1098: C1098 The Twelve Buddha!

C1098 The Twelve Buddha!

"Master, are you really going to teach this benefactor the Arts of Myriad Buddha?"

On the bright stage, the light of Buddha shone brightly. The golden light covered the entire stage. It was like the light of Buddha pouring down from the clouds. It shone on Lin Feng, who was lying calmly in the middle of the stage. Beside Lin Feng, there were all bald old monks sitting cross-legged. With their master as the center, they surrounded Lin Feng.

There were a total of twelve Buddhas. Including the oldest Buddha, there were a total of thirteen people, and Jia Ye, who had been punished to the top of the tower, was also among them.

"That's right, this benefactor is fated to be with the Buddha." The old monk nodded his head heavily. The golden thread between his eyebrows flashed like an eye that had yet to open, making him look extremely holy.

"But he's still a killer." One of the Buddhas couldn't help but retort. In Buddhism, if you had a different opinion, you would say it, but you wouldn't be hated. This was the true meaning of Buddhism, and also the way the thirteen Buddhas communicated with each other.

"Ran Gu, you still haven't understood the difference between killing and reincarnation. Killing is just for a better reincarnation." The old Buddha shook his head, disagreeing with his disciple.

Hearing this, Buddha Ran Gu, who had asked the question, fell into deep thought. After that, he looked at Lin Feng, who was in a coma and gradually agreed with the master's words. He was convinced and agreed to pass the Arts of Myriad Buddha to Lin Feng.

"Master, are we really not going against Buddha's will by interfering with the various clans to keep this benefactor for our own selfish desires? Was this benefactor chosen by the Heavenly Dao Court? "

At this moment, another thin Buddha put his hands together and asked the old Buddha with a solemn expression. He always felt that doing this was against his heart and Buddha's heart.

When the old Buddha heard this, the corner of his mouth curled into a kind smile. There was only a smile on his old face as he said indifferently: "Jiang, this is not called selfish desire. This is called choosing the person who is most suitable for the Buddha's heart to accept the inheritance of the Arts of Myriad Buddhas."

"There is no limit to the ways of the world, and there is no limit to the ways of the world. This benefactor has already reached the peak of the ways of the world, and he has a terrifying amount of magic stored within him. However, this benefactor does not have any energy that can restrain the power of magic."

"Taoism belongs to the light, but it also contains evil. Taoism allows everyone to do bad things that are in cahoots with magic, so it can't suppress the magic of this patron at all, and if you want to suppress the magic, you have to use the dharmic base."

"All the Buddhas are old Buddhas who have been preaching for tens of thousands of years, or even hundreds of thousands. Don't you understand such a simple principle?"

"Ever since ancient times, which one of the God of Killing wasn't destroyed by Tao techniques and not by magic? What we have done today is just to prevent a second God of Killing from appearing in the Battle Realm in the future."

"Four hundred thousand, what's the multiplier?" The old Buddha spoke very seriously and looked at the twelve Buddhas. At this moment, none of the Buddhas refuted him because they were all convinced by the teachings of the old Buddha. Thus, they all agreed with the old Buddha's intentions.

"My intentions are to teach the Arts of Myriad Buddhas!"

Suddenly, the old Buddha roared in anger. The golden kasaya on his body suddenly turned into a world that covered Lin Feng's body. In the end, it completely wrapped around Lin Feng's body. The Buddhist light was extremely holy.

The twelve Buddhas all displayed their Buddhist wills, illuminating Lin Feng's body in their respective heaven and earth. After that, the noisy sound of scriptures being read rang out from the Buddha Mountain. This scripture seemed to be able to overturn the sun and moon, and overturn the world.

Time slowly passed like this. Lin Feng fell into an unconscious state and wanted to stand up, but he was bound. Other than the golden Buddha light in front of him, there was only a layer of ice-cold aura protecting his body. Lin Feng knew that this was the aura of the Icy Spirit protecting him.

But who was trying to harm him? Lin Feng's consciousness was deep, but he could not break free from the restraints of the golden dharmic base. Instead, he was sinking deeper and deeper into it.

Every hour of the twelve hours, there would be a Buddha who would pass on their dharma to Lin Feng. The so-called Arts of Myriad Buddha was actually the general name of the dharma of these twelve Buddhas. The comprehension of each Buddha was thousands of years of Buddhist intent. When gathered together, it was naturally the Arts of Myriad Buddhas.

"Sapphire means to protect, and from now on you must protect the world and treat it well!"

A beam of Buddhist light shot into Lin Feng's disgusting area, bringing Lin Feng and his soul high up into the sky, spinning slowly. The twelve Buddhas poured their own Strengths of Buddhism into Lin Feng's body.

Lin Feng was like a baby, in a completely unconscious state, maintaining the most primitive movements. He lay on his back with his eyes tightly closed, but his eyes had already been filled with countless Buddhist lights. As long as he opened his eyes, he would be able to see through the world that was thousands of miles away.

"Jia Ye, it means slow-witted. I hope that in the future, when you should be slow-witted, you will be slow-witted."

"The sariras mean devotion. I hope that Benefactor will devote yourself in the future to save the world."

"Tonnage means honesty. I hope that you won't be blinded by power and wealth in the future and maintain a clear mind."

"Ayane means holiness. I hope that you can maintain your noble soul and body and not do anything that will ruin your reputation."

