Suddenly, monstrous demonic energy filled the air from the sky, and the bright sky disappeared piece by piece, as if poisoned by an invisible hand.
"If you live up to your expectations, don't be so arrogant!"
"Buddhist conference is not a place where you can act wild"
"Let's all work together to break his magical powers."
…
Thousands of bald heads took action together, and a huge swastika was formed. With unparalleled power and majesty, it soared into the sky, instantly breaking through the evil spirit and bringing light back to the world.
"Hahaha, Buddhism is really amazing!"
After a burst of laughter, a golden crow that was more than thirty meters long came through the clouds and mist.
Wearing a gold-rimmed black robe, with a tall figure and a cold expression, Bian Buhua stood with his feet on the Golden Crow's back and his hands behind his back. Be as cool as you want, be as cool as you can be.
"The demon sect lives up to its reputation and does no evil, yet it dares to come to my Buddhist grand ceremony."
"Let's work together to take him down"
"That's wrong. Even in the mortal world, there are conflicts between the two countries. According to Bu Zhan's envoy, Bian Buhao represents the Demon Sect. No matter what he has done before, we can't do anything to him!"
…
Thousands of bald heads were talking about it, some wanted to stay and live, and some didn't agree.
Bian Fuli didn't even look at them, and headed directly towards Guan Ling's Mansion.
Among the bustling crowd, Chu Feng was about to ask Black Cat, Xiao Huohuo and others to leave.
A burst of refreshing fairy music sounded, red petals bloomed in the air, and the intoxicating floral fragrance lingered around the nose. A chariot with an almost transparent purple curtain was pulled by four hundred-meter-long cyan flying dragons. Come quickly.
"Ruyu was ordered by his father to attend the Buddhist conference."
Like big beads and small beads falling on a jade plate, a clear and sweet sound came from the chariot.
Yan Ruyu.
Another acquaintance!
Chu Feng raised his head and looked at Yan Ruyu who appeared in and out of the chariot. Unexpectedly, the wonderful man in the chariot also looked over.
Their eyes met, and a trace of doubt flashed in those beautiful eyes.
Due to the short time, those beautiful eyes passed by in a flash.
Chu Feng, who had changed his appearance a long time ago and turned into another person, did not believe that the other party could recognize him all of a sudden. He smiled casually and greeted the black cat and others.
“Find a place to stay first”
Several people responded in unison.
Compared with Chu Feng and others who left decisively, the lower-level monks among the monks were not so calm.
Yan Ruyu, who just passed by, is said to be the most beautiful woman in Tiandao City.
For thousands of years, it was impossible to see his back, but today I had the chance to see his profile.
…
Guanling Mansion is actually a large temple with various Buddha statues and buildings standing there like a vast ocean.
Although it is not as vast as Tiandao City, it is still very rare on the major ancient roads.
Compared with Taoist temples that pursue simplicity, they are like heaven and earth.
People often say that Buddhism emphasizes appearances, while Taoism cultivates itself and is not just trying to catch wind and shadow.
Sitting on top of the splendid and extraordinary Mahavira Hall is a monk with white eyebrows and restrained charm.
At first glance, it looks like an antique that has lived for countless years.
Even if they sit still, countless monks can be solemn from the bottom of their hearts and not dare to be arrogant in the slightest.
"Kurong Ancient Buddha, this little monk is a guest from afar. How can he host the Buddhist conference that happens once every hundred years on the ancient road? Please take back your orders."
On the right, sitting on a futon, the dazzling golden cicada has her hands clasped together and a humble expression.
If Chu Feng were here, he would be a little surprised.
Jin Chanzi, whose previous cultivation level was so miserable that he could almost give up and start training again, has returned to his previous peak cultivation level of Daluo Jinxian.
The ancient Buddha with white beard and hair opened his wrinkled eyes and said indifferently: "You are a disciple of the Buddha and a Buddhist scholar. It is very suitable for you to preside over the Buddhist conference."
Jin Chanzi was modest by nature and refused: "The monk's cultivation is shallow and his moral character is not enough. He is too embarrassed to hold such a big responsibility."
The ancient Kuru Buddha looked out of the hall with a look of reminiscence.
"In the past, the old monk wandered across the galaxy and passed by an ancient star. The largest temple on the ancient star, the Agama Temple, presided over Huilun Ancient Buddha. He invited the old monk to preside over the Buddhist conference that year. The old monk declined and made up his mind. Buddha Lungu said four words to the old monk."
Jin Chanzi's clear eyes looked at the ancient Buddha of Kurong without blinking.
"Do your duty"
Kurong Ancient Buddha spit out four words lightly.
But just like the evening drums and morning bells, they resounded throughout the temple.
Jin Chanzi trembled and made a gesture with a look of shame.
"What the ancient Buddha taught is that it is the little monk who gets the appearance."
Ku Rong Gu Buddha smiled and closed his cloudy eyes.
Then, a strong golden light emitted from his body, flashed, and disappeared.
The Buddhist monks present all stood up and saluted.
"Holy Monk..."
"I dare not be called a holy monk in front of you."
Jin Chanzi returned the greeting and looked at the monks present. He didn't find the person he was looking for. He said softly: "Why didn't the Shivatian Bodhisattva in the first level come?"
The monks looked at each other.
After a while, a young monk replied: "A few days ago, the young monk was ordered to go to the first level to inform the Bodhisattva. Unexpectedly, the place was empty, and the fat venerable under the Bodhisattva was also missing. The young monk suspected that the Bodhisattva had wandered around."
Hearing this, Jin Chanzi's indifferent face twitched. He had long heard that although Shiva's spiritual practice was high, he was dissolute and had a scornful attitude toward Buddhism.
I don't want to even dare to be absent from such an important Buddhist conference.
Just as Jin Chanzi was thinking about it, the voices of Bian Fuhua and Yan Ruyu came.
"Fellow Taoist, I haven't seen you for a few days, but your style is even better than before."
"each other"
These two people are just afraid that those who come are not good-natured!
A hint of gloom flashed across Jin Chanzi's eyebrows.
"Holy monk, the guests have arrived."
A monk reminded me.
Jin Chanzi got up and walked outside.
The monks sitting on both sides stood up one after another, as many as a hundred.
Arriving on the platform in front of the Main Hall, Jin Chanzi clasped his hands together and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Bian, Fellow Daoist Yan, you are well and well!"
At this time, in the square under the steps, there were thirty or forty people from various schools. Standing at the front was Yan Ruyu, who had just spoken.
Hearing this, they looked at Jin Chanzi on the steps and said at the same time: "It seems that this Buddhist conference will be hosted by fellow Taoists."
While Jin Chanzi nodded, a bad feeling arose in his heart.
The surly Bian Fulai said bluntly: "Buddhism is the number one sect in the world, and I will certainly not refuse well-intentioned challenges from other sects."
As soon as these words came out, people from all schools showed their emotions.
For countless thousands of years, Buddhism has been aloof, using the guise of our Buddha's compassion and the equality of all living beings to interfere in the internal affairs of other sects wantonly, which has long made the world angry and resentful.
Although she was prepared in her heart, Jin Chanzi still felt inexplicably panicked.
After being silent for a while, he said with an indifferent expression: "There is no superiority or inferiority between schools. Since you want to ask for advice, I will just accept it."
Bian Fulai laughed, his face full of ridicule.
This kind of laughter seems to be contagious, and laughter can be heard one after another.
