Chapter 3318: Moco

Chapter 3319 the golden body of Moke Temple Arhat

Moko Temple, the sacred place of tantric Buddhism, the founder of Moko Temple was a powerful man in the realm of saints, who practiced Buddhism. Zhuo Bufan had learned about twelve saints in the Star Alliance file before.

Although there is no detailed record, there are some information materials.

The founder of Moke Temple was a saint named "Duzhen" saint.

Today's abbot'Kong Pan' is a powerhouse in the Supreme Realm. It is also the old man with two long silver eyebrows that Zhuo Bufan has seen before. The aura is completely restrained, and his gentle follower makes people totally invisible to the Supreme Realm. The strong.

"Zhuo Shizhu, in front is the Jingshu Pavilion of our Moke Temple..."

Zhuo Bufan was wandering around at Moke Temple, accompanied by a young novice monk. He was also the first young monk to discover Zhuo Bufan's awakening. He is now a strong man in the realm of Realm Emperor, but he has been practicing in Moke Temple and his mind is very simple.

"Can I go in and take a look?" Zhuo Bufan asked.

"Well, yes, the abbot said, go wherever you want." The little novice nodded.

The Buddhism line includes those who practice the Buddhist scriptures, cultivate the state of mind, and perceive the path of practice, and there are practitioners who practice the Buddhism Vajra line, hoping to become holy in the flesh, and it is rumored that the top Buddhism line of physical practice, the "Luohan Jinbo" Weaker than the devil's line.

But Buddhism's physical body cultivation is more difficult. It can't temper the flesh body with the blood of the savage fairy, the cultivation is slow, and it is better at defending.

The Demon God line can use the blood of the savage fairy to temper the body, and the training speed is faster, and it is better at attacking in battle.

However, based on Zhuo Bufan’s understanding of the Demon God’s line, I’m afraid that the Buddha’s line of physical practice is probably not the top method. The top method is difficult to obtain, and the number of inheritance is limited, from the dark age to the sage. In the era, the inheritance is used once and once less, and there is not much left.

Enter Jingshu Pavilion.

It is more than a hundred meters high, and the bookcases are all suspended in the air, arranged in four directions, and each bookcase is filled with Buddhist scriptures.

"Zhuo donor, if you are interested, you can read it." The little novice monk whispered.

Zhuo Bufan nodded and looked around.

The Jingshu Pavilion is very large, but the number of people in the Buddhism line of practice here is very small. These sutras are neither exercises nor secret techniques. Most people who practice the Buddhism line pay more attention to improving their own strength.

Zhuo Bufan swept his palms in the air, and several scriptures flew over, sweeping away his spiritual thoughts.

Zhuo Bufan was a little surprised. Many of the scriptures are exactly the same as those on the earth. In order to cultivate his mood, spirit, and Taoism, he collected many Buddhist, Taoist, and Confucian classics to read on the earth.

After reading some more, Zhuo Bufan discovered that the level of these scriptures was not comparable to that of the Buddhism on Earth.

"Earth is a planet created by Emperor Shang, and it isolates the earth from the universe, and cuts off the aura... Could it be that the original Buddhist scriptures were brought back to Earth by Emperor Shang?" Zhuo Bufan was a little puzzled.

Emperor Shang created the earth. The spiritual energy on the earth is very weak. People don’t need to practice. Instead, people have more time to think. Various ideas are born. There has even been a prosperous age of a hundred schools of thought... Zhuo Bufan has always felt that Emperor Shang is planning a big plan, but now , He still can't fully figure it out.

Zhuo Bufan waved his hand, all the open scriptures beside him were closed, and they flew back to their original positions on the bookshelf.

"Are you the practitioner brought back by Master?"

Suddenly, three monks walked in outside, all dressed as monks, with strong physiques and introverted golden glow. They were obviously Buddhist monks who practiced the flesh.

Among them, the first monk who was two meters tall had eyes like copper bells, staring at Zhuo Bufan, a little angry.

Zhuo Bufan looked at each other with a bewildered face, didn't know him at all, let alone hatred.