"Buddha's twenty means battle..."

"The rosewood means energy..."

Each of the twelve Buddhas had given all of their outstanding abilities to Lin Feng. Since Lin Feng had been chosen to represent the Arts of Myriad Buddhas, they naturally could not let this descendant of the Buddha be too shabby. It was the instinct of the twelve Buddhas.

Lin Feng did not know what kind of environment he was in at the moment. If he knew that the twelve Buddhas were equivalent to twelve Divine Ancestor Level experts, they would pass down the supreme Buddhist teachings to him.

None of the geniuses in this batch would have thought how proud they would be to be chosen by various forces and become a member of their respective forces. However, if they knew about Lin Feng's situation, they didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Top Four Battle Ancestors would never have thought that the Buddha of Mount Jufu, which was usually the most peaceful place in the Battle Realm, would choose a successor. Furthermore, he chose Lin Feng, the most outstanding genius who had entered the Battle Realm this time.

If they knew, Top Four Battle Ancestors would be angered to death. Lin Feng, who cultivated the Tao, was treated like a thousand-mile horse by the Buddha who cultivated the dharmic base, while they were treated like Bo Le. On the contrary, the various forces in the Battle Realm had missed Lin Feng.

In the future, Lin Feng would bear a grudge against the Battle Realm. If there was any danger in the Battle Realm, Lin Feng might not help them.

...

In the blink of an eye, a day and a night had passed. When the morning sun rose, Lin Feng only felt that his face was wet. When he slowly opened his eyes, he realized that he was lying in a grove of trees, surrounded by leaves. The leaves were dripping with dew, and it was all over his face.

Lin Feng stood up and looked blankly at the place in front of him. It was a mountain range, but where was it?

Jufu Mountain?

Lin Feng suddenly remembered that he had previously discussed Buddhism with the Buddha. How could he appear here? This was not the mountain range of Jufu Mountain, because there were no pagodas or temples at the top of the mountain.

However, this mountain range was still so familiar. This was clearly the mountain range of the Jufu Mountain, but where did the pagoda go?

Lin Feng took a step forward and flew over the peak of the mountain, arriving at the place where the pagoda used to be. However, when he arrived, he found that it was already bare. There was not a single brick or tile left, not even a speck of dirt.

"What happened?" Lin Feng was at a loss. He could not remember what had happened to him before he fainted. What had happened?

During this trip to the Battle Realm, he had actually fallen into a coma without any warning.

"You were chosen by the Twelve Buddhas, became the successor of the Buddha, and inherited the Arts of Myriad Buddhas."

All of a sudden, the extremely cold words of the Icy Spirit sounded in Lin Feng's mind, causing Lin Feng's expression to change greatly. The shock lingered in his heart for a long time.

"I was chosen by the Twelve Buddhas and inherited the Arts of Myriad Buddhas?" Lin Feng could not believe that all of this had happened after he fainted. How could such a simple thing happen to him?

"If you don't believe me, you can swing your fist and see if you have the Strength of Buddhism." Icy Spirit's voice once again entered his ears, causing Lin Feng to immediately wake up.

"Give me a punch, alright." Lin Feng clenched his fist as he listened to the Icy Spirit's words. In an instant, a gentle power of Buddha gathered on his fist and fused with the Strength of Creation.

The gentle yet resolute strength of his fist was reflected this time. Lin Feng's expression finally changed. The Arts of Myriad Buddha had actually been pierced through his body, and the Buddhist Dharma was so powerful that it was simply unprecedented. He had never seen such a thing before.

"How powerful is one palm?" Out of curiosity, Lin Feng waved his fist and lightly punched a mountain peak. With a loud bang, the entire mountain peak was cut apart and leveled to the ground. However, it was filled with Strength of Buddhism and Buddhist light on the flat ground.

"This?" Lin Feng was frightened. It was hard for him to imagine that this was still his fist. The power of this punch was more than twice as strong as before. This was a punch that only experts at the sixth level of the Divine Monarch or even the seventh level of the Divine Monarch could reach.

"If I had inherited the Arts of Myriad Buddha a year ago, wouldn't Yan Cangtian have let me be tyrannical?" Lin Feng thought about the conflict in the Battle Realm Tunnel. If he had such a strong Strength of Buddhism at that time, why would Yan Cangtian provoke him?

Killed him long ago, and effortlessly.

But now, he had been forced to accept the Arts of Myriad Buddha, but his cultivation level had not increased. Not only did it not increase, but Lin Feng even felt that he had almost fallen out of the fifth level of the Divine Monarch realm. What exactly was going on? Lin Feng himself did not understand.

"The Dao of Buddha is pure, and the Dao is heavy. Therefore, after you inherit the Buddhist Dharma, some impurities will definitely be reduced. You have already calculated it well. In the past, I saw a genius who inherited the Buddhist Dharma fall from the third level of Divine Monarch to the first level of Divine Monarch."

"Because of the Spiritual Body of Creation, you have also gone through the tempering of the flames in the Earth-Penetrating Fire Sea and the tempering of my Glacial World. There are no longer any impurities in your body."

"But the dharmic base is still able to remove so much dross, a testament to the wonders of the dharmic base."

The Icy Spirit spoke once again, and her voice was no longer cold and indifferent. Instead, it was filled with admiration.

"Cold Spirit, did they find you?"1

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