I'm all lucky because I'm too afraid of bad luck

Zhang Xuansheng held back for a long time, and finally couldn't help but ask: "Could it be...the way for the immortal emperor to hit a higher realm is to kill himself in other worlds?"

Puhua nodded, shook his head again, and said: "Everyone has different ways of dealing with it, and the poor monk doesn’t know what’s right. There was once a person who used to kill the Dao. It was in the third stage after the Dao. Within this era, he killed himself in other worlds and succeeded in detaching himself."

"There was also an existence, competing with another in other worlds, and occupying the path that should have belonged to the other party. After such a repetition, in the end, one day, it also transcends."

"Some people persuaded themselves in other worlds, let them merge into themselves one by one, and later succeeded in detaching themselves."

"The poor monk can't do it, and he has used secret methods to wander around, but the poor monk neither wants to kill, nor does he want to fight with him to destroy another one of his own life, and he does not want to deceive people into my body. I temper myself day after day, and when that day comes, it all becomes empty talk."

Pu Hua said in the end, looking at the Tiankeng and the disciples who turned into stone statues, Zhang Xuansheng wondered if the other party regretted it at this moment. If he had stronger strength, maybe Da Leiyin Temple would not be destroyed in those days?

"Senior, can you use the secret method to calculate for me, are there still others in other worlds?"

Zhang Xuansheng asked curiously, if so, should he in other worlds be unlucky or lucky?

"The donor allowed?"

Pricewaterhouse confirmed that he had long seen that the person in front of him was a person of supreme luck. The Buddhism family was very good at watching this way, so he was very cautious about helping Zhang Xuansheng deduction.

He knew that if one was not good, his last obsession might also dissipate.

Seeing Zhang Xuansheng nod his head, he used the secret method of the strong city of the immortal emperor realm to perform deduction. After about a quarter of an hour, his expression gradually became more exciting, completely losing the concentration that an ancient Buddha should have.

After returning to his senses, he suddenly grabbed Zhang Xuansheng's shoulder and frightened Zhang Xuansheng. He looked at the other party's wide-open eyes and an unbelievable expression, wondering what happened.

"Senior? How?"

Zhang Xuansheng asked.

Puhua seemed to be aware of his gaffe, let go, first apologized, and then said: "If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, the poor monk would never dare to believe that there are people like you, the donor."

After he sighed, he settled and continued: "The donor, you are actually the only innate existence. No matter what kind of causal node is derived from the world, you are not present. You don't seem to exist in this ancient history. !"

After all, regardless of Zhang Xuansheng's dumbfounded look, he kept thinking: "How is it possible, how is it possible?"

Puhua feels that his view on cultivation has been completely subverted. If there are creatures like Zhang Xuansheng, what are they practicing and what are they pursuing?

And what he is very curious now is, if Zhang Xuansheng one day breaks through to the Immortal Emperor, will he be directly detached?

Zhang Xuansheng also breathed a sigh of relief at this time, although according to what Phua said, it is strange that there is no one in other parallel worlds.

But he still felt that other worlds did not have themselves, which made people feel at ease and a lot more comfortable.

It's just that the question does exist, that is why he is so special, is it because he is a traverser?

I don't know what Ling Zihan's situation is. When I get to the Immortal Emperor Realm in the future, I can try it out.

"Senior, there was a detached presence that day, and he shot Da Leiyin Temple?"

Zhang Xuansheng drew back Puhua who was thinking about it. What he was curious about was what the Great Leiyin Temple did to provoke that kind of existence.

After Puhua came back to his senses, he was asked this question with a trace of guilt in his expression.

"Hey, the disaster of Da Leiyin Temple is all due to the poor monk, who went the wrong way."

As he said, he waved his hand gently, and the Great Hall of Great Heroes in the distance collapsed, and the magnificent Buddha statue on the main seat flew up.

In the process of flying over, the surface dust continued to fall off, revealing the original appearance of Jinhua circulating.

But this is still not finished. After it landed, Puhua's finger lightly tapped, and cracks appeared on the surface of the Buddha statue and gradually shattered.

Eventually the skin faded, and what was left was the purest white light. This thing Zhang Xuansheng was familiar with was the power of faith.

"I think there are a lot of these things in the donor's body. The poor monk suggested that if you don't intend to use this to prove the truth, it is better to disperse it as soon as possible, otherwise he may suffer a catastrophe."

Puhua glanced at Zhang Xuansheng, obviously seeing the power of faith gathered in his thunder flame golden body.

"What's the solution?"

Zhang Xuansheng questioned.

"The poor monk was unwilling to take the path that the predecessors took, so I wanted to find another way to leave behind the legends and incense traditions of the poor monk in the thousands of derivative worlds. If people of all realms believe in me, then I shall be true."

"This method has really worked. The poor monk's cultivation level has been significantly enhanced. I thought that if the few remaining worlds were paved, the poor monk would be able to transcend, but before it succeeded, it attracted terror. Existence shot me."

When Puhua talks about this, it is inevitable to show a trace of resentment. He is hating himself, 30 million Buddhist disciples...

"The poor monk did not see the true meaning of the detached existence. With only a palm, he broke through the big formation under the auspices of the poor monk, the sky fell and the earth fell, the strange stone statue fell, and the disciples petrified one after another."

"The poor monk has not yet recovered from the injury caused by the palm just now, and then Qingtian pointed his finger, sitting on the spot."

Zhang Xuansheng was shocked when he heard it. According to Puhua, he was definitely one of the best among the immortal emperors at that time, and being free from detachment was just a step forward.

But in the face of a truly detached existence, with the help of the power of sentient beings, be broken by one palm and pointed to death?

Is that realm so terrible?He really couldn't imagine that with a smiley face in front of him, looking at some bohemian Yuanshi Taoist, is he also such a strong person?

"There should also be taboos in the true spirit world, such as the legendary true spirit land?"

Zhang Xuansheng doubted that, according to Lannuo's words, there should be an opportunity for transcendence in the real spirit, perhaps there are taboos.

Puhua shook his head and said: "The existence of those realms will not fight against each other because of creatures like us."

This made Zhang Xuansheng simply incomprehensible. How does Puhua say he is also a person in his own world, and maybe he will be able to detach himself soon, is it so indifferent?

"The donor may not understand now, and the poor monk hopes that the donor will never understand."

Puhua sighed.

Zhang Xuansheng looked at Puhua's lonely appearance, and stopped mentioning this, and said: "The last two questions, what is the relationship between the Tianyin Kingdom and Da Leiyin Temple today? How long has it been since that day?"