The first Buddha in history

When Wen Chunxiang and Xie Zhenghong opened their eyes, they found themselves in a monastery.

This temple looks extremely dilapidated. The golden statue of the Buddha is very old, and one of both hands is broken. As for other places, the word "dirty and messy" has been brought to the extreme. Let a little wind blow , I am afraid that this ruined temple can be scraped down.

"Is this the place where the Wanfo Dynasty is?" Wen Chunxiang glanced around in disgust, cast several cleansing spells on his body, and then rested his head on Xie Zhenghong's shoulder.

Or the little monk smells better.

"It's the space in that wordless heavenly book." Xie Zhenghong turned his body slightly, putting his hands on Wen Chunxiang's waist, "It seems that the owner of that wordless heavenly book is very good at formations, and the secret of that wordless heavenly book has always been It was not found. If we hadn't answered the password correctly, I'm afraid we wouldn't be able to get in."

"Senior, do you really want the Emperor of Ten Thousand Buddhas?" Xie Zhenghong asked.

"I don't want it very much, but before I met you, I was idle and had nothing to do." Wen Chunxiang's face was a little embarrassing, "I always want to have some fun for myself. You, no, Song Qing helped me a lot back then. I was thinking, if I have a chance to meet again in the future, I can give him something. It just so happens that I hate those pious bald donkeys, so I aimed at them. Before I knew it, I developed a hobby of collecting .I have already collected almost half of the Tathagata palms, so there is not much difference."

Xie Zhenghong laughed softly, "Senior, what are you nervous about?"

Of course I'm nervous.

Wen Chunxiang felt a little depressed.

Although he clearly knew that the little monk was different from Song Qing, but he used Song Qing's name to rob Buddhist sects, so it didn't sound good at all.The little monk has some memories about Song Qing, how can Wen Chunxiang dare to be confident?

"Actually, the Tathagata God's Palm is nothing special, it's just a kind of exercise. Since the senior wants it, the little monk will get it for you."

"Huh? Do you know where?"

"I almost know." Xie Zhenghong nodded, "Song Qing has been to this place before."

"Ok?"

"In the era of the Song and Qing Dynasties, most of the whereabouts of the twelve postures of Tathagata palms were known. Coincidentally, Wanfo Chaozong was one of them." Xie Zhenghong said with a smile, "otherwise I would not be able to do so in such a short period of time. The secret of breaking the precepts without words, senior, you think highly of me."

No, that's enough.

Wen Chunxiang secretly thought that he never thought that the little monk would study this wordless book painstakingly, and he never believed in the little monk's luck.But now that he knew that the young monk was an old monk and Song Qing, he was even more convinced of his good luck.

It has been reincarnated for thousands of years, how much merit has been accumulated!

"If I remember correctly, this should be the ruins of Nirvana Temple." Xie Zhenghong took Wen Chunxiang's hand and led him to walk slowly, while explaining the story of this temple to Wen Chunxiang, "The disciples of this temple are very Rarely, only one person will be admitted every few hundred years, and not many people know about it, and only a very small part of Buddhist practitioners know their existence."

"Is it because their source skills are too special?" Wen Chunxiang spent a lot of time recovering his cultivation after Song Qing left, and it was hundreds of years before he started to study these Buddhist sects.

"Almost, the monks in Nirvana Temple practice the way of the Eight Signs Bodhisattva." Xie Zhenghong slowly found some fragments about Nirvana Temple from his memory.

"The Way of the Eight-Handed Bodhisattva?" Wen Chunxiang recited it silently. He has learned so many things and read so many books, so he is sure that he has never seen these records.

"Some things are stated by the sect's gate, and will not be stored in the jade slips." Xie Zhenghong glanced at Wen Chunxiang's appearance at the moment, and knew what Wen Chunxiang was thinking, "These are also left to me by Song Qing Memory. In the world of comprehension, the Buddhist golden body is only roughly divided into Bodhisattva, Arhat, and true Buddha. But there are many different branches among the three, and sometimes they can even transform into each other. There are many Buddhist believers. It also includes countless outstanding disciples from ancient times to the present, and the division of the bodhisattva path alone has one hundred major species and three thousand minor species."

"The more famous Bodhisattva, such as Guanshiyin Bodhisattva, is said to have thousands of hands and thousands of transformations. He has successfully transformed and merged nearly a thousand kinds of Bodhisattva ways, and he can be called a master of Bodhisattva ways."

