Sneer~~

When the magic weapon exploded into the ban on the yellow mang, I saw that the surface of the prohibition violently rippled and rippled, that is, after a few breaths, the yellow mang gradually dissipated, turned into a point of light, and collapsed with a bang, revealing the scene inside. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The innocent old monk was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that he would shatter this layer of prohibition for the first time, and immediately a happy expression flowed on his face, and he shouted in a low voice: "Go!"

One by one, the streamers rushed in, climbed to the halfway point of a thousand thousand peaks, and the innocent old monk took out a yellowed ancient map, and after some comparison, his divine consciousness spread in a certain direction, and he felt it carefully.

A quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour, three quarters of an hour......

Nearly half an hour later, the innocent old monk opened his eyes and revealed a hint of essence.

"Ami ......" The innocent old monk clasped his palms together, his eyes were staring at one place, his words seemed to have a kind of supreme mana, and his voice became louder and louder, gradually condensing into a sound wave, hitting the past: "...... Buddha!"

Boom!

A layer of obscure prohibition dissipated, and somewhere halfway up the mountain, a deep cavern was revealed.

Walking into the cave, a golden ball of light rose and flew slowly forward.

The soft golden light lit up on the surrounding stone walls, and I saw that on them, countless Buddhist mantras were engraved, which were grand and ancient, and obscure...... After estimating the effort of a cup of tea, everyone walked to the end of the cave, and suddenly stopped with a surprised face.

"Great monk, what's going on?" the yellow-faced man asked in a deep voice.

The innocent old monk frowned slightly, he thought for a moment, and said: "Legend has it that Master Kuankong set up three levels in the place of sitting, and only those who have passed these three levels can obtain his relics. ”

"What are the three levels?" asked the masked woman.

The innocent old monk looked indifferently at the stone wall in front of him and said, "The first level is to interpret the Buddhist scriptures!"

"Enlighten the Buddhist scriptures?" everyone was stunned, looking at the Buddhist scriptures branded on the stone walls around them, and they were slightly surprised, could it be that the clues that passed the first level were among the Buddhist symbols on the stone walls?

Here, the person who has the most thorough understanding of Buddhism and the highest artistic conception is the innocent old monk, and the rest of the people want to help, but they also have the heart but are powerless.

Everyone looked at the innocent old monk in three steps, kept looking at the Buddhist scriptures and symbols on the stone walls around him, a pair of old eyes narrowed, and chanted words from time to time. Immediately, they all quieted down, gasping slightly, not daring to disturb him.

Mu Yu found that with the passage of time, the eyebrows of the innocent old monk were twisted into a pimple, obviously encountering great difficulties.

"What puzzles me is, why did Master Kuankong's sitting diagram end up in his hand? If it was really as the innocent old monk said, Master Kuankong left behind the sitting diagram in order to leave a legacy for future generations, but why did after more than two hundred years, Master Kuankong's seated diagram fall into the hands of the innocent old monk? Mu Yu secretly said, as long as you calm down and ponder carefully, you will find that some of the words spoken by the innocent old monk seem to be very reasonable, but in fact they are full of loopholes and cannot be explained at all.

Mu Yu quietly glanced at the yellow-faced man, and found that the latter's expression was with a hint of urgency and depth, and it seemed that he had not yet noticed the loopholes in the words of the innocent old monk, but the masked woman, her eyes showed a thoughtful gaze, looking at the innocent old monk kept muttering and cracking the stone wall Buddhist scriptures, and there was also a trace of vigilance and suspicion.

Time passed little by little, and after estimating the work of half a day, the innocent old monk began to meditate on the spot, his hands folded, and there was a burst of words in his mouth.

Gradually, the Buddhist inscriptions on the surrounding stone walls began to glow, and the charms shone one like small golden suns.

Phew!

Ten thousand spells blended together in the void, and then rushed to the stone gate in front of them, and the stone gate was like a huge block of ice, meeting a raging fire, quickly "melting". With a little effort, the stone door vanished, revealing a faintly lit space.

The first level, break!

The innocent old monk opened his eyes and found that many foundation building monks had poked out a wisp of divine consciousness and entered the space behind the stone gate.

"Fellow Daoists, quickly withdraw your divine sense!" The innocent old monk hurriedly drank lightly and said: "This second level is a test of worshipping the Buddha, and you must have the intention of devotion to the Buddha to pass this level, and it is rude to use your divine sense to investigate without authorization, which is really rude for the Buddha Wang!"

The innocent old monk took a few steps and floated into the space behind the stone gate. On closer inspection, the space is a circular structure, with a dark gold floor and a gilded Buddha statue three feet three feet three inches high in the center.

The Buddha statue pinched the lotus finger in his right hand, and rushed up in the palm of his left hand, and the treasure was solemn, diffusing an ancient and magnificent atmosphere.

The golden statue of the Buddha of the Great World!

Mu Yu looked at the pair of eyes of the Great World King Buddha, and gradually, he couldn't help but lower his head, and there was a trace of respect and piety in his heart. After a few moments, he woke up and recited the Mind Purifying Mantra with a shocked face, and the feeling disappeared like a tide.

