"What is karma? Why do we need to follow the Dharma? Zen master, Mingkong can't be enlightened" The little monk was obviously a little annoyed, and his tone was a little heavier.

"The fate is also the way of heaven and earth, no one can escape, unless you can be holy Buddha golden body, then you can control all the fate of the world" The old monk was not angry, but calmly explained to him.

"Zen Master, have you reached the Golden Body of the Holy Buddha?" The little monk stared at the old monk with a confused expression and asked.

"No.....," the old monk replied simply.

The little monk's face was slightly disappointed, and he stared at the old monk and continued to ask: "Has anyone in the Brahma realm cultivated the golden body of a holy Buddha?" ”。

"Yes" The old monk hesitated for a while, and then continued: "That is the Brahma realm, the first golden-bodied Buddha, known as the Brahma Zen master, when it was molded into a golden-bodied Buddha, the old man was just a small novice, at that time the entire Brahma realm was shaken, the bells and drums of the Great Brahma Temple were beaten for nine consecutive days, and countless Lingtian Zen masters gathered in the Great Brahma Temple to worship the picture of the Golden Buddha, which still makes the old monk unforgettable..."

The old monk's words immediately aroused the interest of the little monk, and he continued to ask: "Is the golden body Buddha very powerful?" When I go to the Brahma realm this time, will I be able to meet him? Can I learn the cultivation method from him? ”。

The stiff-faced old monk who was asked by the little monk's cannon-like words choked up before continuing to explain: "If the Golden Body Buddha is still there, he will definitely appreciate your Huigen, but it's a pity that he has been missing for thousands of years, if he is there, Brahma will have a few more Golden Body Buddhas."

Hearing this, the little monk's expression was like a deflated ball, and he seemed to be a little listless. The old monk no longer scolded him, took his wrist, and returned the way he came.

At this moment, Hua Niang and Su Mama floated over from the direction of the canyon, and Hua Niang bowed to the old monk and said: "Thank you for the Zen master's rescue, it is better to go to the valley and let the little woman have a little bit of the friendship of the landlord."

The old monk stopped slightly, glanced at Hua Niang, and said: "Saving you is the fate of the law, now that the fate is over, you and I will go separately."

Hua Niang was stunned when she heard this, she didn't understand the Buddha's fate, but when she heard the words of the great monk, she also felt a little unfathomable. She actually forgot to continue to chase, and said that Mama Su reacted quickly, stopped the little monk in one step and said, "Master, help persuade your master, and let us repay our benefactor."

As soon as the little monk's eyes rolled, he looked at the old monk and said with a smile: "Zen master, everyone is so warmly invited, it's not easy to refuse people and thousands of miles away."

When the old monk heard this, he glared at him and said, "Emida Buddha, it is because of you that you have provoked so many evil obstacles, and now you have nothing to do, when can we return to the Great Brahma Temple."

The little monk blinked his dark eyes, laughed a few times and said, "The Zen master is not in a hurry, we have found the way, and the way back will be fast."

Hey, the old monk sighed, shook his head helplessly, and walked down the hill with Mama Su, heading towards the Valley of Hundred Flowers.

"Master, it's not appropriate to stay here for a long time, let's go to the next layer of dimensional space" In front of the gate of the first Zhuang Mountain, a man with a completely black body stared at the young man's fossil-like stiff cheeks. He was the ghost rider who was reactivated from the Shannu by the second life. After originally possessing the phantom beast, he was put on hold, and his second life was only to enslave it, but he did not train it to become a slave, so that he could return to his free body.

Without the macaque, the most intimate slave, there are many things, and the second life feels uncomfortable, so he summons the ghost rider. Giving him a new identity as the slave master, from this moment on, he can master the preparation of all the incense slaves and plan the next step for the second life.

The ghost rider is more honest and cunning than the macaque in terms of experience and personality, so after he became a slave owner, he began to observe words and emotions and understand the mood of the second life. It's just that it's hard for him to find any emotional changes from the petrified face of the second life, and he can only judge by the language of the second life, as well as the speed of speech, and even the movements, over time, it makes him realize a different way of observing the mood of the second life.

"Hmm" The second life swept the first village that was almost destroyed into ruins, and it was indeed no longer able to live in. He complied with the Ghost Rider's suggestion.

