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In the six hundred years of the ancient Chinese world, there were no less than twenty people who were qualified to cultivate the "Eight Desolations and Phaseless Heavenly Gong", but except for the little monk Mingyuan, almost no one was able to cultivate to the third peak.

The founder of "Eight Desolations and Phases of Heavenly Gong" is a little unclear even within the Buddhist gate, and it is rumored that it may be the Buddha who entered the world in the Pure Land of Bliss, but it is not known which Buddha it is.

The other two supreme supreme books, the Yijin Sutra and the Heavenly Blessing Recipe, were created by Shakyamuni Buddha and Jizo King Bodhisattva.

In the ancient kingdom of China, there were only a few three or four people who could cultivate one of the three peerless divine skills to the peak in the past five thousand years, and without exception, their lowest achievement was also in the realm of the Consummation Realm Vajra.

Perfection!

This is a terrifying powerhouse that has surpassed several great realms of the Xuanji Taishi Ancestor's conscious realm, in the ancient country of China, but any such Buddhist supreme powerhouse was born, basically leading Huaxia to stand on the top of the world for five hundred years.

The strength of only one person can compete with dozens of surrounding powers, that is the strongest of Buddhism that exists in legends, and it can be said to be a miracle that in modern times, there can be a conscious realm relic monk like the ancestor of the Xuanji Taishi.

When the Xuanji Taishi Ancestor achieved the Consciousness Realm, the surrounding countries that had territorial disputes with the ancient Chinese kingdom took the initiative to retreat for hundreds of miles, which shows the deterrent power of the strong people in the Consciousness Realm.

The path was winding, and after walking for almost a quarter of an hour, the little monk Mingyuan came to the easternmost garden under the guidance of the maid.

Behind the lush flowers and plants, the sound of the guzheng came in a curling voice, the little monk Mingyuan stopped, and at the entrance of the garden, twelve maids who were also wearing white veils Qiqi bowed in a low voice.

In an instant, the little monk Mingyuan felt the aura of the imperial road rushing to his face, and it seemed that this Emperor of the Evening Moon was not a simple person.

Although these twelve maids are not as good as the female officials of Qiuyue who led him in front of them, they are not simple, all of them can be regarded as good-looking, and the most important thing is that each of them has the combat power of about the third grade.

In other words, they are all thorny roses, guards who are more powerful than the Forbidden Army.

originally thought that Princess Diji, who could roam the rivers and lakes, should not have too high a status, after all, if she is a princess who has a great effect on the royal family, how can she have a free body.

But now it seems that it is a bit presumptuous to assert that the identity of this emperor is really not low.

There are two national level imperial doctors, and there are more than thirty attendants hidden in the number of gardens, and their strength should be at the elite level of the forbidden army.

was originally a vase-like maid, but she has a strength that most people in the rivers and lakes envy, Xiyue Villa is really a tiger's den in Longtan, and the foundation of a princess is really strong.

"Your Royal Highness Princess, the little master has brought it, what else do you have to order?"

The female officer Qiuhua asked in the depths of the forest, and made a gesture by the way, and in an instant, all the guards in the forest were scattered, not close but able to effectively protect the safety of the one in the garden.

"Stand down, within ten zhang, no one is allowed to approach, Qiuhua, please worship Wu to suppress the middle gate, and then the conversation between this princess and the little master, the eavesdropper will not be forgiven!"

The aura of the superior made the surrounding atmosphere condensed, and the sound of neat armor was endless, and the female officer of Qiuhua seemed to have expected it, and left directly with her head down.

The little monk of Mingyuan opened the grass curtain hanging horizontally in the bamboo forest, and the faint glow made his eyes squint slightly, as he saw a beautiful woman in palace clothes kneeling on the edge of the gurgling stream.

Next to it is a small wooden yellow table, neatly arranged with purple sand teapots and cups, and the refreshing fragrance spreads.

"It's really similar, but it's a pity that it's not that kid, even the eyebrows are exactly the same!"

Emperor Xiyue stood up and looked at the little monk Mingyuan carefully, with a shocked look on her beautiful face, after all, the identity of that person was too sensitive, and even the royal family took it very seriously.

The little monk of Mingyuan was stunned for a moment, his sword eyebrows were clubbed, and a golden light suddenly flashed in the depths of Baoxiang's solemn pupils because of the words of Emperor Xiyue.

"Huangfu Yunxiao! It's this name again, it's a familiar feeling, what's going on, there is always a vague memory in my head, and it's clearer and clearer every time. ”

After being silent for a moment and absorbing some of the memories, the little monk Mingyuan clasped his hands together: "The mountains and fields are scattered, the poor monk Mingyuan has seen the Emperor of the Moon!"

Without answering the words of Emperor Xiyue, the little monk Mingyuan sat down on the edge of the wooden table by himself, smelling the fragrance of tea in the porcelain cup in front of him, revealing a look of aftertaste.

"The best red robe that is not inferior to the old tea tree in Wuyi Mountain, it should be fried at a simmer, the top germ of early spring, Emperor Ji will really enjoy it!"

Xiyue Emperor Ji catalogue Qiguang, she has been practicing the imperial family's "Otogi Emperor Dao Jue" since she can remember, and the majesty of the imperial tyrant contained in her body is strong, even those ministers and generals of the imperial court, she will be very nervous when she sees her.

