The Buddhist cultivators of the Ten Thousand Buddha Gate have hardly seen a strange person who can still hold on to the pure water pool for so long while cultivating Buddha halfway like Yi Kai.

"I heard that he is still a spirit double cultivator!"

The monks talked a lot and watched as one person slowly walked out of the pool. His eyes suddenly flashed with golden light, which made the monks stunned.

"That's!?"

"Luohan Body!!"

Jiang He shook suddenly, and then fell into the pool with a thud, unconscious.

The pool of pure water continued to wash her body, washing out the filth of mortal dust, leaving behind an Arhat god body full of Buddha nature.

In fact, Jiang He thought that she had lost the ability to cultivate physique, and before she lost consciousness, she silently recited in her heart, "It's just physique, what if you abandon it?"

It was this sentence that instantly relieved the pain and hardship in her heart, and realized a trace of Buddha's meaning, which allowed her to cultivate the Arhat body because of misfortune.

When he woke up again, Jiang He immediately propped himself up, jumped off the bed, and first looked at the soul bodies of Wuhou Xia and Ning Wuwu, the soul bodies of the two of them had condensed a lot, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and immediately looked at where he was.

This burst of sandalwood is the Ten Thousand Buddha Gate, but her senses seem to be much sharper, and she seems to hear the sound of harmony in the distance.

She pushed open the door, and into her eyes was a wide blue sky, and the breeze was blowing, and she was actually on the top of a high mountain.

As far as the eye can see, there is a huge square in the distance, where countless warrior monks wave their Buddhist sticks, and shouts and shouts are heard.

She wanted to go down the mountain, and subconsciously wanted to summon the Blood Sword, but thinking that this was the land of Buddhism after all, she resisted the impulse of the sword, and she used the light shadow body method to walk down the mountain.

While walking, Jiang He found that the changes in his body were becoming more and more obvious, and he seemed to have endless strength, could it be that he had made a breakthrough in physical cultivation?

She stopped, tentatively throwing a punch that shattered the air.

"?"

She patted her arm, clenched her fist again, and with curiosity in her heart, she punched the rock wall.

With a pop, she punched out a punch-bag-sized hole.

At this moment, an old monk walked past her, wearing a hat on his head, and his voice came from under the hat.

"Eh, what are you doing to hit it!"

What people!?

Jiang He didn't even feel the approach of this old monk at all. She immediately became vigilant.

"Yes, the younger generation knows its mistakes. ”

The old monk had no intention of leaving, so he squatted down and grabbed a stone, and then he put the much larger stone directly on the pit, crushed the stone like a pinch, and easily blocked the pit, without the slightest sign that it had been damaged.

After the old monk finished mending the stone wall, he walked away, and Jiang He was dumbfounded.

She tentatively picked up a stone and pinched it, and found that it was okay to crush it, but it was very difficult to hold them back.

Recovery is always much more difficult than destruction.

There seemed to be an understanding in his heart, and Jiang He was thoughtful.

Finally she walked to the square, where the monks were still practicing the stick technique.

She didn't dare to ask where the water purification bowl was, so she could only pretend to break a branch instead of a stick and practice the stick with them.

Immediately someone noticed her, and there were monks who stopped and surrounded the city, watching her dance stick.

Jiang He was horrified in his heart, this... Did she find out that she had a bad heart for the secret treasure of Buddhism?

As a result, those people just surrounded her, did not speak or bother, as if they were observing?

She stopped, embarrassed, and touched her head.

"Everybody, what is this?"

Someone put his hands together, performed a Buddhist salute, and said politely and respectfully, "I am waiting for the Guan Shi Master to cultivate the Arhat body, and I would like to invite you to tomorrow's Festival." ”

What is it?

Arhat Puja?

Jiang He knows the Arhat body, which is a rare Buddha body among Buddhist monks for thousands of years, and the cultivation of the Arhat body represents the small perfection of the Buddha's will into the body, and the Buddha nature is accessible and has the image of a saint.

Jiang He will always be extra calm in the most urgent circumstances. She suddenly thought of what should have happened in the purification pool and accidentally cultivated the Arhat body, but no matter what, she couldn't participate in any Dharma with them, one is that she doesn't know the Dharma at all, and the other is that there are too many variables in her body, and she doesn't know if the demonic qi is stagnant, although the flower of Huangquan has been purified by the great monk, but I don't know if it will be seen as an evil crooked way, not to mention that there is also Wuhou Xia Ning's worry-free soul body in cultivation, as long as one of these things bursts out, it is enough for her to drink a pot.

She immediately put on a smile and hurriedly apologized, "Not long after the kid entered the mountain gate, he was all by mistake, and I hope the masters will let him go." ”