The first-class formation that was once famous in the Legend of Conferred Gods - the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation - was put out by Chu Feng. The eye of the formation was Hunyuan Jindou. Of course, it's also a knockoff.
But we can guarantee that the products produced by Daochang Chu will be of high quality.
In fact, during these days, Chu Feng has been secretly refining the Hunyuan Golden Dou and practicing the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation, and it was not until today that he officially took it out.
"Hunyuan Jindou, return to his position"
Chu Feng threw the Hunyuan Golden Dou into the air, emitting a dazzling light. Once the immortals and Buddhas who enter the formation are illuminated by it, the three flowers on their heads will be cut off in an instant, and the five qi in their chests will be eliminated. Thousands of years of Taoist fruit are lost in one day.
"Aqing, Lingyun, Xiaoqing, starting from today, you are not allowed to leave this formation."
Leaving behind words, Chu Feng carried Xu Xian and left the Jiuqu Yellow River Formation. When he appeared again, he was still in front of the Daqing Hall.
The empty square made Xu Xian look a little confused.
"Master, why did everything disappear in the blink of an eye? Didn't you just create a very powerful formation?"
The formation is like another space, another dimension. Even two people who are very close to each other cannot detect each other's existence. This is the charm of the formation.
Xu Xian, who was coming into contact with the formation for the first time, naturally couldn't understand it.
Now is not the time to popularize basic knowledge, and Chu Feng has no intention of teaching Xu Xian the formation knowledge, so he ignores Xu Xian, takes a step forward, and reappears in an instant, holding Fa Hai and Kasyapa Bodhisattva in two hands.
It was only half a day. When he arrived, Kasyapa Bodhisattva looked like a fairy in the sky, with a gloomy look on his face. Obviously very depressed about his situation.
Thinking about it, the great disciple of Buddha, the Bodhisattva of Buddhism, such a superior being, was captured alive in a few rounds, and was raised like a chicken, which is really depressing.
"Taoist Master, what do you want to do with our master and disciple?"
As a disciple, Fahai acted very calmly, as if he was the master.
From the time they met at Jinshan Temple to today, Chu Feng has known Fahai for a long time. He has a certain understanding of this person. He can't talk to him if he is good, and he takes personal grudges very seriously. A very traditional monk with a very tough style.
From a personal point of view, Chu Feng admired him very much. He didn't want to speak at first, but after hearing this, he replied with a smile on his face.
"Send you into the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation"
"Nine Bends of the Yellow River Formation"
Fahai's expression was startled, as if he had heard of it somewhere.
"Stop talking and join the battle."
Chu Feng stepped into the battle, a world that looked no different from reality, with the same Daqing Palace, the same palace, and the same Lin'an City.
It was as if Chu Feng was walking through the years, with every step he took, seasonal changes would occur around him.
"This world rejects the power of immortals and Buddhas, and the mana in the body of the poor monk is losing."
Fahai frowned slightly.
Chu Feng didn't say anything this time, and he didn't stop until he was directly under Hunyuan Jindou.
Fahai looked at the Hunyuan Jindou in the sky with a puzzled look on his face.
Kassapa Bodhisattva is obviously a knowledgeable person. When he saw the Golden Dou suspended in the air, his expression changed slightly and he said: "You can cut off the three flowers on the top, eliminate the five qi in the chest, and destroy the Hunyuan Golden Dou for a thousand years of Taoism. You can actually refine this thing. Who are you? Could it be that you are an old monster that existed in ancient times?"
"You can't even speak of an old monster, but you're not getting any younger either."
Chu Feng smiled, stretched out his finger, and pointed at the Hunyuan Golden Dou in the air.
The intention is obvious, to cut off Kasyapa Bodhisattva's path and let him start from scratch.
"Wait a minute, the poor monk has something to say." This Buddhist scum who once took refuge in Wutian in the world of Journey to the West seems to be unsteady in his stance again.
"you say"
Chu Feng stopped what he was doing and his expression was indifferent.
Kassapa Bodhisattva clasped his hands together with a sad expression.
"Taoist Master, today I saw the Nine Bends of the Yellow River Formation. I know that you have made up your mind. In the future, in the golden battle of the Hunyuan Dynasty, I am afraid that immortal Buddhas who will be demoted to the mortal world will be inevitable. It doesn't matter if there is one more poor monk, and it doesn't matter if there is one less poor monk. , it is better to leave the path and fruit of the poor monk, so that in the future there will be people who can preach in front of the Buddha."
As expected of Kassapa Bodhisattva, the great disciple of the Buddha, in another world, the formula is still the same, and the taste is still the same.
Chu Feng pondered for a while, raised his head, looked at Kasyapa Bodhisattva with a playful look, and nodded.
"That's fine, if one day it comes, it's up to you to decide."
"nature"
The sad look on Kassapa Bodhisattva's face immediately faded away and turned into an enigmatic look. The chameleon's ability made Fahai on the side recognize his master's integrity again.
"If you peel it off, peel it off. It's just an external thing. If you give it up, you'll gain something."
As a disciple, Fa Hai slapped his master Kasyapa Bodhisattva on the face, looking like he had seen through it all.
Chu Feng had always been soft-spoken and would agree to eight out of ten requests from others. When he heard Fa Hai's request, he immediately complied with it.
With a flick of his finger, a golden light shone down from the Hunyuan Golden Dou, covering Fahai's whole body. He heard a muffled groan, the golden light retreated, and the sitting Fahai fell down.
Master Fa Hai, a Buddhist arhat who had practiced for more than a thousand years, suddenly became a mortal. If he wanted to go back to the past, he would probably have to practice for hundreds of years and reincarnate for many lives.
Unless you get a divine object like the Nine-turn Golden Pill, there is no room for change.
The horror of Hunyuan Jindou is evident
"well"
Kassapa Bodhisattva let out a long sigh. This strong disciple who fell down made him feel a little ashamed of himself.
"Bodhisattva, please take good care of your disciple."
Chu Feng left the world in the formation.
When he appeared again, he was still in front of Daqing Palace, with a bored Xu Xian standing not far away.
"Go to the palace gate, someone is here"
While Chu Feng was speaking, people had already arrived at the entrance of the palace.
Three hundred steps away from the entrance of the palace, seventeen monks were posing in various poses.
One, sitting on a sacred deer, thoughtful and calm, noble and admiring himself.
One, raising his hands in celebration and his heart elated.
One, holding an iron bowl, made a begging gesture.
One, holding the iron tower, not angry but proud.
…
"Arhat sitting on a deer, Arhat rejoicing, Arhat raising a begging bowl, Arhat holding a tower... Arhat crouching on a tiger, well, there is one missing Arhat subduing the dragon."
Chu Feng revealed the identities of these seventeen monks with a smile on his face.
"It has been many years since I shaved my head and wore my hair, but it was only because of the poetry and wine. I sat and watched Maitreya's aerial drama, with the sun facing Vairocana..."
Four hundred paces away, a monk walked out of a small pine forest, drinking wine and reciting poetry. He was dressed in ragged clothes and staggering around. He was not Jigong, who was he?
"Okay, very good, the Eighteen Arhats of Buddhism are all here."
Chu Feng still had a smile on his face.
At this time, a monk in the camp of seventeen monks, riding a tiger with wings, greeted Jigong and clasped his hands.
"The Lord Subduing the Dragon"
"Venerable Fuhu"
Jigong's misty eyes were replaced by clarity, and he clasped his hands together.
