Nowadays, Hu Long's jasper gourd is more than just a storage or wine-making aid.
Previously, Hu Huan understood the "Tai Shang Expounds the Way" in the jade slips in the "Xuandu Iron Box" and understood the way of the soul. However, it was limited to the limitations of this world, so he did not immediately evolve the soul and realize the fruit of the immortal way. .
It just so happened that Huai Shui Dragon Lord sent the ancient treasure "Wuji Seal" as a reward for asking him to eradicate the great demon Wuzhi Qi.
Hu Long then returned the "Wu Ji Seal" to its original form and transformed it into the essence of the innate Wu soil, the Nine Heavenly Breathing Soil, which he blended into the jade gourd to become a magic weapon that would be used to entrust the soul in the future.
Now the prototype of a chaotic and undeveloped world has evolved inside this jade gourd. As long as he proves to be an immortal and uses his soul to break through the Hongmeng and open up the world, this world can truly take shape, and he will become the supreme leader of this world. dominate.
Although it is the prototype of the world, this jade gourd possesses incredible power.
At this moment, Hu Yuan's simple throw was like smashing a gestating world over, and it truly demonstrated the martial arts proverb "one force can defeat ten".
The jasper gourd, which was only the size of a fist, hit the "Swastika" mark on the palm of a huge hand as big as a mountain.
The giant palm exploded into pieces, shocking the earth and filling the sky with golden light.
Cheng Lingsu reminded from behind: "Brother, this monk's palm seems to be weird, please be more careful."
"Don't worry, Sister Su, my husband has already figured out this bald bezoar horse treasure!"
Hu Yuan first turned around and smiled to reassure his wife, then raised his hand to take back the jade gourd, and sneered at Fahai: "What a Buddhist saint! He actually swallowed up your Buddha's incarnation before Nirvana, leaving it to suppress the Buddhist qi in this world. The relic of luck. The father says goodbye and the son smiles, truly worthy of the name!"
Fahai naturally couldn't understand the homophone hidden in his words, but he could always hear his sarcasm and ridicule. He immediately clasped his middle finger with the second knuckle still glowing with gold and said coldly: "Wait for heretics. The evil spirits want to disrupt my Buddhist door, but the poor monk is unable to stop it. So why not temporarily lend the mighty power of the Buddha to protect my Buddhist door?"
Hu Long said leisurely: "Master, you know that every time you consume the power of this relic, the luck of your Buddhism will be reduced by one point. However, you do not know restraint and abuse it excessively, which has actually laid the foundation for the disaster of the end of Buddhism in the future. At that time, there will be external demons sneaking into your Buddhist temple that has lost the blessing of the Buddha, wearing your cassocks in a grand manner, destroying your Dharma, wantonly misinterpreting your scriptures, and corrupting your precepts. At that time, your Buddhism will look like a burning fire cooking oil and flowers. If the gate is covered with brocade, the width of the mountain gate will increase by another foot."
His voice contains the mystery of the "Drunken Dragon Eight Sounds", a unique music technique he created in his early years. It is soul-stirring and directly points to the heart.
All the monks in Jinshan Temple had just been injured by the plague poison spread by Cheng Lingsu. At that time, they were all distracted by these words. They seemed to see the scene of the end of Buddhism mentioned by Hu Long before their eyes. They were all trembling in their hearts and lost their souls.
Suddenly, a monk screamed in horror: "Buddha! All the golden bodies of Buddha are crying!"
When the monks heard this, they subconsciously turned their heads and looked at the nearest Buddha statue. The Buddha statue they saw had melted gold foil rolling down their cheeks at the same time. At first glance, it looked like tears.
"Sin!"
The monks cried out in unison, and then unanimously looked at Fahai, who was facing Hu Yuan and his wife at the mountain gate, and seemed to have confirmed the source of the "sin" they said.
Although Fahai was facing Hu Long, his eyes were as bright as a torch, and he could see everything that happened in the temple and even the thoughts of the monks clearly. He gritted his teeth and said, "Hu Long, how dare you confuse the public with your evil words and mess with me." Zen Heart, I swear I will never rest with you today!"
