He sank into his own sea of ​​consciousness. The golden light was brilliant, but it was no longer blinding. He could see clearly.

Standing in front of the Dharma image, Wu Sheng raised his head and looked up, and the scriptures emerged.

He is he, high above,

I am me, an ordinary cultivator.

However,

The law is for me to cultivate, and it should be for me to use.

When he is in me, he is me, and I am him.

With a little enlightenment, the non-life floats up and merges into the golden body of the Dharma.

open eyes,

The golden light disappeared, but the fat face was still there, with the fat monk standing close in front of him.

There is a sound of rushing water, and the river flows eastward endlessly.

"What are you doing taking off your clothes, monk? Please respect yourself!"

The fat monk paused in untying his cassock and looked up at Wu Sheng with shock on his face.

He originally wanted to wrap this cassock around the mysterious Buddhist cultivator in front of him and take him back to the temple, but he didn't expect the other person to wake up.

How can it be?!

There is one palm for Wusheng, and it is also one palm for Dharma to appear on the body.

The fat monk's cassock shone with precious light. He rolled upside down more than twenty times and came to the surface of the river.

That cassock is a treasure!

The fat monk stood on the water, looking at Wu Sheng, his face became solemn.

Wu Sheng stared at the monk and thought about it carefully. He seemed to be standing where he first saw him. Is this a coincidence?

He stood up and took a deep breath.

The mind is in harmony with the body, the body is in harmony with the Dharma,

One step later, we came to the river.

At this step, he seemed to have seen a new realm.

Shenzutong, he should be able to get started now, before he was just standing outside the door.

"Thank you, monk." Wu Sheng smiled at the fat monk.

"Congratulations, your wisdom is astonishing!" said the fat monk.

Wu Sheng looked at the fat monk, the river at his feet, and then looked up at the two mountains not far away.

"Supernatural power, magic weapon, or formation?"

"Both." The fat monk said, but he didn't know whether what he said was true or false.

"very good."

Wu Sheng raised his hand with just one finger. There was no sound of wind and thunder, no powerful force.

The fat monk in front of him smiled slightly, and boom, a big hole appeared in the dirt ridge behind him, and dust flew up.

"Array?"

Wu Sheng could see that the Buddha's finger had been moved.

Wu Sheng knew very little about the magic circle. If he knew very little, it would naturally be difficult to decipher it.

Wu Sheng stared at the fat monk, thought for a while, and stepped onto the river. There was also a sword, like a big river, slashing straight at the monk.

The monk's robes fluttered, his palms clasped together, and the sword light suddenly disappeared three feet in front of him.

There was a crashing sound, and half of the river flow behind him was cut off by the sword light.

The previous finger and the sword just now were all redirected to other places.

Wu Sheng has arrived ten feet away from the monk,

With one palm, everything is controlled.

When he applied the palm, he felt something was wrong. The palm failed. What he was holding was not the person but the flowing river. On the river, a section of water stagnated and stopped flowing.

The monk in front of him looks like he is here, not far in front of him. In fact, he may not be here, but somewhere else. Is this the beauty of the magic circle?

No, no, no,

Wu Sheng slowly turned his palms, as if stroking the river at his feet. He felt the flowing river water, felt this subtle change, and...

You, in fact, have always been here.

With one palm of Wu Sheng, you can subdue demons,

The river nearby and the soil slope in the distance swayed together.

Wu Sheng felt that something around him seemed to be messed up and scattered. It was still the same river and those mountains, but it seemed a little different.

Hum, a golden light pours out from the void like water waves and spreads in all directions.

Wu Sheng closed his eyes and took a step forward.

A Vajra came in front of him, and one side of the seal flew up to meet him. The golden light flashed, and it was separated at the touch. The vajra rotated and flew back, while the side seal was quietly hanging in the air.

No longer alive.

"Nice job!" Wu Sheng praised and put away the magic weapon.

Without any hesitation, he turned around and struck out with his sword.

The monk dodges and the river is cut off.

This formation should have been broken,

Wu Sheng sheathed his sword, and he was already several miles away. There were still some restrictions, but nothing serious.

He took another step and turned back.

Push horizontally with one palm.

The monk had a bright light in front of him, and a Dharma image behind him. His whole body was radiating a fire-like brilliance, and he also raised his hand.

The Buddha's palms face each other,

golden light, fire light,

The river froze for a moment, then boiled, creating three feet of water waves and emitting steam, as if it were boiling.

The light dissipated and Wu Sheng disappeared, leaving only the fat monk standing there, with the smile on his face but serious eyes.

He waved his hand, and four slender mace-like magic weapons flew out from two earth ridges in the four directions, east, west, north and south, and the mountain ridge where Wu was born. These were the Buddhist magic tools "Vajra Prongs".

Just now, he used four "Vajra Prongs" to set up a formation barrier, using the pagoda in his hand as the formation eye to lock the world. Although the monk who came from nowhere knew the magical power of the Buddhist "Divine Foot Power",

However, if his cultivation is not enough, he still cannot break through this magical formation. After he entered the formation, he was indeed unable to break it and successfully restrained him.

And as soon as they met, he used another magic weapon and Buddhist magical power, which should have seriously injured him. Unexpectedly, he could recover so quickly and guess the center of the formation.

Buddha's finger, Buddha's palm, these are the magical powers of Buddhism. The other party has not yet fully understood them, but he can already vaguely feel the extraordinary artistic conception in them. They are by no means inferior to those in the temple, and are even better than them.

That sword is not a Buddhist sword.

A Buddhist monk? Which temple is he from?

If you chase him one more time, you may not be able to catch him, and even if you catch him, you won't be able to stop him. You'd better go back to the temple and report to the master. He jumped up and turned into a blaze of flames to escape.

Halfway along the road there were two more monks riding large eagles.

"Senior brother, have you ever caught that person?"

"No."

"Could it be that the uncle's calculation was wrong and he didn't go in that direction?"

"The man went in that direction, but he ran away."

"Senior brother didn't catch him either?"

"Let's talk about it after we go back to the temple."

"Aren't you going to chase me anymore?"

"No more chasing. Unless the masters and uncles from the temple come, we won't be able to catch him," said the fat monk.

"If that's the case, then I'll go back with my senior brother."

Several monks returned to the temple together. The fat monk went to one of the Buddhist temples, where an old monk sat in front of the Buddha statue and chanted sutras.

"Master, the disciple is back. The disciple failed to catch the monk from outside. Please ask the master to punish him."

"Tell me the details of what happened," the old monk said without raising his head.

"yes."
To be continued...