Becoming a God Starting from a Water Monkey

What do you mean?

Everyone calls him Xingyi Bo, but you are the only one special?

Liang Qu didn't know how to answer such a call for a while, and thought for a while: "Are you nameless? Just one yuan character?"

"Yes, I came from a poor family when I was young. I sold eight taels of rice for my parents to eat. Master took me into the mountain gate. After making a hexagram, he picked a single Yuan character for me. Lan Ji from Qintian Prison is my uncle."

Lan Jicai·

With his memory still fresh, Liang Qu felt that the entire Lou Guantai painting style seemed to be somewhat similar. Perhaps it was the same for Taoists. He practiced "Wan Sheng Bao Yuan" and could not directly deny the relationship.

When people are in the world, there is nothing wrong with having more connections.

"Louguantai Daozi also came to take the natal Buddha?"

In the Five True Traditions.

Xuankong Temple and Louguantai are two very special ones. They are completely different from the other three in terms of historical background. In theory, they should be similar.

"Nirvana without abiding is a wonder in the world and a rare ritual. Come and see it, but also try it."

One or two small talk.

Di Xian did not disturb him.

With empty eyes, observe the nose and mind, without disturbing external objects.

A few moments.

Yuan Zhiyan gave in.

Liang Qu looked back.

Abbot Di Xian pointed to the vortex in the palm of the Buddha's hand: "The six demons are different. How to overcome the pass? Lao Nadan warned one to be cautious, and the others did not have much advice. The donor calmed down and just stepped into the golden wheel. After taking it, he will also know how to overcome it. When the golden wheel comes out of the corresponding position, we will know the natal Buddha as soon as we look at the direction."

Lin Linzongzong told it all, and there was no confusion in my heart.

Liang Guangchang thanked him, took the lead, stepped into the golden wheel, and seemed to have walked into the Buddha's navel.

After that, there is Huakong Temple.

The remaining four people looked at each other and stepped into the vortex golden wheel according to their age.

If one person takes it, there will definitely be pressure in the face of records from the past and present, but the pressure will never be as great as that of several people trying to break through the barrier at the same time. Fortunately, the five of them are all followers of the same generation.

Waves of light surged.

All five people were submerged in the golden wheel.

Outside Fulong Temple, there are hundreds of thousands of people, all of whom are staring closely at the Golden Buddha. The Golden Buddha is thousands of feet tall and towers into the clouds. However, the entrance is located in the lower abdomen, half covered, and you can barely see it clearly.

"Hey, hey, hey, people are coming in, coming in!"

"I can't see clearly. I have eye-repairing skills. Do you have good eyesight?"

"I can see clearly. There should be six people who have entered. There seems to be a Taoist priest inside. It should be the Five Great True Traditions plus Xing Yibo?"

"I wonder what the six people will pick up." Xingyi Bo is the first person in Dashun. I wonder if he can touch the fundamental Buddha? "

"Open the market, open the market! Is it an Arhat, a Bodhisattva, or a Buddha! Come, come, anyone interested." The speculator's face turned red, but unexpectedly, he did not receive the response he expected, but instead received a bunch of angry looks.

"Donor, the pure place of Buddhism—"

The young novice monk bowed, and those in the crowd who shouted for the opening of the handicap immediately shouted.

Forgot the place.

"Don't blame me, little master! Don't blame me, little master!"

At the entrance of Xuankong Temple, Yang Dongxiong and others, who had been watching for a while, knew that there would be no results in a short time and it was useless to wait. They were led by the young novice to settle in the courtyard.

"Wait, why do you seem to have forgotten something? Are there fewer people?" Xu Zishuai stopped and looked around.

The others looked at each other and silently counted the number of people.

“One, two, two, three, four—” the little mirage dragon flicked its tail, “There are quite a few.”

Xiang Changsong also counted his disciples, Longren, Guan Congjian and his party: "There are indeed many."

Xu Zishuai looked around for a few times, but found no one missing, so he scratched his head.

"It's weird, it's just me being careless, let's go, let's go."

The young novice climbed up the stairs and continued to lead the way.

Buddha's palm.

Abbot Di Xian waited silently for a while, then turned and left.