"The holy water of meditation can condense a small bowl in a thousand years. It is very important for the Buddhist monk's golden body cultivation. If it weren't for you, my senior brother Yan Kong, how could you lose this opportunity and have to wait another thousand years." The monk, his eyes surged with anger.

"Zhuo Shizhu, this is Senior Brother Yan Kong from the Luohan Academy. He has a hot temper." The little novice monk whispered beside him.

Zhuo Bufan also understood that he had experienced the thunder method of heaven, and his body was destroyed. The true saint used the'meditation holy water' to recast his body, and this'meditation holy water' was originally used by brother Yan Zheng to temper the golden body of Luohan. of.

No wonder, when the other party saw him, his eyes filled with anger.

Waiting for a thousand years, time is not a big deal to practitioners, but if you wait for a thousand years for no reason, you will get angry if you are anybody.

"Master Yan Kong, the matter of meditation holy water, I was in a coma before, and I didn't know..." Zhuo Bufan said in a calm tone.

But the other party interrupted him directly, "Let’s say less useless things here, and try to compare with me. I heard that you cultivate the demon **** in the same line. As long as you win me, I promise not to trouble you."

Buddhism is a quiet place.

However, this is not always the case for those who practice Buddhism. Some practitioners only practice Buddhism, especially monks like Yan Kong, who will fight for strength and courage on weekdays.

Hearing this, Zhuo Bufan also wanted to see the Buddhism's method of cultivating the flesh. Compared with his own Chaos Demon God inheritance, which is stronger and weaker, not to mention that the other party has a tyrannical attitude when he comes up. Zhuo Bufan understands that he can only defeat the other Will be convinced.

"Okay, I'll fight you." Zhuo Bufan nodded.

The other party was also in the early stage of the realm of the realm, and the realm was the same as him, but he cultivated the golden body of Luohan, his muscles were knotted like iron, and a faint golden brilliance flowed across the surface of his skin.

The two walked to the open space outside the Jingshu Pavilion, and many monks in the Moke Temple had come out to watch.

"Zhu Shizhu, Senior Brother Yan Kong has cultivated the physical body, and the golden body of Luohan has been cultivated to the fifth level, so be careful." The little novice reminded him kindly.

"Amitabha Buddha!" ​​Yan Kong folded his palms together and chanted a Buddha's name, with a layer of golden brilliance on his skin, his body resembling gold casting, and he suddenly blasted towards Zhuo Bufan's face.

When the two played against each other, they naturally didn't use martial arts, spells, or vitality, but only the flesh.

Zhuo Bufan was in a coma at Moke Temple for six months. Many monks knew about him and heard that he cultivated the Demon God line, but Yan Kong was more popular in Moke Temple, and Yan Kong had cultivated to the fifth level. Ranked second, Yan Zheng cultivated to the eighth level.

In the eyes of many monks, Yan Kong can blast Zhuo Bufan out with a single punch.

Zhuo Bufan clenched his fists, a sharp flash appeared in his eyes, raised his arms and raised his fists to smash them in front of him. The two fists collided with each other abruptly, the air swept through, the ground smoke rose, and the dead leaves flew!

Yan Kong's body retreated, and his steps retreated again and again. With every step he fell, an inch-deep footprint was left on the slate floor, and the surrounding slabs shattered into cracks, which continued to spread.

咚咚咚咚咚...

After Yan Kong retreated ten feet, he stepped hard, and the stone slabs in a radius of 100 meters were shattered, and his body fell to the ground like a heavy mountain, and the ground trembled.

"How is it possible? His physical body is actually better than mine?" Yan Kong's eyes widened, and his right arm was slightly paralyzed. In Moke Temple, only Senior Brother Yan Zheng had a stronger physical training pulse than him.

He was just furious and wanted to vent his anger for his senior, but he didn't dare to seriously hurt Zhuo Bufan. He only used five layers of strength, but he didn't expect that he was defeated.

"The Buddhism's method of cultivating the physical body is really strong. I have used half of my strength, and the other party has only retreated ten feet?" Zhuo Bufan was also slightly surprised.