"I don't seem to have heard of these things before." Wen Chunxiang was stunned for a while, and suddenly felt that his and Xie Zhenghong's positions were reversed.

In the past, he was the one who popularized science and explained things in the realm of cultivation to the young monk, but now listening to the serious explanation and examples from the young monk, Wen Chunxiang didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

"These are the things that after the success of Song Qingdu's catastrophe, the Buddhist sects were inspired and automatically donated to the disciples of the Buddhist cultivators who are about to ascend." Xie Zhenghong smiled, "The Buddhist cultivators who know these things are no longer in the realm of cultivation, so naturally they have not left many records. The Baxian Bodhisattva Way in this Nirvana Temple is exactly a kind of Bodhisattva way that has been refined and has a complete inheritance. Therefore, although the Nirvana Temple is small, many powerful Buddhist practitioners know that the chances of the disciples of the Nirvana Temple to ascend are higher It is more than ten times higher than the disciples of other sects."

"If it weren't for me, I'm afraid you would have reached the Buddhist realm long ago." Wen Chunxiang couldn't help feeling a little distressed.

"In that case, Xie Zhenghong will no longer be Xie Zhenghong." Xie Zhenghong leaned over, looked at Wen Chunxiang seriously, and said, "Senior, you don't need to worry about it."

"You still call me senior?" Wen Chunxiang turned his head repeatedly, not looking into Xie Zhenghong's eyes, "Your ages are not younger than me."

"What's that called? Little Peony?" Xie Zhenghong asked in distress.

Wen Chunxiang: ...

"Let's call him Senior."

Little Peony is too shameful.

Calling out during double cultivation can still be called fun, but if Wen Chunxiang calls out like that on weekdays, he can't guarantee that one day he will beat up the little monk when he becomes angry from embarrassment.No matter how powerful the little monk was in his previous life, he is just a monk in the fusion stage now.

"About 5000 years ago, there was an astonishingly talented person among the demon cultivators, named Lu Qing, whose cultivation was at the peak of the tribulation, and he trampled all the demon cultivators in the three thousand worlds under their feet. It can be said that there are no two in the limelight.”

"I seem to have heard of this name before." Wen Chunxiang felt a little familiar, but couldn't remember it.At that time, he followed Song Qing wholeheartedly, and was afraid that he would not be able to suppress the demon energy and harm Song Qing, so he hid in the temple and did not go out, and rarely dealt with demon cultivators.Even if he couldn't control his demon energy to devour those demon cultivators, he didn't give them a chance to say a word.

What's more, 5000 years ago, he should still be in the small garden in that valley, with his brothers and sisters.

Unfortunately, no matter how Wen Chunxiang searched later, he couldn't find where the valley was.

But this is still unreasonable. If it is really such a powerful person, people should have records in the future.

For example, Wen Chunxiang, Jixie and other nine great demon emperors, the records about them have spread all over the three thousand worlds, and almost every sect has a copy.

"Speaking seriously, that Lu Qing back then was so famous that even the nine demon emperors combined today can't compare, and he rose rapidly in just a hundred years. I heard that he was born as a sword cultivator, and his swordsmanship is superb. It just so happened that the most outstanding sword cultivator in the immortal way and his Taoist companion both soared, and no one could compete with Lu Qing in the way of swords. Later, Lu Qing did not know where the Nirvana Temple was located. Came to provocation, trying to get a secret method of Nirvana Temple."

"Is it the Emperor of Ten Thousand Buddhas?"

"No." Xie Zhenghong shook his head, "Thousand Buddha Chaozong is powerful, but compared to this one, it can't play a big role at all. What Lu Qing wants is the supreme method of Nirvana Temple. Go back in time and change the cause and effect."

"There is such a thing?" Wen Chunxiang was really a little stunned. It is not an exaggeration to say that this kind of thing that changes cause and effect is against the sky. If this Nirvana Temple really has such a thing, how could it be reduced to what it is today?

"Yes, but the effect is not as evil as the legend says." Xie Zhenghong nodded affirmatively, "Lv Qing is obsessed with swordsmanship, and wants to compete with the soaring number one swordsman. The sword cultivator has successfully ascended. He wants to use this skill to compete with that sword cultivator. But the skill is extremely demanding, and it is not easy to practice. .1. How dare Nirvana Temple hand over such things to him? Afterwards, a great war broke out, and Nirvana Temple fell overnight. In the end, it was a buddhist who was about to ascend to suppress Lu Qing, which prevented things from getting out of hand .The Buddha practiced the exercises of Nirvana Temple, roughly erasing Lu Qing's karma."

