Beast Blood Panlong

When Sanbao walked into the main hall and saw the only Buddha statue inside, he was instantly stunned by the sight in front of him.

There is a Buddha statue several meters high at the back of the main hall. The Buddha statue is made of ancient bronze. Due to age, the whole body has turned black. There are even a few spider silks hidden in the wrinkles due to lack of cleaning.

But when Sanbao saw the face of the Buddha statue clearly, he was still surprised or frightened by it.

The head of the Buddha statue is very familiar to the Three Jewels. It is the Guanyin Bodhisattva that people worshiped the most and was the most popular in his previous life.

Even if this Buddha statue is not Guanyin, it is at least nine points similar to Guanyin. When the Three Jewels first saw it, they thought of this compassionate Bodhisattva who saves suffering.

"Why is there Guanyin here?" Sanbao couldn't help but muttered to himself.

As soon as the words of the Three Treasures were finished, the haggard old monk who was sitting motionless beside the Buddha statue suddenly opened his eyes.

Suddenly, a gaze like a sword light shot deeply into San Bao.

When their eyes met, Sanbao couldn't help but shake, and his face instantly turned pale.

He thought to himself: "This person has such a strong soul power!"

You must know that soul power has always been one of the talents of the Three Treasures. Compared with ordinary spiritual practitioners of the same level, the soul power of the Three Treasures is at least more than twice as strong. And this old monk who seems to have half-stepped into the grave actually has more than

The Three Treasures have even stronger soul power by several times or even several times. This makes the Three Treasures not surprised.

"This donor, what did you just say?" The old man's light flashed away, and then an extremely peaceful and elegant voice came out.

I was just shocked by the old man's gaze just now. How dare San Bao show even the slightest contempt. Before that, I didn't even realize that the other person was a high-level spiritual cultivator. Thinking of this, San Bao suddenly felt a chill on his back.

"I didn't say anything. It's just that this Buddha statue is somewhat similar to a Buddha statue in my hometown. It looks familiar!" Sanbao bowed to the old man and then said.

"So you have seen this Buddha statue before? But I don't know where the donor was from?" The old man nodded and continued to ask.

"This, you must have seen it before! But I was born in an unknown place, and your predecessors may not have heard of it!" Sanbao hesitated for a moment, but nodded. I often saw the statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva in my previous life.

Seeing that San Bao seemed unwilling to reveal his origin, the old man did not reply. He just slowly stood up and looked at San Bao up and down with shining eyes.

It wasn't until the old monk stood up that Sanbao realized that the old monk was extremely tall, over two meters tall, with long and thin hands and feet. His hands were hanging down, just above his knees.

The more the old monk looked, the brighter his eyes became. Finally, he walked around the Three Treasures twice and kept nodding, which made the Three Treasures a little at a loss.

I don’t know what the old monk is thinking. While being surrounded by the old monk, the spiritual power of Sanbao’s whole body is also quietly circulating. If the other party has any malicious intentions, he can always fight back.

Guo'er didn't feel anything wrong with the atmosphere at all. After entering the temple, she knelt down alone in front of the Buddha statue with her eyes closed and prayed.

Fortunately, the old monk did not do anything detrimental to the Three Treasures. After walking around the Three Treasures twice, he slowly returned to sit on the bed next to the altar table. After a long time, he said:

"This Buddha statue is the Lord Shiyin Buddha enshrined in our Qingliang Temple for generations. Although there are occasional rumors, it is rare. Since the young master has seen the appearance of the Lord Buddha, I think it has a close relationship with our temple. I see that the young master is extremely talented.

, the aura of the dragon and the roc can be seen all over the body, making him an excellent candidate for practicing Buddhism. It just so happens that I have no disciples. I wonder if you would like to worship me as your teacher and become the ninth generation guardian of Qingliang?"

"Old man, are you kidding me? Do you know my friend's cultivation level? Do you have the ability to be his master?" Guo'er, who had just finished worshiping the Buddha statue, heard that the old man wanted to accept the Three Treasures as his disciple, so he stepped forward.

, asked with a smile.

"Of course, the old man has a clear eye. If my guess is correct, the cultivation level should be that of a one-star spirit emperor. However, your inner elixir is much more condensed than that of an ordinary spirit emperor. It is a double inner elixir, and its cultivation level is comparable to that of a spiritual emperor."

At the pinnacle of the Emperor, and the benefactor is of the dual elements of gold and fire, if he can master one or two high-level spiritual skills, I am afraid there will be no rival among the Spirit Emperors! I wonder if what I said is right?"

After the old monk finished speaking, the two of them looked at each other. Before that, Sanbao had not shown any of his cultivation skills. Unexpectedly, the old monk saw him clearly at a glance.

"If you can see your own cultivation level at a glance, and can even sense the spiritual power of your cultivation, this person is definitely a spiritual powerhouse!"

If before this, Sanbao only suspected that the old man was an ordinary spiritual practitioner with a particularly heaven-defying soul, then at this time, Sanbao had no doubts in his mind, and the other party was definitely a powerful spiritual master.

I just didn't expect to see a spiritual master in this remote ancient temple. It was really unimaginable.

You must know that even in super empires such as Golden Crow and Wild God, Lingxuan is a top-notch existence. Ordinary people may never see a strong Lingxuan in their lifetime.

I didn't expect that such a powerful person could be seen in this small temple that looks like a deserted mountain.

