Westward Journey into Dragon

Chapter 117
There is an old saying: "Golden elixir relics are benevolent and righteous, and the three religions are originally one family."

In order to achieve longevity, monks cultivate relics, and Taoists refine alchemy (inner alchemy and outer alchemy). They grind them day and night without stopping in cold and heat to make them round and leak-free, free from dust, so as to transcend the mortal world and not fall into reincarnation.In the final analysis, there is no difference between the golden elixir and the relics. They are both the key to longevity and the key to longevity for monks to practice day and night. They are closely related to their lives.

Chen Xian doesn’t know how many years the relics on the pagoda of Jinguang Temple have been enshrined here before, and he doesn’t know how many years they will be enshrined in the future. , but he knows that the original owner of this relic has definitely fallen, and has not yet returned from reincarnation.After all, this relic is the aura of the heavens and the earth, the essence of the sun and the moon, and the essence condensed in the body day and night. It will not repel him. After refining, it will definitely increase the mana of the boss and restore his former cultivation as soon as possible. Even if you want to fight steadily and don't want to use foreign objects to increase your cultivation, you can still refine it into the talisman of life. This relic has been bred in the body for many years, and it has a high degree of compatibility with it. It is the best material for refining the talisman of life.Although the power of incense is good, it is still a foreign object, not as real as one's own cultivation and natal magic weapon. Putting it here is a waste of resources.

Chen Xian felt that instead of letting the relics be placed here and the pearls are dusty, it is better to bring them back to Yong'an City to let them shine. This is recycling waste, which is really a great merit. Buddhism should award him a medal for the best resident of Xiniu Hezhou .

When Chen Xian was thinking wildly, the relic fell into the sandalwood treasure box unsteadily under the powerful suction, and made a light "pop", waking him up.

After squinting his eyes and carefully looking at the round, jade-like, golden relic in the box, Chen Xian gently closed the lid, pasted a seal on the box, and put it in the storage box. In the ring of things.

"boom--"

Losing the source of power, the thousand-foot Buddha covering Jinguang Temple suddenly collapsed, turning into balls of Buddha light flying around happily.These scattered Buddha lights were originally a collection of aura and the power of incense. Without the restraint of relics, after flying around like headless flies for a while, they began to return to their original source and turned into a storm of aura.

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept across the city, diluting the bloody atmosphere in the city.

After a bloody storm, a reddish mist rose in Jisai City, and the moonlight was a bit hazy.With his hands behind his back, Chen Xian stood on the top of the pagoda, looking down at this dead ancient city.

"The west wind is strong, the geese scream in the sky, and the leaves are fallen in frost." The cold wind blows over the top of the tower, and Chen Xian stands facing the wind, with long hair flying and wide sleeves fluttering, like a banished immortal who is about to become a fairy and ride the wind away.

"Huh? These monks are quite fast!" Just as Chen Xian was considering whether to have a rainstorm, wash away the blood stains in the city, and return to Saiguo's bright future, his sharp perception suddenly sensed more than ten The strength of the stock is different, and the auras of heavenly immortals, true immortals, and mysterious immortals rush towards the direction of Jinguang Temple.

Although these auras are strong and weak, they are all masculine and domineering. Obviously, they are all practicing Buddhist skills. Presumably, Buddhism sent orders to the Buddhist disciples around the country to rush forward To protect the treasure, so they came in a swarm without gathering.

Journey to the West has not yet started, the relics on the pagoda of Jinguang Temple were stolen, and a disaster was arranged. Buddhism will not let outsiders take this Buddhist treasure. After all, they are very poor. Cang: At the Antian Conference, a group of gods gathered pearls and rare treasures, longevity fruit and rare flowers, a few half-red and half-green peaches picked by the Queen Mother, purple Zhiyao grass brought by Antarctic birthday stars, green lotus root and golden pill, thank you After making a sound, he didn't refuse, and accepted it without hesitation, even the two pears and a few jujubes given by the barefoot immortal who was so poor that he couldn't even afford shoes, he didn't let it go, which shows that Buddhism is very poor , it is impossible to let the relic Buddha treasure left by Jinxian fall into the hands of outsiders. (Amitabha, Buddha, please forgive me one more time...)
"The wind is tight, scream!" Although the cultivation base of the dozen or so people who came here is not the highest in the early stage of Xuanxian, Chen Xian can wipe out their regiment in minutes, but these are only the vanguard, and the big heads are still behind, and they don't want to be dumped by Buddhism. If you're playing, it's better to get out of the way quickly.

"call--"

When a gust of wind came, Chen Xianjing's figure standing on the top of the tower turned into dots of starlight like bubbles and dissipated with the wind, but the real body had already fled away, and what remained on the tower was just a phantom.

"Shhhhh..."

After Chen Xiandun left for a while, thirteen Buddha lights descended from the Golden Pagoda, turning into thirteen fat monks with fat heads, big ears, round waists, big buttocks, and wearing cassocks of various colors that soared to the sky.If Chen Xian hadn't left yet, seeing these thirteen fat monks gathered together, he would definitely complain: Didn't it mean that the food in Buddhism is very bad, and there is no oil or water to fish for? Why are these monks so fat? A group of eminent Buddhist monks who "pass through wine and meat, and sit in the heart of the Buddha"?It's just that the cassock is too dazzling, isn't it like crazy Jigong at all?

"We seem to be late?" The one who spoke was a big monk with a height of two feet and a dark complexion. Same as indigestion.

"Fortunately, it was a little late." A shrewd monk with small eyes took over the conversation, looked at the countless fragments of vases on the top of the tower, and said: "After we received the message, it took only two quarters of an hour. Then we rushed here, but the relic was already stolen by that evildoer, and his cultivation level is at least the top of the Golden Immortal. If we met alone, how could it be a death sentence? If not, he will swallow it alive, even the soul. If you can’t escape, then there is really no turning back.”

"Master Fazhen, shall we chase after him or not?" The black-faced monk who spoke before asked a group-faced monk who was wearing a red cassock, held agate beads, and kept twisting beads to worship the Buddha, as if he didn't care about the theft of relics at all. road.

With a sound of "shua", the eyes of all the monks fell on Fazhen. Who told him that he was the only Xuanxian-level monk here? In this world where the strong are respected, everyone will naturally look up to him.

Fazhen's big pie face trembled, and he thought to himself: Chasing a fart, not to mention whether you can catch up, so what if you catch up. Demon, how can thirteen young monks whose cultivation level is the highest but not in the early Xuanxian stage be able to deal with it?This group of slickers, they want their tall man to be accused of being unfavorable for protecting treasures, and they don't know if their bald heads can stand up to it?
"Chasing, even the ends of the earth have to catch this thief!" Fazhen said with a firm face, but he thought in his heart that he couldn't catch up anyway, so he might as well put on a show...

(End of this chapter)