!"

The white-eyed old monk's eyebrows stretched slightly, and his voice was like a flood of bells, "Now it is a chaotic world of demons, and my King Kong Temple has suppressed the underground demon cave for countless years, and I can't do it, but I have to ask for foreign help."

Zhan Tai, a disciple of the Great Snow Mountain, now dares to intercept Xiaoyou outside the mountain gate, and his ferocity can be seen.

Now they disregard morality and want to destroy my inheritance and take away my mountain gate, and we can't easily act because of the temple rules and precepts, so we can only ask Xiaoyou to take action!"

Wu Ming's face was solemn, and he said righteously: "hoeing the strong and helping the weak, and supporting justice, is the righteousness of my generation, but it is only a slight word in the subordinates, and it was even injured in the hands of the Zhantai thief before, I am afraid it will ......"

"Xiaoyou misunderstood, I'm waiting for you to make a move, naturally I don't want you to use the Great Grandmaster cultivation as a hard Half-Saint Venerable!"

The white-eyed old monk smiled and waved his hand, straightened his back, and said proudly, "Xiaoyou is now entangled in the cause and effect of heaven and earth, since my temple invites you to help, it will never let you fall into a disadvantageous situation."

I have a method in Tantra, called the Tibetan empowerment, with the relics of the monks of my temple in the past dynasties, for you to wash the cause and effect, poured with supreme Buddha power, to help you cast an immortal golden body, the achievement of the Buddha's Venerable karma.

With Xiaoyou's talent, it is enough to compete with that Zhan Tai to extinguish the Ming, and this misfortune in our temple can also be lifted!"

Wu Ming frowned slightly, as if he was worried, and muttered: "This is ...... from what I said before."

"Little friend, rest assured, although the method of empowerment is dangerous, but with the full support of the senior monks of this temple, there will never be any danger!"

The white-eyed old monk swore and promised.

"So...... It's better to obey your fate than to be respectful!"

Wu Ming dispelled his worries and said in a deep voice, "The Zhan Tai thief deceived me too much, without further ado, please ask the abbot to arrange it as soon as possible, and be ashamed before it snows!"

"That being the case, sooner rather than later, Xiaoyou has taken the Dragon Elephant King Kong Pill now, and his spirit is as full as one, it is the best time!"

The white-eyed old monk stood up and said.

"Huh? Can you do it now? Wouldn't it be too hasty, don't you need to prepare for it?"

Wu Ming was stunned.

"It's okay!"

The white-eyed old monk walked slowly, his eyes burning, and said, "This temple has been waiting for this day for a long time, and has been waiting for a master of the world who is destined for my Buddha to solve this dilemma for my temple!"

"That's good! It's better to be respectful than to obey orders! But where is this empowerment going to take place?"

Wu Ming nodded.

"Right here!"

The white-eyed old monk smiled kindly, as bright as a chrysanthemum, "Please Xiaoyou wide clothes!"

"Huh?"

Wu Ming shuddered, thinking that this old monk had some special hobbies, and after the other party explained, he reluctantly took off his coat, leaving only a small coat and shorts.

Airplanes!

The main hall was closed, and seven or eight old monks who were about to enter the ground, each holding a special tantric weapon in their hands, beat gongs and drums like dancing gods, and chanted words in their mouths.

Wu Ming noticed that above the dome of the main hall, there were countless stars lit up, which were extremely charming and profound, as if they could draw their eyes in.

"Please also ask the little friend not to resist, relax your mind, the old man will use secret techniques to add Buddha power to you, help you comprehend the fusion of "Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong" and "Ming Wang Fudozun", and break through the Buddha's golden body in one fell swoop!"

The white-eyed old monk asked Wu Ming to sit down, holding a golden bowl the size of a tea bowl in his left hand, containing a liquid that emitted golden light, and holding a vermilion brush in his right hand, leaving a mysterious Sanskrit text on Wu Ming's shoulder.

Snort!

The tip of the pen fell like cooking oil in a fire, more like a soldering iron, directly embedded in the flesh, but Wu Ming only frowned slightly, as if he didn't have any sense of touch.

The white-eyed old monk bowed slightly, and put down his pen again, like a dragon and snake flying, seemingly simple to draw and write runes, but with the appearance of golden runes, sweat appeared on his forehead, as if he was extremely consumed.

Every rune formed, a touch of golden light was released, and after being restrained, Wu Ming's body surface had a faint layer of gold, as if it had been tempered by an invisible force.