"erase?"

"Yes." Xie Zhenghong couldn't help but bring a little smile on his face, "The so-called backtracking spell in Nirvana Temple is actually a large-scale memory erasure technique, which can make the traces of this person's existence in the world Get rid of them all. Those records about Lu Qing, his deeds, are almost forgotten. Only people with superb cultivation bases will have a vague memory, just like you, senior, you seem to have heard of this name, but Who exactly is he, what does he look like, what has he done, but he doesn’t wake up at all.”

"...This is powerful enough." Wen Chunxiang couldn't help sighing, "Although this can't be called going back in time, such a large-scale technique is simply shocking."

"Wanfo Chaozong is one of the collections of Nirvana Temple. The Buddhist cultivator knew that Luqing's challenge had been widely circulated. Even if one Luqing was repelled, it would be impossible to deal with the next person who came to the door. The number of people in Nirvana Temple soared It has already been noticed by many interested people, and Lu Qing is just a fuse. But behind Lu Qing, many people are involved, and many people follow Lu Qing to test whether there is such a practice in Nirvana Temple. Therefore, that After the famous Buddhist cultivator suppressed Luqing, he used this technique to take the opportunity to make Nirvana Temple disappear, and also to make those sect masters who moved their minds forget about it. The classics exclusive to Nirvana Temple belong to Baxian The orthodoxy of Bodhisattva has been cut off, even if you want to re-inherit it, you don’t know how long you will have to wait? Wanfo Dynasty is one of the essences of Tathagata God’s Palm. If it disappears with the exercises of Nirvana Temple, it will become an incomplete product. Therefore, this wordless book has been handed down, and the current appearance of this Nirvana Temple is the only witness after the great war."

The more Wen Chunxiang heard it, the more weird he felt.

"Little monk, how do you know so clearly?" Wen Chunxiang asked suspiciously.

"Because Song Qing's master is the last descendant of Nirvana Temple." Xie Zhenghong smiled, "Senior, have you forgotten that elder who wanted to pick your flowers and make tea?"

How can you not remember?

I can't remember it any more clearly.

When Xie Zhenghong mentioned it, Wen Chunxiang's expression suddenly became a little ugly.

This unbearable memory has been buried deep in Wen Chunxiang's memory, and he will never recall it if nothing happens.

At that time, Song Qing worshiped a master who was elusive and elusive. His cultivation base was not very good, but he had a lot of things to do all day long.

Every time I see Wen Chunxiang, oh, back then Wen Chunxiang hadn't transformed into a successful form, it was just a pot of black peonies.It was rare that one day it recovered well and a small flower bud grew, which was almost picked by the monk.If Song Qing hadn't come back in time, Wen Chunxiang might have lived in the shadows for the rest of his life.

The next day, Wen Chunxiang's buds shrank back again, and did not dare to bloom for many years.

"It's here, senior, look." Xie Zhenghong pushed open the door with one hand, and blocked Wen Chunxiang with the other, and only put his hand down after the dust cleared away.

"Senior, it's over." Xie Zhenghong said with a smile.

A trace of sweetness rose in Wen Chunxiang's heart, "Little monk, just use a cleansing spell, and you don't have to stand in front of me."

"Senior taught me that I just forgot about it for a while." Xie Zhenghong replied.

"No, I didn't mean to blame you, it's good, it's good." Wen Chunxiang secretly scolded an idiot in his heart, unable to hear good or bad words.

Xie Zhenghong raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "I will definitely listen to what the seniors say."

Looking at the smile on Xie Zhenghong's face, Wen Chunxiang always felt that something was wrong, so he had to look away and look at the appearance in the door that Xie Zhenghong pushed open.

The inside is densely packed, and all of them are placed with ever-burning lamps!

"Here are the spiritual seats of the disciples who died after the battle at Nirvana Temple." Xie Zhenghong let go of Wen Chunxiang's hand, walked to these spiritual seats, and respectfully worshiped, "Amitabha."

A gust of wind blows.

All the long lights that had been extinguished were lit up in an instant, and the flames were arranged neatly.

Soon, bits and pieces of starlight floated in the air.

Xie Zhenghong straightened up, and the starlight fell on his hands, slowly turning into a jade slip.

"Senior, here you are." Xie Zhenghong turned around and handed the jade slip to Wen Chunxiang, "Wanfo Chaozong."

When Qi Yongyuan returned to the teacher's gate, the brothers and sisters came to express their condolences.

