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The Buddha's mudra is both like a key to open the door to a treasure house and a license from the nameless Buddha to allow Fang Xing to take over his legacy of power. When the young man stretched out his hand and touched the handprint, he suddenly heard a loud 'boom' in his ears, and the world in his eyes suddenly changed color.

The statue of the giant Buddha that stood on top of the sky and the earth appeared in front of Fang Xing's 'eyes' again, and countless golden rays of light rose from the giant Buddha statue and frantically poured into Fang Xing's body through the Buddha's handprint. These are the power of faith provided by one after another believers who worship the god Yuqingzun.

The god Yuqing Zun is a fictitious deity in the image of the nameless Buddha in the world. It can be said that the nameless Buddha is the god of Yuqingzun, but the god of Yuqingzun is not the nameless Buddha. Perhaps it is precisely because of this that the world's belief in the god Yuqing Zun is all stored in the giant Buddha statue, and the nameless Buddha is not touched, and there is no cause and effect. In addition to the Hanshan Temple's lineage inheritance, which usually intercepts a little gain and cultivates, the power of faith for hundreds of years is firmly piled up in the statue.

After the Nameless Buddha attained Nirvana, he not only left these powers of faith as a gift to Fang Xing, but also left behind an unspoken, heavy responsibility - this was not until this time, Fang Xing understood. The power of these beliefs is good, but it is also quite hot.

Every power of faith contains one ordinary thought after another. As long as you absorb the power of faith, there will be corresponding thoughts in your ears. Countless golden rays of light poured into Fang Xing's body, and countless mouths were added to Fang Xing's ears in an instant. Although he could not hear what the believers were saying, he could roughly distinguish whether the thoughts were pleading, petitioning, or praying.

Countless mouths, countless chaotic voices, quite annoying Fang Xing. However, it can only reach the point of disturbing the mind, not to the point of leaving a curse. In Fang Xing's opinion, the power brought by the believers of the Yuqing Zun God who believed in the Yuqing Zun God was undoubtedly much cleaner than the spirit blood qi obtained from those blood sacrifices—both from a psychological point of view and from the perspective of actual cultivation.

In the spirit and blood of the blood sacrifice, there are not only all kinds of residual thoughts that plague people's cultivation, but also a strong violent atmosphere that makes people feel uneasy. As the more the power of the blood sacrifice was absorbed, more and more aura was piled up in Fang Xing's Lingtai state of mind, which was indelible. Even with Fang Xing's perseverance, after absorbing the power of thousands of blood sacrifices, he felt deeply unbearable. That's why, in the future, Fang Xing never used this kind of power, except for the opportunity to call on the essence blood qi to replenish the consumption during the fierce battle.

In contrast, the power of faith in the gods is much purer. Qi refiners only need to endure the incense in the power of faith, and eliminate all kinds of distractions that come from the believers during prayer, and they can easily absorb this power. In addition to some troubles and cumbersomeness, absorbing the power of faith is undoubtedly a good way to gain benefits and not harm the cultivation of qi refiners.

However, there is no such thing as a free dinner, and if you want to eat something delicious, you have to do it yourself. At the moment when the golden light rose, Fang Xing also moved with the sound, and unleashed his spiritual sense without a teacher, probing into the golden light to screen all kinds of miscellaneous thoughts, and eliminating those thoughts from the power of faith one by one.

A large amount of faith power went crazy into Fang Xing's body, and Fang Xing's spiritual sense also frantically poured into the Buddha's handprint, and the two forces touched each other head-on, and immediately burst out with a burst of sparks, which immediately caused a burst of abnormal changes.

Fang Xing's heart was shaken, his whole body trembled, and a kind of blissful experience emerged as if he had been hearty, and he was almost flying out of the clouds, shouting loudly that it was extremely refreshing. Along with this extremely cool experience, there is also a strange new feeling.

Fang Xing's spiritual sense, after the baptism of golden light, in the process of constantly screening and eliminating distracting thoughts, also gradually honed a novel sharpness, and finally transformed into a new kind of power - at that moment, the young man actually felt the opportunity to transform his spiritual consciousness into divine thoughts.

The final threshold of the first day of channeling - turning spiritual consciousness into divine thoughts, Fang Xing finally touched it. Although it was a bit of a fluke, it was touched after all. The power left in the Buddha's mudra made it extremely easy for him to find the key that opened the door to the second day of the channel.

In addition to being excited, Fang Xing did not dare to slack off; On the one hand, he carefully pays attention to the changes in the breath in his body and actively operates the breath in his body; On the one hand, he followed the inspiration in his heart closely, and used the power of those beliefs to refine his spiritual consciousness over and over again.

For a while, the spiritual consciousness was swying, the golden mangs were going backwards, Fang Xing's heart was in the middle, and the spirit was wandering outside, busy transforming the spiritual consciousness of his body into divine thoughts bit by bit......

Legend has it that in the Hanshan Temple, there has always been the protection of the power of the Yuqing Zun God, and every Qi refiner who enters the Hanshan Temple will find that their spiritual sense will be firmly suppressed in the body by a powerful force, and it is difficult to scan the outside world out of the body.

