Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

In the palace, the incense fires are scattered, the faithful, kneeling on their futons, kowtowing and worshipping.

Hidden in the corner, Xiao Chen looked gloomy and uncertain, staring dead at the gold statue of "Wenshi Bodhisattva” in front.

The man of the statue, divine and solemn, with a smile in the corner of his mouth and a stamp on his left and right hands, respectively, is a saying stamp and a flower stamp. It is a famous hand stamp of Buddha Gate.

And the tongue blossomed with gold lotus, and the mouth hung with rivers, and the flowers rose.

A blossom, a flower, a smile, a laugh, a red dust, a bustling view.

Nothing wrong. Only the face of this statue of Bodhisattva. After Xiao Chen saw it clearly, all he had left was a smile. This face is not the face of Buddhisattva.

It was the right face of the blood monk Zhuang. Xiao Chen had a good memory. He was also impressed by the scattering of the rubble of the earth that had chased him.

A good strategy is to use the extensive foundation once laid by the small thunderclap monastery to directly absorb the power of faith for your own use.

Xiao Chen gently flew to the beam and looked down. Slowly opening the eyes of the sky, only the worshippers of the worship, after every kowtow, an invisible green energy flowed out of their bodies.

Like a moth flies into the flame, the dense numbness flies towards the golden statue.

The smile at the corner of the statue's mouth, in Xiao Chen's eyes, became more and more evil, like a monster eating the human brain marrow.

If he thought thoughtfully, Xiao Chen reached out and breathed a strand of green energy, which he caught in his hand, and was filled with the power of faith.

With an open mouth, she felt refreshed and refreshed, her body was all up and down, and her comfortable bones were getting soft.

In the mind, at the same time, there are voices, there are children, there is security, there is health, all the prayers of some believers.

Closely digesting the power of these beliefs, Xiao Chen insinuated that the power of these beliefs cannot be directly converted into cultivation, but requires secrets.

Xiao Chen, who was about to close the eyes of the cave sky, suddenly noticed something strange, behind the golden statue, a round of black bitter sea.

Without absorbing the power of faith, a drop of bitter black water falls into it.

Xiao Chen stood still for a moment and suddenly realized that a little anger appeared on his face. This is the power of faith, and all the messages of prayer are excavated, leaving nothing but the purest power of faith.

Faith is one another, I believe in you, worship you, burn incense, worship the Buddha, seek the Bodhisattva. You will have to listen to my prayers, not to say to satisfy everyone's prayers, but to choose one or two of them that are more urgent.

But now this group throws out the prayers of all as garbage and impurities, leaving only the power of faith that is useful to them.

The robbery was unilaterally plundered, brainwashed, but crowned with great righteousness.

Looking at the devout followers and the succession of their former servants, Xiao Chen was a little sad and ironic to think about.

Close the eyes of the cave sky, all visions dissipate, the scene in front of them becomes once again, the fire is spreading, the people smoke in the hall, a party of solemn mourning.

It is certain that the owner behind Blackflame Island is Zhuang Zheng, otherwise this temple will not be filled with his own statues.

Now we need to figure out another question: Blood monks, staring at Starling Island.

Pack your mood, Xiao Chen flew out silently and in the direction of Blackflame City. There is the largest temple in the entire Black Flame Island, Mingzhi Temple, with more fireworks and more than a hundred times more worshippers than there are here.

The walls of Emei, reflected in the curtains, and the gates of the city were heavily guarded, all bald-headed martial artists in monks' robes. Above the walls, Xiao Chen felt that there were at least two Master Wusheng guards.

Xiao Chen, who concealed the restoration technique, entered the city smoothly, asked, and found out the place of Ming Xing Temple.

The magnificent richness of the temple, some of which is very tongue-in-cheek, walked thousands of steps, followed the flow of people, Xiao Chen entered the Mingzheng Temple. This time in the center of the palace is not the Buddha Buddha's statue, but the gold statue of the Amitabha Buddha.

The eight great bodhisattvas on the left and right, the thirty-two wise kings on both sides, and 108 Luohan statues, the expression is fierce and somewhat exaggerated, standing in the temple for worship.

Of course, none of these are true Buddhist statues, just replacing the fake Buddha.

Xiao Chen did not have to open the eyes of the sky to imagine how strong the faith here is.

The statue of the Amitabha Buddha in the middle of the hall, with the naked eye, can see the hidden circle of Buddha light, more solemn and divine color, making people worship.

Xiao Chen saw the scenery sink in, the blood and monk Zhuang fits perfectly, in this mysterious Buddhist power, is not the leader.

The true leader should be the true body of this centrally erected Amitabha Buddha, Zhuang Zheng Zheng Zheng is just one of the eight great Bodhisattva under his command.

