This sword is as fast as a meteor, and it is the highest performance of the master's skill. The people around him are unafraid of fear, and at the same time they are extremely pitiful to Wang Sheng's experience.

You say that you beggar is okay to provoke this class of people, let him cut a sword, even if you want to anger him and lose his life.

But they forgot that Wang Sheng did not provoke him, but that the son of the son provokes Wang Sheng.

In a blink of an eye, the sword tip was about to lift Wang Sheng's eyebrows, and his body was instinctively prepared to dodge, but in the eyes of others, Wang Sheng was terrified and forgot to avoid.

The grandfather smiled grimly, not to mention a beggar, even if he was a civilian, he should have died a few and made himself happy.

Seeing the tip of the sword penetrating into the eyebrow, suddenly a loud voice sounded,

"Amitabha, the donor is merciful." As the saint sang, there was boundless compassion, but the voice was not high but let everyone hear.

At the same time, the golden light will shine on the tip of the sword that is about to contact Wang Sheng, like the refraction of the sun's rays, and more like the light of supernatural powers.

"Grandmaster!"

"Master Guangyuan!"

The patchy voice continued to ring, and the people around them turned around with respectful faces, and even the look of the grandfather changed, seeming a little daunted.

The crowd separated, a young bald man with a medium build, dressed in a white monk's clothing, approached with compassion, and came to the grandfather in a few steps. He folded his hands together: "The donor's heart is stubborn, don't let it go, and be vigilant. Don’t make delusions, my Buddha is compassionate."

I don’t know if it’s an illusion. The crowd around me can see a circle of sacred aura behind the head of the bald monk. Everyone smiles involuntarily, and his heart is at peace.

The grandfather also followed the salute, but suddenly his body was awake and looked at the monk with a terrified look, and then looked around left and right, swallowing his saliva, and turned away.

The young monk did not force it to stay, but just shook his head and sighed, "When there are so many ignorant people in the world, when can we spend the time."

Then he looked at Wang Sheng, who was still at a loss. His eyes were suddenly radiant. It was actually that a Buddha's heart was fluctuating. It seemed that he had found some baby, and the relic in his mind was beating.

The monk gave Wang Sheng a careful look, and suddenly he was surprised, this man seemed to have a relationship with Buddha!

He used to speak out to help Wang Sheng, but it was only for other purposes. Of course, it was good to save Wang Sheng smoothly, but he didn't expect this person to have such a Buddha image.

The fluctuations of the Buddha's heart and the relic have not stopped, and the monk can't help thinking. It is because this son has a deep buddha and needs the poor monk to spend it, so my Buddha is enlightened.

After thinking about it, the monk felt different when he looked at Wang Sheng again, "This son has such a deep nature, and if he transforms it, he will have many merits."

The monk no longer hesitated. He stepped forward and grabbed Wang Sheng's hand. It seemed that he realized that there was no intention to kill. Wang Sheng's physical instinct did not evade.

"There is no cultivation, but this is the natural Buddha body!" The monk's eyes suddenly burst into golden light, looking at Wang Sheng with a bit of disbelief.

The so-called Buddha body is actually the same as the Tao body, but it is different from the Buddhist name, but it refers to the same thing, that is, the natural body has three hundred and sixty-five acupuncture points fully opened, and the veins of all sizes are smooth At the same time, there is Dantian broad and solid, and the brain purple house is naturally open and solid.

Only when the above conditions are met can it be called a Taoist or Buddha body. With such a physique, it can be said that there are too few difficulties during cultivation, and progress in the state is as simple as drinking water to eat.

This kind of physique is not something that can be cultivated the day after tomorrow. After all, even in Dajinjindan and even the fairy realm, the whole body meridian will not be fully opened. Only Tianxian Jinxian, and the cultivators who have deliberately practiced, will become Taoist bodies.

The monk didn't think that Wang Sheng was a heavenly immortal or a golden immortal, so he didn't doubt that his Buddha body was cultivated. He thought he was born naturally.

But how could he know that Wang Sheng’s physical body is the projection of Yuanshen, which reflects the Yuanshen embodied in the flesh, which is another mysterious change, much stronger than what he believed to be the Taoist Buddha, or It is not at a level.

The more the monk explored, the more shocked he was, because he felt a coercive pressure from Wang Sheng's body, as if facing the road!

"Isn't it!" The monk moved a little in his heart and groaned slightly. After a second exploration, he was finally certain. His heart fluctuated. He took a deep breath and said, "The original breath!"

The low tone seemed calm, but everyone who knew him knew that he was so confused now that he couldn't keep calm.

"It's actually the original breath, I didn't expect it!" The monk looked like he was crying with a smile, faintly mad.

At this point, he looked at Wang Sheng's eyes no longer compassionate, like looking at the happy prey, more like a piece of meat in his bowl.

"Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful!" The same words have different meanings, but the happiness contained in them has not changed.

A golden light flickered, and the monk suddenly disappeared with Wang Sheng, and the people around him woke up as if awakened, looking at each other blankly~lightnovelpub.net~ I can’t remember why I was here, and I couldn’t remember before What happened happened, and after a while confused, they separated.

In the sea of ​​thousands of miles, the golden light flickered, and the monk of Yuebai monk's clothing appeared with Wang Sheng. One person was handsome and handsome but he was a monk. One person was tall and embarrassed, and it was very conspicuous in this vast and vast sea of ​​clouds.

"The donor, please go with the poor monk!" The monk turned his head and looked at Wang Sheng fiercely, whispering softly.

Wang Sheng could not answer naturally, but when he came here, he seemed to have more sense of autonomy. He looked up and saw a golden Buddha standing on top of his head with one hand, with one hand extended, holding a colorful lotus. With rainbow light.

Indistinctly, waves of chanting chanting from the Buddha spread to my ears, and I looked blankly. I saw a Buddha with hundreds of figures chanting in the palm of his hand, like chanting for thousands of years.

After the monk finished speaking, a white jade lotus petal suddenly gathered at his feet, holding him and Wang Sheng together, and flying a golden Buddha above his head.

In a blink of an eye, they flew across the palm of the Golden Buddha, and they flew all the way to the colorful lotus petals. When they came here, they found a delicate Buddhist temple floating in the colorful light, which was very peculiar.

The monk did not stop and took Wang Sheng one step into the palace.

The palace is magnificent but empty, and there is only one Buddha statue in the middle of the hall, like a miniature version of the golden Buddha outside is enshrined.

When the monk entered the hall, he did not care about Wang Sheng. He looked at the Buddha with piety and respect, and then Bai Yulian sat in front of the golden Buddha.

Wang Sheng glanced around blankly, and finally subconsciously walked to the Golden Buddha, staring blankly at the eyes of the Golden Buddha. Intuitively, the Golden Buddha's eyes seemed to attract him with colorful swirls!

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