Mysterious World Tour

After surviving a disaster and being saved by Tan Mo, Zhang Mang has already regarded Buddhism as his lifelong belief. So when he heard the Buddha's instructions, he even lost his first bit of rationality.

Tan Mo then asked Zhang Mang to go to the dilapidated temple where they met, and asked him to renovate the dilapidated temple and reshape the golden body of the Buddha statue inside.

Then, Tan Mo gave Zhang Mang a Buddhist scripture.

That is what he sorted out from the pagoda of Tianlong Temple. Like the Cicada Shell Sutra, it can be practiced without the spiritual roots and talents inherited by blood.

And in the place of practice, it will not show any supernatural powers, and you will feel that your mind is getting clearer and clearer.

Only by breaking through the shackles and entering the Six Imperial Realms can you show your holiness in front of people.

Just like Tan Mo did at the beginning.

Tan Mo sorted out six Buddhist scriptures that can be practiced without spiritual roots and talents. He passed them to Zhang Mang. In his opinion, the most likely to let people enter the Six Imperial Realms.

Therefore, Tan Mo was considered to be enlightened, and only in Mahakala, the conditions for cultivation were so harsh.

That may be related to Mahakala's spiritual energy.

Zhang Mang kowtowed a few more times, then stood up and left quickly.

After Zhai Mang left, Tan Mo dispersed his magical powers and turned into a small man the size of a palm.

To maintain the Vajra Dharmakaya of the Earth King, it would consume a lot of spiritual energy. Although Tan Mo could bear it, the quality of the spiritual energy in that world was too low, and it would be a big trouble to recover.

Tan Mo had asked Jia, like Jia, once he used too much spiritual energy, he would have to spend ten days or half a month to adjust his breath and recover.

Walking on a branch, Tan Mo practiced for a while to make up for the lost spiritual energy, but he didn't see Jia coming back, so he ran back to the rock and waited.

When it was dawn the next day, Tan Mo saw Jia flying back with a seven-foot-long golden centipede in his mouth. After landing, he threw the centipede on the ground and stepped on it with one claw.

Suddenly, the seven-foot golden centipede trembled twice, and then the whole body glowed with light, and it turned into a young monk.

His face was somewhat similar to Fashan, but also a bit like the former Wufa.

"Sister, let's talk nicely, don't move your feet." As soon as the young monk opened his mouth, Tan Mo knew that he was Fashan. It seemed that his facial changes must be the soul of Wufa completely occupying that body.

"No."

Jia's voice transmission appeared.

While she was answering Fashan, she also appeared in Tan Mo's mind.

Tan Mo said nothing.

Listening to the quarrel between the two fellow disciples, Jia found that Fashan had escaped again when she woke up the next month.

She asked to chase him.

Tan Mo agreed, and expressed his willingness to accompany her to find Fashan.

Jia was very happy.

Tan Mo was also very happy. He could continue to observe the every move of the stone lion openly, so as to pave the way for the next month's divine foot.

If he didn't have the ability to travel by foot, why did he stay with Jia all the time?

In the next month, Jia had been looking for Fashan. It was easy to find him at first, but Fashan could easily slip away. Then, slowly, after a year, it became increasingly difficult to find Fashan. And every time he found Fashan's trace, Tan Mo would find a layer of "centipede skin" nearby.

Yes, Fashan was a centipede, and he was actually shedding his skin.

Tan Mo clearly felt that Fashan was transforming.

And the information about the transformation was left behind by Fashan on purpose.

Fashan was having fun looking for him.

Just like a cat playing with a cat toy.

Tan Mo was always observing Jia's every move. He didn't gain much in the first year. But because he had experienced a lot during that time and gained a lot of insights, after absorbing some of the Buddha's power left behind by the Rakshasa woman, his cultivation naturally broke through to the fifth level of the Six Imperial Guards.

There are two levels in the East Realm, three, four, and five in the Middle Realm, and three levels in the Liquid Realm.

If Tan Mo goes one step further, he can enter the Six Imperial Realms.

That made Tan Mo feel that the world is impermanent. Before he knew it, he had been away from Mahakala for so long. He began to miss Yuezi, who lived in the Lotus Temple, and a certain poor student who would constantly act silly when he was with him.

Tan Mo had to admit that his mortal heart had already moved.

His body was that of a nine-year-old novice monk, but his soul was more than that age.

Maybe it was just a good impression, and he didn't like her at all, but after getting along for a long time, he was undoubtedly the happiest with the little princess, and he could also let go of all his defenses.

"I want to go back to Mahakala, I really want to..." Tan Mo sighed and remained silent.

A year has passed, and I don't know how the little princess is doing now, and whether she has forgotten him. After the Three-Life Stone appeared that time, it never appeared again that year, so Tan Mo wanted to hear the little princess shut up but couldn't.

However, Tan Mo didn't know where the teleportation array of this world was until today.

After a year, he relied on his close relationship with Jia and asked Jia specifically. It turned out that the stupid lion didn't even know what a teleportation array was.

Then Tan Mo asked her how to leave that world.

She said at that time: It's okay to be stabbed once, and if it doesn't kill you, you can stab it again.

From then on, Tan Mo gave up asking questions about the world, and he didn't hold out hope, even if Jia promised to help him find out where the teleportation array was.

Because she was playing hide-and-seek with Fashan.

Jia had no concept of time at all, probably because she had lived too long. She didn't feel the passing of a year at all.

Very quickly, the second year passed.

Tan Mo entered the realm of Liuyu as he wished, but he also fell into a bottleneck. It was difficult for Tan Mo to feel anything after observing the mighty power of natural celestial phenomena.

Tan Mo also gained something else. He had a vague feeling about the divine foot.

When walking with both legs, the speed would increase unconsciously, and even the figure would be a little erratic, as if walking on water.

In that year, Fashan began to become more and more difficult to find.

It seems that Fashan's transformation has also reached the beginning.

Unknowingly, the third year passed.

It snowed heavily in the winter of that year.

The Song Dynasty in this world was also completely in chaos. The rebel kings in the east of the sky rose up everywhere, just like the Qing court of Mahakala, but there were not so many ominous kings and so many unrestricted areas.

Bu Luo also proved the saying that there are many evil spirits in troubled times. There were not many evil spirits in this world, at least not as many as Mahakala. But as the Song Dynasty came to an end, demons appeared one after another, making Tan Mo almost think that he had returned to Mahakala.

With his feet on the snow, Tan Mo did not sink, but floated on the snow.

Tan Mo, who was already eleven years old, stretched his legs and pointed forward, saying: "Xiao Jia, this is the centipede's molting skin, the forty-seventh."

"Got it, Xiao Ming."

Although he had heard her call him many times, Tan Mo couldn't help but twitch his mouth. I don't know when, Jiacuo changed his name, and then Tan Mo gritted his teeth and called him the stupid lion Xiao Jia.

After a moment of deep thought, Bu Luo Narangjia announced with great joy that she and Tan Mo were the same "Li" and would become a "small clan" from now on.

It was also fortunate that Tan Mo had facial paralysis, otherwise Tan Mo could not imagine how wonderful her facial expression would be at that time.