When he saw the two treasures shining with golden light in front of him, Yu Geng's eyes could no longer move a bit, and the aura emanating from them deeply attracted him, and he had a feeling that he was of the same origin.

Just when Yu Geng was still stunned, the brocade robe floated in the air and opened automatically, and the Futian block embroidered with gold thread on it emitted a dazzling light. All the Buddhas folded their hands, worshiped respectfully, and prostrated on the ground.

Yu Geng stood up from the ground at this time, and slowly walked to the side of the brocade robe, the robe was gently draped on Yu Geng's body, and the nine-ring tin staff also fell from the air at this time, and floated leisurely into Yu Geng's hand.

At this time, the breath of the stinging Geng changed greatly, and the originally delicate face seemed to be much rounder at this time, exuding the breath of great compassion and endless Zen.

The Buddhas raised their heads slightly, and when they saw the stinging Geng in front of them wearing a robe and holding a nine-ring tin staff, his body exuded a compassionate atmosphere, and they sang in unison: "Amitabha! ”

Even the tribal leader put down his original leadership demeanor at this time, and reverently knelt in front of Yu Geng.

"Zong Wusheng, you have a deep relationship with my Buddhism, and I hope to send the Buddha to the west and build a Buddha statue for them?"

The Buddha's hideous face showed a rare hint of cunning. Zong Wusheng responded with a smile: "It should be like this." ”

Zong Wusheng was unequivocal, and summoned the Heavenly Hanging Needle to come to Yu Geng, who folded his hands and bowed slightly to show his gratitude. After the ceremony, the Heavenly Hanging Needle had already appeared in the hands of Zong Wusheng. I saw Zong Wusheng draw out of thin air on the position of Yu Geng's chest, and a big red swastika was formed, which suddenly floated into Yu Geng's chest and disappeared. Immediately afterwards, a round of golden aura suddenly appeared behind Yu Geng's head, which was fleeting.

"Yu Geng, now that you are a Dharma Buddha, you need to absorb the power of faith to cultivate, as for the level of your cultivation in the future, it depends on how much power of faith you get."

"Thank you Buddha for your advice, Amitabha!"

After Zong Wusheng built an elephant for the stinging Geng, he immediately moved to the front of the Buddhas, quickly sketched out of thin air, countless swastikas were instantly formed, and darts shot towards the Buddhas, fusing the Buddhas of the swastika, and suddenly a round of golden halo appeared on the back of his head, and then the breath changed.

It only took a moment for Zong Wusheng to build statues for all the Buddhas present, and from now on, they can be regarded as the true Buddhas of the Dharma. The cultivation method is the same as that of Yu Geng, which requires the power of faith to improve cultivation.

"You have become the Buddha of the Dharma, I will pass on your Buddha Supreme Fist Method - Dragon Descending Fist Method today, as for how much you can learn, it depends on your creation." After the Buddha finished speaking to his disciples, he immediately said to Zong Wusheng: "Zong Wusheng, Buddhism pays attention to cause and effect, since there is a cause and a death between us. Thank you for bringing the Buddhas when my doppelganger is about to reach Nirvana. In order not to let the fate fail to bear fruit, you also learn the 'Dragon Descending Fist Method' together, which can be regarded as the fruit between us. ”

Zong Wusheng's eyes flashed with joy, and after saluting and thanking, he quietly waited to observe. Ever since Zong Wusheng cultivated, he didn't have a set of martial arts. "Soul Separation" can certainly be called a martial art, but it is too domineering and should not be used unless it is intended to kill people.

The palm of the Buddha's hand quickly made a mudra, and the air immediately vibrate, and one by one the phantoms of the golden figures appeared out of thin air, posing in various postures, a total of thirty-six postures.

The Buddhas' eyes widened, and the golden figures swept quickly one by one, trying to remember all kinds of punches. Zong Wusheng stood aside, seeing that the fist path was extraordinary, even if his head was bright, it was impossible to remember it immediately, so he summoned the Heavenly Hanging Needle and quickly sketched it.

