Add Bookmark | Recommend this book | Back to the book page | My bookshelf | Mobile Reading

Free Web Novel,Novel online - All in oicq.net -> Wuxia -> Eternal Prosperity of the Great Qian

Text Chapter 115 Get Again (Second Update)

Previous page        Return to Catalog        Next page

    Twenty-five people, twenty-five rejuvenation spells were cast in the blink of an eye.

    Fakong came again to purify the heart mantra.

    Their sluggish spirits were revived. They had despaired of the power in their bodies, and felt that they would die today. When the masters came back, they should see their own corpses.

    As soon as the heart-cleaning spell fell, their fighting spirit suddenly skyrocketed, their spirits were high, and they concentrated on coping again.

    The rejuvenation spell turned into endless vitality to continuously restore their bodies, weakening the violent destruction in the body.

    One side is destroying, while the other is recovering.

    There is no way to completely balance, but it is far better than before, and the injury has not deteriorated so fast.

    Fakong frowned in thought.

    He has already seen through the eyes of his mind that there is a white light reverberating in the bodies of these twenty-five people. Wherever the white light passes, the internal organs are injured and the meridians are damaged.

    And their power can't stop this power.

    The white light was extremely bright from the light wheel behind the heads of the first-rank masters, and he judged from this that they were all injured by the first-rank masters.

    No wonder it was so badly injured.

    The Rejuvenation Curse really has no effect on the strength of a first-rank master. The Rejuvenation Curse cannot attack, it is just righteousness, it is just vitality, it restores the disease, restores the body, and the strength of the first-rank master is not the disease.  ?

    The spiritual power of a master of the first rank cannot be dissipated by the spiritual power of the first rank or lower, and the divine essence cannot be stopped, only his own indestructible magic skill

    He suddenly stretched out his palm and pressed on Lianxue's back.

    Lianxue's back was straight, like a whole piece of suet white jade, smooth and flexible even through her clothes.

    "Pfft!" Lianxue sprayed a bloody arrow.

    She frowned slightly, looked inside her internal organs, and found a strange force coming in, mellow, warm and soft, devouring the violent and pure power in one brain.

    After this mellow and warm force swallowed that force, it slowly retreated, retracted to the back, and drilled back into Fakong's palm.

    She opened her bright eyes and showed a gentle smile: "Fakong, is King Kong not bad?"

    Fakong nodded lightly, and looked at the other twenty-four disciples of Mingyue Nunnery in embarrassment.

    All of them are beautiful and moving.

    Time seems to be unable to touch them, unable to leave a trace on them, all of them are about twenty years old.

    But since they have all reached the second rank, they are probably no less than thirty years old.

    "It's okay." Lianxue said.

    Farkon nodded.

    He stretched out his palms and pressed their pink backs one by one, and rescued twenty-four disciples of Mingyue Nunnery one by one.

    The twenty-four disciples of Mingyue Nunnery opened their bright eyes one after another, paid tithes together, but did not speak much, and sat up straight and began to heal their injuries.

    Fakong returned to Lianxue's side.

    The Vajra Immortality Magical Skill has improved a lot, which is worth two years of practice.

    The strength of a master of the first rank is so great for the magic of the indestructible diamond, and he even pushed his own magic of the indestructible diamond to the third level of perfection.

    This is a surprise.

    Through these swallowed white lights, Fakong analyzed that there are a total of twelve first-rank masters.

    Dayong mobilized at least twelve first-rank masters this time, which is enough for any temple.

    Twelve first-rank masters made a surprise attack, not to mention dealing with Mingyue Temple, even against the unsuspecting Daleiyin Temple.

    "Master, how many first-rank masters?"

    "Twelve." Lianxue said softly: "Almost defeated us as soon as we came up. If we hadn't prepared in advance, Mingyue Temple would really be destroyed this time."

    Fakong frowned: "How could you make a move?"

    First-rank masters have a strong sense of each other, just like what they saw with their hearts at the beginning, even if they don't see each other, they can sense each other a mile away.

    Once the Yipin in Mingyue Nunnery has a sense, how can he let the disciples go to die?

    "" Lianxue smiled helplessly.

    Fakong thought about it, nodded and stopped asking: "It's okay now, luck in the misfortune."

    "The ancestors have already chased after them." Lianxue said softly, "This time they won't be able to get away unscathed."

    Fakong said: "Can you find out why they want to attack you?"

    "" Lianxue hesitated for a moment, then shook her head slightly.

    Fakong also understood.

    She knew it, but it was inappropriate to announce it, especially since there were so many fellow students around her, so she could only keep silent.

    Fakong said: "Then I will go, Master Uncle.He slowly opened the red sandalwood box, and saw a pure and flawless white relic inside.

    The relic of the enlightened monk last time was in the shape of amber, but this time it is like crystal.

    He thought for a while, and gently pressed the center of his eyebrows.

    "Boom!"

    He felt that he was instantly blown into powder, blown into nothingness, and ceased to exist.

    ?My mind is blank, I don¡¯t know where it started, where it will end, how long it has been, and who I am in a trance.

    After a while, he recalled that he was Liaochen.

    I am sitting on an arhat bed, and dozens of disciples around me are sitting around the arhat bed, bowing their heads and chanting sutras.

    He already understood that his time had come, and he had to pass away and leave this whirling world.

    The experience of a lifetime is playing back like a marquee.

    ? I was born as a gentry when I was a child, and my mother believed in Buddhism. Because I was smart, I sent myself to a monastery next to my home, where I became a teacher.

    ?I have the ability of photographic memory. I can remember the Buddhist scriptures once, and understand its meaning after reading it twice. After the third reading, it has been mutually verified with other Buddhist scriptures.

    In three years, I have read all the Buddhist scriptures in the monasteries with a radius of hundreds of miles, and I have never lost in arguing with others.

    His reputation as a child prodigy is well-known everywhere, even the magistrate of a prefecture has come to visit and learn from him.

    Originally, he was going to continue his studies and go to further places to obtain Buddhist scriptures, but he was called to him by his master Meng Huan and asked him to start practicing closed mantra.

    If you can't see your mind clearly, you can't speak.

    Only when the heart bead shines and the dust lock is opened, can one speak.

    He practiced closed-mouth meditation all his life, and after he was unable to speak, he found that his mind had indeed become extraordinarily peaceful, and his concentration was deep, and he would even enter the Tushita inner courtyard on the fourth day.

    I have seen Maitreya Buddha and heard Maitreya Buddha's teachings, but I can't say it out of my mouth. I can only record it in a scripture, which is the "Amitabha Sutra".

    Now, I will finally take off my skin, leave the whirling world, and return to the Maitreya courtyard. I am really happy.

    He smiled, chanted Amitabha Buddha in a low voice, and then turned into a white light and soared into the sky.

    Fakong woke up violently.

    He opened his eyes, held the relic, and thought about it carefully, but he still didn't know who this monk was.

    The memory is only for a short moment, not the whole life of the monk.

    But this person's background is too scary.

    "Amitabha Sutra", which monk wrote this strange sutra?  </div&gt
Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report