Although the other party is a powerful Lingxuan man, he wants Sanbao to stay in this small mountain temple and become a monk. Sanbao will agree to it. Not to mention that his earthly fate is unfinished, Tianlan himself must go.

Thinking of this, Sanbao clasped his palms towards the old monk again, and then said: "Old monk, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you. Luo is just passing by here and has many important things to do. I'm afraid I won't be able to do what you want.

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"It doesn't matter. Since the donor is unwilling, I can only say that the fate between you and me is not enough. If there is a chance, you and I will still meet each other!"

Although the old monk was slightly surprised by San Bao's rejection, he did not mean to embarrass him in any way. He just said a few words to San Bao lightly, then closed his eyes and knocked on the wooden fish on the table, ignoring the two of them.

Only then did Sanbao feel relieved, and then took Guoer and left.

Going down to the foot of the mountain, Sanbao found that he was soaked all over. Guo'er seemed puzzled and asked softly along the way: "Sambo, what kind of cultivation level does the old monk have? Why are you so scared?"

"I'm afraid it's a Lingxuan monk. If he uses force, I'm afraid it will be difficult for both of you and me to step out of the temple. Do you think I can't be scared?" Sanbao replied with lingering fear.

"I think you are making a fuss out of a molehill. I see that the old monk is kind-hearted and very kind. Besides, becoming a master and accepting a disciple is a matter of mutual consent, and there is no reason to force it!" Guo'er teased.

"Well, it seems that's the case now, otherwise we really wouldn't know how to escape!" Sanbao nodded.

The two of them walked all the way over the mountains and ridges, and after returning to the house, the old monk's last words kept lingering in Sanbao's heart, as if they had infinite magic power and could not be removed no matter what.

"It doesn't matter. Since the donor is unwilling, I can only say that you and I don't have enough fate. If there is a chance, you and I will still meet each other!"

"Go, or not?" As the bells from Qingliang Temple gradually dissipated, Sanbao walked back and forth beside the small tripod.

"Forget it, with the other party's spiritual body, if something really happens, I can't solve it, that's all!" Sanbao finally convinced himself and sat cross-legged on the ground again, but no matter what, he could no longer practice quietly.

"Hey! There's no harm in going and taking a look!"

After hesitating for nearly half an hour, Sanbao decided to go to Qingliang Temple to have a look. Otherwise, he would feel uneasy and leave his inner demons behind. Even if he practiced cultivation, he would not achieve the best results.

Two-quarters of an hour later, when the Three Treasures appeared in front of the ancient Qingliang Temple, three golden characters "Qingliang Temple" full of vicissitudes of life were still hanging above the temple's two mottled iron doors.

Um.

Seeing that the temple door was not damaged at all, Sanbao breathed a sigh of relief, gently pushed open the half-open iron door, and then slowly stepped into the temple.

In front of the main hall, a young sweeping monk was sweeping the dead leaves in the temple with his head down. When he saw Sanbao coming in, he just raised his head, and then continued to sweep the floor as if he had disappeared.

Did nothing happen? There was clearly a long sound of bells just now?

"Little Master, what happened to the temple bell just now? Is there something unexpected happening in the temple?" Sanbao asked with his palms clasped together.

"What bell? Today is not the first or fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year, where did the bell come from? There are some changes. My junior brother went down the mountain to buy food, but everything else is the same as before." The sweeping monk was slightly surprised. After he raised his head and finished speaking, he lowered his head and continued.

sweep the floor.

"What? No bell?"

Sanbao was stunned. From the expression of the sweeping monk, it was clear that nothing had happened, but he could hear the bell just now clearly. What on earth was going on? Before he came out, he forgot to ask Guoer, was he alone?

Can you hear it?

"Forget it, let's go back first!"

"Donor, since you are here, why don't you come and sit in the hall!" Just as Sanbao was about to turn around and leave, the voice of the old monk in the hall sounded faintly.

Entering the only simple hall of Qingliang Temple, the old monk Lingxuan was looking at Sanbao with a smile on his face. When he saw Sanbao coming in, he asked Sanbao to sit down on the bed opposite him. When Sanbao sat cross-legged, the old monk slowly said: "

Why is the donor here today? I see you seem to be anxious on your face, is there something difficult?"

"Just now I heard the continuous sound of bells in the temple at home, which seemed to have happened, so I came to take a look, but I didn't expect it to be my imagination." Sanbao could only tell the truth.

"It turns out that this happened. It seems that the donor and the Buddha do have some mortal connection. Since you came here deliberately today, it shows that you are very sincere. To show your sincerity, I taught you a Buddhist technique of seeing spirits, which is also called Buddha.

The light of the eye, this technique is not very useful, but it can easily see through other people's cultivation and spiritual power. Please note it carefully..."

A few hours later, under the darkness of night, Sanbao left Qingliang Temple lightly.

No wonder the old monk saw through his own cultivation at a glance that day. It turned out that he had practiced this spiritual skill. As the spiritual power in his body circulated according to a special trajectory, traces of spiritual power gradually gathered in his eyes. When he lowered his head, he looked

, Sanbao found that his whole body was actually glowing with a layer of dark golden aura, which was exactly the hue of the spiritual power of gold and fire.

Taking a closer look, there are two swirling clouds in the shape of a sea of ​​mist inside the Dantian. Although they cannot be seen clearly, it can be easily seen that they are caused by the two inner elixirs.