The Buddha saw that Zong Wusheng was painting the "Dragon Descending Fist" fist path, and did not stop it, smiling and not saying a word.

All the thirty-six fist paths were displayed, and they dissipated in a moment, and the Buddhas looked at each other in disappointment. A Buddha asked the people around him, "How many formulas have you memorized?" The people around him responded: "Sixteen styles." ”

"I just memorized the seven forms."

The one who memorized the sixteen styles was already considered to be a gifted transcendent, and even the one with the highest spirituality only remembered the fifteen styles.

The tribal leader was a little hesitant and said, "Buddha, can you show us this?" ”

When the Buddha heard this, he burst out laughing and responded, "Providence is so, so why bother? As he spoke, his eyes fell on Zong Wusheng, who had already withdrawn the Heavenly Hanging Needle and was contemplating himself, and said: "The 'Dragon Descending Fist' classics still exist in the Bodhi Realm, and these thirty-six portraits are still painted by the former master of the Heavenly Hanging Needle in my Tuozong Wusheng's hand, and the time has been too long, and the spiritual power has been basically consumed, so it can only be displayed for such a short time." ”

Hearing the words of the Buddha, Zong Wusheng suddenly sobered up from his contemplation, looked at the Buddha and asked, "Do you know the former master of this heavenly hanging needle?" Who is he? Can you tell me? ”

The Buddha smiled and shook his head: "This is the will of heaven, you need to find the answer yourself, I can only reveal one thing to you, he is still alive." ”

"Since it is inconvenient for the Buddha to reveal, he will not be reluctant, he will not cling to everything, and he will believe that he will be able to see the future."

Zong Wusheng was not reluctant at all, and his heart was also quietly undergoing transformation at this moment.

Yu Geng had been thinking silently about something beside him, found the gap between the end of the topic between the Buddha and Zong Wusheng, floated over, came to Zong Wusheng's side and asked, "I don't know how much Zong Gongzi has learned?" ”

Zong Wusheng replied honestly: "I have learned everything. Immediately caused all the Buddhas to exclaim, in such a short period of time, this sect prince actually learned everything!

"I observed that Zong Gongzi just copied the 'Dragon Descending Fist', can you show it to us again?"

Zong Wusheng looked at Yu Geng with an expressionless face and said, "Yes, but I want to be your master." ”

Yu Geng's expression was stunned, and then he looked at the Buddha, and the Buddha's hideous face did not see anything unusual, and it seemed that he did not contradict the Buddha to worship others as teachers.

"How?" Zong Wusheng raised his head and looked at the top of the Buddha tomb and asked, "Don't you want to learn?" ”

Yu Geng's face turned slightly red, and he said: "This is not what Yu Geng meant, but Yu Geng is already a person in Buddhism, and he must ask what the Buddha means." ”

"What did the Buddha say?"

"The Buddha didn't speak, but Yu Geng understood the Buddha's original intention, not attached to the heart, not attached to the action, since the Buddha's intention let me go with the flow, then it doesn't hurt for Zhe Geng to worship you as a teacher."

While speaking, Yu Geng knelt down and kowtowed to Zong Wusheng three times: "The master is above, please accept the apprentice's worship." ”

The Buddhas behind Yu Geng, seeing that Yu Geng had already worshiped the Zong Wusheng as a teacher, for the "Dragon Fist" taught by the Buddha, they knelt down together unequivocally: "The master is above, please accept the apprentice's worship." ”

Zong Wusheng was satisfied, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. There is a reason why they have to let them worship themselves as teachers. There was an introduction to the power of faith in Zong Wusheng's mind, and the power of faith was not like soul power, talent power, or spiritual power, but was cultivated by cultivators through the laws of heaven and earth.

The power of faith is the only force that contains the power of the law.

According to Zong Wusheng's recollections, the power of faith can only be obtained through people outside the ontology, for example, if you accept an apprentice, the apprentice will always be grateful to you, and the power of faith will be generated.