However, this little monk, who was almost the same as the child, was able to ignore it, and was able to perfectly taste the taste of the super sunset moon tea he concocted.

In an instant, Emperor Xiyue felt that he had underestimated this little monk, and he was able to treat Zhang Bailian, who was poisoned by the mandala flower in such a treacherous way, and he deserved the honor of a great master.

"If you like it, you can give it to the little master, the special sunset moon tea in the palace is only about ten catties a year, and there are only two catties left in my hand. ”

The little monk Mingyuan tasted the taste carefully, but he didn't expect to be able to drink such a superb tea in this world, it seems that the prosperity here is not much better than that of ancient Huaxia.

"So, thank you so much..."

The conversation between the two has never touched on what others really want to know, and for an hour, both seem to be playing dumb riddles, but there are always all kinds of mysteries when smart people speak.

At the end of the day, the little monk Mingyuan left this garden, but his eyes flickered when he left, obviously sensing some news that surprised him.

"Huangfu Yunxiao, the eldest son of Prince Qian, the first prince of the Great Qianguo, was inexplicably swept into a whirlpool, and God really didn't kick me here with a simple foot. ”

sighed, the little monk Mingyuan cheered up, anyway, since he decided to establish the Shaolin Temple, he had to draw some land in this prosperous era of ten thousand dynasties.

He still has about 13,000 gold dragon coins left on hand, but if he wants to build a Buddhist holy place, this amount of money can only be stuffed between his teeth.

If Master Xuanji had known that I was spreading the glory of Shaolin for him in this world, would he have woken up from his dream with a smile. ”

The little monk Mingyuan's face was red, and his mouth was almost grinning behind his ears, and the entire Shaolin Temple estimated that the closest to him was this Taishi Ancestor who picked him up back then.

It's a pity, I don't know if I will have a chance to meet in this life?

That's it!

When did you start to behave like this little daughter, the little monk Mingyuan shook his head lightly, leaving these superfluous thoughts behind.

In the wing room, the Round Wheel Dharma King and Lao Chang Tou guarded Zhang Bailian, Lu Zhaoyi seemed to be tired of crying, and fell asleep, with a touch of worry on her little face.

"Senior brother, are you back? Emperor Ji didn't embarrass you, did he?"

Waving his hand, the little monk Mingyuan's face was a little serious: "Senior brother, the hundred countries of Ganzhou are so vast, I don't know how my Buddhism spreads?"

As soon as these words came out, the room instantly fell silent, and the Round Wheel Dharma King whispered the name of the Buddha, while Lao Changtou wanted to speak and stopped, quite embarrassed.

"Speak bluntly, old man, you know something, but it doesn't hurt to say it. ”

After being silent for a moment, Lao Changtou rubbed his hands lightly, and then said: "A hundred years ago, the power of Buddhism was still quite strong, especially the head of the Ten Thousand Temples was not the Mahayana Temple, but the Ten Thousand Law Temple. ”

As the old man spoke, the eyebrows of the little monk Mingyuan were almost twisted into a pile of pimples.

A hundred years ago, Wanfa Temple was born, and there were countless strong people, which once caused huge turmoil on the rivers and lakes, involving dozens of powerful countries, and countless small forces.

There were actually seven grandmaster-level and two great grandmaster-level top-level powers in one temple, and the master of Wanfa Temple was known as comparable to the land immortals at that time, and he was incomparably strong.

At the beginning, there was no sect in Ganzhou's hundred countries and thousands of miles of territory that could match it, and the short one was proud of the crowd and overlooking the rivers and lakes.

Wanfa Temple almost reached its peak state fifty years ago, and the number of super-first-class masters alone was almost equivalent to a top ten empire in Ganzhou, with as many as 600,000 monks and soldiers under its command.

The strength has swelled to the limit, and once the leader can't control the ambition in his heart, then the wild horse will begin to get out of the master's control.

This is the case of Wanfa Temple, where the Dharma Lord Wanfa Monk vainly tried to establish a Buddhist state, directly involving hundreds of big factions on the rivers and lakes, and setting off a monstrous bloody storm.

A huge turmoil in the rivers and lakes radiated dozens of countries, and the final result was naturally the defeat of Wanfa Temple, no matter how strong a mortal sect was, it couldn't fight for the country's heritage.

Wanfa Temple was dismembered, seven of the nine grandmasters above the grandmaster level were killed, one injured and one fled, and the super faction that could stand at the peak of the rivers and lakes for decades fell into a state of collapse.

The wealth, money, classics, and scriptures accumulated by Wanfa Temple over the past decades have been divided between the Jianghu sect and the national army.

In particular, the countless martial arts secrets of Wanfa Temple triggered a confrontation between the armies of the countries at that time, and almost turned into a melee in the entire Ganzhou Hundred Kingdoms.

"The golden-bodied Buddha, who had not achieved the realm of self-realization, dared to defeat the national army in a vain attempt to establish a Buddha country, and his head was kicked by a donkey!"

Master Yuanlun laughed embarrassedly a few times, and didn't dare to answer, after all, he got a secret book like "Golden Boy Gong" on the ruins of Wanfa Temple, and now he is talking about people in the past, which is quite unrighteous.

"However, the nine masters above the grandmaster level are not weak, they can be compared to half of my Shaolin downturn, tsk, it is quite in line with the appetite of the deity to cause such a big killing ring, it's a pity. ”

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