Mu Yu took a breath of cool air, as if he had seen a ghost, and glanced at the golden statue of the Great World King Buddha again.

"It is worthy of being the founder of Buddhism, the legendary immortal, a golden statue, and has such inexplicable magical powers!" Mu Yu murmured.

Legend has it that the first life of the Buddha was a mortal, and after his death, he lived out the second life before he officially stepped into the practice and carried forward Buddhism in the true sense, and in just a hundred years, he became the most powerful religion of faith in the human world.

The innocent old monk is full of piety, his hands are folded, and he kowtows step by step, like an ascetic and pilgrim walking in the desert. When he bowed in front of the golden statue of the Buddha of the Great World King, he knelt down on his knees and said: "The disciples of the True Jue Sect are innocent, bow to the King Buddha Sheng'an, may my religion prosper forever!"

After the ceremony, nothing has changed here.

Standing under the statue of Wang Buddha, the yellow-faced man didn't dare to make a mistake, lowered his voice, and quietly asked the innocent old monk: "Great monk, is it because you are not pious enough, so you can't let the old man Wang Buddha manifest?"

The innocent old monk shook his head and said, "This test was left by Master Kuankong, and it has nothing to do with Wang Buddha. ”

"Master, I don't know how many times to knock on the king Buddha when worshipping the Buddha?" said the shepherd, "I just looked at the master, and bowed to this king Buddha statue seven seven hundred and forty-nine times......"

The innocent old monk frowned lightly at first, and then, his face gradually flashed with a look of enlightenment, and said: "By the way, the old man remembered, when I really felt that when I knocked the Buddha, I did have to worship seventy-seven forty-nine times, which is the highest sincerity to the Buddha, but in ancient times, Buddhism was in its heyday, and many ascetics and pilgrims would bow ninety-nine and eighty-one, which is the ancient ritual ......."

"Ninety-nine-eighty-one, you can't meet a Buddha, so you can stop and bow to ninety-nine-eighty-one, right?" said the yellow-faced man.

"Some pilgrims do do, but most of them only bow to the Buddha 9981 when they are in time for the important days of our Buddhism, such as the birth day of the Buddha Wang, the day of the first teaching, the day of the Buddha's enlightenment, the day of the establishment of Buddhism, and so on...... As the ancient era became history, I don't know when, the ancient rites were abolished, from 9981 to 7749, and were accepted by the vast majority of Buddhist disciples, but there are also some pious people who adhere to the ancient rites, and the ancient rites of 9981 shall prevail. The innocent old monk explained.

"So, this Broad Sky Master is a devout believer who abides by the ancient rites?" said the pastor.

The innocent old monk nodded and said, "In the history of my sect, it is indeed recorded that Master Kuankong is a 'ancient rite' cultivator.

The innocent old monk exhaled a breath, and began to rush, one step at a time, after bowing ninety-nine eighty-one, the golden statue of the king Buddha of the great world suddenly rose up, revealing a wide tunnel.

On the whole, in addition to the yellow mang's prohibition in the outside world, which is slightly difficult, as long as you have enough devotion to the Buddha, have a deep enough grasp of Buddhist knowledge, and have your own unique insights and perceptions, you can pass the test.

"Master, what is this third and final level?" asked a monk in the early stage of foundation building.

The innocent old monk's ecstatic look gradually faded, and after reciting the sentence "Amitabha", he pointed to the inside of a wide and tall tunnel, and said indifferently: "Go in and have a look, don't you know?"

Everyone was suspicious, and when they saw that the innocent old monk did not enter at the first time, they stood still and looked at him with a deep expression.

The innocent old monk smiled slightly, took a step with his left foot, and was about to step out, but was stopped by a yellow-faced man stretching out an arm, "I'll go in with this big monk." ”

Mu Yu quietly poked out a wisp of divine consciousness, but found that this tunnel actually had the effect of isolating divine consciousness, which surprised him quite a lot.

With a little caution, everyone followed in the footsteps of the yellow-faced man and the innocent old monk, raising the lighting equipment and lighting up the dark tunnel.

At the end of the tunnel, there was a glimmer of light.

The innocent old monk sacrificed a demon pestle, and the yellow-faced man also sacrificed a set of darts magic weapons.

Mu Yu raised the green leaf armor, there was a blue ring on his left wrist that kept whirling, and he held the golden Jiao sword in his right hand, waiting for the battle.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, the pastoral voice let out a soft sigh. When I walked out of the tunnel, my eyes suddenly became clear, in the center of the space, there was a white skeleton crossed on the futon, and under the white skeleton, there were ten puppets, bowing their heads, standing silently.

Wisps of consciousness spread, and when they approached the white skeleton, they were bounced back by a kind of rebound, and the consciousness was like being burned, causing some people's faces to turn white.

"Thou shalt not desecrate the spirit of the Grand Master!" the innocent old monk snorted lightly, rushed to the bones of the Kuankong Master, bowed several times, and recited the Buddha name of the Great World King Buddha.

Mu Yu squinted his eyes and looked at the ten puppets lined up, and from them, there was an aura of nothingness, vast as the sea and heavy as a mountain.

"Second-order puppets? or ...... Third Order!?" (To be continued.) )