"Old monk, what's unique about this broken scripture?"

Tianjiu turned the page and found that the whole book was full of obscure scriptures, and he had been chanting for a long time, but he didn't understand a word. Its recipes are not like the formulas, the classics are not like the classics, each scripture is the size of a tadpole, and the font exudes a faint golden Buddha light around it.

"Nothing special! It's just some ordinary pure heart mantra. Dry repentance replied perfunctorily, his divine consciousness had already been cast into the distant airspace, and the attention was on the Heavenly Tribulation.

"Cut! Trick the ghost! The Pure Heart Buddha Mantra is regarded as a Buddha treasure, and the master is not a fool!" Tian Jiu sneered.

After a while, the repentant old monk came back to his senses, and then replied: "Really, boy, the reason why the old monk holds it and doesn't let go is because as long as he cultivates with it, he will never go mad, and he will get twice the result with half the effort when he cultivates." The old monk is actually only a medium seniority, but after getting this scripture, his cultivation is increasing day by day, and in less than a thousand years, he has stepped into the ranks of the Yuanying monks. That's why the old monk said it was the root of his life!"

"Oh, I see. It seems that the kid really can't fight the idea of this scripture. Tian Jiu said, and in the depths of his eyes, colorful whirlpools swirled up.

Looking at the scriptures again, the original dark golden tadpole scriptures have all become the appearance of the Buddha, one by one closed eyes and chanting, every breath has hundreds of Buddha words burst out, those Buddha words are introduced into the sea of knowledge, which is refreshing and extremely pleasant.

"Huh?"

Tianjiu was secretly frightened, and his divine consciousness hurried away towards one of the Buddhas. Whoosh, to his great surprise, the golden Buddha instantly appeared in his sea of consciousness space, sitting cross-legged in the hollow, still chanting with his eyes closed. And know the 30,000 miles of airspace in different spaces. Suddenly there was a trembling breath. The flowers and plants on the ground suddenly became a little fresh. The spring tinkles and the river flows. An endless landscape.

"Yes! Yes! After a monk comes to recite the scriptures, he can actually change the characteristics of this world. Haha! Sorry old monk, this time you are miserable! The master did not steal your book, but instead stole the monk in your scripture!

Tianjiu roared strangely in his heart, his divine consciousness rolled out wildly, and the Buddhas on the scriptures poured into his forehead one after another, and slowly, in the different space of his consciousness, a hundred-zhang giant Buddha standing up to the sky and the earth gradually formed......

Meanwhile. In the sky outside, the thunder inspired by the Sixty-Nine Heavenly Tribulations also fell out one after another......

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An hour passed quietly, when the sixth thunderbolt faintly dispersed, the sky was full of cheerfulness, and the scorching sun shone again in the sky. Immediately after, a colorful cloud drifted from the east, less than a hundred breaths, and had already tightly covered the entire fifth-order rooftop.

"Hey, hey, hey, dead boy, have you done enough? It's been more than an hour. Give me back the scriptures!" Regret watched all the tribulations in horror, and his heart was already turbulent. By the time he came to his senses, an hour had passed.

"Uh, it's been an hour, has it been so long?" Tianjiu swept away the Buddha from a page of sutra and sat up. He shook his head a little violently a few times.

With a dark face, the repentant old monk snatched the "Book of Musical Nerves" and carefully flipped through it in his hand.

"Hey, you kid didn't do anything, did you?" asked the repentant old monk. The book is still the same book. It's just that there seems to be a trace of Buddha light missing from the font.

"Cut! What can the young master do? Can I afford a broken book? Put it away, be careful of being targeted by other monks!"

Regret was stunned for more than ten breaths. Zuihou flipped it with his big hand and took the scriptures. At the same time, he breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Hmph, after reading the old monk's scriptures, can you tell who the god is?" asked with dry regret slipping into his eyes.

"Old monk, you are too thief, this broken scripture book makes people doze off when you look at it, and of course time passes at once. Not only did the kid not see the catastrophe, but he also lost a Buddha treasure gold armor in vain. Oh, the kid has lost a lot of money this time! I still want the kid to tell you the information, but there is no door!" Tianjiu yelled like a sour, causing a big man in the hollow to twitch.

At this moment, the withered sky master squinted, swept everyone, snorted lightly, and flew away, turning into a streamer of light, soaring towards the fifth-order rooftop.

"Let's go, let's stop being long-winded, old boys, let's go and see the power of the gods!" Withered Star's eyes flashed, and he urged the two people below, and after speaking, he also turned into a streamer and disappeared in place.

After a while, the light rose and shot towards the fifth-order rooftop. Not to be outdone, the repentant old monk dodged a few times and flew into Wutai Mountain.

Only Tian Jiu, who was sitting on the carved railing, disagreed, and snorted coldly: "Cut! What is so beautiful about that dead old man?

Having said that, he reluctantly jumped into the middle of the air, not to Tiantai Mountain, but to shoot out of Famen Temple in reverse.

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On the fifth-order rooftop, it has long been unrecognizable. The once magnificent Wutai Palace was like a ruin, with ruins and broken walls, strange stones, and those fifth- and sixth-order magic arrays that were originally amazingly protected were also wiped out in the thunderstorm.

