Chapter 1165 white horse pack Scripture

After seeing Zhu Fu Si, Chu Yun's heart finally let go.

Now we can confirm that the head floating in the golden pot is not Zhu Fuci.

It is not clear why they look exactly the same.

Although Chu Yun was curious, he also knew that everything should be done according to his ability, which was obviously not easy for him to explore.

So let's put these things down for a while and get things done right now.

"Elder martial sister Zhu, I am relieved to see that you are OK."

Chuyun smiled, and then turned around as if to run away. He would stay here, only to be troubled.

Zhu Fu Si looked at Chu Yun's back and said with some bitterness: "it's really weird. He clearly understood the meaning of others, but he still had to cover it up. I don't understand what he was thinking..."

Later, Zhu Fuci closed the door, yawned and lay on the bed again.

Somehow, she always felt very tired. She just wanted to sleep for three days and three nights.

Chu Yun didn't stay here for long. After saying goodbye to Ye Xuan, he went back to Chumen.

Tomorrow, he will return to Taiqian.

On the last day, it's natural to spend more time with your parents.

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It's late at night.

Chu Yun sat on the top of the mountain, looking up at the stars, only hunting accompanied by the late wind.

This cold dark night, even more shows people's loneliness.

"No matter how long you stay outside or how much you feel at home..."

Chu Yun holds the Dragon cup in his hand and shakes it gently for a few times. The liquor in the cup is constantly shaking.

The great sage sat aside, his face weak. After hearing Chu Yun's words, he just answered with a weak voice.

"You went to those female monkeys?"

Chu Yun turned his head with a smile, and it can only be said that he has a strong and powerful body.

's grand face is red, but he is right and upright: "I have not seen them for many years, these days are really fierce, but they are also normal. You don't see that my breath is weak now. If you really want me to fight, you can still be powerful! "

"Come on, blow less."

Chu Yun gently shakes the dragon's cup, and suddenly the liquor inside turns into a wine arrow, which penetrates into the saint's mouth.

The great saint opened his mouth and swallowed the glass of wine. He cried happily, "this wine is good."

"After I go back, I won't be so leisurely."

Chu Yun spits out a breath of wine. After returning, he will go to help Fang Han fight.

It's not so easy to win the battle between Taoism and Taoism.

Although Fang Han said he was confident in beating Chen Jingxuan, everyone knows that this is not an easy thing.

Chen Jingxuan is the eldest martial brother of Taoism, and also the strong one with the spirit of heaven level nine level variation. Fang Han is not far away from Chen Jingxuan in these aspects.

Although I don't know where his self-confidence comes from, since I have promised, I will try my best to help him!

If Fang Han can take the position of Taoist, the whole Taoist gate will be under his control in the future, which will be very helpful to himself.

Chu Yun has been on the top of the mountain until the early morning. He is sad to leave. He doesn't want everyone to know.

Looking at the first ray of light in the morning, Chu Yun stood up and smiled, "let's go."

Turning around, he found the great saint lying there, breathing and sleeping.

Chu Yun shows a helpless smile and pushes him to wake up.

This time, no Tianjiao wants to follow Chu Yun to Tianting.

The reason is very simple. The development of Taiqian mainland is very fast. Most cultivation resources can be self-sufficient. Even if you stay for cultivation, you can enjoy many benefits and convenience.

In this case, what is the need to fly to the sky?

If you soar, you have to bear many unknown risks. There are too many strong ones. You are just a shrimp. If you are a little careless, you may die.

Obviously, the risk of staying on the mainland is lower.

Chu Yun and Da Sheng go back to the heaven, outside Luofu City, through the lines on their hands.

In the distance, Luofu city is full of people, very busy.

Chu Yun was a little surprised. Although Luofu city became very strong and not even weaker than the general clan under the development of the tour hall and himself, it never had such a prosperous and lively scene.

Looking around, at least a million people are around the city.

On the sky, many cultivators walk in the air, and their pupils are shocked to look at the city.

"What happened?"

The great sage frowned, a little puzzled.

"Let's go and have a look!"

Chu Yun waved and rushed to the city.

"Brother, what happened? There are so many people here?"

Chu Yun patted a spectator on the shoulder and asked.

The spectator didn't squeeze in, but he knew this very well. Seeing Chu Yun's inquiry, he grinned: "you don't know, many eminent monks from Foshan in the West have gathered here. I heard that there are many abbots and even Bodhisattvas, so I sent the Buddha to the scene in person!"

"What's the matter, to be specific?"

