I have 99 innate treasures

Chapter 169: It’s hard to leave the mortal world (Part )

Master Bujie feels like he has had a long dream...

In the dream, he somehow came to a nine-story gold pagoda. In addition to enshrining many Buddha statues made of gold, there were also six amazingly powerful magic weapons that could be used to subdue the demons imprisoned in the pagoda.

These six magic weapons are the Heaven-reaching Divine Fire Pillar that can spit out the true fire of Samadhi, the Immortal-Slaying Sword that can cut off the bodies of immortals and gods, the Immortal Binding Rope that can bind immortals and gods, and the headache hairpin that makes monks suffer from headaches and makes monks feel calm. The heart-purifying whisk, and the soul-fixing thorn that can immobilize the spirit and soul.

The reason why it is called the Seven Treasures Exquisite Pagoda of Thirty-Three-Three-Day Golden Relics is because the seventh magic weapon in the tower is a relic left behind after the ancestor of ten thousand Buddhas enthroned.

And this golden pagoda seems to have only nine floors, but the space inside is like another heaven and earth, and even the thirty-third heaven can be accommodated!
Therefore, as long as you are imprisoned in the tower, it will be difficult to escape even if your cultivation level reaches the sky.

Moreover, because of the power of the relics, the tower has rules that can imprison the body and mind, prohibit cultivation, and isolate spiritual energy, just like a prison.

With those six treasures, you can suppress all monsters and demons, and capture all immortals, gods, Buddhas and demons!
Master Bujie originally thought that he dreamed of this pagoda because his sincere and ethereal heart towards the Buddha finally moved the Buddha, thus granting him such a connection with the Buddha.

However, in his dream, as soon as he finished visiting the tower, his whole body was sealed by an unstoppable force, and he personally experienced the power of all six magic weapons. After he finally got through it all, he They were forced to kneel down in front of the relics, read Buddhist scriptures one after another, and recite Buddhist precepts one after another.

……

"Grandmaster?"

At first they thought Master Bujie was just tired, but a few hours passed and he still didn't wake up.

If this person dies, all of them will suffer.

"Why did the young monk suddenly fall asleep?"

After thinking about it, he sat up and held a woman in his arms, smiling and preparing to speak.

So after hearing that he was going to fight another battle and take them to the Paradise to see the Buddha, even though they were tired, they still had expectations in their hearts.

If he were not still breathing, they would have thought that the master had gone to see the Buddha alone.

"Grandmaster?"

Even Jinfeng Tower will be implicated because of this. From now on, it will be a minor matter. If it is more serious, everyone in the whole building will have to go to jail.

This is the first time in their lives that they have seen such a 1V15 fierce man.

Some of the timid ones finally bit their lips in fear and shed a few lines of tears after seeing him wake up.

A monk with his level of cultivation has already bid farewell to sleep.

Master Bujie finally regained his clarity after seeing the surprised smiles of these women and the two women standing behind everyone, sobbing softly.

In this room, more than a dozen beautiful women in colorful costumes were surrounding Master Bujie with worries on their faces.

Seeing that he finally opened his eyes, these women secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

I don't know how long it took, but when soft calls suddenly came closer and closer from far away, and gradually reached his ears, he slowly woke up as if waking up from a dream.

Master Bujie blinked, doubts rising in his mind.

Today they had experienced both extreme joy and extreme sorrow.

The top floor of Jinfeng Building is an extremely luxurious flat-floor room with ponds, strange rocks, and exotic flowers. There are also some calligraphy and paintings of great Confucian scholars hanging on the surrounding walls.

No matter whether they took medicine or used some secret method of dual cultivation, the process was wonderful, and they really felt like they were going to become immortals.

However, just after saying these words, the master fainted.

At this moment, a nine-story golden pagoda that could not be sensed appeared out of thin air from behind his head, full of fright and anger, and hit him hard on the back of the head.

As soon as he woke up, Master Bujie, who didn't even have time to say a word, rolled his eyes behind the horrified looks of the women, fell back and passed out again.

"Grandmaster!"

The exclamation sounded again.

But Master Bujie can no longer hear it. He began to dream again, and in his dream he returned to the nine-story golden pagoda.

Just like the previous dream, this time he still personally experienced the power of the six magic weapons one by one.

The Immortal Binding Rope tied him tightly, and the headache hairpin pierced into his head again and again. Each time, it seemed to penetrate deep into his mind, causing him excruciating pain.

The fixed soul stabbed his soul, keeping him awake at all times and unable to escape the pain through the method of his soul leaving the body.

There are nine large iron pillars all around that are not reaching the top, are flaming red, and have nine fire dragons coiled around them.

They lowered their dragon heads, with angry eyes, and sprayed the true fire of samadhi at him, causing him to be engulfed in blazing flames.

The smoke choked his eyes, and the flames almost burned him to charcoal.

The Immortal Killing Sword flew in the sea of ​​fire, like Ling Chi, cutting off the charred flesh and skin on his body piece by piece.

The Pure Heart Whisk hovered above his head, waving it once and for all to prevent his mind from collapsing.

I don't know how long these processes lasted. It was not until he almost collapsed that everything ended.

And he was 'controlled' by a powerful force to reach the ninth floor, where he knelt and sat in front of the golden relics, reciting Buddhist scriptures one after another and reciting Buddhist precepts one after another.

……

This time when he opened his eyes, it was dark.

In the brightly lit room, in addition to the fifteen women, there was also an old madam who still retained her charm and an old man with gray eyebrows.

At this moment, a group of people gathered around the bed, looking at him with worried faces.

The old man stroked his beard with one hand and felt his pulse with the other.

After everyone saw that he was awake, the old bustard subconsciously glanced at the old Chinese medicine doctor. When he saw the other person nodding confidently, he immediately helped him up with a smile on his face and said: "Master finally woke up. Here are five taels of broken silver. What's more?" Please stay somewhere else, our Jinfeng Tower cannot withstand any wind and rain."

Master Bujie looked a little confused as he looked at the five taels of silver forced into his palm.

He always spent money on Fengyue Place, and this was the first time he received money back.

But thinking of himself falling into unconsciousness twice in a row without any warning, Master Bujie could only nod with a wry smile.

Then he was respectfully sent out of the Jinfeng Tower by the Madam and fifteen beautiful women.

Master Bujie looked at the quiet street and turned around subconsciously. He saw that the door of Jinfeng Tower had been tightly closed. He even used his spiritual consciousness to detect that the old bustard was warning a group of fierce-looking thugs in the yard to remember the monk's name. Looks like, if he can't be allowed in again.

After sensing all this, Master Bujie shook his head helplessly.

At the same time, there was a gloomy look in his eyes.

If he fell asleep just once, it could be said to be an accident.

But he fainted twice in succession, each time without any warning, so this was no accident.

"Could it be a joke between a certain great master and a young monk?"

"But although the young monk is not good at magical powers and magic, he is a Mahayana demon cultivator after all. Who can hide this from the young monk and make me suddenly coma?"

"And that nine-story golden tower...why can I dream about it twice in a row?"

He thought seriously for a long time, and could only vaguely realize that his coma seemed to be related to the promiscuous woman.

But the reason for the coma could not be found.

Master Bujie stretched out his hand to scratch his bald head with a confused look on his face, then looked up at the bright moon hanging in the dark night, and murmured: "Is it possible that the Buddha is secretly observing the young monk?"

(End of this chapter)