Mo Qianyu was forcibly thrown into a space gate by Master Wuji, and he felt as if he was in a dreamy passage.

He was wrapped in a special energy in the passage and kept moving forward quickly.

The channel is filled with light, and the concepts of time and space are gradually blurred. Mo Qianyu doesn't know how long it has been...

It seems to be a month or a year?

He completely lost the concept of time, and the consciousness of Qiandi seemed to have left his body and flew to the edge of time and space to wander. Everything is chaotic and nothingness...

"Zen Master Fahai...Zen Master Fahai! Hurry up and wake up. The guests from Baima Temple have arrived! He and the monks in our temple are waiting for you to go out outside the main hall!"

Mo Qianyu felt someone shaking his shoulders gently, and suddenly opened his eyes and woke up. The surrounding scenery changed drastically and he was already in a wide and majestic hall.

He looked around and a young monk in front of him was looking at him nervously, his eyes full of respect.

When the little monk saw Mo Qianyu wake up, he breathed a sigh of relief:

"Zen Master Fahai, you have woken up!"

"You have been in meditation for a long time this time! The master who came to discuss the Tao from White Horse Temple has been waiting for a long time!"

Looking at the little monk in front of him, Mo Qianyu looked down at himself again.

I saw myself wearing a cassock embroidered with gold wire, and a Zen staff was placed beside me.

"Disciple, don't panic. The master used his means to send you back to Jinshan Temple thousands of years ago!"

"You will transform into Master Fahai now! Go quickly and complete your mission. When you understand Fahai's Mahayana Buddhism to a certain extent, the master will bring you back."

"But if you are lazy and sloppy, you will be trapped in this parallel world for the rest of your life!"

The voice of Master Wuji came from Mo Qianyu's mind, but he looked around in a daze, but could not see the figure of Master Wuji...

"Zen Master Fahai... Are you...?"

The young monk in front of him saw Fahai's movements strangely, scratched his head and asked in confusion.

"Damn... Master Wuji is such a powerful way to force travel through time? There is no way, let's follow this little monk first..."

Mo Qianyu secretly admired Wuji's methods, but at this moment he couldn't help but pick up the Zen stick and stood up, and walked out of the hall with the little monk.

Dozens of monks gathered outside the hall, all of whom were masters with higher cultivation levels in Jinshan Temple. When they saw Mo Qianyu, they immediately stood respectfully on both sides, folded their hands together and bowed to greet them, "Amitabha,

Fahai presided over."

Mo Qianyu waved his hand indifferently, signaling the monks not to be polite.

Not far ahead, there was a tall and burly monk standing. When he saw Mo Qianyu appear, he said bluntly:

"Amitabha, how good it is."

"I am a monk Huiyu from Baima Temple. I came here today to discuss the Buddhist and Taoist cultivation with Fahai, so as to increase the friendship between our two temples."

"Host Fahai, your airs are really big!"

"I asked me to wait here for so long, but I thought you were afraid to talk to me about Buddhahood and dared not show up!"

When the monks around Jinshan Temple heard Huiyu's words, a hint of anger appeared on their faces.

But the monk from White Horse Temple is not simple, and he has a bit of a polite taste and then a soldier. It is difficult to refute the needles hidden in the cotton.

Mo Qianyu recovered at this moment and understood Master Wuji's intentions.

This ancestor of Jinshan Temple should have no malice, just want to temper him and increase his Buddhist cultivation.

With Master Wuji's methods, if you want to harm him, you don't have to worry about it. You can scatter Mo Qianyu's soul by raising your hand!

Since you come, you will be at peace and come to this unknown world. Even if Mo Qianyu wants to return to the planet of Sorensen, he will have no way to go to heaven and no way to the earth, and there is no way to do so.

For the current plan, only by following the arrangements of Master Wuji and meeting the requirements of this master as soon as possible can we get out of here...

Mo Qianyu was in a bad mood at this moment, and when he heard the sarcasm of Monk Huiyu, he became angry.

However, his identity is different now than before. After all, as the host of Jinshan Temple, it is really not feasible to just swear.

However, Mo Qianyu is not the one who suffers a loss. He looks as usual and speaks in a deep voice:

"Amitabha, how good it is."

"It's my fault for Master Huiyu to wait for a long time. Please forgive me."

"Since Master Huiyu has been waiting for a long time, we don't have to be polite."

"The Buddhist teachings practiced in the Jinshan Temple are fierce in nature, and the method of subduing demons and eliminating demons is the method of attaining enlightenment. Most of the Buddhist teachings are reflected in supernatural powers, so why not be as good as you and me to discuss one or two things?"

Mo Qianyu felt that his body was filled with mellow Buddhist energy at this moment, and his cultivation was simply shocking. I guess this was the Buddhist cultivation that Fahai himself possessed.

With this power in it, Qianyu doesn’t bother talking nonsense with the other party. It’s a mule or a horse, and the truth is revealed under his hands!

Monk Huiyu didn't expect that the host Fahai in front of him was so tough. He just spoke casually, and the other party immediately beat the snake and followed the stick.

In this way, Huiyu is a little bit out of the way. If he doesn't dare to respond at this time, it is equivalent to giving up directly.

But if he accepts the martial arts battle, his cultivation level will never be able to win, and the situation is a bit difficult to get off the ground at this moment...

"Amitabha, does Master Huiyu feel that it is a bit unfair to fight against you with my cultivation?"

"Why not just do that. I am standing there and Master Huiyu attacks. As long as you can knock me back half a step, the master will win. How about it?"

Mo Qianyu once again spoke out to fight, and this time his words were a little arrogant.

Huiyu is also a top genius in Buddhism. He has a strong understanding and obscure secret scriptures in his opinion, but he can understand the subtleties of it at a glance.

Although Huiyu is young, his Buddhist practice is very profound. He is close to the realm of Mahayana Buddhism. He is the monk with the highest level of cultivation in Baima Temple except for the presidency.

Faced with Fahai's repeated provocations in front of him, Monk Huiyu could no longer bear it and agreed loudly:

"Okay! Then according to what Fahai said!"

"My monk's cultivation is indeed far less than that of Fahai's host, but it is still possible to make the host take a few steps back."

"Since Fahai presided over the advice, I offended him!"

Monk Huiyu folded his hands together and nodded slightly to indicate that he was ready and could start a contest at any time.

Mo Qianyu secretly laughed at the other party for being ungrateful. He had already seen through Monk Huiyu's cultivation.

The other party has not yet cultivated to the Mahayana Buddhism, and it is far from Fahai's own cultivation and cannot pose any threat to him.

"Please make a step ahead. I want to compete with this Master Huiyu for some Buddhist supernatural powers." Mo Qianyu said to the monks around him.

The monks around him were signaled by the host and hurriedly retreated to the distance, sat cross-legged, and looked at the two Buddhist masters with anticipation in their eyes.

Fahai and Huiyu are both powerful people in Buddhism, and their understanding of the supernatural powers of Buddhism is different. If they can understand some tricks when the two of them are fighting, it will be of great benefit to these monks with average qualifications.

Mo Qianyu saw the monks around him retreating and threw the Zen stick in his hand into the distance. The Zen stick was wrapped in a stream of Buddha's energy and slowly fell on the ground and stood upright.

Then, Qianyu clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name lowly:

"Amitabha, how good it is."
Chapter completed!