Chapter 1102 Master Tiangang, Return to Origin Tribulation

Chapter 1,102 Master Tiangang, Guiyuan Tribulation

"Amitabha ~ Good, good." Seeing this scene, Master Changhui clasped his hands together, bowed his head and saluted, secretly praising: "Buddhism is boundless."

"Changhui, are you in the temple? Where are Changsheng and the others?" A loud voice sounded from the midair to the upper left of Master Changhui.

"Ah? Master Yuandao?" Master Changhui turned his head and saw a monk floating in the air who was much thinner than him. He exclaimed in surprise, but when he looked back, there were two more monks floating in the air. He was even more shocked when he saw the old monk in the air: "Master Yuanming, Master Yuanwu, you...have all come out?"

; Pig; Pig; Island; Novel www.zhuzhu + "How could we not know about such a sudden change in Guiyuan Pagoda? Can we still hide aside and practice peacefully?" A monk's voice was hoarse: "Where is the longevity? Not in the temple? "

"Yes, Master Yuanming, Abbot Changsheng left the temple a long time ago, taking Junior Brother Chang Geng and Senior Brother Chang Xing with him, as well as a group of disciples from the temple."

"Huh? Such a big noise? What are they doing?"

"Master Yuanwu, according to reports from his disciples, there have been colorful lights appearing in Mount Yao recently. There are rumors in the world that a rare treasure of immortality has been born. The abbot took his disciples to check it out."

"Immortal treasure?" Master Yuanwu frowned and nodded slightly: "Then you should go and take a look. Don't let that thing fall into the hands of others."

"Yes, that's what the abbot said, so he asked his disciples to stay in the temple, and he took the elites from the temple... to Yaoshan, hoping to bring the immortal treasures back to my Dalin Temple and stay beside my Buddha."

"Yes." Master Yuanwu ignored them and looked at Yuanming and Yuandao. There was no color on the faces of the three of them.

"Master Yuanwu, this Guiyuan Pagoda..." After waiting for a moment, and looking at the Buddha's light for a while, Master Changhui tentatively said: "According to the records in the temple, our Dalin Temple has a legacy, and the Guiyuan Pagoda appears. The Buddha's light is the calamity of returning to the Yuan Dynasty, and all the eminent monks have to deal with it, but I don't know...how should I, Dalin Temple, deal with it now?"

Master Yuandao had no expression on his face, looking at the flames soaring into the sky and the Buddhist Kingdom in the flames, and said, "How else should we deal with it? We have already dealt with it, how should we deal with it?"

"This..." Master Changhui was stunned for a moment, then he understood, clasped his hands together, and said: "Disciple understands, that's good, that's good."

As he spoke, the Buddha's light on the Guiyuan Pagoda was so powerful that it almost seemed to be on fire. In the blink of an eye, a jet-black mist suddenly appeared from the bottom of the Buddha's light. Once this black mist appeared, it turned into a wisp of black. The thread is wrapped around the bottom of the Buddha's light.

Then, with my eyes, I saw that the black line went upwards, bit by bit, gradually engulfing the Buddha flame. The nine-colored light slowly turned into a dark color, and when the whole The Buddha's light was rendered black, and the surrounding area of ​​the pagoda also looked gloomy, causing the monks to shrink their necks unconsciously.

After the Buddha's light turned black, its shape began to change continuously. After another moment, it gradually became fixed. Looking from a distance, it looked like a black lotus.

"This is the Guiyuan Tribulation." Master Yuandao murmured: "Although Buddhism is boundless, it cannot save undestined people. Only by coping with the calamity with one's own body can one cultivate immeasurable calamities and save boundless people."

"Yes, I, the Buddha, am merciful, responded to the calamity with myself, transformed into a Buddha lotus, entered nirvana with the demonic calamity, and was reborn in the demonic fire. This is the return to the original calamity."

The black fire lotus also verified Master Yuanwu's murmur. After a few swayings, it suddenly converged. The entire Guiyuan Tower returned to its original appearance, and the surrounding blue sky and white mountains also returned to their original colors.

Master Changhui had only read the classics and had never seen one before. He was dumbfounded when he saw such a bewitching scene. He exclaimed in surprise, and then, with his incredible róuróu eyes, he exclaimed again: " Huh?". Because in his eyes, the Guiyuan Tower seemed to have lost its vitality, and it looked like a human being, much sluggish.

"How... is this possible?" Before Master Chang Hui could take a closer look, he saw a human figure transforming from behind the Guiyuan Tower and flying straight towards them.

"Who...is this again?" Master Changhui was completely stunned. Today really opened his eyes. Are there any monks in this world who have a higher level of cultivation than Master Yuandao and others?

But no, the figure soon arrived. It was a bald monk.

"Could it be...from the Guiyuan Pagoda..." Master Changhui's heart skipped a beat, but as he looked at his face that gradually became clearer, Master Changhui couldn't help but wonder secretly: "Why...why does this old monk's face look so familiar? But…where have you seen it?”

Not only Master Changhui was secretly wondering, but all the monks in Dalin Temple were dumbfounded. Only Master Yuandao, Master Yuanming and Master Yuanwu who floated out of thin air saw the old monk. Their faces were respectful, and they used their magic power to welcome him. He went up, clasped his hands when he was close, and lowered his eyebrows and said: "Disciple, I have met Master Tiangang."

"Master Tiangang... He is Master Tiangang." Master Changhui uttered a voice from the bottom of his heart. The expression on his face was immediately replaced by a kind of reverence, a kind of desire, and a feeling like seeing a character in a dream. But life.

