History’s Strongest Senior Brother

The West Bliss Pure Land Center is a Buddhist temple, with lights lit up and colorful halo.

On the burning lamp, the ancient Buddha arrived here, and turned to the Baozha for ten.

Here, it is the land of the pure land of Western bliss, the place where the Amitabha Buddha, one of the two ancestors of Buddhism, lived.

For the pleading of the ancient Buddha on the burning lamp, there was no sound coming out of Baochao. Only a twelve-petal blue lotus stand flew out and fell in front of the ancient Buddha on the burning lamp.

"I am compassionate." The ancient Buddha thanked the lamp and boarded the twelve-petal Qinglian.

Liantai took him out of the pure land of Western bliss, and went to the endless voids outside the area, and then began to rise again, as if to go to another place that was more "high" than the endless void outside the domain.

On the burning lamp, the ancient Buddha sat on the twelve-petal Qinglian, quiet and silent, and his mind fluttered.

When he was shattered, he also walked the same "road" to the same destination, but this time, the things to do were different.

The blue lotus platform carries the ancient Buddha "high rise" on the burning lamp, and gradually approaches a place.

Where the position is difficult to determine, the trace is hard to find, just like a illusory fairy world, wonderful.

"The old people are visiting, I don't know if the Xuan Dudao friends are there?"

In a few moments, the lamp was lit up in front of the ancient Buddha, and the fairyland suddenly appeared in front of his eyes and was already introduced.

Among them, the flowers are densely covered with grass, and the birds and beasts are everywhere.

In the Zhilan Fei Waterfall, there is an ordinary palace.

On the door of the palace, there is a plaque on the door. The three words of the book "The Pocket Palace" seem to be unremarkable, but the Tao is full of fun. The more people who are high-educated, the more they can understand the infinite mystery.

A boy stood at the door of the temple and gave a tribute to the ancient Buddha on the burning lamp: "The young master is in the side of the temple, and the ancient Buddha is asked to go to the Syrian."

"Good." On the burning lamp, the ancient Buddha nodded, and went down to Qinglianliantai, and entered the palace with the child.

In a partial hall, there is already someone sitting on the futon, it is the great power of the Taiqing dynasty, the Xuan Du Master.

The two sides became familiar with each other as early as the ancient times and often deal with each other.

In the era of this era, there was a bit of friction.

However, the ancient Buddha seems to have completely forgotten the things that were destroyed when he was destroyed. He looked calm and slightly nostalgic and said: "I have never been to the palace for a long time, and the old king is innocent?

He took the futon and took the futon, placed it in front of the Xuan Du Master, and then sat down with the Xuan Du Master.

Master Xuandu did not mention much about the past, and faintly said: "The great master is naturally innocent, the poor road is not a weapon, and he has to live a mixed life."

"Xuan Duo Daoyou has been modest." The ancient Buddha smiled on the burning lamp: "You have made a sneak peek, and you are shocked by the silence. You can see the true chapter in the plain, and you will find that the old man has a good taste. It is farther away than many people. Higher, the owed is only a few chances."

In the perfect Buddha light above his head, a brocade box emerged.

On the burning lamp, the ancient Buddha took out the brocade box and placed it on the ground, pushing it to the place where the Xuan Du Master was at your fingertips.

"It’s just that I have occasional income in the past few years, or I can help my friends."

Xuan Duan Master looked at the box, his eyelids moved a little, and he reached for the box and opened the box.

Baoguang hits the face and reflects the face of the Master of Xuan Du.

The Xuan Du Archmage did not change, but temporarily silenced.

After a while, he took a copper bell and swayed gently.

Immediately, there is a child who comes in to the temple: "What is the command of the little master?"

"If the Grand Master does not order, you will go to the baby stored in the A Pavilion." Xuan Duan Master said.

The Taoist boy retreated, and the Xuan Du Master closed the box and re-placed it on the ground in front of him.

The ancient Buddha smiled on the burning lamp and did not take back the brocade box.

In the temple, I fell silent.

After a while, Dao Tong came back with a raft and sent it to the Xuan Duan Master: "The Grand Master did not order."

The ancient Buddha smiles on the burning lamp: "Thank you for Laojun, thank you for your friendship."

Master Xuandu took over the raft and handed the lamp to the ancient Buddha: "The poor road is not thankful."

"Then, I will leave here, and I will not send any of my friends." The old Buddha smiles on the burning lamp. He receives the raft, leaves the box, and gets up and leaves.

On the way out of the palace, the ancient Buddha’s footsteps suddenly slowed down and asked: “Don’t ask the Xuan Dudao friends, but the people who went to the Yuxu Palace, but the Houdao friends?”

Xuan Du Master calmly replied: "Not bad."

"After that, the earth-soul friends threw them out and attracted the eyes of all of us. Is it her own, or does she have to go to the palace?" The ancient Buddha whispered on the burning lamp: "I don't know if I can tell you?"

Master Xuan Du said: "From this palace."

On the burning lamp, the ancient Buddha was thoughtful, no longer questioned, and left without saying goodbye. After leaving the palace, he re-boarded the twelve-petal Qinglian and left the place.

After the ancient Buddha left on the burning lamp, in the partial hall, the Xuandu Archmage quietly looked at the box on the ground.

On the opposite side of the futon, there was one more person, but it was a gentle and graceful, gentle and heavy woman.

The change in the image of the women’s clothing has changed.

Fan Yunguan, hydration suit, waist bundle silk, feet and hemp shoes, is Yang Yi Yang Erlang.

“Have you seen the land pressure? What is the result?” asked the Master Xuandu.

Yang Lan replied: "He is tempted and should be able to do it."

Xuan Duan Master nodded: "He needs to exist in the jade glazed lamp, the kind of ignoring the demon spirit, borrowing the magic of C fire to complete his plan, one step will be in place, in addition, he is holding the piano, can not Guaranteed perfection, after all, he is not sure that the genius of this generation of C fire is in Chenshan Xinghai."

"Taiwan demon, the ancients into the road, the ancient Buddha, and then to the ancient magic, and four, he will be full, I do not know what his last chance is." Yang Hao turned to the box on the ground: " But with this treasure, Xuan Du Shi Shu is not slower than him?"

In the pocket palace for many years, Yang Lan gradually became aware of the uncle who was consistently low-key and did not show the mountains.

As the ancient Buddha said on the burning lamp, the good warriors did not have the merits, and the Xuan Duan Master saw the true chapter in the plain, which was quite true.

Perhaps fighting with people, not as good as Ziwei, but also inferior to Qitian Dasheng and others, but Xuan Du’s Dafa’s Taoist method is more difficult from a certain point of view.

"It’s still early." Xuan Du’s Master also looked at the box on the ground: “The lights are lighter than ours. When the ancient times and the Middle Ages met, they joined the lights from the Yuxu Palace and the Eight Kings Palace. Ready, but still not waiting until now, we are caught up? I know that we will not follow his footsteps and empty."

"I don't know how to burn the ancient Buddha on the lamp, what do you want to exchange from the pocket palace?" Yang Hao asked.

The Xuan Du Archmage said slowly: "He changed the relics left by Buddha in the past."