Chapter 1887 Ninth Grade Supreme

This is an extreme performance. Maybe Fang Yang will faint in the next second! And now he can't move, can't speak, and can't move at all!

Time passed by minute by minute, and Fang Yang's mood became heavier and heavier. Finally, the last trace of true energy in Fang Yang's body was drained, his vision went dark, and he passed out.

Just when Fang Yang was about to fall, the holy tower behind him suddenly burst out with a strong golden light, shooting straight into the sky. Fang Yang, who was about to fall, was also fixed on the spot!

All the believers in Zhugu Holy Land were attracted by the golden light. They walked out of their tents and worshiped in the direction of the holy place.

When the golden light reached its peak, a treasure appeared vaguely in the sky. It looked somewhat similar to Fang Yangdao.

As the treasure appeared, obscure Sanskrit sounds sounded in the sky, and golden runes flew all over the sky. The formation that Fang Yang failed to activate despite all his efforts was activated instantly.

The golden light on the formation diagram connected with the formations on the other nine snow-capped mountains, and actually evolved directly into a ninth-grade lotus platform, which happened to be held under the body of the treasure prime minister in the sky!

Beside Jicuo, Wutu and Wuli had also arrived. Seeing the grand scene in the sky, they were all excited: "Ninth-grade Holy Lord! Zhugu has reached the realm of the ninth-grade Holy Lord!"

Wutu and Wuli were also in tears: "The rise of the Holy Land is just around the corner!"

In the eyes of everyone, Fang Yang is now in a state of majestic treasure, and is one with the holy dharma in heaven. No one knew that he was unconscious now and had no idea what happened.

The treasure in the sky existed for nearly as long as a cup of tea, and then gradually disappeared. When all the strange phenomena dissipated, Fang Yang's body had no support and fell directly to the ground.

Jicuo, Wutu and Wuli, who were kneeling on the ground, quickly stepped forward to help him up and checked his pulse:

"It's just overuse and overwork. It's nothing serious. Just have a good rest for a few days and carry it to the main hall first."

When he woke up, it was already noon the next day. Fang Yang struggled to sit up. Jicuo, Wutu and Wuli immediately surrounded him: "Master Zhugu, are you awake? Are you feeling well?"

"Well, it's okay, but I'm a little dizzy."

Fang Yang seemed to have had a strange dream in a daze. In the dream, there was a monk who looked similar to him, sitting opposite him, reading scriptures that he did not understand from beginning to end.

Fang Yang was sure he had never heard of those strange characters before. The strange thing is that not only did he listen completely, but he also understood it all!

But when he was asked to say what the scripture said, he couldn't explain it at all. The mysterious and mysterious feeling made people crazy.

Jicuo and the others still looked worried: "Master Zhugu, why don't you lie down and rest for a while? If you have anything to do, just ask us to do it."

Fang Yang shook his head: "It's nothing, I just encountered some strange things..."

Just as he said this, Fang Yang glanced at the Buddha statue in the main hall, opened his mouth in surprise and pointed at the Buddha statue: "That's it, exactly the same!"

Jicuo and others looked at the Buddha statue in the direction he pointed: "Sir, this is the Dharmakaya statue of the first Drukku. This must be the first time you have seen it today, right?"

Fang Yang said firmly: "No! I saw this statue when I was unconscious just now, and I kept reciting scriptures that I didn't understand."

Jicuo asked: "Can't you understand the scriptures? Sir, can you try to say a few words? I can make a judgment."

"I'll give it a try." Fang Yang thought about it carefully and opened his mouth to speak a series of standard Sanskrit scriptures. His pronunciation was standard and his enunciation was clear, which made Jitso, Utu, and Uli dumbfounded.

Fang Yang wanted to say just a few words, but for some unknown reason, he couldn't stop once he started speaking! He talked for nearly half an hour before stopping.

Fang Yang scratched his head in confusion: "What did I just say?"

The eyes of Jicuo and others changed from shock to fanaticism, and they said excitedly: "The Secret Diamond Sutra of Guangfa! It has been lost for nearly three hundred years, but I didn't expect that it would be reappeared today!"

Utu's voice also trembled: "Zhugu returns, the holy land is consecrated. The secret treasure reappears, and the diamond is immeasurable!"

Fang Yang smiled bitterly and said, "Can you make it clearer? I don't understand what you are talking about at all."

Jicuo stabilized his mood and replied respectfully: "Lord Zhugu, this "Guangfa Secret Vajra Sutra" can be said to be the founding secret text of the Vajra Secret Sect, and was originally created by the first Zhugu.

All subsequent exercises and classics are derived from this. But three hundred years ago, there was a great catastrophe in the Holy Land. Not only was the Holy Land destroyed, but the whereabouts of this secret book was also unknown. "

Fang Yang asked: "Since it disappeared three hundred years ago, how do you know that this is the "Guangfa Secret Vajra Sutra" and not some other sutra? "

Wu Li interjected: "Lord Zhugu, because other classics are derived from it, there are more or less quotations from it.

In addition, although the whereabouts of this book are unknown, some of the seniors at that time could barely remember some of the contents of this book, but they were all incomplete.

Successors of the Holy Land throughout the ages have tried to use the fragments in their hands to restore the scripture. But there are huge differences between each version. There is no way to judge the authenticity, so we can only leave it alone.

Therefore, even though we have not actually read this scripture, we can still judge its authenticity, and it is definitely correct! "

Fang Yang himself felt a little incredible: "In other words, under inexplicable circumstances, I actually obtained a secret book that has been lost for three hundred years?"

"No! That's not right."

Jicuo said plausibly: "Because this scripture was originally created by the first Zhugu, and you are the reincarnation of Zhugu, it is not surprising that it has been passed down in memory."

Fang Yang asked back: "Then why didn't the previous Zhugu get the memory inheritance?"

Jicuo explained: "There are many reasons for this, the most important ones are qualifications and talent. Only those who are most consistent with the inherited memory can get more things."

"Real or false?" Fang Yang obviously didn't believe this.

After all, only he knew that the misunderstanding was caused by secretly learning the Vajra Mudra. He was not and could not be the reincarnation of some Drugu.

Jicuo, Wutu and Wuli lowered their heads to discuss: "Master Zhugu, please take more rest and recuperate your body first. Almost all the believers outside come to pilgrimage, and we have to maintain it."

The three of us have an idea. We hope to hold a Dharma propagation meeting after the master recovers so that the majority of believers can admire Zhugu's brilliance. "

Fang Yang didn't want to cause so much trouble for himself: "We'll discuss this later. I have a lot of things to do now, so it's better to try not to be in the public eye."

Jicuo and others experienced the attack by Kumu and Chen Tao that day, and knew that what he said was true: "Master Zhugu, if necessary, the entire Holy Land can mobilize all the people and swear to fight bloody battles for the enemy to the end!"

Fang Yang persuaded: "I accept everyone's wishes. If necessary, I will naturally notify you. At least the situation is still within my control.

What you have to do is to run the Holy Land well, take good care of all the believers, and continue to increase your strength.

In my heart, Zhugu Holy Land is my last bargaining chip and support. I hope it won’t let me down when the time comes. "

Jicuo and others bowed to the ground respectfully: "Swear to follow Lord Zhugu to the death!"