Ten Years After Chopping Wood, I'm Invincible

Master Nemo took out a wooden fish, threw it on the ground, and suddenly burst out ten thousand rays of golden light. Countless golden rays condensed into an endless desert, and the golden rays condensed into a fiery sun hanging in the air, scorching the desert.

"If anyone can pass through the ascetic formation in this mustard seed safely, it means that his Buddha nature is firm, and he is expected to become an eminent monk in Buddhism in the future. Erosion, there will be no further breakthroughs in this lifetime." Master Nemo said sullenly.

The people around them exclaimed in surprise. Many people have not seen this kind of mustard seed before, and they only feel that it is very miraculous.

"Sumi mustard is like this, it's really eye-opening."

"Yeah! It seems that Buddhism in the Western Regions is really not simple, and there is such an immortal method. If you can worship Buddhism in the Western Regions, it might not be a fortunate thing."

"Unfortunately, Buddhism in the Western Regions also attaches great importance to the talent of monks. If you don't have talent, you can only become a believer in Buddhism in the Western Regions, but you cannot join it and become a member of Buddhism."

"This time, the Zen Forest Temple may be in trouble. The Western Regions Buddhism has come up with the means of lore, and is ready to win at this level."

"Yes! Yes! Although Master Shikong has become a first-rank powerhouse, it may still be extremely difficult for other monks of Zen Forest Temple to pass this level."

"It is said that this mustard seed will suppress people's strength, making it impossible for people to fly in it, and to resist the scorching heat around them. Who can pass through this endless desert?"

"I don't know which eminent monk can do this."

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Master Nemo continued: "Anyone below the fourth rank can enter, but only two people can enter at a time. Jingwu, you go first."

"Yes!" A monk replied, strode out, and then flew into the desert of Sumeru mustard.

This Jingwu is the monk who hit the giant wooden fish just now and competed with the bronze bell of Zenlin Temple.

On the side of Zenlin Temple, Master Dukong also walked out and flew directly into the desert.

The monk Jingwu began to move forward in the desert, with a very fast speed and great strides.

Master Dukong followed closely behind, unhurriedly following.

The people around held their breaths, looking nervously at the pictures in Xumi Mustard, wondering who could safely pass through the desert.

Monk Jingwu and Master Dukong both walked very fast at first, but then sweat gradually appeared on their foreheads, and they were sweating profusely from the hot desert, and their speed gradually slowed down.

The desert is endless, and Xumi mustard is also switching the screen, following the process of two people walking.

At this time, the sky suddenly darkened, and a powerful sandstorm broke out in the distance. Countless sandstorms swept across the sky and rushed towards the two monks, shrouding the two of them in an instant. The sandstorm lasted for half an hour before it stopped. down.

The place where the two of them stood just now was buried in sand.

After a long time, they saw two people crawling out of the dust in a mess, with their gray faces and their bald heads covered with sand.

"Amitabha!" Monk Jingwu recited a Buddha's name and moved on.

Master Dukong also slowly followed behind. In front of me is the extremely hot dust and sand, and when I step on the desert, I feel like I'm going to be cooked.

Next, the two monks experienced more than a dozen sandstorms, both looking exhausted, thirsty, and cracked lips.

Even if they were Rank 4 masters, they couldn't stand the scorching heat.

Next, another sandstorm swept through, and Master Du Kong flew out of the Sumeru mustard seed, fell to the ground with a bang, and passed out in a coma.

Failed! Master Dukong has failed!

The monk Jingwu, however, continued to move forward after the sandstorm, and it seemed that he was not affected much.

"Senior Brother Du Kong failed, let me try it." A tall monk said from the Zenlin Temple side, and then stepped into the desert of Sumeru mustard seeds.

He started from scratch. Master Nemo waved his hand and switched the screen to reveal his figure.

This monk started walking fast, but gradually became slower and slower. After more than a dozen sandstorms were buried, he was exhausted and moved with difficulty.

The monk Jingwu was still moving slowly, as if he would never end, but he continued to grit his teeth and persist.

This ascetic formation is worthy of asceticism. It has experienced the burial of sandstorms, the scorching heat, and tempering people's minds. Every step is extremely torment.

Bang!

The monk of Zenlin Temple was thrown into the mustard seeds of Sumeru again and fell to the ground, still in a coma.

Another failure, the monks of Zenlin Temple, both failed.

Many monks in Zenlin Temple were shocked, only Master Shikong was calm and his expression remained unchanged. He waved his hand, and two monks carried the unconscious monk into the Chanlin Temple for treatment.

The people around were talking about it.

"How could both masters fail?"

"Is it true that the masters of Zenlin Temple are not as good as the monks in the Western Regions? Or are the monks in the Western Regions often trained in this mustard seed, so they can persist for so long?"

"This mustard seed is a treasure of Buddhism in the Western Regions, and it is easy for them to cheat."

"Yeah! Maybe that monk deliberately threw people out and directly judged that the people at Chanlin Temple failed."

"The monks in the Western Regions have evil intentions in their hearts, and they have no fear. I am afraid that this time, the Zenlin Temple will really fail."

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Master Nimo folded his hands together with a smile on his face, and said, "Amitabha! The Buddhist monk of Zenlin Temple is not as good as my monk in the Western Regions! His mind is not firm, and he cannot bear the erosion of wind and sand. If he loses his mind, he will pass out. No wonder Chanlin Temple is getting more and more declining, if Master Shikong hadn’t been promoted to the first rank, I’m afraid it would continue to decline.”

"Master Shikong, do you want to continue the comparison?"

"Amitabha! Master Nimo, my Zen Forest Temple is inferior to you in this pass!" said Master Shikong.

Master Nimo looked at Meng Xing and said, "This benefactor, Lao Na sees that you have a relationship with my Buddha, and your Buddha nature is definitely not low. Why don't you represent Zenlin Temple and try this test? If you win, then On behalf of Zenlin Temple, we won."

Meng Xing was a little speechless. This monk did not like himself, and wanted to experience this ascetic formation for himself. If he couldn't pass this level, wouldn't it be possible for him to be unable to break through to a higher realm in his life?

He is preventing himself from joining Buddhism, so he wants to destroy himself? Hidden evil intentions, conscience is greatly bad!

Master Shikong's face changed slightly, and he exuded a powerful aura, and said, "Master Nemo, don't deceive people too much!"

Master Nemo suddenly felt that his breath was suppressed by the first-rank powerhouse, his breathing was a little stagnant, and his face was a little ugly.

The first-rank powerhouse is really terrifying, and it is much stronger than the second-rank realm. If the opponent wants to kill him now, he can definitely kill him with one punch.

Master Nemo said: "How did I deceive people? I just let the donor choose. If he doesn't want to, I won't force it!"

Master Shikong said: "This is a contest between your Buddhist schools in the Western Regions and my Zen Forest Temple. Don't involve others. This donor is not a Buddhist monk, so how can he represent my Zen Forest Temple?"