Under the floating island, the boats on the river moved forward again, and more and more people rushed there. Around Fulong Temple alone, there were hundreds of thousands of outsiders. The local government simply did not have enough manpower, so monks were needed to help maintain order.

Somewhere by the river.

Clatter. Clatter.

The water splashed endlessly, creating ripples. Otter Kai grabbed Scarface's head and pushed it hard into the water. Seeing its struggle gradually getting smaller, it spread its fangs and looked up to the sky, laughing wildly. Suddenly, it looked out of the corner of its eye and discovered that it didn't know where it was. At that time, the stairs between Fulong Temple and Xuankong Temple were taken away.

Without stairs, how to go up?

In a daze.

A sharp claw reached out from the water, firmly grasped the hair on the otter's head, and pressed it back into the water when it was not prepared.

Plop!

Otter Kai fell into the water and was shocked.

Hateful scar face.

Fake death!

"call!"

Stepping into the golden wheel, Liang Qu felt a weightlessness all over his body, and he kept falling freely. He didn't see the ground for a long time. Looking around, it looked like a chaotic universe with bright stars, and his thoughts couldn't help but fall into thinking.

“The fundamental Buddha—

The so-called rituals can almost be regarded as artificial gods.

Using the remnants of the Heavenly Dragon and above powerful beings after their death, combined with the resentment and willpower of believers, it becomes a kind of "black box" that can achieve the intended purpose. It is unparalleled in horror, and even in certain aspects, it is stronger than the powerful beings during their lifetime!

The Ghost Mother of the Ghost Mother Cult is like this, and the cycle of death keeps going back and forth.

The same is true for Mahakala in the Snowy Mountains. It has even been inherited for a long time. It is more evil than the ghost mother. The evil feeling that makes the whole body want to crack and open the eyes is still fresh in my memory.

Liang Qu suspected that there was more than one ritual in the Snowy Mountains. There were dozens of thousands of years of foundation, and perhaps there was an entire divine system!

At that time, he destroyed the Haru Khan Gang and cut off the medium through which Mahakala affects reality, rather than breaking the sight itself.

I can really take in all the rituals and rituals of the Great Sun Tathagata as if they were nothing, and all the gods and goddesses would be as if they were dead!

Let him be strong and let him be strong, and the breeze blows on the hills.

How is the means of Ren Er and how the mechanism is special, all of them are invalid, and speaking with numerical value!

For Liang Qu, which is Jianghuai and Daxue Mountain, it is absolutely favorable and tailor -made. You do n’t have to worry about the mission of the same realm of the same realm. Maybe there will be strange effects.

Real protection!

Speaking of which, the Buddhist seemed to be the atheist, so the big sun Rulai restrained the cattle ghost and snake god?

"No shame."

Twenty -two entered into the elephant, the Buddhist and Taoist double cultivation, the talent is different, it is true to the side of the people's congress.

I don't know how long it falls.

The dawn wakes up like a big dream.

Boom.

Sound water.

The sound of water that washed by the Great River, as thunderous, rolled.

Open your eyes.

Liang Qu stands above the cliff, and under his body is the turbid sandy river, which impacked the canyon clushed and emitted the drag down thunder.

"What is this? Fantasy?"

Liang Qu frowned.

Far eyes.

He found that the river in the canyon roared rushed towards the village in the distance.

Liang Qu raised his hand to control the water consciously, but found that he was holding a "" with a muddy "" in his hand. He could have disappeared in the power of hundreds of millions of tons of water. Drown the villagers screaming in the village.

Struggling in the vortex of the women and children, the broken Hengmu smashed the head, screamed to stop, the water surface fainted with a pool of pink, and it was disappeared.

"Are you annoying?"

One of the five major harms of the magic is annoying. It is annoying and confusing. Most of them are all kinds of unreasonable emotions, or inexplicable and inexplicable. Or was it just a little bit of a little bit, but suddenly it was unreasonable.

In the troubled body, the rumors of the demon will make the pedestrian fear in various ways; or make him see all kinds of evil shapes,

Or hear all kinds of evil sounds and so on, which stops his practice.

Someone shouted in panic behind Liang Qu.

"" It's not good, another village was flooded!