The law of the power of faith is like this, the more disciples you have, the more power of faith you will receive; If your apprentice takes in another apprentice, the power of faith will be doubled.

Zong Wusheng's cultivation of the "Heaven Painting Technique" is very magical, it can convert all the power into the soul power required by Zong Wusheng, and in this way, Zong Wusheng's cultivation speed is bound to increase greatly.

Just now, Zong Wusheng thought about the usefulness of these Buddhist disciples, and decided to take them away after leaving the Buddha tomb, and went to the counties and towns of Lingzhou to spread Buddhism, build temples, and harvest faith.

And the most important point, Zong Wusheng thought of a wonderful point. If the Buddhas succeed in gaining faith in the county towns, they will definitely be the gathering place of the three religions and the nine streams, as well as the dignitaries. At that time, Buddhism will become the largest news network of Zong Wusheng.

As soon as he thought of this, Zong Wusheng raised his head from his contemplation, glanced at the Buddha who was kneeling down, and said loudly: "Get up, don't call me master outside in the future, Zong Wusheng or Zong Gongzi can do it." ”

"Listen to your words."

Zong Wusheng looked at the Buddha, and the Buddha's eyes were closed again at this time, obviously this doppelganger had attained nirvana. So he beckoned everyone to leave the Buddha tomb together.

Today is the sixth day of coming out of Longshan Academy, and there are still twenty-four days before the enrollment date, after Chu Ge was trapped in the Dragon Tomb, Zong Wusheng had to change his plan and decided to go to the subordinate county town of Lingzhou first, so he methodically assigned tasks in the residence of the former leader.

"This is my edict, you take it, and immediately set off for Danzhou and Youzhou, and when you get there, as long as you hand over my edict to the city lord, the city lord's mansion will help you build a temple in the local area."

After speaking, Zong Wusheng waved his hand, and among the group of Buddhas standing in front of him, thirty people walked out of the house and headed towards Danzhou and Youzhou.

"Sting."

"Master, please speak."

"Early tomorrow morning, you go to Langzhou with me, and the other Buddhas will be divided by your leaders and arrange their own places, and we will act separately."

"Yes."

The crowd folded their hands, said yes, and left.

……

Langzhou.

Lingzhou is one of the four subordinate counties, and it is handed over to Linzhou, Yaozhou and Lingzhou.

Langzhou is one of the most interesting counties in Lingzhou, although it is a subordinate county of Lingzhou, but the people of Langzhou rarely interact with the people of the other four counties, they have their own local policies, and even the Lingzhou City Lord's Mansion rarely asks about them.

Before Zong Wusheng came here, Meng Lie specially explained to him the maverick behavior of Langzhou, hoping that he could go to Langzhou to observe and observe the local people. It was precisely because Zong Wusheng heard that Langzhou had never been in contact with the higher-level county towns, and he felt that the trip to Lingzhou might as well start from Langzhou, and as for the Confucian family, the Zheng family, and those who entered Longshan Academy, it would not be too late to talk about it.

Night.

Langzhou City is depressed and cold. Compared with the splendid and bustling night market in Lingzhou City, this is a completely desolate and remote mountain village. The shops are lit up sporadically, and the streets are sparsely populated.

Under the swaying lights, you can vaguely see the people in threes, threes, twos, and two lines dressed in rough clothes, from time to time there are oxen carrying firewood slowly walking by, and the copper bell hanging around the neck makes a "dangchang" sound as they walk. On the main road leading to the city lord's mansion, there was not a simple horse-drawn chariot, nor did you see a richly dressed figure walking by.

Suddenly, there was a wail from the direction of the city gate, and I saw a dozen tall horses, each carrying a man in black, who waved a long whip in their hands, and from time to time beat the teenagers who were strung by ropes.

The teenagers were in rags, and the blood marks left by the whipping were clearly visible.

"Hurry up for me, be careful if you slow down, I'll kill you!" With a loud shout, a few more whips snapped, and several teenagers screamed in pain.