At the foot of Tiantai Mountain, a thousand-zhang giant Buddha lies horizontally between the green mountains and green waters.

The Big Buddha wears a gray cloth hat, bent eyebrows, a big mouth upturned, and water droplets hang under the sparse spotted beard. A sneer appeared on the old face like a chrysanthemum. Its dry and thin Buddha body, the treasure robe covered the body, the bored left hand lightly touched the surface of the lake, in the right hand, a jade-colored treasure pot leaned down, the mountain wind blows, the treasure pot in the treasure pot, there is a buzzing hollow Buddha sound.

At the foot of the giant Buddha, there are more than 10,000 monks standing next to each other, they are dressed in various costumes, and their cultivation is above the Yuan Infant.

From the first-order rooftop to the fifth-order rooftop, it is like a golden ocean, and tens of thousands of Buddha monks sit along the steps, respectfully and reverently looking at the distant high platform. The lowest cultivation of these Buddha cultivators is also above the golden pill, and the highest one has reached the peak of the middle of the Yuan Infant.

In the clouds, the shadows are flashing with hundreds of points of light, and from time to time there are bursts of Sanskrit singing, corresponding to the blue sky and white clouds, and the warblers sing and dance, like the sound of heaven.

"Withered lamp, this ceremony is coming to an end, why hasn't Wuchen returned yet?" At the center of the sixth-order rooftop, the corners of the thin old monk's mouth moved slightly, and he asked the abbot of the withered lamp on the northwest corner.

"Master Breaking Dust! The Dry Lamp is also wondering! The day before yesterday, the evil Shu of the Foguang Temple of Xianlu Peak sent a thousand miles of sound transmission treasure talismans, saying that Wuchen had left to return to the temple, and according to the itinerary all the way, it should have arrived before the start of the ceremony yesterday, but so far, there is still no news from him. ”

"Alas, this dead boy has really forgotten all about the old man!" the dust-breaking old monk looked up and sighed.

"Master Breaking Dust, the auspicious time has arrived, and the Buddha's body is starting to point gold?!" said the dry sky closest to Breaking Dust.

"No gold, no dust, no return, how does this ceremony end with gold?" the old man said. It's up to him to give the Buddha body some gold!" The old monk said with a slight displeasure.

"Master. According to the dry sky. Let's let the sea of evil come a little, the sea of evil is the young generation of monks in my Famen Temple, and also refining the golden body of the Buddha, which is the orthodox Buddhist cultivation of the Dharma, and it is suitable to give you some gold for the Buddha body. ”

"Withered star, withered repentance, what do you think?" Breaking Dust was noncommittal, but his face was obviously unhappy.

"Master, Withered Star thinks that the ceremony was carried out on time. It should be over on time. Because we still have to face the selection of the immortal gate eight days later, this selection is related to the eternal foundation of our method, and there can be no difference, judging from the spars collected from this god ceremony, it is only more than 200 million, plus our respective savings, compared with the god of wealth in Kyushu Kao, there is still a big gap. Not to mention that we have as many as two hundred disciples participating in the test, and now we don't have much time left to prepare, I hope the master will understand!"

The Master of Repentance in the westward position did not squeak. Just a slight bow.

"Well, forget it, since you're all going to be finished. Let's end it. The sea of evil, I have you to thank you!" the old monk shook his head and sighed, Huo Ran got up, and said to the little monk of the sea of evil who was sitting with his eyes closed.

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On the six-step rooftop, suddenly there was a melodious sound, after a hundred breaths, the clouds and mist were cheerful, and a brilliant golden light shot out of the clouds, along the rooftop steps all the way down, and finally hovered at the foot of the mountain Giant Buddha Buddha head ten zhang away. After the golden light condensed, a white-faced little monk appeared, the little monk was covered with a golden robe, his face was solemn, holding a cinnabar treasure pen, looking at the color of the treasure pen, he had already reached the list of spiritual treasures of Tongtian.

"A little gold, a little gold on the body of the Buddha!" I don't know who in the crowd was the first to shout.

In less than a breath, the applause was thunderous, cheers were all over the sky, and thousands of Buddha voices rang out on the rooftop steps.

The sea of evil bowed deeply to the head of the giant Buddha, the essence of the light flashed in his eyes, and his big hand was raised, and he wanted to point at the pair of fine eyes.

"Little monk, what are you doing here?" In the mouth of the jade pot in the giant Buddha's hand, a slightly obscene head suddenly stretched out, and he smiled at the evil pirates.

"Ah~!...... ...... you?" the little monk of the sea was dumbfounded, and the outstretched treasure pen suddenly fixed in mid-air.

"What are you, don't you know when you're handsome?"

"Amitabha! Senior Brother Wuchen, you were hiding here, great, come out quickly, and you will give the Buddha some gold!" The little monk of the sea was stunned for a few breaths, a bright smile appeared on his face, put away the treasure pen, and bowed to Tianjiu again. At the same time, several golden rays of light flew and fell a hundred zhang away in an instant.

