PFC Chapter 270 6 Disciples
Chapter 270 6 Disciples
Master Lingbao, the sixth disciple of the Taoist master, is unknown but very famous.
Huang Shiqi was very serious. He even had a long string of pearls hanging outside his clothes, and his black boots were also covered with jewels.
People nowadays are snobbish. The more jewels you wear and the wealthier you are, the more others will believe in you. The more low-key you are, the more others will look down on you.
As the chief manager of Siling Pavilion, he was naturally adorned with jewels and precious stones. He wore storage rings of various colors on all ten fingers, and a shining golden abacus hung on his chest.
"The shopkeeper of the Four Spirits Pavilion has met the Great Master Lingbao."
Everyone around except Huang Shiqi knelt down. They already knew that this unkempt and sloppy Taoist was the Heavenly Lord.
The True Lord of the Great World of Gaowu is Heaven. I am afraid that many cultivators do not know what kind of existence Heavenly Lord is.
"Get up, I was invited by a good friend to come here to see what's going on. I didn't expect to be a step too late and be solved by my nephew Ran Deng."
The old Taoist strode into the Four Spirits Pavilion. The people around him felt as if they were bathed in a spring breeze and stood up involuntarily.
In their eyes and in their sea of consciousness, Master Lingbao was just like an ordinary mortal, even his blood and energy were the same as those of ordinary people.
Zhang Song smiled bitterly, it seemed that his hiding skills were not good enough, and he was discovered even like this.
He hurried out, clasped his fists and bowed respectfully: "Randeng greets Uncle Master."
Master Lingbao laughed loudly with calm eyes. In the eyes of people like them, nothing would change even if the sky fell. His laughter only showed that he was very happy now.
"I heard that my third brother, whose eyes are on the top of his head, has lost all his dignity and attacked you, his nephew at the True Lord level, with the Heavenly Venerable Realm? Don't be shy, don't be shy, it's all the Heavenly Venerable's face."
The sound was so loud that not only the Siling Pavilion but the entire Deyang City could hear it clearly.
Zhang Song felt bitter. The two Heavenly Lords had a bad relationship, but that was your own business. Why are you bringing it up on me?
"Everyone disperse." The great wizard Lingfa shook his sleeves slightly. Except for Huang Shiqi and Zhang Song, everyone else seemed to obey his orders. They bowed one after another and walked out of the Four Spirits Pavilion in an orderly manner.
Zhang Song personally poured tea for Master Lingbao, and took out the honey cake made by Yue Niang from the fairy palace. He and Huang Shiqi sat respectfully aside.
"Lingguang Bodhisattva has returned to the Western Buddhist sect and said he would stay in seclusion for a hundred years." Lingbao Master said sarcastically, "The governor of Deyang is his believer. It will be difficult for him to make further progress due to the entanglement of cause and effect this time. I am afraid he will be punished by heaven."
These people in the West live in a barren land, and they use every possible means to practice, even fighting against each other.
"You don't have to imagine that. My good friend is Xi Kunlun Du'e Zhenren, who has traveled to the Western Realm. The Blood Temple is also extremely rare and precious."
The Lingbao Master came here this time to take a look at the third generation disciple that the third senior brother talked about with pity.
"Are you interested in going to the Blood Temple with me?"
Zhang Song's face changed when he heard this and he shook his head repeatedly.
Wenmiao Temple barely ranks ninth among the many strange temples. There is only a Taoist bone inside, which was broken and thrown inside by someone. What's so scary about it?
The Taoist bone is also the purpose of Master Lingbao this time.
He saw Zhang Song's expression and smiled.
He turned around and walked away, appearing outside the city in an instant. The tiger he was sitting on roared loudly and jumped a few times to follow him out.
"Wen Miao Monk, now that you are dead, I wonder if you still remember me."
"I slapped you, stabbed you with a sword, and, oh, yes, I also kicked you."
The chanting in the Blood Temple stopped, and all the people praying turned their heads to look at the Great Master Lingbao with vicious eyes and opened their mouths, muttering incoherently.
The Lingbao wizard raised the Yin-Yang Mirror and suspended it behind his head. With one sword he chopped down thousands of worshippers on the ground, destroying their souls.
"I heard that you were promoted to Dao Lord, but I didn't believe it. When you first came to our East, you didn't even dare to tell us your real name. You begged for food all the way here with a bowl in your hand."
The Blood Temple trembled violently, and a crazy and furious aura rose into the sky from inside. The door of the Blood Temple was suddenly blown open by a powerful force.
Zhang Song secretly admired this unknown great wizard for his courage. How did he cultivate to such a high level and not be beaten to death?
Huang Shiqi also stuck his head out, his eyes rolling with fear and excitement.
The travel notes in Zhang Song's hand recorded the ten evil temples.
Wen Miaoseng's Western monk is a very famous Bodhisattva who cures diseases, saves people, relieves disasters and prays for blessings, and has even subdued many big demons.
Wenmiao Temple was built in the Paradise of Sumeru.
There was a problem in his cultivation, his body was alienated, and tens of thousands of monks and hundreds of thousands of mortals in the surrounding area turned into prayers, with their spirits imprisoned in the blood temple.
There were constant roars and chewing sounds in the blood temple.
Zhang Song also heard the angry curses of Master Lingbao.
Ruyi disk sent a prompt:
"Hint 1: Help Master Lingbao to suppress the weirdness and great evil together."
"Hint two: Shangbi is watching from the sidelines. It has nothing to do with me, Xiaoji."
"Hint three: Go to the Kufen Mountain six thousand miles southwest and recite the Lingguang Sutra. Good luck!"
"Brother, you watch first, I'm going to go out for a while."
Zhang Song's body disappeared, and he used the mountain patrol method. After an hour and a half, he arrived at the Kufen Mountain.
It is very desolate here. The trees on the mountain are short and even the weeds are dry.
There are three villages around, and most of the people's graves are buried here. Over time, no one knows how many people are buried here.
Zhang Song sat cross-legged on a flat stone. The old white jade Buddha looked solemn and majestic. He almost swallowed up three quarters of the body of Lingguang Bodhisattva.
It is still being suppressed, and less than one-fifth of it has been digested and dissolved. However, there is no problem in reciting scriptures and simply disguising oneself as Lingguang Bodhisattva.
Wait until night, when the moon is high in the sky and the sky is filled with stars.
I felt as if my body was alive, and those scriptures were constantly reorganizing and changing in my body, just as if my cell phone was out of my control, with all kinds of web pages constantly popping up, and there were beeping sounds, golden sand sounds, and discount recharge sounds. It was completely messed up.
"This is hearing the wonderful sutras, listening to the true words, and realizing the wonderful realms. Various great ways are manifested in the body."
Zhang Song was surprised. He didn't know whether Wen Miao Jing itself was just such an idea, or whether the changes were made according to the laws cultivated in his body.
It turns out to be the same as my own idea.
Value spiritual liberation and pursue spiritual immortality!
He took the time to look at the suspension sequence and felt that time was decreasing rapidly, with no abnormalities.
In the blood temple, countless black runes combined into a giant black hand, which grabbed the white jade Buddha and slowly dragged him in.
"It's like when Lingguang Bodhisattva was training to advance to the Divine Sovereign realm, Wenmiao Temple descended from the sky, captured Lingguang Bodhisattva, and transformed him into a Divine Sovereign."
A strong sword intent floated in the air within seconds, and it continued to kill the spiritual consciousness floating around, and even the black runes dimmed a lot.
The black light gradually combined into a young monk with a haggard face and calm, compassionate eyes.