Chapter 416 Mahakasyapa

"Amitabha!"

A Buddhist chant resounded throughout the venue.

The nine magical powers behind the wonderful monk Fayin disappeared silently, and the invisible pressure on Zhu Yanji also disappeared quietly. Everyone's eyes were focused on the little monk.

Only Xiao Mian slapped his forehead and stayed out of it.

At this time, the little monk had a solemn face, put his hands together, and walked towards the ring step by step. Every step was down to earth, and every step was thrilling. The wonderful monk Fayin looked at the little monk calmly, but only he knew what happened just now-with a Buddhist chant, the nine magical powers he manifested were assimilated!

The disappearance of the nine magical powers was not done by Fayin on his own, but passively.

Who is this little monk?

How can he interfere with his magical powers when he hasn't formed the elixir yet?

Could it be the legendary person?

No!

That person should still be looking for wisdom. Although Fayin did not see that person when he came to Longhua Temple, he also heard about his past. Although that person was known as a spiritual boy, he could not awaken his wisdom, so he traveled all over the Buddhist temples in Xishuzhou. In the end, he did not hear that the person awakened his wisdom. Instead, he went to Nanyuezhou a few years ago.

Nanyuezhou, a small place where no one lives, it was a pity that he could think of it!

Could that Tianlong Temple be compared with the ten major Buddhist temples in Xishuzhou?

The more he thought about it, the more resentful Fayin felt.

He thought of Fayin, the wonderful monk, and the most outstanding disciple of this generation in Longhua Temple. He has been practicing Taoism for only two hundred years, and he is only one step away from the Nascent Soul Realm.

But why, why did the master and other brothers talk about that person with respect, but he was just a kid who couldn't find wisdom!

"Are you from Longhua Temple?" Just as Fayin was thinking about it, the little monk had come to Fayin and asked calmly. Fayin was stunned and nodded. He could not see through the little monk, so he planned to wait and see. Unexpectedly, the little monk asked in a careless manner: "Is the abbot of Longhua Temple still Mingjian?"

"How dare you! The name of the abbot of Longhua Temple is not something you, a little monk, can shout about?" Before Fayin said anything, his old disciple had already pointed at the little monk's nose and scolded him. The little monk did not even look at the old monk, but looked at Fayin and continued to ask: "What does Longhua Temple want Lei Yunyu for? Could it be that Longhua Temple is still unwilling to give up and wants to open the secret library left by the 'Lei Peng Demon Lord'?"

"You! Who are you!?"

As soon as he said this, the Buddha's light flashed in Fayin's eyes. Obviously, if the little monk's question and answer did not satisfy him, he would use the same trick he used to deal with Zhu Yanji to deal with the little monk.

"You want to kill me?"

"You! I..."

The little monk said lightly, and the squeezed monk Fayin was speechless, because although Buddhist monks do not abstain from killing, they do not advocate killing. Moreover, killing people for a disagreement is really contrary to the Buddhist philosophy. How could Fayin dare to admit it?

What made Fayin even more terrified was that the magic power of the sword that subdued demons condensed in his eyes gradually disintegrated under the gaze of the little monk, and once again dissipated into nothingness.

If the previous time was accidental, this time is inevitable!

Who is this little monk! ?

"Go back! Tell Mingjian: It's not time to open the secret library of Lei Peng Yaozun. When the time comes, the eight thunder feathers will naturally gather together again!"

"Eight thunder feathers? There are actually eight thunder feathers?"

"You don't even know how many thunder feathers there are, and you come to rob them by trickery?"

Now it was the little monk's turn to be stunned. Seeing Fayin's face uncertain, the little monk shook his head and waved to Fayin and the old monk.

The next moment, a Buddha light rose from behind Fayin's head, and the Buddha light suddenly condensed into a lotus platform, which enveloped Fayin and the old monk and soared into the sky.

That Fayin was actually abducted by his own Buddha light magic!

Everyone present was a discerning person, and naturally saw from Fayin's shocked face that Fayin was forced to leave, but the lotus platform was clearly one of the nine magic powers that Fayin had manifested before, how could the little monk be able to turn the tide and send and receive as he wished?

Even Zhu Yanji did not dare to underestimate the little monk at this time.

This little monk who could play with the wonderful monk Fayin in the palm of his hand, could it be the incarnation of a Yuanying ancestor of Buddhism playing in the world?

Yes!

I have heard that there is a kind of ascetic monk in Buddhism who likes to beg for alms everywhere and save all living beings. Could this inconspicuous little monk be this kind of worldly master?

Although Zhu Yanji's guess was not correct, it was not far off.

"Are you the maid of the Ghost Mother?" At this time, the little monk asked, and Zhu Yanji hurriedly replied respectfully: "Yes! Junior Zhu Yan, I greet you, senior!"

"Calculate the time, the Ghost Mother's great heavenly tribulation is coming again, right? How are the preparations going? Do you know how confident you are? Oh, right! Donor Xu, have you come out of retreat?"

The little monk's question was light and calm, but it sounded like thunder in Zhu Yanji's ears.

Although it was not a top secret that the Ghost Mother was going to survive the great heavenly tribulation, it was definitely not something that a little monk could know.