One word, but it made Ghost Rider very happy, because he had already changed from the short tone and body movements of the second life, and felt that he was in a good mood now.

As long as he's not angry, the Ghost Rider can accomplish a lot of things with ease. For example, take the opportunity to ask for some cultivation mantras, as well as get some channodan, and so on.

Ghost Rider's self-sustaining talent is not as good as macaques and, but he is diligent and will not let go of any opportunity to promote his own cultivation.

Along the way, his cultivation was once thrown down a few streets by the macaques, but with his hard work, he actually narrowed the distance little by little.

If it weren't for those guys who were able to walk now, who were refined and enslaved, and now that they are together, it's hard to say who is the real boss. This is the fighting will that the Vicious Clan will not give into. Although he endured it for several years, he was always planning an opportunity to challenge these companions. It's just that such an opportunity will never manifest itself until he has enough power. It is precisely because of this that the ghosts ignore his existence.

The ghost rider's cunning eyes turned around, and he happily took the order out of the first village.

At the foot of the mountain, more than a dozen ghosts bowed down to salute, and the indifferent eyes of the ghost riders made them all frightened. You must know that before, they were uncontrolled except for the second life. Although the second life is terrifying, it can't always monitor them, and it is not a threat to these ghosts. It's just that now this person has become their head, and since then, they are equivalent to living under surveillance at all times.

A pair of stern eyes quickly swept over each of their cheeks, and at a glance he saw the thoughts of these people, and said with a slight sneer: "Everyone, don't worry, you are not an unreasonable person, as long as you actively cooperate with my work, everything is negotiable."

The hideous and amiable attitude made these ghosts turn their heads one after another, and the tension on their faces was also relieved a little.

Seeing this, he smiled again and nodded, saying, "From today onwards, the number of incense slaves you have taken over will be doubled, and your belongings and spiritual objects will also be handed over to seventy percent."

As soon as these words came out, the expressions on the faces of those ghosts changed from soothing to bitter in an instant, and they twitched their faces, even more nervous than just now.

Now they know that the leader in front of them is not terrible, but ruthless, and his methods simply make these ghosts feel a little cramped and stripped of their bones. Although they had also suffered some suppression from the second life before, but when they went to collect enough incense, they would no longer have anything, and they could even exchange some benefits from the second life. Coupled with the good things collected by those poisoned families, they can be regarded as a beautiful difference, and now seventy percent of this income has been taken alive. How can they not be grief-stricken.

But this is the fate of the ghosts, they don't dare to resist, because they have all seen what the end of resistance is.

"But Lord Slave, most of the planes here have already been cleared by us, and there are no more sources of fragrant slaves at all," one of the ghosts replied with a sad expression on his face, and the rest of the ghosts echoed in unison.

Seeing the emotions of the ghosts, the smile on his face gradually converged, and a solemn aura made those ghosts feel a deadly threat in an instant.

The ghosts whispered one after another, staring at the fierce with a frightened expression.

Seeing that the ghost was no longer talking to each other, the evil again showed a gentle smile and said: "You don't need to worry, this time the master of Bennu is here to inform you that we are no longer stranded here, we will go to a larger intermediate plane, at that time, there will be more sources of incense, as long as you work hard, the benefits will naturally be indispensable to you."

Hearing this, the ghost Li turned his head again, and their faces changed from the stupid color just now to the happy color. You must know that the intermediate plane is a rich place, and when they get there, even if it is only thirty percent, it is enough to make them rich and rival the country. As soon as they thought of this, these ghosts regained their spirits, and no longer felt sorry for themselves and worshiped at the hideous, shouting in unison, seeing the new slave master.

With two whiskers cocked and a hint of unconcealable joy in his indifferent eyes, he was finally able to come out after years of forbearance.

Extremely proud, he turned around and walked towards a stone chamber opposite. There are two delicate women standing there, and they are the ones these ghosts who specially found him in order to honor him. He was originally a lustful person, and he originally had several concubines in the clan, but the two years of penance made him almost forget that he still had such a hobby.

He shook the armor on his body and walked towards the two women with a squinting look. Under his yin+ majestic gaze, the two women trembled like frightened little sheep. Seeing that he laughed wildly, he embraced the two little women and sent them into the stone house.