Master Changhui couldn't help but respect him. This Master Tiangang was three generations older than Master Changhui. He was also born in Prajna Hall. He was a famous figure in the world a hundred years ago. His cultivation of immortality was directly comparable to that of Emperor Shi of the previous generation of Tianlong Sect. Oh my god, in the story of Dalin Temple conquering demons a hundred years ago, Master Tiangang was almost always the protagonist. The limelight completely overshadowed the abbot of his generation, and he almost became the representative of Dalin Temple.

In the world of a hundred years ago, it was possible not to know who the abbot of Dalin Temple was, but it was impossible not to know the name of Master Tiangang of Prajna Hall.

However, later Tiangang went to Tianlong Sect alone to fight with the leader of Tianlong Sect, Emperor Shitian, to see who was the best in the world. However, Tiangang left and never returned, and no one in the entire world knew about that battle. As a result, no one knew who was the best in the world, and the Tianlong Sect did not tell the result of that battle. However, not long after, the Tianlong Sect ceased its activities in the world, and it lost a lot of arrogance.

Master Changhui grew up listening to the legend of Master Tiangang. How could he not be surprised when he saw the real figure now? A man who was all-powerful a hundred years ago is still alive today.

I saw Master Tiangang falling down to the same level as Master Yuandao and others. He also gave a slight salute and said in a low voice: "Wait... will you see the Guiyuan Tribulation?"

"Disciple has seen it, please give me some advice."

Master Tiangang shook his head: "I have nothing to give you any advice. The last time I returned to the Yuan Dynasty was a hundred years ago. I was not well cultivated and did not go deep into the rivers and lakes to deal with the tribulation. There were no major changes in Dalin Temple, and there were no big storms in the rivers and lakes. , so it’s the first time for me to meet you, just like you.”

Then, he looked back at the Guiyuan Tower in the distance and said: "Lao Na felt the change in the vitality of the world and rushed over immediately. He actually witnessed the entire process of the Guiyuan Tribulation, but... the Guiyuan Tower is a space of its own. No one can enter it, and I don’t know what happened.”

"Then how should the disciples... cope with the calamity?" Master Yuanming said carefully.

"Hasn't Changsheng already gone out? The magic weapon of immortality came out of Yaoshan, which caused the whole world to boil. This is where we should be catastrophic."

"Follow the master's teachings, I will leave the temple soon and go to look for my nephew Changsheng."

"Well, you go first, and I will pass when the time is right." After Master Tiangang finished speaking, his figure fluttered and flew in front of Master Changhui, and said with a smile: "Changhui, you shoulder the important responsibility of protecting the temple, so you don't have to shoulder the responsibility. "Jie, you can take care of yourself"

"Yes" Master Changhui bowed his head in salute.

When he looked up, Master Tiangang had already flown to Dalin Temple, and he saw that the direction was towards the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

"Ah???" Master Changhui finally remembered. Isn't this Master Tiangang the old monk who sweeps the floor in the Sutra Pavilion? Ever since I was a child, I have been...sweeping the floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion

"Fortunately..." Master Changhui recalled that although he was surprised by Master Tiangang in the Sutra Pavilion, he was always respectful and there was nothing rude about him.

Master Yuandao, Master Yuanming and Master Yuanwu looked at each other and lowered their heads and said, "Master Changhui, Dalin Temple is for you. You must restrain the disciples so that you can take care of yourself."

"Disciple knows." Master Changhui clasped his hands together and bowed: "Disciple wishes the three masters an early return from the disaster."

"Yeah~" Master Yuandao nodded slightly, flicked his sleeves, and floated away, gradually getting further away.

Seeing that the backs of the three masters had disappeared, Master Chang Hui waved his hand and shouted: "Disciples... return to the temple immediately. You are not allowed to leave the temple without my consent."

"Yes~" The disciples of Dalin Temple who filled the mountain finally took a breath. They didn't know what the Guiyuan Tribulation was, and their eyes only showed novelty and enthusiasm.

But for a moment, the pagoda forest of Dalin Temple returned to the silence that had not changed for tens of thousands of years. Not a single monk of Dalin Temple was left, but... what remained unchanged was the surface. What about the inside of the pagoda forest? What about the inside of Guiyuan Tower? Who can know?

Perhaps the cold wind, which remains unchanged for thousands of years, and the sunset, which remains unchanged throughout the ages, can see this... unknown everything.

Outside Pingyang City, in the meeting hall of Piaomiao Villa, Chu Yunfei was telling Li Jian and others what the young disciples of the Piaomiao Sect led by Hu Yunyi had done in the past few years, when he saw Zhang Xiaohu coming in from the outside with a relaxed look on his face. .

"Clan leader Zhang~" Chu Yunfei stood up very politely.

When Li Jian and others heard this, they turned around to take a look and quickly stood up. Wen Wenhai stepped forward and asked with concern: "What's wrong? Xiaohu, what happened...?"

The moment Zhang Xiaohu left, Wen Wenhai thought about all the options. They were nothing more than killing people and silencing them, but... Putting aside Zhang Xiaohu's martial arts skills, even if he killed two people, what would happen to the disciples of the Piao Miao Sect? Facing the disciples of the Incense Sect who are no less powerful than them?

The young disciples of the Piaomiao Sect, plus the older generation disciples who have recovered some martial arts, seem to be only a little stronger than the disciples of the Chuanxiang Sect.

Seeing Master's concern, Zhang Xiaohu smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, Master, don't worry."

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