When Chu Yun heard the words, he could not help but feel curious.

It seems that what happened is not a bad thing.

Otherwise the man would not be so excited.

Since it's not a bad thing.

"Just a few days ago, many eminent monks came to Luofu City, saying that they were looking for some white horse. Who could have expected that, just two days after these eminent monks came, suddenly a vision came from the sky. A white and flawless horse came from the sky and stepped on the colorful glow, just like the gods from the sky, it was really beautiful!"

When the man said this, he couldn't help but hold up his chest and say: "it's a coincidence that I was drinking in Luofu city that day. After the white horse fell from the sky, he walked up and down the street in the city. The monks saw this and hurriedly tried to tame the white horse, but all failed..."

"White horse?"

When Chu Yun heard this, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

I still remember when talking with Abbot Baojing at the beginning, someone said "looking for white horse". At that time, it was unintentional, but I heard it.

Is this the white horse they are looking for?

"Thank you."

Seeing that he knew something about it, Chu Yun arched his hand, threw down a unique pill, and drove with the great sage towards the city.

They step into the sky and enter Luofu city.

In one street of Luofu City, the crowd has been dispersed. Many people stand outside and talk loudly.

"It's said that whoever can tame the white horse will get no chance!"

"Nonsense, this white horse is the incarnation of an eminent monk. Foshan in the west just wants to welcome him back."

"You get it. A group of people don't know anything. Just blow it up!"

"You don't know what kind of calves to put in the trough?"

“……”

A lot of cultivators are talking around. Many roads in the city are scattered. Only dozens of monks are left standing there.

In front, the golden light is dazzling, like several rounds of golden sun.

Those roads are all covered by a golden barrier visible to the naked eye. Anyone who wants to get close to them will be shot out.

Through the golden light, I can see a white horse, walking back and forth.

Its mood, appears to be a little fidgety and restless, incessantly sprays the loud nose.

The monks around tried to tame it, but all failed without exception.

"Let me."

Abbot Baojing stepped forward, with a serious expression: "white horses are not horses, so they can't be tamed by ordinary means."

After that, he looked solemn and chanted Buddhist scriptures in a low voice.

The rich golden light was released from him, which was very dazzling. Only a giant Buddha was born behind the abbot Baojing, with his legs around, which was very kind-hearted.

The mighty Buddha rushed out to try to pacify the white horse, but it made the horse more upset.

"Hiss."

The white horse snorted and shook his head and tail to leave.

"Baojing, time is running out."

In the distance, a Bodhisattva with a broad body and a smiling face shook his head and waved to master Baojing to retreat.

"Yes, Bodhisattva."

When Abbot Baojing saw that simple chanting didn't work, he had to sigh and step back.

The white horse was carrying a stack of scriptures and walking back and forth.

White horse carrying Scripture!

Not far away, Cheng bining frowned slightly and asked, "since you want to get this Scripture, why don't you take it down by yourself?"

After all, Luofu city and the tour hall are the sites of Cheng bining, so the West day Foshan specially invited Cheng bining to watch, which is the least respect for the host.

After all, it's disrespectful not to say hello when you arrive at someone's territory.

After hearing Cheng bining's words, abbot Baojing said with a wry smile, "Lord Cheng, it's not that we don't want it, but we can't do it. White horse carries Scripture, which is auspicious omen. The Scripture on its back is a gift from heaven, which is higher than any Scripture we practice. But if you want to take it off with brute force, you will be shocked by white horse, and the scripture will disappear naturally."

"Yes, if you want to get it, you can only appease the white horse and let it willingly unload the Scriptures to you."

Next to him, said a abbot.

"It's strange."

Cheng bining nodded, but there were only a lot of doubts in her heart.

This white horse doesn't look like a monster. It's even worse than the ordinary white horse. Unexpectedly, the scriptures on its back are so important.

"So how can we make it unload the Scriptures?"

Seeing that so many monks have come back from failure, Cheng bining cannot help being curious.

"To change its mind with Scripture."

When Abbot Baojing said this, he blushed a little. After all, this method was conjectured by them and had not been tested.

It's the first time for them to meet the white horse Scripture, and they naturally have no experience.

It is recorded in the ancient books of Foshan in the West.

The last white horse carrying Scripture was more than ten thousand years ago.

It is the scriptures from the white horse's back that enable Foshan to develop several kinds of scriptures and continue to flourish.

This time, if you can still get a white horse to recite Buddhist scriptures, you can definitely take another step forward for Foshan in the West.

"Why don't you let me try?"

Just then, a voice rang from a distance.

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