709: C709 The Senior Monk Who Broke the Tianma apart

C709 The Senior Monk Who Broke the Tianma apart

"Merciful Buddha!"1

At this critical moment, the Ten Rings suddenly moved. A piece of blood jade appeared in his hand. The evil energy leaking from the pagoda was completely absorbed by the blood jade. It did not harm him in the slightest.

The evil blood jade and the holy Buddhist light appeared on the same person's body. They seemed to get along very well. When the abbot of Golden Bamboo Temple saw this scene, he secretly sighed and chanted a Buddhist mantra. He canceled the Demon-Subduing Formation.

"The Buddha says that all living beings suffer."

"Today, you will know that I am still me."

After putting away the blood jade, Shi Jie closed his eyes and entered a deep state of cultivation. After comprehending the gains from his seclusion, an indomitable figure gradually appeared behind him. The tourists at the foot of the mountain immediately recognized that it was a Buddha statue, a true Buddha showing his divinity. For a moment, countless people knelt on the ground, praying for good fortune.

"Look! Sure enough, a true Buddha was born in Golden Bamboo Temple. This was a grand occasion that even the Shaolin Temple did not have! Buddha, bless us. My Wang Family's business has fallen drastically. Please help us out with the incense offerings! In the future, when the Wang Family is out of trouble, I will definitely come back and make a wish. Build a magnificent temple for Buddha!"

"Sure enough, the Golden Bamboo Temple is full of crouching tigers and hidden dragons. I must become a disciple here. Only after I master my skills will I be able to bring glory to the sect!"

"Wife, let's kneel down together and beg Buddha to give us a child."

"Hubby, isn't it Guan Yin's business to deliver children? Why is the Buddha taking care of this business as well?"

"Hey, what does a woman like you know? Guan Yin is the Buddha's disciple, and Buddha knows everything. As long as he wants to help, there's nothing he can't do. Just kneel down! "

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There were tens of thousands of tourists staying at the foot of the mountain. With so many people praying at the same time, a huge power of faith was generated. Under the blessing of the power of faith, the Buddha statue became even more solid, as if it was alive.

Some of the demons and monsters within a hundred miles sensed the fear coming from the depths of their souls. They secretly made a decision. They would start moving at night, and they would never step into the Golden Bamboo Temple for the rest of their lives!

Ten Rings entered a wonderful realm. He seemed to have turned into the giant Buddha in the sky. His Divine Sense was boundless, and countless voices rang in his ears. It was the prayers of the people, and also the source of the power of faith. Although this power could not directly increase magical energy, it could strengthen the body... To lay a solid foundation for cultivators, obtaining countless benefits.

One of the Buddhas said that it had spread throughout the entire Ancient Era. For thousands of years, believers had to recite "Amitabha." Such a huge amount of faith power was added to a person's body. It was really terrifying to think about it.

"He really suppressed it... This child's talent was truly rare in the past and present. With this old monk's mental state being affected by such an enormous evil energy, the best result would be that his cultivation would be crippled. Compared to the Ten Rings, there was simply a heaven and earth difference. "

"It seems like he obtained a great opportunity during his trip to Kunlun. Now, he is in a chaotic world. Although the Shaolin Temple is the leader of the martial arts world, they are busy with their own affairs. There has never been such an outstanding talent. It might be an opportunity for our temple. "

"Hmph! You bunch of fence-sitters, how can you harbor the mentality of being lucky? Although the Ten Rings suppressed the evil aura and raised his cultivation base, we don't know what the consequences of such a cultivation method will be, abbot. I suggest that the Ten Rings be forbidden from cultivating this demonic technique again. As a member of my temple, you should cultivate an authentic Buddhist mantra, otherwise there will be endless trouble!"

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The elders of Golden Bamboo Temple heaved a sigh of relief when they saw that Shi Jie had resolved the crisis with his own strength. But soon, they started arguing because of the problem of Shi Jie's cultivation technique. The thoughts of the older generation were still very stubborn. They were also very afraid of adaptation. Since ancient times, both good and evil were irreconcilable. Which monk needed to borrow the help of demons to cultivate?

What was the difference between this method and the actions of demons?

"Amitabha! Stop arguing, what cultivation technique does Shi Jie want to cultivate? No one here has the right to judge. His cultivation has already surpassed us. He has entered a whole new realm, except for those old monsters who should have died long ago. Otherwise, I'm afraid the human race won't be able to find a worthy opponent. "

The abbot responded. He had wanted to stop this meaningless argument, but he did not expect that someone would immediately raise an objection.

" Abbot, you are so arrogant towards Shi Jie. You will harm him! He has really become a Divine Immortal of the land, but he is still a disciple of Golden Bamboo Temple. Could it be that the morality of the religion can't restrain him?"

"That's right! The cultivation technique that this child cultivates is a forbidden technique in the sect. As the elders of the Ten Rings, we have the responsibility to protect him. "

The abbot said, "Elders, we just mentioned etiquette and morality, as well as seniority... Do you know what the outcome of the senior who created this forbidden technique was? When the senior was mentally deranged back then, he finally found a solution. However, he had already missed the opportunity, so he could only use the Great Sky Demon Disintegration Technique. Furthermore, he predicted that a young monk would appear in the temple a thousand years later to inherit his legacy. Calculating the time, he could only use the Great Art of Deva-Mara Disintegration. A thousand years is just right"

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