Aiming for the Immortal Path

Those sandalwood Buddhist beads are definitely of great origin!

At the same time, it also made him always very curious.

After all, it is undoubtedly a waste to have a treasure in your body and not be able to play its role.

Maybe today is an opportunity to learn more about the Buddhist beads?

Muttering secretly in his heart, Su Twelve looked at Zen Master Shanfa, but he seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and said with a flat mouth:

"Buddha beads? The prayer beads are now integrated into the puppet's body and are not driven by the junior at all. I'm afraid...the junior is full of ambition but not strong enough!"

Zen Master Shanfa looked unperturbed and continued: "It doesn't matter! Donor Su only needs to call out the puppet body, and the poor monk has his own way to borrow it."

"In that case, why not borrow it from senior!"

Su Twelve no longer refused and immediately agreed in one breath.

As soon as he finished speaking, he decisively raised his hand and took out the wooden puppet body in front of everyone.

After losing the demon elixir, the wooden puppet's body now only contains Buddhist beads to provide Buddhist energy for maintenance. As soon as he appeared, there was a vague scent of Buddhist aura and sandalwood wafting out.

The breath is weak, but it makes everyone who smells it feel particularly peaceful and peaceful.

A pair of sharp eyes quickly glanced at the wooden puppet body in front of Su Twelve, and each of them secretly sighed in their hearts at the mastery and power of puppetry.

But in just one breath, in the next second, everyone's eyes, including Su Twelve's, were all focused on Zen Master Shanfa.

Rather than being curious about the body of the wooden puppet, everyone wanted to know what Zen Master Shanfa was going to do next.

"Shanxian, come to me."

Zen Master Shanfa looked calm and composed, and turned to look at the young novice monk beside him.

At this moment, the latter's innocent, yet extremely smart eyes were wandering back and forth between Su Twelve and the ten-foot-tall wooden puppet.

You Xian's lovely face was full of curiosity, as if he was surprised. This

What exactly is the puppet body?

Hearing Zen Master Shanfa's voice, the little novice monk didn't say anything. He just nodded obediently, then supported the chair with both hands and jumped down from the chair he was sitting on with a "squeak" sound.

When he came to Zen Master Shanfa, the little novice raised his head and looked at the latter in confusion.

"Do you still remember the method I taught you?" Zen Master Shanfa asked with a smile.

The little novice reached out and scratched his head, looking thoughtful.

After hesitating for a moment, he turned around to face the puppet body in front of him, with his back to Zen Master Shanfa. Then he clasped his hands together and sat cross-legged on the ground.

"Amitabha!"

Zen Master Shanfa recited the name of the Buddha, raised his hand and took out a light yellow round bead the size of a dove egg, exuding a strong Buddhist aura.

At first glance, the round bead looks like a golden elixir, but if you look closely, it looks like a glazed spar. There is no trace of the golden elixir's unique pattern on it, which is completely different from the monk's golden elixir.

"Is this... the relic of a Buddhist master who is comparable to a giant in the Nascent Soul stage?"

"Relic? What is that?"

"It is said that a long time ago, the orthodox practice of Buddhism was very different from the practice of practitioners like us."

"Different? How different?"

"In the orthodox Buddhist cultivation method, there is no theory of golden elixir, but the cultivation of golden body."

"Golden body? It seems... I seem to have heard something about it."

"It's just that the method of Buddhist practice is inherently difficult. In addition, the Buddhist sect has gone through many tribulations, which has led to the loss of many practice methods. Then, when the Buddhist sect's inheritance was in crisis, there was a great master who learned the golden elixir and the great method of cultivating the Tao. Chang, integrated into the Buddhist teachings, and created the current Buddhist practice."

"That's right! In today's world of immortality, Buddha

The biggest difference between cultivation and Taoism is reflected in the golden elixir. The Taoist cultivator can overcome the calamity and condense the infant, while the Buddhist cultivator can overcome the calamity and use the power of thunder to temper the golden elixir and transform it into the relic. Could it be...that this is it? "

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Seeing the light yellow round ball in Zen Master Shanfa's hand, everyone in the hall immediately lowered their voices, communicated and analyzed in low voices.

Although the number of monks present is not that large, each one of them is the best among the powerful ones in the Golden Core stage.

In terms of ability and knowledge, Muyunzhou is second to none.

After a few words, the origin of the thing in Zen Master Shanfa's hand was already understood. Then he looked at the light yellow orb with more curiosity and passion.

The Buddhist monks who possess the relics were comparable to giants in the Nascent Soul stage during their lifetimes!

Listening to the voice coming from his ears, Su Twelve's thoughts turned secretly.

Relics?

Could it be that...the Buddhist beads that were driven into the wooden puppet's body were also Buddhist relics?

No...no, that sandalwood Buddha beads are completely different from this pale yellow relic, both in shape and aura.

It’s better to continue to wait and see what happens.

Calmly, Su Twelve silently memorized the useful information that everyone was talking about in his mind.

He didn't know anything about the secrets of the Buddhist sect and the relics before.

After doing this, Su Twelve continued to focus on Zen Master Shanfa.

At this time, Zen Master Shanfa's body was filled with Buddha energy.

Fo Yuanjia urged him, and the ball came out of his hand, hovering just above the head of the little novice monk.

A powerful yet mysterious force emitted from it, directly covering the little novice monk below.

In the blink of an eye, the little novice monk's body was filled with a faint holy golden light, and his figure slowly rose three feet into the air. He is obviously just a child, but

It presents a solemn and sacred image, like an enlightened monk.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, it was obvious that the powerful Buddha power was continuously infiltrating into the little novice's body among the relics in the air.

The little novice monk who originally had no breath began to have a rapid increase in the breath around his body.

In just one stick of incense, the young novice monk exuded a powerful aura comparable to that of a golden elixir stage monk.

The little guy's skin also seemed to be painted with a layer of gold paint, turning golden yellow, just like the golden body in the temple. But compared to the dead golden statues that were enshrined by others, they were more agile and looked extremely magical.

Seeing this scene, everyone didn't know that at this time, the young novice monk had already achieved a golden body, and he seemed to be a powerful man comparable to the golden elixir stage.

However, before everyone had time to be surprised.

He heard the little novice whimper, and a stream of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. Immediately, the aura around his body plummeted, and the golden color all over his body quickly faded away at a speed visible to the naked eye, returning to its original color.

And this is not a display of ease after the opponent's golden body has been completed, but is clearly a sign of a failed breakthrough and a sharp decline in cultivation.

Watching the changes in the little novice monk, Zen Master Shanfa's clear eyes showed no change at all.

It seemed that he was not surprised. Obviously, this scene was not the first to happen.

But this time, as his eyes rolled, he cast his gaze towards the wooden puppet body not far away in front of Su Twelve.

“Om mani bea mi hum!!!”

With his lips moving, Zen Master Shanfa recited a low-pitched Buddhist sutra.

The Buddha's voice was not loud, and it echoed in the hall, making everyone feel more peaceful and tranquil.

At the same time, he flicked his fingers and intertwined his hands quickly in the air.

Under the surging power of the Buddha, a series of Buddhist hand gestures flew out, and hundreds of palm-sized 'swastika' seals flew in the hall.