I have 99 innate treasures

Chapter 64 Planning (Part )

"Subhuti, if there is a good man or a good woman, on the first day, give as much as the sand of the Ganges. On the middle day, give as much as the sand of the Ganges. On the next day, give as much as the sand of the Ganges. And so on for countless hundreds and thousands. Trillions of kalpas. Give with your body. If there is another person who hears this sutra and has faith and will not rebel, his blessing will be greater than that of others."

"Not to mention writing, upholding, reading and reciting. Explaining to others. Subhuti..."

Under the night, the young and handsome Buddha Dharma Shan, wearing a white Zen robe and a red mole on his eyebrows, sat cross-legged in front of the three-foot-tall nine-story pagoda, explaining "Vajra Prajna Paramita" to the disciples in Baiyun Temple. through".

As he chanted sutras, the relics in the nine-story pagoda also glowed with golden light. Immediately, countless golden 'swastikas' flew out from the portal on the pagoda and fell on the young disciples around him. Get rid of distracting thoughts in their minds and help them practice Buddhist skills.

Old monk Jueyun stood beside Fashan with a compassionate face, focusing on polishing his spiritual power.

None of them noticed that Zhang Qianren, who was staying in the Zen monastery, had almost emptied the temple on the top of the mountain.

Everything he thought he would need in the future, he didn't miss.

After moving the items in these temples, Zhang Qianren came to the residence of old monk Jueyun.

Knowing that Jueyun was chanting sutras and chanting Buddha's name at this time, he did not dare to be careless. He pretended to be looking for someone and knocked on the door openly and lightly.

"Is Master Jueyun asleep?"

After he finished his questioning, he waited for a few breaths and found that Jueyun at the foot of the mountain was not touched, so he gently opened the door.

As the door was pushed open, the panoramic view of the room came into view.

This room looks quite simple. There is only a bed, a Buddha statue, an offering table and a futon in the huge room.

The first time Zhang Qianren saw the Buddha statue, he noticed the faint golden light, the Zen staff held by the Buddha statue, and the bright red cassock draped on the Buddha statue.

"Then why didn't the old monk carry these two magic weapons with him?"

Doubts flashed in his mind, but his hands were not slow. He quickly pulled out the hairpin inserted in his hair, restored it to a Ruyi golden cudgel, and lengthened the stick. He was a few meters away and stretched out the stick. Touch the Zen staff.

As the Ruyi Golden Cudgel slowly approached the Zen staff, the golden ring on the magic weapon immediately trembled slightly, but before it made any sound, the body of the Ruyi Golden Cudgel immediately lit up with auspicious colors.

Almost instantly, the golden ring on the Zen staff was suppressed and unable to move, and the faint golden light emitted by it disappeared like a floating phantom.

Zhang Qianren was shocked when he noticed this scene.

"My baby still has the ability to suppress magic weapons?"

He then thought about it and recalled that he had never used the Ruyi Golden Cudgel to touch the magic weapon. Although he had a battle with several banner owners of the Demon Suppression Division on the ruins of the Piaomiao Sect, the speed at which he swung the Ruyi Golden Cudgel at that time was Extremely fast.

Even if he had the ability to suppress it, he had no intention of paying attention.

What's more, any magic weapon or magic weapon that came into contact with the Ruyi Golden Cudgel at that time was instantly shattered.

While he was thinking about this, the golden hoop part of the Ruyi Golden Cudgel had already touched the Zen staff.

Immediately, I saw a little bit of golden light blooming at the point where the Zen staff was in contact with the Ruyi Golden Cudgel, but as soon as they appeared, they entered the golden hoop position of the Ruyi Golden Cudgel.

The whole process lasted about ten breaths.

When no more golden spots appeared on the Zen staff, it gradually cracked and eventually turned into powder, which was swallowed up by the Ruyi Golden Cudgel.

In the square at the foot of the mountain, Monk Jueyun, who was calmly polishing his spiritual power, suddenly opened his eyes at this moment, as if he had noticed something, and his compassionate face instantly showed an ashen color.

"How dare Xiaoxiao destroy my magic weapon!"

The next moment the sound sounded, he opened his mouth and spit out the gestating flying sword under his tongue. Then he grabbed the hilt of the sword, turned into a sword light like a rainbow, and went straight to his residence. A group of young monks who were awakened by his loud shout also looked at his figure that turned into sword light, and were secretly surprised.

Master Fashan sighed calmly, "Master Jueyun's state of mind is still a little worse. If you don't bring the magic weapon with you in life, you won't bring it with you in death..."

Before the word 'go' came out of his mouth, anger surged in his calm eyes, and he immediately jumped into the air, surpassing Monk Jueyun who came first.

Seeing the Zen room getting closer and closer, Buddha Dharma Shan's face was full of anger, and he gritted his teeth and said: "How brave, how dare you destroy the golden body of a poor monk!"

Although his "Hundred Kalpas Golden Body Technique" is extremely powerful, its cultivation process is extremely cumbersome - it requires enshrining a golden Buddha based on him.

He needs to use this skill every day to mobilize his spiritual power to nourish this golden Buddha, and then the Nascent Soul leaves the body to sit in control.

In this way, you can stay out of it and let the Golden Buddha go through the hundreds of calamities in your heart.

The Golden Buddha has no intention at all. Faced with any illusion targeting the Nascent Soul, he can naturally sit upright and be unharmed.

There are eighteen Buddhists in each generation of Pushan Chanyuan, and among these eighteen people, the last one who survives is the one who can truly represent Pushan Chanyuan and walk around the world.

It was precisely because he was worried that his golden body would be destroyed by other Buddhist disciples that he came to a remote place like Baiyun Temple.

At the moment, he feels that the connection between himself and the Golden Body Faxiang is gradually weakening, and Fashan's young face is also filled with a ferocious look.

He did not expect that his golden body would be damaged in Baiyun Temple!
  If the golden body is destroyed, the Nascent Soul who is in charge of the golden body will also be severely damaged. When the time comes, he himself will naturally be implicated.

As soon as he thought of this, boundless anger surged in his heart.

At this time, Zhang Qianren looked at the three-foot-high Buddha statue in front of him, which was still standing motionless after being swallowed by the Ruyi Golden Cudgel for a long time, with a look of astonishment on his face.

Even the magic weapon of the Zen Staff only lasted for more than ten breaths after being devoured by the Ruyi Golden Cudgel.

Such a golden Buddha can actually last for twenty or thirty breaths.

"Is there something fishy about it?"

Just when this idea emerged in his mind, an extremely cold voice came into his ears.

"Old man, how dare you destroy my golden body and appearance!"

As this voice sounded, Zhang Qianren's face changed slightly, and he subconsciously used his spiritual consciousness to explore.

As a result, as soon as his consciousness reached out the door, he was violently slapped back by an even more turbulent consciousness.

After his consciousness was photographed back, Zhang Qianren's face immediately turned pale.

Then, without hesitation, he turned the stick around and smashed it behind him with all his strength.

"call!"

As the stick flew through the air, the closed wooden door was violently smashed open by the furious Fashan.

But as soon as he rushed into the house, a golden stick as thick as an arm was swept towards his head.

　I didn’t deliberately break the chapter, I wrote a fighting scene, but I felt unsatisfied, so I deleted it.

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)