Everyone came out of the suspended Zen state and landed in the [Pure Land of Destiny]!

To be precise, they fell into the river of destiny in the pure land of destiny and were scattered in a small boat.

Compared with the great river of destiny, this boat is smaller than a leaf. It can carry so many powerful people in this world, but it does not seem crowded. Instead, it seems that there is still a vast space.

The fat abbot of Xuankong Temple was holding a pole alone and stepping on the bow of the boat.

He was only wearing a white undershirt, and he had a rather chubby and naive look, but his face was sad, which made people look sad.

Although he looked sadly, it reflected the waves of the sky and spread his eyes and ears. His body and shadow expanded infinitely, making behind him a layer of darkness and waves like iron... as if it were covered with the long river of destiny!

Then he spoke in this infinitely rising situation: "I am the boatman of the sea of ​​suffering, the Bodhisattva of Destiny!"

He alone can ferry everyone's fate!

And just like this, he looked at Ying Jianghong and Ji Xuanzhen at the same time: "You said that I, the Xuankong Temple, did shady things for [Ksitigarbha], let me ask you -"

With such a miserable life, he only frowned and opened his sad eyes angrily: "If I help [Ksitigarbha] with my body and listen to the bell with my hand, can I help him have a three-thirds chance of winning!?"

Although everyone on the fate boat at this moment has the ability to escape fate.

But being able to carry the fate of these people together at the same time proves its strength.

The suffering of fate is unfathomable, and the power of suffering is vast!

Everyone is very different!

Especially Ying Jianghong, a man like him who is a god in military skills. How can he not understand the hard life when he comes to Xuankong Temple?

He had always known that majoring in fate was a tough job, but he was still confident that he could win with a sword.

Because misfortune has always been lacking in momentum.

This is the general trend of "time has come and everything is irreversible"!

I don’t know when, but my misfortune has already completed this point, and I am standing outside the door of transcendence.

At the level of the ultimate peak of Yan Dao, it is actually difficult to distinguish between strong and weak, because everyone who has reached this step has stood at the limit of this world. They are all the highest mountains in this world. There is only a difference in thickness and breadth, and there is no difference in height.

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Everyone's combat effectiveness is affected by many factors.

If we have to discuss it in terms of cultivation, [Tao quality] is the first dividing line, and whether it touches detachment is the second dividing line.

As far as the first watershed is concerned, every Yi Dao monk has mastered the truly perfect Tao principles. To refine the Tao quality through the perfect Tao principles is like refining the highest mountain under his feet into an extremely condensed grain of dust.

.This process is repeated continuously until the Tao quality is filled to a certain extent, where the dust becomes earth and the earth becomes mountains, so that one can truly support oneself and leap beyond the limits of this world.

As far as the second watershed is concerned, when you touch transcendence, you have stepped one foot beyond the limit of this world. You often don’t look at it from the top. In the medieval times, it was the power of “holy”!

How did the misfortune lead to this point?

Ying Jianghong had some guesses in his mind, but he just said: "The chance of winning for [Zhi Ksitigarbha] is zero. Even if you add three points, do you dare to gamble with Xuankong Temple? It's a miserable life, this doesn't mean anything!"

To say this is to admit the power of hard life!

With such a miserable life unfolding, all I want is this recognition.

As a boatman, he sailed the boat with destiny and made the six gods sail together. What he showed was that he was truly qualified to have a dialogue, not just to be scrutinized and judged!

For example, Xuankong Temple and Mount Sumeru have been known together forever, and are known as the Two Holy Lands of the East and West. They are representatives of Xuanxue. Apart from their own heritage and inheritance, they are only superficially speaking on the level of power... they naturally have the power of a saint at any time.

Performance.

Xiyue Temple also had a Yuankong master, and it was expected to be the third holy place in the Buddhist sect.

What Ku Ming is showing at this moment is his unique holy level power, apart from the accumulation of Xuankong Temple itself.

In other words, Xuankong Temple can now promote the combat power of two saints at the same time. If this sect fully supported [Zhi Ji Zang] at that time, coupled with an unreserved I Wen Zhong, this three-point chance of winning is not a lie.