“The benefactor, if he enters the Ming Jing Temple, why is he standing outside the treasure palace and not standing forward? ”

Inside the palace, came an old monk with a solemn treasure, benign eyebrow towards Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen took a look and was shocked. The strength of this old monk was not simple.

With the strength of the Little Zheng Zhuan Emperor, Buddha light on his body, full of thousands of laps, there is also a golden bitter sea behind him, standing in the treasure palace, giving Xiao Chen a deep unpredictable feeling.

When Xiao Chen came here, he had noticed that the force was not simple. He didn't think of hitting the snake. He said calmly: “Nothing, I just heard from a friend that the Black Flame Island Buddha Gate rose and came to gather a lively scene. Stunned by the statue of the Buddha in the palace, it was a bit unrecognized. ”

The old monk laughed: "If not, the old monk feels that the benefactor is too angry and sinful to face Western Buddha. In fact, if you take a step forward, you can turn back to shore and wash away your sins. ”

Xiao Chen's eyebrows picked up and said with some pointers: “This step is gone, I'm afraid I won't be able to turn back. ”

In the main hall, there is another Xuan machine, Xiao Chen is not so vigilant yet, will not rush in.

The old monk pointed to the many mortals who were kneeling in the palace and worshipping the statue of the Buddha. “Master, why do you say this? Have you not seen these believers in peace? ”

Xiao Chen faintly said: “What does that have to do with me, I have never thought of washing it all up. ”

The old monk smiled unabated, "Looks like there are a lot of troubles in the master's heart. Why don't you go into the palace and talk to Lao Zheng in detail, maybe I can point you to some confusion. ”

Xiao Chen calmly replied: “Another day, I'm a little tired today. ”

After saying goodbye, the old monk did not make any reserves. After a Buddha of Amitabha was heard, Xiao Chen was sent away.

Until Xiao Chen walked away, the smile on the old monk's face disappeared immediately. He summoned a little Shameen and said, "Send someone to keep an eye on him, inform Vinci Bodhisattva, Qinglong Wang Xiao Chen is here. ”

Leaving the hall, Xiao Chen walked faster and faster, knowing that he had revealed his identity and was seen by the old monk.

The water on Blackflame Island, far deeper than imagined, broke into the island, and he was a little reckless.

Walking out of the city gate, Xiao Chen rose up and quickly flew off the island. On this blackflame island, it always feels a little strange and doesn't feel too safe.

As we were about to leave the island, a large swath of Buddhist light suddenly appeared in front of us. The heavens filled with endless Buddhist sounds and sounded all over the place, all chanting the sounds of the scriptures.

Clouds surged, a huge statue of Buddha blocked Xiao Chen's path, but it was Manshu Bodhisattva's Pharaoh Golden Bodhisattva.

Standing in front, like a mountain, Xiao Chen looked as small as an ant.

“Master Xiao, we meet again.” Huge Phase of Law opening, loud and loud, each syllable can shock the heart, pointing directly to the bottom of the heart.

Xiao Chen chuckled: “Zhuang Zheng Zhenghe, it's been two or three years. You don't want to be a blood monk, but you've come to sit up on the Bodhisattva. It's a big surprise. ”

Zhuang Zhenghe laughed: “Nothing like Xiao Chen Shi, young, famous Kunlun, the name of the Green Dragon King, is now spread throughout the ocean world. ”

Xiao Chen did not want to be rubbish. He said, "My resentment with you in the past is just a small matter. You give me a truth and send someone to Starling Island for what purpose. ”

The Pharaoh spoke and said solemnly: "Naturally, the opening of the altar speaks, spreading my Buddhist teachings, saving the lives and eating in purgatory, converting to my Buddha. ”

Xiao Chen coldly said: “It seems that this resentment really cannot be dispelled. ”

Fa Xiang smiled: “No, I, Buddha, have mercy. Only you have the heart of Buddha, Ben Buddha can personally transform you, make you my Buddha to protect Fa Kong. ”

Xiao Chen did not want to fight this person here on Blackflame Island, but rather said that he was ready to rush over once his figure flashed.

Zhuang Zhenghe sneered, Bodhisattva Fa Xiang, with a wicked smile on his solemn face: “I will not go to you, you come to the door yourself, now I want to go, I am late! ”

Mountain Phantoms of Law, slapped and scattered throughout the Black Flame Island on the statue of the Different Bodhisattva, all flowed out of a pure power of faith towards the Phantom of Law in the void.

Behind this law, a circle of Buddhist light, five colors of light, colorful glass, instantly reached the realm of the Great and Full Quasi-Emperor.

Huge palms fell, leaving Xiao Chen nowhere to hide, slapping, bang, then blowing Xiao Chen back, smashing a mountain peak.