"Isn't this obscene Buddha quite glamorous, and if you order it again, you will become a clown!"

"Dead boy, what are you doing? The old man thought you weren't coming, but your cat was here. Get out of here for the old man!" the old monk of the dust was fixed, and he drank loudly, and his voice shook the giant Buddha.

Under the Giant Buddha, as well as the entire rooftop, there are crowds of people, all staring curiously at the Giant Buddha Treasure Pot.

"Hey, hey, hey, Master of Dry Sky, Master of Dry Confession, Master of Dry Star, Master of Dry Lamp, and Old Man Broken, don't come unharmed?!"

"Call me uncle, and the master will become a master!Get out!" the dust-breaking old monk bared his teeth.

"Okay! Master, it's not that the kid doesn't come out, it's inconvenient to come out, this time it's exposed, we still have a big beauty hidden in it!"

"Ahem, ahem, you...... You...... You are actually merry and happy in the golden body of the old man's Buddha statue?"

"Master, don't get excited, the boy and the lady are just resting in it for two nights......"

"Two nights...... Oh yes! The old man is really bad for you in his life! Well, since you are unkind, the old man is not righteous. Get out of here right now, get out with your. The old monk simply shouted this time, and even on the sixth-order rooftop, it was clearly audible.

"Cut! Come out, come out, who is afraid of whom! Madam, come out, we are a serious husband and wife, not wild mandarin ducks who cheat and fool around!"

"Master, Xiao Xiao was killed by you this time!How do you let Xiao Xiao meet people in the future?" In Tianjiu's divine sense, Xiao Meiren's resentful and shy voice came.

"You're stupid, don't you just cover your face! Lord doesn't want so many bald monks to see your beauty!"

Everyone's eyes shook slightly, and two figures, one blue and one red, came out. The blue-robed boy wore sunglasses on his face, and the woman in the red dress wore a cloak, and it was difficult for both of them to see their dignity. Both of them also burst with the coercion of the vigorous Great Monk, and the blue-robed boy was even more unfathomable.

Quiet, the entire rooftop area is quiet, the wind blows can be discerned, and the leaves can be heard.

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"Amitabha! Wuchen, you're back!"

"Aren't you back!Abbot of the Withered Lamp!" Tianjiu nodded and replied with the beautiful woman's trembling jade hand.

"Masters, since Wuchen has returned, is this bit of gold from the sea of evil or ......?" asked the withered lamp as he looked around.

"Let this dead boy order! If he doesn't order, the old man will immediately smash this Buddha!" "The dust-breaking old monk snorted fiercely with a blushing face.

The abbot of the withered lamp bowed slightly, ignored the faces of the other masters, and shouted directly: "Dustless, some gold!"

When the little monk of the sea heard the shouting, he woke up like a dream, and hurriedly pointed the cinnabar treasure pen in his hand in front of Tianjiu.

The corners of Tianjiu's mouth trembled a few times, and he secretly glanced around, his face was straight, he let go of the beautiful jade hand, his shoulders shook, and a golden robe hung down, covering his body in an instant. On the golden robe, thousands of Buddhas circled and chanted in their virtual forms, emitting thousands of treasures.

He stepped out in one step, skipped the cinnabar treasure pen, and went directly to the head of the giant Buddha three feet away, his big hand stretched out, and two drops of silver-red essence blood shot out from his fingers, which were accurately submerged into the details. The giant Buddha's eyes seemed to open open, shooting out two lines of colorful glow, which lasted for dozens of breaths before slowly fading away. At the same time, the entire giant Buddha also seemed to be alive for a few points.

"Old man, are you still satisfied?" Tianjiu turned around and shouted.

"Amitabha, the light of gold is shining, this is a good omen, the old man is satisfied this time!"

The faces of the four withered masters on the side all showed a look of horror.

The dry lamp turned around and bowed his head, bowed slightly in the direction of the rooftop, and then shouted with a cracked mouth: "Amitabha! All Dharma disciples, all holy Buddhas and monks, and all the distinguished guests who have come to worship, this temple's thousand-year-old god transformation ceremony has come to an end!

The sound echoed in the rooftop mountain for a long time, and it never entered every corner. The Avatar Ceremony came to a successful conclusion!

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In a cliff palace on the sixth-order rooftop, Tianjiu and Gui Xiaoxiao sat in the futon on the side, Gui Xiaoxiao took off his cloak, but still covered his face with a scarf, revealing a pair of shy beautiful eyes, and half of his jade neck was flushed.

Tianjiu lowered his hand, and the sea of evil sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, chanting the scriptures softly. On the opposite side are the four masters of the dry sky, the dry repentance, the dry star and the dry lamp. The dusty old monk sat on the futon in the center, and his details kept turning.

"Ahem, boy, take it out!" the dust-breaking old monk stretched out his withered hand at Tianjiu.

"What's that, Master?"

"Congratulatory gift, it's rare for you to come back, or bring your wife, this congratulatory gift the old man has been looking forward to for a long time. (To be continued......)