Under the Bodhi tree, a white-bearded old monk sat cross-legged with his back, the old monk's robe was in tatters, and the right half of the sleeve was gone, revealing a golden arm. There is no coercion on his body, as if he is a mortal. It's just that on his body, there is a faint burst of majestic Buddha light.

"Amitabha! Disciple Kutian, first of all, congratulations to the master on his great success! Who is the master? Why is he committed to crossing the tribulation in my Famen Temple?"

The dry sky waited until the nectar dissipated, and then slowly stepped onto the rooftop, stood thousands of feet away, and saluted the old monk under the Bodhi tree.

"Dry sky, you're here!" the old man has demolished your Wutai Palace, are you distressed?" the old monk under the Bodhi tree asked in a pronunciation.

"Master smiled! What a great virtue is this for a mere Wutai Palace to achieve a great power of transforming a god! Master, can the disciple listen to your teachings up close?" Kutian hurriedly bowed down and said with a smile on his face.

As he was talking, a group of bigwigs from Famen Temple also rushed over and landed thousands of feet away, looking at this side with surprise. It's just that everyone's divine sense is restrained, and they don't dare to detect it in the slightest.

"You all wait, the old man has just been promoted, and the Yuan Shen is not stable, so I don't want to be too complicated. If you want to wait, you can wait, if you don't want to wait, you can go back. Where's the flower monk? tell him to get here!"

"Monk Flower, who is the master talking about? There is no monk with flowers in my Famen Temple!" Kutian looked stunned and replied embarrassedly.

"Hmph! It's the Wanhao monk who drinks wine, eats meat, and plays with women, isn't he a flower monk?" the old man snorted softly under the Bodhi tree.

"Dustless?" Dry regret shuddered for a moment, and turned around and shouted: "Monk Hua, the master wants to see you!

"It's coming, it's coming!"

A streamer flew over slowly, and after the streamer condensed, Tianjiu's obscene figure appeared.

He held a bulging Nabao bag in one hand and two glowing spirit pig legs in the other, glanced at the repentant old monk, and sneered: "Cut! Old monk, what's the ghost called! If the kid doesn't order good wine and meat, how can he plug the dead old man's mouth!"

"Amitabha, Wuchen, take these things to the master, you don't want to die?" the withered lamp on the side shouted in a low voice.

"Hehehe, abbot, it's not that the kid doesn't want to die, it's the old man who doesn't want to die when he sees this!

Tianjiu said, Shi Shiran walked to the Bodhi tree, threw the Nabao bag in his hand to the ground, and sat on the ground.

"Old man who breaks the dust, Sanpin Ling pork, the drunken immortal wine of Wanfolou, your favorite, I brought it to you!

"Breaking the dust?!" Dry Sky was dumbfounded.

"Is he a dust-breaking monk?" dozens of bigwigs were stunned for a moment, looking at the white-bearded old monk sitting cross-legged with his back in a daze.

"Amitabha! Masters, the old body has broken through the dust, and I finally meet you again!"

The old monk got up slowly, turned around, and smiled harmlessly at everyone.

In the crowd, Master Kuquan trembled, he stepped out, pointed at Pochen and shouted: "Be bold and break the dust, what are you pretending to be a ghost? How can a mere sweeping novice be able to turn into a god? It's really ridiculous!"

"Arrogant and ignorant!

The old monk sneered, and slapped his withered hand lightly. Ten thousand feet away, a foot in front of Master Kuquan, a big silver hand suddenly appeared, and the big hand also fanned away with the palm of the old monk who broke the dust.

"Papapapa~!"

A series of extremely crisp sounds came out, and I saw Master Kuquan's head swing sharply, a big face instantly blood red, and ten purple-black fingerprints were clearly visible on both cheeks.

Master Kuquan wanted to raise his hand to protect him, but unfortunately not only his hands, but even his body couldn't move a bit. As a last resort, he shouted:

"Master Dry Heaven, save me!"

Not far away, the dry sky's face was pale, he gritted his teeth fiercely, and his big hand slowly stretched out, and the secret technique of the Buddha's palm was about to be cast.

A silver claw grabbed it in the air, and with only a slight pause, it broke through all the protection in front of Kutian's body, and easily grabbed it on Kutian's wrist, and then, in his dantian, all the spiritual power in Yuanying's body was stagnant, and he could no longer drive the slightest.

In order to incarnate a god, the old body incarnated into a mortal, broke and then stood up, with a small sweep of the floor, from the beginning of more than a thousand years of practice, you and other juniors, but never saw through, it is really ridiculous! The Buddha has a spirit in the sky, I don't know whether to cry or laugh?" The old monk of Pochen raised his head and shook his head at the big guy.

"Amitabha, Master, please be merciful to your subordinates and let the dry spring go?" said the dry lamp stiffly, trembling.

"Hmph! Looking at the withered lamp on the face today, I will spare you once, and then dare to speak out and knock out your big teeth!" Pochen said fiercely, stopping the fanning of his palm, and the silver hand holding the withered sky also melted piece by piece, turning into a little spiritual power and disappearing. (To be continued......)