Fantasy: Me! Start To Create Tianji Pavilion!

"All sentient beings in the world are Buddhas?!"

Su Yu's words are like a bolt from the blue.

Henghui was dumbfounded, like a petrified chicken, standing in place, speechless for a long time.

He kept chewing every word and every word that Su Yu said.

Gradually, he felt that the mist in front of him was slowly dissipating, and behind his head, a faint halo was slowly condensing.

"Oh, is this an epiphany?"

A flash of surprise flashed in Su Yu's eyes.

Mahayana Dharma's scripture Henghui hasn't seen it yet, so he has some feelings about it, and he is indeed the one chosen by the preacher.

"Pavilion Master Su, I..."

After a long time, Henghui came back to his senses, he had an epiphany, but he was still far from finding the right path.

He wanted to ask something more.

However, just as he spoke, Su Yu pointed at the center of his eyebrows.

"The secret of the secret cannot be revealed. When the time is right, I will find someone to give you a chance!"

Having said that, Henghui only felt that the vision of her eyes changed rapidly, disappearing in the Tianji Pavilion like a 10,000-year glance.

When Henghui came back to her senses again, she was already in a dilapidated thatched hut.

Hengyuan with thick eyebrows and fierce eyes sits not far away, closing his eyes and practicing.

"Brother?"

Henghui got up, glanced around, frowned slightly, "Where is this place?"

"Are you awake? How do you feel?"

Hengyuan opened his eyes, but when he heard Henghui's question, he didn't have a good airway:

"Where else can it be? Leiyin Temple!"

"You suddenly fainted. I took you back to the holy mountain, but was turned away. I can only take you back to Leiyin Temple!"

Hearing Hengyuan's mutter, Henghui smiled lightly: "Thank you, brother!"

He got up, walked outside, looked at the dilapidated temples around him, and recalled that he heard Mahayana Dharma in the Tianji Pavilion.

"Brother, I found own way!"

Henghui folded her hands together and said in a low voice.

"You must survive first, and then talk about cultivating Taoism!" Hengyuan still venomously.

"Brother, don't you go back to the holy mountain?"

Hengyuan curled his lips and said: "With your character, I am afraid that if you leave, you will die faster. When you die, I will return to the holy mountain!"

Hearing this, Henghui smiled, and walked to the courtyard under the long dead Bodhi Tree, sat down cross-legged, and said with a smile:

"Even if I'm going to disappoint my senior."

After that, he closed his eyes and started to insight.

Hengyuan rolled his eyes and planned to leave.

However, at this moment, he saw the Buddha's halo that suddenly lit up behind Henghui's head, and he froze in place.

"this……"

"Buddha light shines?"

"Isn't this a vision that only the Buddha of the Holy Mountain has? Junior brother, he..."

Hengyuan's eyes were dull, and his whole body was like petrified.

"Junior Brother fainted and died during this period, what happened on earth?"

...

When the breeze looked at the moon gate, Su Yu slowly opened his eyes.

Liu Ruoxi was already waiting in front of her, ready to set off at any time.

"Pavilion Master Su, during this trip to the Western Regions, if you want to snatch the treasure of Buddhism, will the Buddha the Great take action?"

Liu Ruoxi saw Su Yu open her eyes, took a step forward, and asked softly.

"will not!"

Su Yu said confidently.

"If you can't even get back the cut willow branches, then the matter of returning to the upper realm will need to be considered long-term!"

Liu Ruoxi frowned slightly, and after a moment he calmed down, her face solemnly said: "Ruoxi will live up to the expectations of Pavilion Master Su!"

Su Yu nodded and exhorted: "After everything is done, you go to Leiyin Temple in the Western Regions and look for a monk named Henghui, who will help spread the Mahayana Dharma!"

After Liu Ruoxi took it down, the cupped hands bid farewell and turned and walked into the void.

Looking at Liu Ruoxi's back, Su Yu raised his mouth slightly and closed his eyes again.

This time, the Western Regions are afraid that a big storm will be set off.

...

Western Regions, Holy Mountain.

In the Daxiong Hall, several old monks dressed in Kasaya gathered together and were silent, making the already solemn Great Hall even more solemn.

"The Arhat has gone to the east to explore, and has not returned yet, and has completely lost contact with him!"

"The strongest person in the East is no more than the middle stage of the supreme realm. With the strength of loving Arhats, even if they are defeated, they will not die!"

"There is definite news. In addition to the love Arhat who fell that day, Prince Gong from the Imperial Palace, Venerable from the Hall of Haunts!"

"None of the three middle stage powerhouses in the supreme realm survived!"

Speaking of this, several people fell silent again.

"Dongfang, is there a quasi emperor born?"

"No, it is said that it was the pavilion master of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion who made the move, and with just one palm, he killed the three supreme realm powerhouses!"

"Tianji Pavilion? Is it a subordinate of Zhongzhou Tianji Hall?"

Several people glanced at each other, their brows frowned.

The reputation of the Palace of Heavenly Secrets is quite resounding in the Xianfan Continent, and no one wants to provoke the Palace of Heavenly Secrets with a little insight into the secrets of heaven.

"Whether it is or not, to kill my Buddhism Arhat requires an explanation!"

The headed old monk took a deep breath and said solemnly.

It was not an ordinary Buddhist monk who died, but an Arhat!

If Buddhism just swallows this breath, how will it gain a foothold in Xianfan Continent in the future?

"Check it now!"

The old monk sternly ordered.

However, at this moment, there was a sudden wave of pressure over the holy mountain.

Immediately afterwards, a beautiful figure walked out of the void crack, and the terrifying aura swept out, making it impossible to look directly at it, and the entire holy mountain seemed to be trembling slightly.

Feeling this breath, several old monks were surprised, and they all looked up, their expressions moved.

"Who is that? With such an astonishing aura, is it because the people from the Palace of Heavenly Secrets have asked for peace?"

"Impossible, with the arrogance of the Palace of Heavenly Secrets, they will not bow their heads personally."

The headed old monk looked at Liu Ruoxi's figure in midair, stepped out and came to her.

"Donor, wantonly release your breath on my Buddhist holy mountain, I'm afraid it's wrong!"

The old monk lightly held the stick in his hand, and countless Buddhist texts burst out of the holy mountain, suppressing Liu Ruoxi's breath.

"Where is the abbot of Buddhism?"

Liu Ruoxi scanned the old monk with beautiful eyes, her face blank, and she spoke lightly.

"The abbot has something to go out, Lao Na is the head of the Disciplinary Academy. What's the matter with the female donor?"

The old monk folded his hands together and declared himself.

"Head of the Discipline Academy?" Liu Ruoxi was slightly shocked.

"I came today to get something back."

"take something?"

Du Yuan frowned slightly, "I don't know what it is?"

"Yujing bottle!" Liu Ruoxi said lightly.

Hearing that, Du Yuan's complexion changed and gradually became gloomy and cold.

The jade bottle is the treasure of Buddhism's quasi emperor, and it is the treasure left by an ancient Bodhisattva.

Where is this to fetch things, it is obviously to grab!

Du Yuan folded his hands together, the Zen stick in his hand burst out with radiant light, and he shouted coldly: "Donor, if you leave by yourself, Lao Na will not happen today!"

"If so, today's Buddhism holy mountain is your place to drink hate!"

Seems to have known the attitude of Buddhism a long time ago, Liu Ruoxi was too lazy to talk nonsense, she bit her fingertips and forced a drop of Blood Essence to write a rune that did not belong to this world.

The next moment, in the Forbidden Area of ​​the Buddhism Holy Mountain, a dazzling green beam of light suddenly lit up and plunged into the sky...

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