"If we, the Xuankong Temple, are as you say and act like the World Honored One, we will not be able to avoid intervening in the dispute between the sky and the sea. If we say that we have the power to intervene, we will be helpless, like moths flying into the fire. When we see

I'm waiting to cover up the sky!" Standing on the Ferry Boat of Destiny

The hardships faced by the emperor are not at all like the previous attitude of being patient and swallowing the bitter fruits. Instead, they are hiding and being fierce: "Did Jingguo underestimate Xuankong Temple's devotion to the Buddha, or did he not think that Xuankong Temple had the ability to burn one's body to worship the Buddha?"

Courage?”

Ying Jianghong looked at him calmly: "The abbot's words are indeed fierce! The abbot's magical power is amazing! However, I still can't let go of the doubts in my heart."

"You said that I heard that the bell was poorly kept in Guanshiyuan in the past, is it because it was stolen by Ku Jie?"

"Does Kujue, a real person, really have such means? Or is it that the leader of the truth of suffering made a deliberate mistake?"

"In the past, the first seat of the truth of suffering was deliberately neglected, allowing the suffering consciousness to walk away with the bell. Now, the first seat of sorrow is deliberately neglected, asking me to hear the bell shaking. Isn't this the inertia of the Hanging Temple?"

On this fateful boat, Master Nan Tian pushed the sword with his finger, and the sword came out half an inch——

brush!

The huge waves behind him were split in the middle, with half going to the left and half going to the right.

The river of fate actually diverted!

And he continued to ask: "Ku Jue, a real person in this world, was imprisoned by Marshal Kuangming of our court with the Purple Void Calming Talisman, and was personally sent back to the Xuankong Temple. In order to avoid fighting, he kept the door closed. But not long after, he escaped from the trap and escaped from the sect.

, blocked my Chao Liu Zhen in the long river, and finally died. Doesn’t this process make people suspicious? "

Ku Ming held Chang Peng, stood on the bow of the boat, and looked at him: "Your suspicion is not unreasonable, but you just didn't think about it - Ku Jue is himself. You don't know how far Ku Jue can do it.

How intense is it?"

"Marshal Kuang Ming indeed sent him back to the temple, and I banned him for sure. But in order to be able to escape and save his disciples, he did not hesitate to break up with the Xuankong Temple and cursed everyone in the temple until he slandered the Buddha!"

"He did not hesitate to break with the Xuankong Temple in a way that the Xuankong Temple cannot tolerate him. I can't stop him except killing him."

"But how can I kill him?"

The bitter man stopped his sorrow and said: "The story is over, and those who come can follow it. Master Nantian, I will discuss it with you now."

"Since ancient times, there have only been ironclad proofs of how to kill people, and there has never been a reason to force people to prove it themselves. I will prove it myself, and I will only prove it this time. This is the highest respect given by the Xuankong Temple to the Central Empire."

"You have said so many suspicions about the Master of Evil. They are all coincidences and can be taken for granted. There is only one visible and tangible clue - you said that Shen Xia went to Tianjing City at that time and took it with him.

The ancient heavenly contract with the name of the World Honored One shakes the moon in the Fengchan Well."

"The World-Honored Heavenly Contract cannot be repeated. One piece is used, and one less is considered a rare treasure. My Xuankong Temple was established in the Middle Ages, and it is the true story of the World-Honored One. After the great calamity of destroying the Buddha, I still have the World-Honored Heavenly Contract for three hundred and sixty-six years.

Fifteen pictures. Each of them has detailed descriptions, historical records and scriptures, and has been verified by many parties. There is no reason why it was lost or left without destiny."

"The Xuankong Temple has been used for generations until now. Since the time when the ancestor was grieving, the number has stopped at seventeen."

He raised his head: "Now there are still seventeen pictures in the temple!"

He stretched out his hand to invite Zhong Xuanyin to fish the real person into the destiny boat: "The real person of the Shi family is here, you might as well verify the scriptures and history of the Hanging Temple and find out where these heavenly deeds go. Is there any one that can be used in Tianjing?"

Then he turned his fat palm over again, holding a stack of deeds in his palm. He bowed his head and saluted Jiang Wang: "The seventeen deeds of the World Honored One left by our ancestors are all here. There is no one who knows the way of heaven better than Zhenhe! Please give me a try.
Chapter completed!