"Junior Brother, why did you suddenly disappear without saying a word? I wanted to contact you with a messenger talisman, but I couldn't get in touch." The person who spoke was Qi Yongyuan's second senior brother, who was also a casual cultivator before joining the sect, so The relationship with Qi Yongyuan is very good.

"Sorry, Second Senior Brother, something unexpected happened before. Fortunately, it's resolved now." Qi Yongyuan replied guiltily.

When the second senior brother contacted him, he was in the space of fellow daoist Xie Zhenghong, so he couldn't receive the second senior brother's message.

"Well, that's good. It happened that Master came to call you a few days ago, and I explained to Master for you. Later, you go to say hello to Master and the old man, and ask what's the matter?" The second senior brother saw Qi Yongyuan I don't want to say much, and I don't want to ask too much.

"Thank you Second Senior Brother, I'll go right away." Qi Yongyuan nodded.

His master Taichu Daoist is a master of talismans, and he also has dozens of disciples. Because Qi Yongyuan is the youngest and the latest to start, he is now everyone's junior brother, and the relationship with the brothers and sisters is not bad.In the early days, real people received many disciples, and they cared about the same for each disciple. They gave some talismans for self-defense, and sometimes they took time to give a lecture, and that was it.

The more advanced the cultivator is, the looser the discipline for the disciples will be.

In contrast, Daoist Taichu can be regarded as an extremely responsible master. Qi Yongyuan is used to laxity, and he is not used to too strict discipline, which is just right.

During this trip to the Little Demon Realm, both Qi Yongyuan and Zhu Ning really felt the lack of cultivation, and also understood why talisman masters and formation masters have high status in the cultivation world, but few monks are willing to focus on this profession.

When the cultivation base is lower, the talismans and formations can make them stand out, but at the later stage of cultivation, the weaknesses of the two are revealed.When it came to fighting, the weaknesses of the talisman masters and the formation masters were too obvious.

When Xie Zhenghong sent them back, he also told them about Shen Potian in detail.

Shen Potian is now a demon cultivator, but he is also an innate demon body. He can quickly become a cultivator at the stage of transforming gods by discarding the exercises. In comparison, he and Zhu Ning are extremely mediocre.On the way back, Qi Yongyuan had already made up his mind to study the talismans used for attacking. Apart from that, the focus of his practice was still more on his own cultivation.

No matter how good the talisman painting is, can it compare to my own cultivation?

Seeking the Tao, he shouldn't be too obsessed with the talisman and forget his original purpose.

"Disciple Qi Yongyuan, please see Master." Qi Yongyuan came to the cave and called softly.

The Dongfu of the real person in the early days is naturally not the usual appearance.

This mountain is densely covered with all kinds of runes, which itself is a huge talisman.The real person in the early days is also committed to using talismans in his practice. The doors, tables, and even all the futons in the cave are almost all made of talismans.

"Yongyuan is back, let's come in." The talisman in front of the cave door lit up, revealing a small opening that only accommodates one person to enter.

Qi Yongyuan smiled, went in through this opening, and in a blink of an eye, he was in front of Master Taichu.

"Disciple Qi Yongyuan, I have seen the master. The disciple was delayed by some matters before, and when I came back, I heard from the second senior brother, Master, you have something to do with the disciple, please ask the master to order."

The real person in the early days wore a pure white robe covered with various runes, which was very similar to Qi Yongyuan's.

He appeared to be about 45 years old, with a beard and a benign and genial look.

"It's not a big deal." Seeing Qi Yongyuan, Daoist Taichu couldn't help but startled, "Disciple, you seem to have gained something by going out this time, not bad."

"Master's eyes are like torches." Qi Yongyuan raised his head and replied with a smile, "I was always a little confused when I was studying talismans. Now that I go out for a trip, I can't help feeling a little bit in my heart. I just ask Master to forgive my sins and disciples."

"Oh, what's the matter, you might as well tell me and listen."

"Yes." Qi Yongyuan settled down, glanced at the decoration of the Daoist's cave in the early days, and said, "Master, the talisman is indeed extensive and profound. Even if we spend thousands of years, it is difficult to study it thoroughly. But we monks, after all The lifespan is limited, if you can't break through in time, if you are obsessed with the way of talismans, you may become a demonic obstacle, and it will be difficult for you to pass the tribulation smoothly. If you are stupid, you may not be able to concentrate on the way of talismans."

After hearing this, Master Taichu let out a long sigh.

Qi Yongyuan quickly knelt down, "Master, this disciple just expresses his feelings and has no other meaning."

