Above the mountain of elves

Chapter 787 Geng Gui's Future

Outside the door, Mo Yan thanked the campus guards who came over with an apologetic face, and at the same time lightly nodded to Erika to let her stay calm.

"Mr. Mo, you are a member of our Rainbow University. No one can threaten your safety here. If you are really in trouble, please don't refuse our help."

The captain of the guard is a mature and handsome uncle, exuding a sense of righteousness all over his body, which can bring a strong sense of security to people.

Of course, Mo Yan really didn't need it, and repeatedly said that it was too excited for an old friend to visit, and it wasn't a big deal.

Although the captain of the guard was puzzled, he could only give a few more instructions and left.

Afterwards, Mo Yan sent Erika away again, then closed the door again, and turned to look at the monks sitting cross-legged on the office floor.

The moon elves didn't hold back half of their mental power, and all the broken bones were really broken.

Fortunately, there are many monks in this group of monks, and at the same time, some people brought fat Keding and bay leaves.

With the help of two auxiliary elves, they quickly took care of their injuries temporarily.

When Mo Yan walked towards them, he could clearly feel the fanatical gazes of these monks, the pious and glowing eyes stared at Mo Yan's scalp numb.

In a daze, Mo Yan recalled the scene he saw when he was being tested by King Feng.

In the Bell Tower hundreds of years ago, people also looked at Feng Wang with such eyes.

The same fanaticism, the same piety.

He remembered very clearly that he personally ignited the Bell Tower through the power of the iridescent feather, shattering the belief in people's hearts.

The purpose is to make people realize that only by relying on their own efforts can they gradually become stronger.

Mo Yan finally passed the test, which means that the reason for Feng Wang's departure at that time was at least related to it, even if not mainly because of this.

However, hundreds of years later, there are still such a group of people who stubbornly prayed for the return of Feng Wang, but they didn't know that they didn't really understand what they meant from the beginning to the end.

Mo Yan sighed in his heart, unless the monks in the Lingling Pagoda can really wake up, or the Phoenix King will never let them see him for the rest of his life.

"Master Messenger, we are ready!"

The abbot Mingguang led a group of monks to sit down neatly cross-legged, and Geng Gui, who was opposite them, did the same, but his eyes were still radiating golden energy, or the meaning of Buddha.

Mo Yan watched quietly from the sidelines, already vaguely guessing what Ming Guang and the others wanted to do.

The next moment, the host Mingguang took the lead and put his hands together, and at the same time began to mutter,
Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen monks, including Xuanlu, also began to chant at the same time.

Not loud, but surprisingly neat and rhythmic.

Gradually, dots of golden light began to emerge from the monks' bodies, and gradually gathered above everyone's heads.

It can be seen that Mingguang host has the strongest Buddha spirit, followed by Xuanlu, the head of the Lingling Pagoda.

Soon, when everyone's Buddha's will reached a certain amount, they began to slowly pour into Geng Gui's body.

Obviously, the host of Mingguang thought of a way to restore Geng Gui to his original state, which is to use their Buddha's will to fill Geng Gui's consumption until the loopholes are filled.

The golden light completely enveloped Geng Gui, causing the eerie aura on it to quickly fade away.

A warm, peaceful, and meditative temperament gradually emerged from Geng Gui.

It was obviously still the fat ghost with short arms and legs, but there was always a strange coordination.

Although Geng Gui's eyes were closed, they were like two deep pits absorbing water, absorbing a large amount of Buddha's golden light into them.

At the same time, Mo Yan also found that the rows of sharp barbs on Geng Gui's back also glowed with golden light, and began to quickly absorb the golden light of Buddha's will just like its eyes.

Gradually, Geng Gui absorbed the Buddha's meaning faster and faster, but the speed provided by the monks could not keep up. Many people's faces turned pale again, and they looked like they were on the verge of falling.

One, two, three, four, five or six monks began to fall one after another, making the transmission of the golden light of Buddha's meaning even worse.

The rest of the monks could only increase the intensity of the transmission, and among them, the one presided over by Ming Guang burst out twice as much golden Buddha's intent than at the beginning.

The monks are still falling down one after another, and finally only Xuanlu and Mingguang are left to host.

Mo Yan was also very nervous at the side, there were only two people left, and Geng Gui's absorption speed did not slow down at all.

This seems... not enough to suck!
Just when Mo Yan thought that his success would fall short, Geng Gui's absorption action suddenly stopped, and then he stopped absorbing abruptly.

Mo Yan stared at it for a long time, and found that Geng Gui's body had indeed no longer dissipated energy, and it was obvious that he had really recovered.

He looked at the group of monks who were so weak that they didn't even have the strength to speak, and then at Geng Gui who was sitting cross-legged calmly.

Mo Yan unconsciously raised the corners of his lips, secretly giving Geng Gui a thumbs up.

Half an hour later, Geng Gui, who had recuperated all the energy in his body, gently opened his eyes.

A not-too-dazzling golden light flashed from his eyes.

At the same time, Mo Yan suddenly sensed a hint of coercion that Geng Gui revealed at this moment.

The pinnacle of the quasi-king!
Promoted again so soon?
Mo Yan was both surprised and delighted. Thanks to the pressure and growth brought about by the competition, Geng Gui only broke through from the intermediate level to the advanced level a few months ago.

But now, because he has absorbed a large amount of golden energy, he has easily risen to another small level.

Although the breakthrough above the quasi-king depends on perception and opportunity, Mo Yan also has to admit his own Geng Gui's good luck.

After all, when Geng Gui's Buddhist words had not formed combat power, its most powerful special ability was the power of space, which came from a fragment of the original pearl of Palkya, the god of space.

Now, Geng Gui has obtained the inheritance of Buddhist meaning from the monks of Lingling Pagoda, silently guessing that this inheritance of Buddhist meaning must also be related to King Feng.

Sitting on the inheritance of the two legendary elves, although they are only sporadic, Mo Yan doesn't think Geng Gui will be limited by his talent.

Quasi-king, definitely not the end of Geng Gui!
"Geng Gui, how are you? Is there anything uncomfortable?"

When Geng Gui came back to his senses, Mo Yan quickly asked.

"Jie~"

Except for his aura, Geng Gui didn't seem to have changed at all. He still calmly performed a Buddhist salute to Mo Yan, expressing that he was good or not.

Because of Geng Gui's promotion, Mo Yan was in a good mood. Seeing the crooked monk lying on the ground, he hesitated a bit, then called the canteen to order a dozen lunch boxes.

And when the monks heard that Mo Yan was ordering a meal for them, even though it was just a box lunch, their faces were full of gratitude and joy.

The excited look couldn't match their age of 50 or [-] at all.

Except for Xuanlu, he acted calmly, and I don't know if he was stimulated.

But what Mo Yan thought was.

Well, when you have the strength to stand up, you can drive people away.

(End of this chapter)