"Subodhi. If there is a good man. Good woman. The first day of the day. Give alms with the sand of the Ganges. Minutes of China and Japan. Compound with Ganges sand and other body almsgiving. The day after tomorrow. He also gives alms in the form of Ganges sand. Such is immeasurable, hundreds of trillions of eons. Giving by example. If there are more people, they will hear this classic. Faith is not rebellious. Its blessings are better than the other. ”

"How much more is writing and reading. Narrate. Subodhi ......"

At night, the young and handsome Buddha of the Dharma, dressed in a white Zen robe and with a little red mole on his eyebrows, sat in front of the three-foot-high nine-story stupa and explained the "Vajra Prajnaparamita Sutra" to these disciples in the Baiyun Monastery.

With the sound of his chanting, the relics in the nine-story stupa also bloomed with golden light, and immediately, countless golden swastika characters flew out from the portal on the pagoda and landed on these young disciples around. Remove distractions from their minds and help them practice Buddhism.

The old monk Jueyun stood beside Fashan with a compassionate face, polishing his spiritual power without distractions.

None of them noticed that Zhang Qianren, who was staying in the Zen Temple, was about to empty the temple located on the top of the mountain.

Anything he thought he would use in the future, he didn't let go of any of it.

After moving the items in these halls, Zhang Qianren came to the residence of the old monk Jueyun.

Knowing that Jueyun was chanting the Buddha at this time, he didn't dare to be careless, pretending to be looking for someone, and knocked on the door lightly first.

"Is Master Jueyun asleep?"

After he finished questioning, he waited for a few breaths, and found that Jueyun under the mountain was not touched, so he gently pushed the door open.

As the door was pushed open, the panorama of the room came into view.

This room looks quite austere, with only a bed, a Buddha statue, an offering table and a futon in the large room.

The first time Zhang Qianren saw the Buddha statue, he noticed the Zen staff that was shining with a faint golden light, and the big red robe that was draped on the Buddha's body.

"Then why didn't the old monk carry these two magic weapons with him?"

Doubts flashed in his heart, but the movements of his hands were not slow, he quickly pulled out the hairpin inserted between the strands, restored it to the Ruyi golden hoop stick, and lengthened the rod, and a few meters away, poked the rod out to touch the Zen staff.

As the Ruyi Golden Hoop Rod slowly approached the Zen Staff, the gold ring on this magic weapon immediately trembled slightly, but before it could make a sound, the body of the Ruyi Golden Hoop Rod immediately lit up with color.

Almost instantly, the golden ring on the Zen staff was suppressed and unable to move, and the faint golden light emitted by itself disappeared like a floating phantom.

After Zhang Qianren noticed this scene, his heart was shocked.

"My baby still has the ability to suppress magic weapons?"

He thought back to the fact that he had never seemed to have used the Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick to touch the magic weapon, and although he had fought a big battle with several banner masters of the Demon Town Division on the ruins of the Ethereal Sect before, he was extremely fast at that time.

Even if he has the ability to suppress, he has no intention of paying attention.

What's more, at that time, all the magic weapons and magic weapons that came into contact with the Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick were instantly shattered.

While he was thinking about this, the golden hoop part of the Ruyi Golden Hoop Rod had already touched the Zen Staff.

Immediately, I saw that the position where the Zen staff and the Ruyi golden hoop stick came into contact, a little golden light bloomed, but as soon as they appeared, they entered the golden hoop position of the Ruyi golden hoop stick.

The whole process lasted about a dozen breaths.

When there are no more golden dots on the Zen staff, it gradually cracks, and finally turns into powder, and is swallowed up by the Ruyi golden hoop stick.

On the square below the mountain, Monk Jueyun, who was calmly polishing his spiritual power, suddenly opened his eyes at this moment, as if he had noticed something, and his compassionate face instantly showed an iron blue color.

"How dare Xiaoxiao destroy the old man's magic weapon!"

The next moment the voice sounded, he opened his mouth and spewed out the flying sword that was being nurtured under his tongue, and then dragged the hilt of the sword, his body turned into a sword light like a rainbow light, and went straight to his residence.

A group of young monks who were awakened by his loud shout also looked at his figure that turned into sword light at this time, and secretly wondered.

Fashan Buddha sighed calmly, "Master Jueyun's state of mind is still a little worse, magic weapons and magic weapons, you don't bring them in life, and you don't bring them in death......

Before the word 'go' could be spoken, anger surged in his calm eyes, and the whole person immediately rose into the air, and the latter came first to surpass Monk Jueyun.

Looking at the Zen house that was getting closer and closer, the Fashan Buddha was full of anger, gritted his teeth and said: "What a gut, dare to break the golden body of the poor monk!" ”

Although his "Hundred Tribulations Golden Body Technique" is extremely powerful, the cultivation process is extremely cumbersome—it is necessary to worship a golden Buddha based on him.

He needs to use his spiritual power to cultivate this golden Buddha through this exercise every day, and then Yuan Ying will be in charge.

In this way, you can stay out of the matter and let the Golden Buddha go through the calamities in your heart.

The Golden Buddha has no intention, and in the face of any illusion against the Yuan Baby, he can naturally sit upright.

There are eighteen Buddhas in each generation of the Pushan Zen Temple, and among these eighteen people, the last person who survives is the Buddha who can really represent the Buddha of the Pushan Zen Temple in the world.

It was precisely because he was worried that his golden body Dharma would be destroyed by other Buddhas, so he came to a remote place like Baiyun Zen Temple, where birds don't.

At present, he felt that the connection between himself and the Golden Body Law was gradually weakening, and Fa Shan's young face was also covered with a hideous color.

He didn't expect that his golden body would be damaged in this Baiyun Zen Temple!

If the golden body is destroyed, the Yuan Ying who sits in the golden body will also be hit hard, and when the time comes, he will naturally be implicated.

As soon as he thought of this, boundless anger immediately surged in his heart.

At this time, Zhang Qianren looked at the Buddha statue in front of him that was three feet tall and was swallowed by the Ruyi golden hoop stick for most of the day and remained unmoving, and his face couldn't help but show a look of surprise.

Even the magic weapon of the Zen staff was devoured by the Ruyi golden hoop stick, and it only lasted for more than a dozen breaths.

Such a golden Buddha can hold on to twenty or thirty breaths.

"Is there something else about it?"

Just as the thought crossed his mind, a cold voice came into his ears.

"Old thing, you dare to destroy my golden body!"

As this voice sounded, Zhang Qianren's face changed slightly, and he subconsciously used his divine sense to probe.

As a result, as soon as the divine consciousness poked out of the door, he was slapped back by an even more turbulent divine sense.

After the divine consciousness was photographed back, Zhang Qianren's face immediately turned white.

Then, without hesitation, he turned the rod and threw it behind him with all his might.

"Whew!"

As the stick swept through the air, the closed wooden door was slammed through by the furious Fa Shan.

But no sooner had he rushed into the room than an arm-thick golden rod swept over him.