"Get up." Master Taichu waved his hand, "You're right. I once had a friend who persuaded me about this matter. But as a teacher, I was obsessed with the way of talismans and couldn't extricate myself. Compared with the illusory ascension, I can study Talismans are what I like to do. Back then, my good friend was also a proud son of heaven. He devoted himself to cultivation and never bothered about foreign affairs. But he died under the catastrophe, but I can still study talismans here. The choice is, How can you explain it to outsiders? Everyone has their own preferences, and what you said is not wrong. On the contrary, you have such a self-motivated mind, and I feel very happy to be a teacher."

"Let the master worry."

"Nothing, it seems that you have encountered a lot during this trip." Taichu Daoist glanced at Qi Yongyuan's cassock, "The runes on it have not been damaged, it seems to be safe."

"Without the protection of my friends from back then, I'm afraid this disciple wouldn't be able to come back alive." Qi Yongyuan lowered his head slightly, "This disciple's cultivation base is low, and I'm ashamed of Master."

"Your talent is already considered outstanding." Taichu Daoist said with a smile, "If you are still ashamed, other monks may have to run away in shame. Cultivation is not a time to compete for a moment, and you can slowly reach it. In the end, it was already a big deal.”

"Master said so."

"When I was interrupted by you, I forgot the business instead." Daoist Taichu smiled, and took out a talisman from his sleeve, "This talisman was obtained by Master from a small world a few days ago, and it seems that there is a Buddhist scripture hidden in it." Secret method. Not long after, Abbot Xuanren of the Ming Zen sect held a Dharma conference in 500 years, and on the day when he opened the altar to preach, my teacher and Abbot Xuanren also had some friendship many years ago, so you bring this talisman with your senior sister Together, go to the Ming Zen School to present it to the master, and the right is a congratulatory gift."

"For such an important matter, I'm afraid the disciple..."

"Your other senior brothers and sisters are unwilling to listen to those Buddhist teachings. In addition, you have not formally met other people since you entered my sect. Ming Zen is well-known in several worlds around here. It’s good for you, go ahead and take it to find your elder sister later.” The real person in the beginning said with a smile.

"Yes, Master." Qi Yongyuan took the talisman, he felt refreshed for a while, and felt that the talisman was heavy, so he withdrew respectfully.

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After everyone exchanged pleasantries, they found that those who stayed were all people with real skills.

Master Chen thought about it, but he was ashamed to offend these well-known heroic mages, anyway, there were not many left, so he might as well let them go catch ghosts together.

A few people looked at me and I looked at you, and they all agreed.

After all, everyone is a bit famous, and no one is sure that they can beat Quanxiong.

"Then I'm going to trouble you, the masters. The place where the accident happened is in the backyard. The Jinguang Temple not far away has been invited to preside over the seal." Master Chen cupped his hands and said, "I invite you all to follow me."

"It turned out to be the abbot of Jinguang Temple?" The two monks looked adoring, "Please ask Master Chen to take us to have a look and admire the master's handwriting."

"It's easy to talk about." Master Chen seemed very proud that he was able to invite Jinguang Temple to host, and immediately led the people present to watch.

"Hey, who are you?" The female disciple of Mrs. Jingxuan couldn't help asking when she saw that Master Chen was following him, but not with Master Chen's family.

"This Mr. Zhang is a guest of the old man. He is very talented and does not believe in ghosts and gods. He came here to learn a lot." Master Chen helped to answer.

"Hee hee, then you must be careful, don't be intimidated when the time comes." The female disciple smiled.

Buddha replied with a funny smile.

"Here we are, it's right here." Master Chen pointed to a sealed courtyard with several talismans pasted on the gate.

"What a strong evil spirit!" A monk suddenly said seriously.

"Indeed." Another Taoist priest looked at his fly whisk with a stern expression on his face, "My whisk has a spirit. If I encounter any powerful monsters, I will remind you. Look!"

Everyone looked at the dust fly on the Taoist priest's hand, and sure enough, there was no wind, and it was half a finger away from the Taoist priest's arm, but it started to float automatically.

Master Chen's complexion was a bit bad, "Could it be that this talisman has failed? All masters, please help me!"

"Master Chen, don't worry." The female disciple pulled out a short sword out of nowhere, "This is a spiritual sword bestowed by my teacher, it's easy to kill demons."

Fozi silently watched these people lie without blushing.

If he hadn't been sure that there was nothing in it, he would almost have thought that he was not good at learning!