What really frightened Zhu Yanji was the little monk's last sentence.

Donor Xu - these three words fell into Zhu Yanji's ears, and they were like thunder in the sky.

The Ghost Mother that Zhu Yanji served was the nominal ruler of the Netherworld Ghost Realm.

The Netherworld Ghost Realm was the gathering place of all ghost cultivators in Xishuzhou. In the minds of ghost cultivators, the status of the Netherworld Ghost Realm was similar to that of Wanzong City in the minds of casual cultivators.

However, what the world doesn't know is that the Ghost Mother is not the true supreme being in the Netherworld Ghost Realm.

The Ghost Saint is the real master of the Netherworld Ghost Realm!

It's just that the Ghost Saint has been in seclusion all year round. Except for the close attendants around the Ghost Mother, few people in the Netherworld Ghost Realm know about the existence of the Ghost Saint. They only regard the Ghost Mother as the master of ghosts.

Even Zhu Yanji only vaguely knew that the Ghost Saint's surname seemed to be Xu. She never expected that this little monk would reveal the biggest secret of the Netherworld Ghost Realm...

This little monk is not only a worldly master, but also a terrifying worldly master of high seniority!

Not only do they know about the existence of ghost saints, but they also know that ghost saints are in retreat. How many people are there in the world?

"Senior! I wonder what your name is? I might as well bring a message to the old ghost mother when I go back..." In a few words, the young monk's seniority has been upgraded from "senior" to "senior", but the young monk doesn't take it seriously. After pondering thoughtfully, he suddenly waved towards Xiao Mian. After Xiao Mian got on the ring, the young monk asked for a flawless seed and gave it to Zhu Yanji, saying: "The great catastrophe of the ghost mother is probably going to be very bad. If you take this thing back, you will definitely be indispensable." the benefits of!"

"This is..." Seeing that the young monk had no intention of explaining, Zhu Yanji treasured the flawless seed knowingly, then glanced at Xiao Mian, suddenly took out a brocade handkerchief and handed it to Xiao Mian: "This brocade handkerchief is Although it is inconspicuous, it is also a primary defense magic weapon. Nujiaguan was very attracted to this young man, so he gave it to me as a gift! "

Seeing that the young monk was noncommittal, Xiao Mian felt at ease and took the square brocade handkerchief into his arms. Xiao Miancai didn't care whether Zhu Yanji wanted to curry favor with the young monk or wanted to repay the flawless gift. The primary defensive magic weapon was worth a hundred thousand mid-grade spiritual stones!

Xiao Mian will not be embarrassed if he has a thick skin and gets a hundred thousand spirits!

"Go!" With a wave of his hand, the young monk ordered Zhu Yanji to be kicked out. Zhu Yanji seemed to want to say something more, but in the end she bowed and saluted: "Yes!"

After saying that, Zhu Yanji took the lead to leave. The other Gui Xiao and others left the Wolf Howl Valley as if they were running for their lives without her greeting them, for fear that they would be caught by the young monk if they didn't run fast.

The Ghost Mother, a dignified Nascent Soul top-level monk, is the number one master in the minds of many ghost cultivators. How can they provoke someone who can be on an equal footing with the Ghost Mother?

In this way, the five golden elixirs of the ghost realm come like wind and go like lightning.

A family crisis was eliminated in a few words by the young monk.

Life goes up and down too fast.

This is a true portrayal of Tuoba Shan's current state of mind. First, his beloved son Tuoba Jian lost, then he won, then Xiao Mian won, then Tuoba Yun lost, and then Zhu Yanji appeared, Miao Monk Fayin appeared, and Tuoba Shan Bashan had almost resigned himself to defeat.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the young monk came on stage, he waved away the master and apprentice Miao Monk Fayin, and then waved away Zhu Yanji and five other ghostly golden elixirs. The moon-white monk's clothes were not even a speck of dust.

It turns out that this little monk is the savior of the Tuoba tribe!

It's funny that Tuoba Shan never took a serious look at this young monk before. Even Tuoba Ling, who invited Xiao Mian to the Tuoba clan, only invited the young monk by the way.

Full of annoyance, Tuoba Shan came to the young monk and saluted respectfully.

Even Zhu Yanji, a quasi-Nascent Soul cultivator, was very respectful to the young monk. What did he mean to him as a top-level Jindan cultivator?

What's more, Tuoba Shan had already guessed the young monk's identity, so he performed this ceremony with even more sincerity and respect.

"Thank you, Holy Monk, for your great kindness to our Tuoba clan!" Tuoba Shan straightened up and saw a faint smile on the young monk's face. Tuoba Shan was in a state of confusion, but he still asked, "Dare you ask Holy Monk?" What’s the name? Where does it come from?”

"In the Shicha Sea, there is a hill; on the hill, there is a small temple." When the young monk said this, he stretched out his right hand to the sky, and a golden Polo flower suddenly fell from the sky, landing squarely on the young monk. Between your fingers, it feels like it was made in heaven. At this moment, the young monk smiled slightly: "Amitabha! The young monk's name is Mahakasyapa!"