After bypassing the nine-color lotus pond, Qin Lan walked into a golden hall. During this time, there were bursts of Sanskrit sounds and the Buddha's light shone everywhere.
In the Buddhist hall, directly in front is the golden Buddha statue of Kasyapa. On the left and right sides stand two statues of Buddha and eight golden bodies of Bodhisattva.
Under the Bodhisattva's seat are eighteen Arhats with different appearances. Some meditated, some dug their ears, some raised their bowls...
Qin Lan glanced at the statues of Buddhist monks one by one, feeling uneasy in his heart.
According to Wuxiang Buddha, if she wants to enter the seventh floor of the Demon Suppression Tower, she must first pass through the Eighteen Arhat Formation.
There are many Four-vehicle Arhats on the Ten Thousand Buddhas Mountain. And the cultivation of the Eighteen Arhats is the most profound. Qin Lan knew that in the world of cultivation, Wuji Sect's Xingluo Sword Formation and Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain's Eighteen Arhat Formation could both leapfrog and fight.
While Qin Lan was beating the drum in his heart, he suddenly heard a Buddha call coming from behind him.
An eminent monk quietly appeared behind Qin Lan, his long snow-white eyebrows trembling slightly.
"Arhat with long eyebrows." Qin Lan whispered.
Unexpectedly, the long-browed Arhat didn't answer, he smiled and slapped Qin Lan. Qin Lan could feel the power of this palm. If she were not careful in her response, she would definitely be seriously injured on the spot.
Having had the experience of fighting against the holy monk Chenyuan, Qin Lan did not choose the instant magic spell. Because Buddhist Kung Fu happens to be the nemesis of the ecstasy method.
Qin Lan immediately mobilized the soul power in his body to push out a palm, and forcefully received the blow from the Long-Eyebrow Arhat. After a loud noise, Qin Lan flew out and hit an Arhat statue in the hall.
The long-browed Arhat smiled and said, "Xiao Qin, your first opponent is Lao Na."
Qin Lan endured the severe pain in his chest and performed a monk's salute to the Arhat with Long Eyebrows. She just realized that she had to defeat the Eighteen Arhats one by one before she could be qualified to challenge the Eighteen Arhats Formation.
At this moment, Qin Lan also knew the true intention of the Formless Buddha.
The eighteen Arhats in Wanfo Mountain each have their own unique skills. If she can defeat those eighteen people one by one, her cultivation and martial arts skills will definitely make a qualitative leap. From this point of view, this level itself is a great blessing for her.
"Thank you, Long-Eyebrow Arhat, for your support."
The Arhat with Long Eyebrows returned the Buddha's greeting and said with a smile on his face: "As long as layman Xiao Qin can surpass Lao Monk's pair of white eyebrows, he will have passed Lao Monk's level."
After the long-browed Arhat said, his pair of white eyebrows suddenly grew longer, curling towards Qin Lan's body like two long snakes.
Qin Lan bit her lower lip tightly, and the soul power in her immortal palace was completely boiling. She is the daughter of the Demon Cult Leader and the sister of Qin Yue. She will never lose the face of her father and elder brother on the Ten Thousand Buddhas Mountain.
The look Qin Yue gave Qin Lan when he left appeared in front of her eyes.
Qin Lan thought to himself, "Brother, I will definitely complete the important task you have given me."
After a sword chant, the rainbow sword appeared in Qin Lan's hand.
"Senior, I'm offended!"
On the other side, monk Chenyuan stepped onto the golden summit with heavy steps with tears in his eyes. He was suddenly startled by a loud crowing of a cock.
Hearing the sound and looking around, Chen Yuan saw a native chicken that was as big as a calf, with its neck feathers blowing out and its wings standing up, glaring at him. Obviously, he accidentally walked into the territory of this chicken, and the chicken became hostile to him.
"Amitabha. Young monk, leave here now." After monk Chenyuan finished speaking, he turned around and took a few steps. "Huh? That's wrong!"