Dark Realm.

The second life strode towards the Earth Yin Spring, his eyes flickering, and he stared at the almost crumbling witch in the pool, a trace of murderous aura flashed in his eyes. When he came to the super plane, no one dared to hurt him. This was the first time, although this witch was just a tool he used to deal with Old Xiaotou, but his deterrent power allowed any provocation, otherwise how could he gather more incense. The second life first threw many ghost spirits into the Earth Yin Spring, and then re-performed the body shaping Dafa to merge her spirit body with the ghost king.

For the witch body, it is difficult for the second life to work quickly, after all, this time, the old monk has already broken her spirit body. The second life can't imagine how high the old monk's cultivation is, and he actually broke the fusion of the witch spirit and the ghost king with just a gesture, such a destructive power, even the second life himself can't do it.

The second life is not afraid of anyone, and there is no fear in his dictionary. His indifferent eyes swept over the huge phantom beast beside him, as well as the dark ghost summoned from afar, and coldly ordered: "Take people to block the Valley of Hundred Flowers, and no one is allowed to escape."

There was still one important thing to do in the second life, so he had to go to the old monk to settle accounts with him one step later.

Second Life strides towards the Tower of Surreality, and it's been a long time since he's heard from the Demon. He had to make sure of her safety before he could fight with peace of mind.

Second Life strides into the sixth floor of the Tower of Surrealism.

Circles of spiritual power fluctuations were transmitted along the soles of his feet, and only then did his heart calm down when he sensed the familiar aura of demonic sounds.

He walked to a place and listened intently, and the rhythm contained so many meanings that only Second Life alone could understand.

The magic sound conveys everything that happened in the Black Forest through the rhythm of sound, and although some places are missed, the second life still roughly restores everything that the magic sound fairy has experienced.

This made him very relieved, especially the joy of hearing that she had encountered several crises and successfully resolved them, it was like a real human being.

Only then did that petrified cheek take on a human expression.

Just when the second life was obsessed and intoxicated by the rhythm, the eighth layer of the Surreal Tower actually opened a golden pillar of light, and slid down the seventh layer to the sixth layer, and the golden light directly covered the second life's body, and immediately made him feel an unimaginably powerful mysterious coercion.

"Amitabha" Buddha horn, immediately woke up the second life from the loss of consciousness, he stood up suddenly, dark green eyes staring at the golden light.

"Little donor, don't be angry, the poor monk has no malice, just to dissolve a touch of anger in your heart" The voice was ethereal, as if it came from outside the sky.

"Who the hell are you?" Second Life's gloomy gaze finally focused on the direction of the Tower of Surreality on the eighth floor.

"Poor monk Brahma Zen Master, I have seen the little benefactor" The monk's voice was very kind, like an old friend who had been reunited for a long time.

"Monk? How did you end up in the Tower of Surrealism on the eighth floor? The second life's eyes wandered, staring at the golden pillar of light with a suspicious expression.

You must know that there is a super spirit dimensional seal on the eighth layer, and even the second life can't walk in. This old monk can actually enter the eighth layer of the surreal tower?

The suspicion of the second life seemed to be perceived by the Burning Heaven Zen Master, who whispered the Buddha's name and explained: "Little benefactor, there is no need to doubt that the poor monk is indeed in the tower and has lived here for thousands of years."

"How did you get in?" Second Life didn't believe that the other party could actually cross the spirit dimensional seal, which was a seal that even the super spirit battle axe in his hand couldn't break.

"Hehe..."The old monk laughed, and then said: "Little donor, the Lingwei seal is just a poor monk who deliberately sealed it in order to seal the demon spirit in this surreal tower."

"You say, the Lingwei seal was actually set up by you?" Second Life stared at the golden light in disbelief, although he sensed that the golden light was very powerful, he didn't believe that it could actually control the spiritual dimension.

"The poor monk has already molded the golden body of the Buddha five thousand years ago, so he can naturally enter the super spiritual dimension and set up seals, and he just does it casually" The old monk said simply, but he was shocked and inexplicable when he heard the second life. You must know that the so-called entry into the transcendent spiritual dimension requires at least cultivation above the heavenly level. That also means that this old monk's cultivation is already on the verge of the realm of the true ancient gods.

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