Chapter 434
Chapter 434
"What?"
Li Ci curled his lips.
"With your strength, it shouldn't be a big problem to uproot the Pure Land Temple?"
"Even if the Great Buddha of Heaven has merged with the demon flesh, it is only the ninth level of the Holy Embryo Realm. It is not worth mentioning to you, right?"
Song Ping'an rubbed his hands.
Li Ci said, "The ninth level of the Holy Embryo Realm?"
"It is indeed not worth mentioning!"
Yue Banqiu gritted his teeth and said nothing.
The ninth level of the Holy Embryo Realm, the realm masters of their one-star small fairy world also have this cultivation level.
So, their one-star small fairy world is also not worth mentioning?
Although he was unwilling, it seemed to be true for Li Ci.
"Can't you try your best? Why do you always rely on outsiders?"
Li Ci shrugged.
Song Ping'an's eyes widened and he was speechless.
What do you mean by try your best?
He is at the ninth level of the Holy Embryo Realm. No matter how hard he tries, it will be useless.
"We are all brothers, you are embarrassing me like this, right?"
Song Ping'an put his hands together, "It seems that I have to chant sutras for you to awaken your good thoughts."
Li Ci: "..."
"How about this, you killed the Great Buddha, and you took the three immortal Buddha relics in his Pure Land Temple?"
Song Ping'an blinked.
"Immortal Buddha relics? What's the use?"
Li Ci also blinked and said.
"The relics of immortals and Buddhas have many uses. Immortals and Buddhas are supreme beings in Buddhism. It's not that their cultivation is strong, but that they have a charm of Buddhism that outsiders cannot match. The relics of immortals and Buddhas are the treasures of Buddhism. They contain the mysteries, wisdom, merits, and compassion of Buddhism..."
Li Ci waved his hand to interrupt Song Ping'an, "In other words, the relics of immortals and Buddhas are a guiding light in the eyes of you Buddhist disciples, but what does it have to do with me?"
"What's the use of me taking it? I can't eat it, I can't improve my cultivation, and I can't use it."
"No, no, no, you can't say that. Maybe you also have the wisdom of Buddhism. If you realize something from the relics of immortals and Buddhas, it's a rare opportunity."
Song Ping'an continued to tempt.
"The relics of the immortal Buddha are indeed the enlightenment of an immortal Buddha to Buddhism in his life. It is not a treasure to improve cultivation, nor is it something incomparable, but for Buddhist disciples, it is the supreme treasure."
"If a Buddhist sees the relics of the immortal Buddha, he will become a Buddha in one day, and from then on he will understand Buddhism and achieve the position of a great Buddha!"
"If an outsider can understand something from the relics of the immortal Buddha, it is also a great fortune."
Yue Banqiu spoke indifferently.
"Sister-in-law is still knowledgeable. Listen, the ladies of the family are different. You are like a wild man in the mountains!"
Song Ping'an said.
The two: "..."
Shrugged and said nothing more, the two went to the Holy Buddha Temple under the leadership of Song Ping'an.
The moon is like water, and the ground is full of yellow sand.
The Western Desert at night is also lonely.
"The Holy Buddha Temple is in front!"
Across a sand dune, a desert Buddha temple comes into view.
Ancient and mysterious!
"The Western Desert is hard, and Buddhists just like this kind of barren place. They toil their bodies and suffer their souls, and then they become true Buddhas!"
Song Ping'an took a breath.
In the ancient and mysterious Holy Buddha Temple, a huge Buddha statue stood out from the sky, half of its face had fallen off, but its sacred and solemn sense of compassion did not disappear.
It was like a living immortal Buddha, guarding the Holy Buddha Temple and all living beings.
In the dilapidated Holy Buddha Temple, the lights were bright, and the sound of chanting sutras and chanting Buddha kept coming out.
This sacred Buddhist sound seemed to sublimate people's souls to the extreme.
Song Ping'an was familiar with the road and led the two people all the way deeper.
There were Buddha statues everywhere in the temple, all of which looked compassionate, but these Buddha statues were tattered, and none of them were intact.
After a while!
The three came to a hall.
In the hall.
There was only one oil lamp.
In the huge hall, there was only one figure sitting cross-legged.
He was tapping his ears, chanting Buddhist scriptures, his long eyebrows dragging on the ground, his Buddhist robe was old but spotless.
He was skinny, but his whole body was glowing, and the sacred Buddha light was spraying out from countless pores on his body.
He was obviously in his twilight years, skinny, and seemed to be half dead, but he gave people an incomparable feeling.
"Holy Buddha!"
Song Ping'an put away his playful smile, clasped his hands together, serious and sincere.
Li Ci noticed that Song Ping'an called the old man the Holy Buddha, not the Master.
After thinking about it, he was relieved, after all, Song Ping'an's Master was in Yanglong Temple.
"You're back!"
The old Buddha did not look back, and the ears in his hand did not stop.
"It is indeed the Holy Buddha!"
Li Ci was surprised.
The old Buddha's words actually made people feel likeMu Chunfeng felt as if his body and soul were cleansed.
Without a deep understanding of Buddhism, such a result would not be achieved.
"I got the news that Qi Tian has completely given up the idea of attacking the Immortal Buddha Realm. He wants to merge with the demon meat!"
"I also got a piece of news that this demon meat came from a former Yuanying Realm demon. If Qi Tian merges with the demon meat, his cultivation will probably step into the Yuanying Realm in one fell swoop and become a thorough demon Buddha!"
The old Buddha was calm and his hands were twitching, as if he was talking about something ordinary.
"If this is really the case, if the Holy Buddha wants to kill him, he may have to enter the Immortal Buddha Realm. Although achieving the Immortal Buddha Realm will not improve his cultivation, it is already the supreme existence of Buddhism, Buddhism is clear and powerful!"
Song Ping'an said.
If it was before, Song Ping'an would be shocked to get this news.
Now, there is no movement.
Because Li Ci is standing behind him.
A genuine Yuanying strongman.
"I can't become an immortal Buddha!"
The old Buddha shook his head and finally stopped knocking on the wood ear.
He turned around and looked at Li Ci and Yue Banqiu.
He was skinny, like an old tree, but his eyes were as bright as the sun.
Full of Buddha nature, solemnity, and endless Buddha light.
He seemed to have seen through the two of them at a glance.
"Born with immortal sword patterns, born with immortal swords in the palm of your hand, with real immortal bones, the future sword saint!"
"You are from the Zhuxian Divine Sword Sect, right?"
The old Buddha opened his mouth and told Yue Banqiu's trump card.
The whole world, in his eyes, seemed to be transparent.
Yue Banqiu was slightly surprised, clasped his fists and nodded.
"As for you..."
The old Buddha's eyes fell on Li Ci again, but he frowned.
"Your cultivation is higher than mine. You are so young, but you have such cultivation. According to common sense, you must be a rare talent, with countless treasures, and you are born superior to others."
"But your talent for cultivation is very low, and your comprehension is extremely poor. Even if you practice martial arts, you will never reach the level of a martial arts master in your lifetime!"
The old Buddha's eyes narrowed.
"But you, this cultivation... I... can't explain..."
The old Buddha shook his head.
Li Ci obviously has a very poor foundation, but his achievements are against the will of heaven.
Even if it is him, after observing countless people, he can't figure out what went wrong.
Yue Banqiu was stunned.
Li Ci has a very poor talent and low comprehension?
Then what are these people?
Are they worse than trash?
"I can have this day, all thanks to my own efforts. I believe that if I don't give up, don't slack off, and have firm beliefs, one day I will break all the impossibilities!"
Li Ci said seriously.
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