In the underground forging room, Chen Fan used pure yang fire with his bare hands and arms to boost the fire in the furnace, and various materials were further processed by him on the platform and kept for later use.

Since Cangxiong escaped by using the spiritual deactivation secret technique of the green umbrella, Chen Fan realized that if he wanted to lay down a complete four-elephant formation, the green umbrella must be repaired, and for how to repair the green umbrella, Chen Fan was naturally confident.

However, Chen Fan considered that there might be a situation where the eye master was low, and he still made a lot of preparations, if it was usual, he would naturally immerse himself in the memory of forging, but now, he didn't have much time to study, Cangji Cangxiong and the two died, and the head was counted on his head, this feud, whether it was Cangyun Temple or Dayin Temple, would definitely settle accounts with him.

And the words of Monk Baoshan just now made Chen Fan realize that Dayin Temple is like a big mountain, and it is difficult to shake it now.

"Duh!"

Chen Fan urged the true qi, injected the green umbrella into the real fire, and gradually added repair materials with the knowledge of forging.

Due to the rush of time, Chen Fan did not plan to improve the grade of the green umbrella, he just needed it to be able to restore its original power.

"Crackle!"

As time passed, a faint thunderous sound gradually appeared on the fiery bones of the green umbrella, and Chen Fan injected the thundering stone into it, and the sound of the green umbrella whining was loud, and the arc was dense like a net, repairing the damaged place little by little.

Next, it's time to wait for a fix.

Chen Fan didn't wait, but used it for two purposes, took out the scriptures given by Monk Baoshan, and looked at them one by one.

I don't know how long it took, Chen Fan put down a scripture called "Mahayana Pineapple Pineapple Heart Mantra" in his hand, rubbed his forehead, his eyeballs were a little bloodshot, on the one hand, he had to pay attention to the repair of the green umbrella, and on the other hand, he had to spend a lot of energy to comprehend the scriptures, which was a great burden on his brain and physical strength.

Of course, Chen Fan has now cultivated the Liuren Forging Body Technique to the fifth layer, both the physical strength and the divine soul are far stronger than the cultivators of the same realm, the reason why he put down the scriptures is because he found that the secret techniques of Buddhism recorded in each scripture are extremely profound, as Monk Baoshan said, with limited energy, to study the profound scriptures and Buddhism, it is impossible to achieve it at all, and in addition, he is now in addition to the Taisu Spirit Sutra, his cultivation is already very mottled.

He understands the truth that he can't chew too much.

It's just that he has to face the Dayin Temple next, the so-called knowing oneself and knowing the other, in order to have a chance of winning, although he can't comprehend the three thousand Buddhism for a while, but from these scriptures, he still found the technique to lift the forbidden spell imposed on Hu Xiang'er and Jiang Yue.

According to Chen Fan's understanding, the two girls should have been planted by the Buddha with a forbidden technique of 'subduing the spell', so that the two of them fell into an infinite dream, and if they want to lift it, they need to use the pure heart spell.

Therefore, the rest of Chen Fan's time focused on comprehending the Pure Heart Mantra, and for a while, he gained a lot.

In the evening, the green light in the forging room was magnificent, the crackling sound continued, and a brand-new green umbrella fell into Chen Fan's hand, Chen Fan looked at the green umbrella carefully, and always felt that the green umbrella in his hand was vaguely different from before, as if there was a little more mysterious mental connection, his heart moved, a drop of essence blood poured out of his fingers, and a blood spell rune was laid on the green umbrella.

Buzzing, after the green umbrella absorbed the blood curse, the light was sheng, Chen Fan urged with a little luck, and the green thunder on the green umbrella gradually turned into purple thunder, and with a bang, an electric arc surged, knocking a small hole in the wall.

"Yes, all things have spirits, and all things have spirits. ”

Chen Fan realized something, took out the inkstone-like turtle shell, red token and lifelike wood carving, and drenched out three drops of essence blood each, using different true qi attributes to depict the unique blood spell runes.

With the absorption of the runes, Chen Fan really realized that the three treasures in his hand were all as closely related to the green umbrella.

Chen Fan looked at the time, he didn't have time to test the power increase of the four treasures after recombination, he changed into a crisp suit and headed towards the agreed Jinguang Temple.

......

The white moon shines on the temple surrounded by greenery, and the rows of burning candles on the shelves reflect each other.

Outside the incense hall, eighteen monks stand on the stone steps in ninety-nine, step by step, on the weapon rack, sticks and pestles are neatly arranged.

After a hundred steps of stairs, is the platform avenue leading to the Daxiong Treasure Palace, on the avenue, a twin bell tower across the avenue, a weight of a thousand catties of Qingding ancient bell with an iron lock suspended in the middle of the twin towers, the cooked copper stick bowl that rings the bell is big and thick, on the twin towers, each stands a monk covered in copper, like a statue, motionless.

Daxiong Treasure Palace, the door is several zhang wide, the white stone carved railing, the carved strange stone Buddha statue, lifelike, the rolling dragon-colored Zen cloth curtain is bundled with a corner, and countless prayer flags are hung on the ribbon.

In the treasure hall, a golden Buddha is as high as two zhang, entrenched in it, like a flower smile, like a Buddha angrily reprimanded prison.

The Buddha girl sat on a cuilian futon in front of the big Buddha case, her veil covered her true face, and she vaguely saw her lips moving slightly, as if she was reciting scriptures.

A foot of white cloth was wrapped around the urn and placed in front of the incense table.

Zen woman Shizuka, silent two women holding incense to file a case, in front of four old monks who chanted the scriptures of transcendence to worship Zen.

The mournful Sanskrit sounds, the rhythmic brass bells, the drums, and the sound are constant.

In the apse of this dignified Jinguang Temple, three old monks in crimson robes are all closed and motionless.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The melodious sound of ancient bells spread all over Jinguang Temple.

The three old monks opened their eyes at the same time, and each twisted the Buddha beads without moving.

And the Buddha girl in the Daxiong Treasure Hall shook the mallet in her hand, and her vermilion lips under the veil revealed a touch of coldness!

"Take the head and dedicate it to the child!"

The voice of the Buddha girl stirred in the ears of every monk.

On the stone steps of the mountain gate, eighteen monks posed at the same time!

"Hah!"

The sound is as strong as ever.

Airplanes!

Airplanes!

Airplanes!

Eighteen cooked copper sticks are neatly aligned, held in the hands of eighteen monks, and the head of the stick is forward, pointing directly at a young man in Tsing Yi!

Moontop treetops.

Chen Fan arrived as promised!

And he was greeted by eighteen monks and eighteen cooked copper sticks.

There aren't any opening statements.

There was no one to spread it.

Chen Fan walked straight up the steps.

The Buddha wanted to see him.

It's not that simple.

See you in your hands!

"I like this battle very much!"

The corners of Chen Fan's mouth raised, and a monk led by him held a stick with one hand, but he inexplicably saluted Chen Fan.

"Offended. ”

These eighteen monks were originally monks of Jinguang Temple!

After the monk finished saluting, the long stick in his hand was like a spear and spit out the letter, bringing up a touch of silver light, and went straight to Chen Fan's throat!

Chen Fan seemed to be motionless, but his figure appeared behind the monk like a ghost, one step and three steps, and the monk fell into the void with a stick.

"Array!"

The first monk backhanded a familiar copper stick, and did not recklessly be brave, the long stick pestle, eighteen monks made the same action.

(End of chapter)