To the left or to the right, that is the question. Bai Ze thought about it repeatedly and finally decided to go to the Buddhist temple first.
Along the way, I didn't notice the aura of Zhang Jinchuan's people. If he said that they all died in the battle between Buddha and ghost, Bai Ze would naturally not believe it.
In this case, it is very likely that the survivors have entered the ruins. If this is the case, based on their spiritual path, most likely they will not choose a temple.
Taoist monks naturally prefer Taoist ruins. But Bai Ze was already lagging behind, and if he chose the Taoist ruins at this time, it would be troublesome.
As the saying goes, no matter how great the opportunity is, there is still a fear that someone will take advantage of it first. Rather than picking up what others have left behind, it is better to take a different approach and go to Buddhist territory to see what good opportunities there are.
Maybe there will be an unexpected surprise, maybe? Having made up his mind, Bai Ze tightly wrapped his cloak and went straight to the temple.
Sure enough, as Bai Ze expected, as soon as he stepped into the gate of the temple, he immediately noticed the fluctuations in the space, and the surrounding scene was like a mirror, flowers in the water, and the moon, erratic.
By the time he reacted, he was already in the ruins!
"Mustard Seed Sumeru!" Bai Ze was not surprised that there was another mystery in this ruins. But what surprised him was what the origin of this temple was, and how it could be resurfaced after being buried for an unknown amount of time. The mystery could actually produce results!
Mustard Seed Sumeru is the Buddhist method of reaching heaven. Legend has it that an eminent Buddhist monk who cultivated Buddhism to a certain level was able to fit a Mount Sumeru into something as tiny as a mustard seed!
These methods are similar to the Daluo Cave Temple of Taoism. Legend has it that the great power of the ancient Taoist sect could open up a small cave world that is independent of the big world of Kyushu. The name of this heaven-defying magical power is Daluo Cave Temple!
These two magical powers are secret methods related to the laws of space. The smaller one is hidden in a mountain in mustard seeds, while the larger one can evolve a small world.
When Bai Ze left Liuzhuang, the chess pieces that Xie Xuan refined for him used similar techniques. They could hide dead objects and were equivalent to ordinary monks' storage bags. They are still worn on his wrist to this day.
This place is a Buddhist temple. Although Bai Ze has never been to a larger temple, he can imagine that the layout is not much different from that of a Taoist temple.
Now he walked in from the direction of the mountain gate and could actually run directly to the vicinity of the Buddhist hall. I don't know if the ruins here are like this, or because many years have passed and the mustard seed and Sumeru magical powers in the ruins have become disordered and can lead people at will.
The Buddhist hall was in dilapidated condition. The corrugated roof, which could be vaguely made of glazed glass, was covered with white grass. It was oppressed by the rain and looked very desolate.
The four doors of the Buddhist hall were tilted this way and that, and the corpses of three big demons were scattered in the courtyard outside the stone steps. It looked like they had just died a few days ago.
The rain stained a thin pool of blood under the three corpses. Bai Ze stepped forward to check. The fatal injuries of these three monsters all had fist marks. It seemed that those who killed them were mostly human monks.
"Could he be from the Buddhist sect?" Bai Ze wondered.
"With such a powerful punch, this person's physique is at least comparable to these big monsters. There are very few Taoist monks who are obsessed with body training." In line with the choice not to waste, Bai Ze took the three monsters. The demon elixir in the body.
The young man strolled into the Buddhist hall. Rain was leaking everywhere, and the Buddhist hall was filled with moisture. As far as the eye can see, there are collapsed stone statues everywhere, and some places are even covered with grass.
"Strange thing." Bai Ze said in surprise. He raised his head and looked at the sky through the hole in the roof. Rainwater poured down one after another and fell on the young man's face.
"This temple has sunk into the ground. It stands to reason that it should be buried, otherwise the rain would not come here." But what is going on with the white grass on the corrugated roof of the Buddhist hall and the weeds inside?
Bai Ze couldn't figure it out. He was about to pass through the Buddhist hall and go out through the back door. He moved his front feet, paused, and looked at the stone statues scattered on the ground. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore. He sighed and dumped the stone statues on the ground. Push and help him up.
Bai Ze didn't know much about Buddhism, but he only thought that those stone statues should be of eminent monks such as Arhats. Although they were carved from stone, he didn't know what the material of the stone was. However, after being dumped for so long, it didn't turn into powder, but was rather well preserved. whole.
It took a lot of effort for Bai Ze to reset all the Arhats. If his fist power had not exceeded the Ninety Cauldron, it would have been quite difficult to move these stone statues.
"No wonder the Buddhist hall is in such a state of decay and you are all fine." Bai Ze patted the thigh of a stone Arhat statue, showing no signs of being broken off by Bai Ze.
"I don't know what kind of material it is made of, but it's so strong. If it wasn't too big, I really want to take it away. It's definitely much better to swing this thing and hit people than that big green cauldron."
"This is really an old lady getting under the covers and making me laugh." The big red bird heard this and mocked,
"I don't even want these broken stones for free, Master Bird!"
"You know nothing." Bai Ze said, looking around, he saw that the Arhats had different shapes, some were boxing, some were walking, and when combined, they looked like boxing charts.
"Let's go, let's go, there are no treasures here, what's so interesting about a few broken stones!" the big red bird urged.
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