When Feng Linhui was in the World of the Eight Immortals, he staged a transformation from Buddhism to Taoism and severely slapped a wave of Buddhist monks in the face.
But that is to please the Eight Immortals, which is somewhat similar to rebelling first and then recruiting peace.
In this world, if he wants to become an immortal, he must be perfect and unique, legendary and unique.
Not only should he practice both Buddhism and Taoism, but he should also become a general and a general, be able to be both literary and martial, and be at the top of the industry in front of many saints.
Only in this way can he be called an immortal by the world, and only then can people believe that he is an immortal.
This is much more difficult than simply betraying Buddhism.
After all, betraying a system and transcending a system are not the same concepts.
Now Feng Linmo certainly has a very good reputation among Buddhists.
But as long as he dares to break through the Buddhist gate and enter the Taoist gate, he will immediately be despised by all the Buddhist monks in the world.
Not to mention, Feng Linwen still had the intention to use his status to reshape the heresy and create a new lineage of ancestors.
Of course, these are just directions. Feng Linwen doesn't have an overly detailed plan on how to operate it.
The situation in front of him is not only to survive the subsequent pursuit and entanglement of Xuankong Temple, but also to continue to expand in size within Buddhism, until one day, whatever he does or decides, in the name of righteousness, it will No one refuted.
"It's just! To reach this level, you need not only fame, but also real strength and record. I am currently at level five at best. I have exhausted all my means to bully the natives of this world, and I can only fight against level six at most. ··That's what they call the Jade Realm. But now, the top combat power in this world is level seven." Feng Linwen rubbed his eyebrows, this was by far the most troublesome problem for him.
"If it doesn't work, we can only use the heart given by Battalion Commander Guo as the core to make a puppet. It is probably enough to control a puppet with level six or above strength in this way." Feng Linwen thought to himself.
As a last resort, some non-staff technological means can also be used.
Although this may cause a backlash from Heaven in this world.
But if you conceal it well and disguise high-tech weapons as some kind of powerful spells or supernatural powers, it is not impossible to pass the test.
Time flies.
The next day, when the early morning bell awoke the sleeping mountain forest, Feng Linmo and the crowd bid farewell to Abbot Dabei, and then descended to Xuankong Mountain.
Now standing at the foot of the mountain, looking back at the entire Hanging Mountain.
Just now I was shocked to realize that this entire stretch of mountains looked like a reclining Buddha.
Although the mountains are steep, they are not sinister. The greenery and waterfalls and springs all add to the beauty of the entire mountains.
It is indeed a first-class blessed place.
Traveling all the way east, Feng Lin's destination was the capital of the most powerful empire, 'Jingguo', located in the center of the entire continent.
As we got closer and closer to the capital of Jingguo, there were fewer and fewer people following Feng Linyi.
Five days later, less than three hundred miles away from the capital of Jingguo, the last fellow traveler also said goodbye.
At this time, Feng Linwen was already alone.
Riding a donkey and walking on the official road, Feng Linwen listened to the sound of the wind around him and could already feel the killing intent permeating the dense forest.
Looking up, I see good luck.
Right in front, there is a group of people.
Judging from the grandeur, they must be the family members of a certain official, who are moving into the capital with their families.
Feng Lin was riding the donkey upside down and slapped the donkey's butt.
The little donkey brayed twice, "Uh-huh" and "Uh-huh", and then ran very fast carrying Feng Linye on his back.
"Hmph! He was discovered! Chase him! Don't let him escape." In the dense forest, a group of men in black exchanged words.
Shadows followed each other in the direction Feng Linwen was riding his donkey.
Soon we met again on the mountain trail.
This time, these people jumped out and blocked both ends of the official road.
The horses neighed, and the officials and their families, who had dozens of people in their ranks, all turned pale.
The guards guarding the left and right drew their weapons and looked at the man in black with vigilance.
In the carriage, there was a beautiful middle-aged woman holding a pair of children. Although her face was pale, she was still somewhat calm.
The official standing next to the carriage trembled with his legs and legs and shouted loudly to the people in black: "Who is so bold and dares to stop the family members of the Prime Minister in the imperial censor? Are they not afraid of my Dajing Iron Law?"
The people in black blocking both sides of the road turned a deaf ear.
They have no interest at all in the so-called Master Shi's family members.
Instead, Feng Linwen suddenly rode over on a donkey, and then sighed: "The poor monk was passing by here, and he didn't want to cause trouble. It's just that... so many innocent people were about to be slaughtered before his eyes. After all, I can’t bear it.”
"Everyone! If you are seeking wealth, although the poor monk has no wealth, he has a bit of dignity. He can go to the treasure temples of various places on behalf of the strong men and ask for some. If it costs your life, the poor monk can only accompany you, but please let me go. Live these innocent people.”
Feng Linwen's words were very ambiguous.
When those people in black heard it, they smelled of hypocrisy.
Nothing too wrong.
But to the ears of the family members of the Prime Minister among those censors, what is this?
This is a righteous man!
It had nothing to do with him originally, but now he jumped out and carried it on his shoulders.
No matter whether the monk can bear it or not, at least the intention is there.
"Stop talking nonsense! Kill him!" The people in black had been patient for a long time, so there was no such nonsense at this time.
I could only hear bursts of phantom sounds filling the air.
Everyone felt their eyes darken, as if they had seen the most terrifying and disgusting scene in the world.
This is the Five Poison Phantom Sounds of Tiansheng Sect.
Heaven is supreme and Sheng is light. Just like all demonic sects do not regard themselves as demonic sects, the same is true for Tiansheng sect.
It's just that a sect is good and evil.
It’s not about naming it, but whether its teachings lead people to do good, whether its followers do good or evil, and whether the means it uses seem to be a good or bad way.
The righteousness taught by the Tiansheng Sect is the Great Light Technique, which is indeed upright and bright, and the true essence cultivated is like the blazing sun.
But what ordinary believers use is just the opposite, all kinds of sneaky and sinister.
At this time, the phantom sounds are just to confuse the mind.
The real killing move is the overwhelming poisonous locusts.
These poisonous locusts were originally fed by Tiansheng believers on human blood, flesh and blood. They were born in dark and humid places.
Coupled with such a large number and bedding, even an ordinary sixth-level Jade Realm monk would have difficulty resisting.
After all, the level six here, compared to the level six in the Galaxy Era, is only the same in terms of energy radiation intensity.
Facing the attacks from these remnants of Tiansheng, Feng Linwen sighed, then reached out and suddenly pinched a hand seal.
If Zen Master Da Ku were here, he would definitely recognize that this is the starting position of the Amitabha Fist Seal that he is best at.
Feng Linyi was seen holding the Seal Jue, making a virtual fist seal, standing tall, and then reciting Buddhist sutras.
The next moment, all the phantom sounds disappeared, and the illusion in front of people's eyes seemed to be wiped away with a rag.
The poisonous locusts that covered the sky and the sun also fell one after another, and then crawled at Feng Lin's feet.