When Fang Xing first entered Hanshan Temple, he also felt this kind of oppression. However, after he reached out and pressed the Buddha's mudra and became spiritual, it seemed that this suppression no longer worked for him. The young man was like a fish, suddenly freed from the constraints and swam into the river. The newborn mind has unconsciously crept out of its body and roamed in a free space without constraints.

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Among the majestic buildings of Hanshan Stone, six tall towers stand proudly, among which the central cyan main tower is the most eye-catching. Incense incense offered by men and women burns brightly on the top floor of the central main tower of this temple, day and night.

At this moment, the incense flame on the top of the main tower suddenly soared dozens of feet high. The blazing flames were surrounded by brilliant gold, like a sky-high fire tree, full of golden Borneo flowers. The golden flowers and golden flames dyed the clouds in the sky with a layer of golden splendor.

When the light is shining, there is also a huge golden bell sitting on the top of the main tower, bathed in the red golden flames without sounding to itself, "Boom...... Boom...... Boom! "This is the low sound of the golden bell of the main tower, like rolling thunder in the clouds. Immediately, the other five towers also emitted the bell of "Knock ......", and the sound of thunder shocked people's souls.

The bell rang loud and small, but it didn't stop. With the passage of time, it became more and more violent, rolling thunder, and the sound of galloping between heaven and earth, like thunder and thunderbolt, impacted people's hearts all the time.

Fang Xing was intoxicated by the wonderful experience of spiritual consciousness turning into gods and divine thoughts swimming, but before he could realize the subtle difference between the world of divine consciousness scanning and the world of spiritual consciousness scanning, he was awakened by this never-ending thunder sound.

At the moment when Fang Xing's mind returned, a tremor from his soul and blood made him shiver all over his body. Fang Xing's divine thoughts 'whoosh', and suddenly connected with a huge network - this is a network of beliefs that does not exist in the real world, only exists in the eyes of the gods.

Fang Xing was not a god, nor was he a Yuqing God, but at that moment, he saw the golden net so realistically. At that moment, his divine thoughts jumped suddenly, as if he had escaped from his body, out of the inner hall, out of Hanshan Temple, until he was in the middle of the nine heavens, overlooking the earth.

Fang Xing is like the supreme ruler of the whole land, observing the world from the perspective of the king of the world and the incarnation of the gods. He opened his eyes to look, and saw that after the bell rang, around the peak where Hanshan Temple was located, countless small black spots poured out of countless makeshift tents and grass huts, like swarming ants, instantly occupying a large area of space in his field of vision.

These are all homeless people who turned to Hanshan Temple for help, and under the protection of Hanshan Temple, they all undoubtedly converted to the faith of Yuqing Zun God. In these believers, Fang Xing saw countless golden threads drawn out of their bodies and connected to the golden net, and he was not a member of this network at this moment, but incarnated into this network of faith.

"I see, that's right, I see." Fang Xing was excited, he had experienced this scene before.

It was still the rebellion of the Xuanming Divine Light, and Fang Xing accidentally broke into the loess altar and intervened in the matter of the grassland Hu tribe's worship of the vulture ancestor. That time, he accepted the beliefs and offerings of the Hu tribe in the name of the Vulture Ancestor, and accepted everything from the Vulture Ancestor.

Now that you've had the experience of the last success, why not try it again this time? It is better to teach people to fish than to teach people to fish, the appeal of the god of Yuqing is far stronger than that of a vulture ancestor who is the king of the grassland, if he can accept the faith and worship of millions of people in the name of the god of Yuqingzun, this harvest is even greater than the power of faith full of gods.

Fang Xing's will made the golden network tremble, conveying a throbbing to the hearts of every believer.

Some devout believers felt this touch from the depths of their souls and could not help but cry out loudly. "Oracle! God is speaking to us. ”

In the Hanshan Temple, around the Hanshan Temple, in the eight hundred miles of mountains and rivers in Dongping, and in the vast northern land, countless people believe in worshipping the god of Yuqing, and suddenly have tears in their eyes. After years of bitter prayer, they finally received the first response from the gods.

However, just as Fang Xing couldn't distinguish the thoughts of these people, these devout disciples couldn't hear Fang Xing's voice clearly. Between Fang Xing and these followers of the Yuqing Venerable God, there seemed to be a thin but unusually strong film. He couldn't figure it out, the last time he intervened in the Hu tribe's worship of the vulture ancestor on the loess altar, it wasn't like this.

That time, he could clearly see what the believers were saying and doing, but this time he couldn't.

Fang Xing felt as if he had some important steps left undone. However, these fanatical devout believers did not think so, they felt the throbbing of their faith, heard the vague and faint voice of the god, and thought that their faith was not pious enough, and they could not help but bow down and pray one by one to the position of the idol.

"Oracle, oracle! The gods have passed down the oracles! "Millions of believers, everybody preaches this, but no one knows that the ancient beings they believe in have attained nirvana, and now they have changed the world.