Chapter 69: Meeting Peng Degang Again (I)

The aura of the Holy Mountain became stronger and stronger, and it gradually became a gathering place for martial artists, because the speed of cultivation in the Holy Mountain was far higher than that of other places.

Mo Zijun returned to Junzhou Mansion, and Long Feng and I continued to look for Peng Degang in the holy mountain.

Just at the edge of the forest, we heard the sound of fighting, and after slowly approaching, we hid behind a large rock, and when we looked at it, Long Feng's heart was overjoyed, and it took no effort to find nowhere to step on the iron shoes. It was Peng Degang, who was looking for him, and several monks in robes were besieging him.

Long Feng was about to rush out, but I raised my hand and pressed his shoulder, shook my head and whispered, "Don't worry, let's take a look first." ”

Those monks are highly cultivated, they should be masters of the Yijin Realm, and the most powerful thing is a set of formations in Shenzhe, and the cooperation of several people is seamless, but they are on a par with Peng Degang.

I didn't expect Peng Degang to progress so fast, and in just a few years, he had cultivated to the peak of the Yijin Realm, and perhaps a breakthrough was close at hand.

No longer hesitated, Long Feng and I glanced at each other, and then shot at the same time, and in the blink of an eye, those monks were beaten into the depths of the forest by us, and we didn't have to look at them, because with my and Long Feng's cultivation, their chances of survival were almost zero.

Peng Degang looked excited: "Master, Master, why are you here?" ”

"You have been gone for so many years and there is no news, can we rest assured? So I came over with your ancestor to have a look. Long Feng was full of emotion.

I asked, "Desteel, what's going on?" Why do those monks embarrass you? ”

"Master, that's the case, I came to the holy mountain after listening to the teacher's teachings, and I never thought that I found a trace of aura in the place where the Mo Chan Buddha fell thousands of years ago, so I dug a small cave there to practice. Later, it rained for more than ten days in a row, the ground was washed out of a big pit, I found a relic in the pit, the relic is the Dharma bead left after the high monk military solution, I didn't expect that this relic is still sealed with a trace of the consciousness of the Buddha of Zen Zen, it turned out that the war of the year, the Buddha of Zen Buddha did not disappear, but the remnants of the consciousness sealed into the relics of the body, this relic is the relics of the eighth generation of the Buddha Enlightenment, containing pure Buddha power, so the Buddha can be cultivated to the Ascension realm within two hundred years. I swallowed the relics into my body by mistake, so the Buddha took me as a disciple before the dissipation of consciousness, passed on a set of Buddha sutras, and passed on a Buddhist method to break through the feather realm, called sitting death meditation, after the dissolution of the flesh, you can be reborn with the help of the relics feathering. When I was preparing for the retreat, Lamaist people came to my door, they were not real Buddhist cultivators, but a bunch of sanctimonious hypocrites from outside the Western Regions, who saw that I had Buddha power, so they wanted to snatch the Buddha treasure. ”

It dawned on me: "It turns out that those guys in robes are not monks, and I said why are they still wearing hats on their heads." ”

"Master, it's not a hat, it's just a square scarf wrapped around your head."

"Oh, it's okay, I'm still worried about killing a good person by mistake, it turned out to be a person from Fanbang, then I'm embarrassed, I'm innocent."

Long Feng asked, "Degang, then what are your plans?" ”

"Master, I have already found a place to retreat and sit in death meditation, you don't have to worry, when I break through the Feather Transformation Realm, I will go to you."

"It's okay, it seems that the three generations of our master and apprentice have hope to soar within a hundred years, providence, providence!"