Covering the sky starts from the mortal body

Chapter 615: Refinement by the Fire of Faith
Zhang Wenchang came to the moon.

There are craters one after another on the surface of the moon. The temperature here is extremely cold. When there is no sunlight, it seems to freeze people's souls.

Zhang Wenchang carefully explored and found a trace of the lunar holy power in the moon rocks.

The moon is the essence of the yin. Although there are only traces of the holy power of the yin, it is extremely pure.

Zhang Wenchang refined the yin holy power in the black hole, thinking that it was the most original yin holy power, but the remaining yin holy power here is at least an order of magnitude higher than the yin holy power in the black hole, which is a bit scary.

According to ancient legends, the moon is the source of the sun, and it became the way it is now for some unknown reason before the endless years.

Zhang Wenchang entered the interior of the moon and sat cross-legged in the center of the moon, where he absorbed and refined the pure essence of the moon.

There is no time in practice, and a year passes in a flash.

Zhang Wenchang's cultivation improved rapidly, and after surviving a catastrophe, he entered the second level of the Great Sage.

Then Zhang Wenchang returned to Earth.

He was going to walk around, take a look, look for some relics.

He first came to India to find the legendary Lingshan.

Soon, under the leadership of several Indian listed companies, Zhang Wenchang found the place.

A towering mountain appeared there. It was a very primitive environment with countless powerful birds and beasts.

With Zhang Wenchang's cultivation base, he originally planned to break in by force, but whenever Zhang Wenchang wanted to do this, the mysterious ancient road leading to Lingshan would become blurred, as if it was about to disappear, and it would never be able to. near.

Zhang Wenchang had no choice but to take a few masters honestly and follow the rules they said, along the way.

Along the way, Zhang Wenchang saw the sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling, and ghosts appeared one after another. They all looked like old monks, but they had all turned into ghosts.

The Buddha nature in them has disappeared, exuding an astonishing yin energy, their ferocious faces exuded black light, and the evil in their eyes was too ferocious.

Obviously, they were all eminent monks, but after demons appeared in their hearts, they failed to kill them.

After the death of the body, only an evil thought remains.

"Buddha is dead, all pursuits are meaningless!"

"I have worshiped Buddha and searched for Lingshan all my life, but Lingshan has dried up!"

. . .

Listening to their evil thoughts, Zhang Wenchang recited the method of saving gods that he had learned in Beidou.

Out of respect, he did not use Taoist methods, but the authentic Buddhist methods of the Western Desert.

One after another, the evil spirits melted like ice and snow, their bodies burned blazingly, and turned into nothingness amidst the screams.

In the end, Zhang Wenchang and several masters recited the Sutra of Reincarnation together and sent them to death.

Pieces of light rain appeared one after another, and then disappeared into the void.

After Zhang Wenchang walked around here, he gained the Vedas and some enlightenment from the Buddha.

After leaving here, Zhang Wenchang continued to travel westward, performing crossing gods along the way, constantly crossing the body.

He came to the Middle East, he came to Europe.

When he came, he was alone, and when he was about to leave, almost everyone had become his believers.

The power of faith that was born in the past is almost endless.

Zhang Wenchang didn't want to waste them, so he used it to temper himself, to refine himself with the fire of faith.

He ordered the divine knights here to mobilize the power of faith in several major religions to help Zhang Wenchang cultivate an immortal body.

The power of the incomparably devout faith is as vast as the ocean.

They exude divine light, sacred and vast, white, silver, golden, black, how many different powers of faith gather here.

They were entangled together and turned into an ocean of thought power, and this sky was filled with the power of faith.

For devout believers, these are naturally the best nourishment, but for Zhang Wenchang, they are the most terrifying poison and the most terrifying karmic fire.

The most terrifying flames burned here, and the incomparably sacred brilliance all turned into the most terrifying flames, burning blazingly on Zhang Wenchang's body.

Zhang Wenchang has already entered the Second Heaven of the Great Sage, but this terrible fire of faith is still burning, and his flesh and blood are crackling.

This is the power of faith accumulated over the years, which is beyond imagination. Zhang Wenchang is equivalent to fighting with religions all over the world.

Even if mortals are weak, like ants, when their endless spiritual thoughts are blessed together, they can turn into the most terrifying killing.

Zhang Wenchang did not escape, he let his body and soul be baptized with the power of terrifying faith.

The blood in his whole body was boiling, the purple thunder light was flickering, his heart was emptied, and after careful perception, the raging fire burned his body, smashed his body to pieces, as if it didn't exist.

The Great Emperor scripture in Zhang Wenchang's body was roaring, and the five secret realms in his body were also glowing.

With a calm expression, he used the fire of faith as a treasure to smelt himself and help his practice.

According to records, when the Buddha was enlightened, he experienced burning fire, adding all the sins to himself, arousing boundless fire of karma, and finally achieved the supreme fruit of the Tao.

When Lao Tzu traveled westward, the purple energy was [-] miles away. Zhang Wenchang speculated that this mighty purple energy might also be a kind of strange karmic fire, which was used to achieve the supreme fruit of the Tao and smelt his own divine fire.

Just like a waterfall falling in the Milky Way, the fire of faith envelops Zhang Wenchang in it.

He was ups and downs in the ocean, countless flames were burning, and Zhang Wenchang was tempered and tempered.

All this did not burn Zhang Wenchang to death, but made him more energetic, as if he was reborn from the ashes.

Time passed day by day, and a year passed in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Wenchang's body suddenly emitted immeasurable divine light and thunder, constantly swallowing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

The vast and boundless power of faith was finally refined and absorbed by it, and could no longer be burned.

Zhang Wenchang exuded immortal light all over his body, and stepped into the starry sky in one step.

Rumble.

The terrifying thunder came again, and countless thunders drowned him.

When Zhang Wenchang survived the catastrophe, he stood firmly in the third heaven of the Great Sage.

When the Kowloon coffin appeared, many of the treasures that appeared on Mount Tai were snatched away by Westerners.

Zhang Wenchang was strong and domineering, not only snatched all the treasures back, but also took some of their treasures back with ease.

This is a dark jungle world where whoever has the biggest fist and whoever speaks counts. There are no so-called rules.

When the country was in decline, the things that were robbed by others naturally had to be returned twice as much.

Zhang Wenchang looked at the mysterious jade stones, the strange bamboo slips, and the special paper leaves that shone with gold or silver.

There is also the mysterious rune imprinted on the Zhongding Pagoda, not only sighing.

There were indeed great civilizations on the earth in the past, but unfortunately they all declined inexplicably and developed technology.

Zhang Wenchang returned to the country again, collected classics from various sects of enlightenment, and visited various gates of the Dao.

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