Only then did he realize that this place was the golden tripod at the highest point of Wanfo Mountain. How could a strange chicken suddenly appear in the Buddhist Holy Land?
"Where did the monster come from?"
Chen Yuan gave a soft drink, and then saw a short, fat, middle-aged monk trotting over from behind Tuji.
"You're running around again!" The pudgy monk gestured to Chen Yuan to apologize. He held the chicken by its neck and dragged it into the courtyard.
Chen Yuan recognized that the small courtyard was originally the residence of a Six Vehicle Saint Monk. After the holy monk passed away, the small courtyard has been empty. It seems that this small courtyard now has a new owner.
It's just...who is this?
The pudgy monk tried his best but still couldn't drag the chicken back to the small courtyard. The more he tugs, the harder the chicken gets. It looked like he was going to fight Chen Yuan to the death.
But monk Chenyuan didn't feel the slightest threat from the native chicken. Chen Yuan could tell at a glance that the calf-sized chicken was just bluffing.
"Master, according to me, this beast should have been killed long ago." Another monk carrying a ghost-headed sword slowly walked out of the small courtyard. As soon as his ghost-headed sword flashed, the native chicken suddenly became quiet.
"Master, this is Wanfo Mountain. It is no better than our Magu Valley. The eminent monks from Wanfo Mountain are kind enough to take us as masters and disciples, so we must not be ungrateful. This beast barks all day long, disturbing the eminent monks from chanting sutras and meditating. It is really a heinous crime! It must not be killed. No!"
The pudgy monk cursed: "Fart! I don't know your thoughts yet."
The ghost-headed sword monk sneered and said, "Master, we haven't had a meat meal since we went to the Ten Thousand Buddhas Mountain. We feel like we're feeling like a bird in our mouths."
These two people are naturally Sun Dakui and Li Jianger of the Wuwei Taoist sect.
The more Monk Chenyuan listened, the more confused he became. "Are you two laymen my disciples of Wanfo Mountain?"
Li Jiang'er looked proud, "Little monk, of course our master and disciple are disciples of Wanfo Mountain, otherwise how could we live on this golden summit."
"But……"
Sun Dakui stepped forward to explain. It turned out that not long ago, the two of them heard that a Bodhisattva was preaching at Baolong Temple in Wanfo Mountain, so they went to join in the fun.
After all, they were from the Western Wilderness and had never seen the enlightened monks from Wanfo Mountain, so they were naturally curious.
Unexpectedly, in Baolong Temple, Guangde Bodhisattva noticed the deep relationship between the two of them and brought them to the Ten Thousand Buddhas Mountain.
It is said that Guangde Bodhisattva has not accepted a disciple for more than a thousand years. This time, he made an exception and accepted two lay disciples at the same time, and arranged for them to live at the Golden Summit of Wanfo Mountain. This opportunity puzzled Master and Disciple Sun Dakui.
Buddhism?
Where do Taoist disciples get their fate from Buddhism?
However, this pair of master and apprentice are extremely adaptable. The legendary Golden Dome of Wanfo Mountain is naturally a thousand times better than the ruined temple at the foot of the mountain. In line with the attitude of taking things as they come, the master and the apprentice took their native chickens and took root here.
Monk Chenyuan couldn't help but frown after hearing Sun Dakui briefly tell what happened.
His heart felt even more uncomfortable!
"It's so ridiculous that both of them are qualified to live on the Golden Dome, but I am not..."
Saint Monk Chenyuan is a holy son of Buddhism, and he is also a direct disciple of the Unbounded Golden Buddha of Ten Thousand Buddhas Mountain. But it can be seen from his dharma title of "Chen" that he did not enjoy any special treatment. He slowly walked from the lowest disciple to where he is today, step by step.
The most puzzling thing is that to this day, he is already a Six-vehicle holy monk, but he still lives with disciples of the Chen generation.
The tears in Saint Monk Chenyuan's eyes couldn't help but fall down.
"Amitabha, Amitabha..."