Hu Yuan sneered: "Do you think you can still be kind today? Look, Pindao is going to stir up the Yangtze River and flood your Jinshan Temple!"
In response to the sound, a black air flew out from behind the head, turned into a hundred-foot-long black dragon in the air, and dived diagonally downward into the Taotao Yangtze River.
Suddenly, a dull roar came from the bottom of the upper reaches of the Yangtze River, and the water on the river immediately rose sharply. There were turbulent waves as tall as peaks and mountains, but they were restricted to the Yangtze River by a mysterious force, carrying endless waves. The mighty power surges toward the golden mountain that dominates the center of the river.
"How dare you, demon!"
See Fa Hai
Hu Yuan was clearly a master of the Jinshan Temple. At that time, he was filled with anger and shouted angrily. He stood up in the air and waved the whisk downwards in his hand. Three thousand dust threads stretched infinitely and instantly connected up and down the Jinshan Mountain below. Tighten with a few turns.
"Move mountains!"
With all his magic power, Fahai uprooted a golden mountain and dragged it upwards, instantly exceeding the height limit of the upstream flood.
"Idiot, let's see how high you can rise!"
A majestic sneer came from the bottom of the water, and the torrent suddenly broke away from the river bed, spiraling into the sky like a huge water dragon, forming a huge whirlpool containing endless traction and strangulation, rising closely after Jinshan, and its momentum seemed to want to sweep it away. Swallow it in one gulp.
Seeing that Hu Long's water control skills were superb, Fa Hai drove the floods seemingly endlessly, but he could not drag the entire Jinshan Mountain up endlessly, so he immediately used offense instead of defense, and first threw out the Zen staff in his other hand. , and sacrificed the fire dragon transformed from the tattoo on his back.
Seeing a Zen staff as heavy as a mountain and a fire dragon spitting flames attacking together, Hu Long laughed, raised the jade gourd in his hand and drank, "Take it!"
The chaotic world that was being nurtured inside the gourd flew out from the gourd's mouth, dragging the two treasures back into the gourd and suppressing them.
Hu Long looked at the ugly Fa Hai and said with a smile, "It's indecent to come without reciprocating. The great monk also came to see the poor Taoist's methods of making trouble!"
Before he finished speaking, another red light shot up into the sky from behind his head. Another form of the Hundred-foot Red Dragon, the "Burning Sky Flame Dragon", first appeared in the sky. After a flash, it flew over the Jinshan Temple and then decomposed into a sheet of spit. The sky filled with red clouds filled with blazing flames fell towards Jinshan Temple which was rising rapidly.
Seeing that there was a fire above and a flood below, Fahai hurriedly took off his red cassock and offered it as a sacrifice.
His original Buddhist treasure cassock had been damaged by Hu Long, but this one was re-refined after obtaining the Buddha's relics and using the power of Buddha in it. Its power is even worse than the former one.
The cassock expanded rapidly in the air, and instantly turned into a huge, seamless ball, enveloping the entire Jinshan Mountain.
Fahai sat in the lotus position in the air, performing the fearless mudra with his hands. The golden light of the Buddha's bone relics integrated into his fingers spread throughout his body, turning him into a living golden Buddha.
Behind him, a phantom of a hundred-foot-tall Buddha appeared. One person and one Buddha simultaneously bloomed with immeasurable Buddha light, dyeing the red cassock into a layer of dense golden light.
The flood vortex below was swirling, tearing, and twisting, and the flames below were burning and scorching, but they were all blocked by this layer of golden light, making it difficult to get beyond the thunder pool for a while.
Hu Long sneered: "I want to see if the Buddha's power left in that finger bone by your Buddha prohibits you from consuming it regardless of the cost!"
Then he opened his mouth and sprayed upwards, spitting out a nearly transparent flame; spitting downwards, a dark and deep water flow protruded.
This is the original power of his two innate magical powers, water and fire. After being integrated into the flood and fire that worked together to torture Jinshan Temple, the power of water and fire doubled, consuming the golden Buddha's light inch by inch.
