Among the eighteen big and small bald donkeys, seventeen of them are at the Yuanshen realm, but the leader is a little monk who looks to be only eleven or twelve years old - this little monk has only the cultivation level to ascend to the spirit level. , it is clear that he has just started practicing cultivation and is still laying the foundation.
"Seventeen Yuan Shen Overhaul." Lin Jiu looked at the group of eighteen bald donkeys, touched the feather crown on his head, and suppressed the shock in his heart.
This feather crown was a protective magic weapon made by Chaoyue Demon King using the feathers he replaced when he returned to the mountain. It was extremely mysterious.
He didn't feel it at first, but after he achieved the soul, began to understand the Xingyun Sword Art, and began to refine swords, Lin Jiu finally realized the mystery of this protective treasure - this is extraordinary. The magic weapon was the Chaoyue Demon King who didn't know what promotion he had used to seal the power of his peak period into that feather.
The seven feathers are the power of the seven strikes of Chaoyue Demon King at his peak - the power of seven strikes that is only half a step away from the position of Lingying Immortal. Not to mention the seventeen Yuan Shen monks, it is the seventeen more. Well, if Lin Jiu wanted to leave, it would be easy.
Therefore, when Lin Jiu looked at this row of eighteen bald donkeys, he was just shocked.
Under his Dharma eyes, he could see clearly that the magical characteristics of these eighteen bald donkeys were all different, and they obviously came from different Buddhist temples.
"In the war between Jinguang Temple and Bibotan, Jinguang Temple had a slight victory, but no matter how it develops over the years, it is absolutely impossible for Jinguang Temple to develop seventeen - no, the seventeen in front of us, plus Those who were left behind to guard Jinguang Temple, as well as those who died in my hands not long ago, must have twenty or thirty soul cultivators. Let alone now, even when Jinguang Temple is completely victorious, it is impossible to get them. , otherwise, in the previous war, Jinguang Temple would not just have a small victory, but a complete victory."
Even though there is a difference between the Yuan Shen realm and the Tribulation Realm, no matter how great the difference is, it cannot be as incomparable as the difference between immortals and mortals. In a dispute between two forces, if one party can hold back the other, If one party is in the Tribulation Realm and has enough Yuanshen Realm under its command to support the situation, then even if it is a delay, it can drag the other party to the Tribulation Realm to death.
But actually? The fight between Bibotan and Jinguang Temple ended with both sides losing. It was enough to prove that Jinguang Temple would never be able to produce so much Yuanshen realm.
"Are outsiders acting in the name of Jinguang Temple, or is there a powerful dragon crossing the border and overpowering the local snake of Jinguang Temple?"
Lin Jiu's eyes fell on the young monk with red lips and white teeth.
The monks also noticed Lin Jiu's gaze, glanced at Lin Jiu in surprise, and each of them quietly checked Lin Jiu with their spiritual consciousness.
It's just that Lin Jiunai is a perfect incarnation. Before he became a soul, he was able to sneak into Yuanmiao Mountain without being noticed. But now that he has become a soul and has made great progress, his details, especially those of these monks, are so casual. Can you tell?
Of course, the monks' investigation would yield no results.
"I am Mingxiu, the disciple of Shenguang Jialan." In the light of Buddha, the people of Lining City gradually calmed down, and the panicked crowd gradually became quiet. At this time, the young monk who led it slowly spoke. .
"Shen Guang Jialan..." Lin Jiu's heart beat violently.
Jialan is a kind of Buddha's fruition status. Although it is not as noble as Bodhisattva, in the Buddhist system, anyone who can obtain the fruition status is at least a powerful person who has achieved the spiritual status.
"Heirloom from Immortal level." Lin Jiu closed his eyes, afraid that he would not be able to suppress the emotions in his pupils.
No wonder this young monk who has just entered Taoism is the leader, and no wonder there are seventeen soul masters following him - they are not cooperating with the young monk's actions at all, more likely, they are just to protect the young monk. Safety.
"Amitabha. I heard that there is a demon dragon causing trouble, so my master specially ordered me to go down to the realm and surrender the demon dragon." Young monk Mingxiu's voice was not loud.
"However, the demon dragon fits the world and is difficult to enter and destroy. If you want to destroy it, you need to build a dam in Lining City - when we use the Dharma to subdue the demon dragon, the dam will encircle it and cut off the water flow to destroy the demon dragon. .”
As the young monk spoke, he used his magic power to manifest the winding shape of the Lining River - there was a dragon rolling in the river. Just when the dragon was about to cause the river to flood the fields, a dam suddenly appeared on the river and cut off the water flow. No matter how the dragon rolls, the water flow in the river is tightly bound in the river, making it difficult to harm the surroundings.
Confining water and building embankments, using human power to restrain the power of heaven and earth, is an unprecedented thing in the history of Lining City. Therefore, even the words of the young monk are full of power to stir people's hearts, and the people of Lining City also Still hesitating.
"If you build a good dam and embankment, there will be another benefit." Monk Mingxiu had obviously made full preparations for his career. Seeing that his words had not attracted people to gather, he immediately started talking again. Once out loud.
"Once this dam is built, it will store water when it rains and release it when there is drought. From now on, we in Lining City will never have to worry about floods or droughts." Monk Mingxiu said while making a gesture to the crowd. color.
"My Buddha is merciful..." Finally a voice rang out from the crowd, and in an instant, the mountains roared and the tsunami roared.
Lin Jiu Shen felt carefully.
He clearly noticed that as the crowd's emotions were completely aroused, another force under the Buddha's light in the city began to flow, and then 'melted' into the Buddha's light bit by bit, becoming the Buddha's light. In part, as the Buddha's light in the city increased little by little, the eyes of the humans in Lining City also showed their devotion to Buddhism little by little.
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In the following time, the entire Lining City turned into a large construction site.
Building a dam on a river is originally a very difficult task, but with the help of practitioners, everything becomes extremely simple.
The bald men of Buddhism used their magic to separate the water of the river, while the mortals carried huge stones, put them into the river, and built them up layer by layer.
Lin Jiu, on the other hand, was still pretending to be a mortal and staying in Lining City.
When the mortals were working, the power of humanity filled the air. Neither Lin Jiu nor the monks could touch those rocks, and could only fill the river with the power of mortals.
Lin Jiu also relied on his "wide knowledge and rich knowledge" to take over a statistical job from those monks, and worked with others to calculate the progress of the project to ensure that the river dam could be completed as scheduled. Finish.
