Chapter 395: The Wheel King Temple

Wuluozi, without grade or rank, is a thumb-sized cylindrical, red in color, crystal clear, and at first glance, it looks like a pure ruby.

Few people know the name of Wulouzi, but its value is amazing, because it is the product of the spiritual energy washing back and forth over tens of millions of years, so the meat inside can be said to be a layer of spiritual energy and a layer of folds. Wulouzi matures once every three thousand years, and there are three thousand folds inside. After the monks take Wulouzi, these three thousand spiritual energies from different directions will continuously wash the monks' bodies, thereby playing a heaven-defying effect of changing muscles and marrow, and reborn.

Legend has it that when the body is tempered to a certain degree, it can even ascend in broad daylight, and the body will become holy, and from then on it will be ranked in the immortal class, with the same lifespan as the heaven and earth, and the same glory as the sun and the moon.

Of course, those are all legends.

But even so, Xiao Mian also looked up to the role of Wulouzi.

Xiao Mian has been practicing the "Ten Thousand Poisons Curse". It has been a short time now, and the side effects are not obvious. However, if the time is long, and Xiao Mian refines more spiritual materials into his body, it is inevitable that there will be a backlash of ten thousand poisons like Bai Caiwei, and this Wu Leak Zi is the savior!

Using Wu Leak Zi to wash the body is like washing clothes and rubbing cloth. It can filter out all the impurities in the body, so as to achieve the perfect state of whole body.

After Xiao Mian swept all the Wu Leak Zi on the five strange trees, he still did not give up, and even thought of transplanting these five strange trees into the cold stone box and taking them to the outside world.

"It's really greedy! I told you that this Wu Leak Zi can only be generated inside the Wu Leak Gate. Are you going to move the Wu Leak Gate away as well?"

"Is there a way to move it away?"

"..., just pretend I didn't say it!"

After laughing and joking for a while, Xiao Mian put away the more than 100 Wu Leak Zi and looked at the scene inside the white city.

There was a road facing the city gate, which led straight ahead. On both sides of the road, there was a huge and boundless garden. All the plants planted in the garden were rare spiritual objects in the outside world. Many of them were unfamiliar to Xiao Mian.

However, the huge city was still empty, and there was not even a living thing. In the weirdness, there was a trace of panic-inducing silence.

For this strange white city that appeared in the strange oasis, Xiao Mian had thought about ignoring it, turning around and leaving, and turning a blind eye to it.

However, he had been in the Death Sand Island for more than a month by accident, but still could not find the edge of the Death Sand Island.

This showed that Xiao Mian's previous stupid method did not work at all. Xiao Mian even suspected that he thought he was walking along a straight line, but in fact he might not even be going around in circles. If so, Xiao Mian might have spent his whole life here.

This was naturally something Xiao Mian could not allow. Although the white city that appeared now was extremely weird, it might be Xiao Mian's only hope to leave the Death Sand Island. Moreover, after the incident with Wulouzi, Xiao Mian was full of expectations for this unpredictable journey.

As the saying goes, a man cannot become rich without unexpected wealth, and a horse cannot become fat without night grass. How can I know that this is not my opportunity, Xiao Mian? If I am not willing to take any risks, what kind of immortality can I cultivate and what kind of Taoism can I ask?

Thinking of this, Xiao Mian gritted his teeth and walked on the road that led directly to an unknown place.

Along the way, he saw some precious spiritual flowers, spiritual herbs, and spiritual fruits. Xiao Mian picked them and kept them in the cold stone box left by Li Mudao. If there were spiritual plants that even Guitou didn't recognize, Xiao Mian would transplant the whole plant into the cold stone box and leave it for the outside world in the future, and then check the information and wait for the price. Although I don't know if I can leave the Death Sandbar in the end, it is not Xiao Mian's style to not pick up lost things on the road.

If I leave the Death Sandbar in the future, but don't pick up these readily available spiritual herbs, that would be a blunder that would make people vomit blood.

After walking and stopping for a quarter of an hour, the end of the road was in sight.

Seeing the magnificent building at the end of the road, Xiao Mian's originally tense mind relaxed slightly, because it was a Buddhist temple - the Wheel King Temple!

Although Guitou had always been belittling Buddhism and Buddhist practitioners, saying nothing good about them, through his contact with the two venerables, Fu Hu and Jiang Long, Xiao Mian felt that although Buddhist practitioners were a little unreasonable, they were compassionate.

If it was a Buddhist temple, it should be safer, right?

I don't know if it was because of the existence of the leak-free door that everything in Shanjian City was no longer guarded, and therefore, there was no mystery in the temple gate of the Wheel King Temple.

With a creak, Xiao Mian pushed open the largest of the three temple gates.

The first thing to bear the brunt was a sculpture of a monk with a big belly. The big monk sat on the ground, lying like a mountain, with a golden body, but a big smile on his face.

Xiao Mian frowned, walked around the Buddha statue, and continued to move forward.

After a while, they arrived at the main hall.

Not only was the door of the main hall wide open, but there were also faint sounds of Sanskrit inside. Xiao Mian was stunned for a moment, and realized that the sound was familiar.

Curious, Xiao Mian stepped into the main hall.

Sure enough, he saw a man sitting cross-legged in the hall with his back to the door, and the Sanskrit sounds came from his mouth. When he saw the back, Xiao Mian suddenly realized that this kid was the little monk who appeared in Wanzong City.

But, how could he appear here?

Full of doubts, Xiao Mian came to the little monk. Just when he was about to ask, he was surprised to see a man walking around from behind the giant Buddha in the center of the hall.

This man was very old, and it turned out to be an old monk!

"Amitabha! I am meditating, please don't disturb me!" The old monk had long white eyebrows, looking like a high-level monk. Xiao Mian suddenly had an idea and guessed the other party's identity. Thinking of what Wan Zongsheng said to the young monk that day, and the conversation between Bai Yuxi and Bai Caiwei later, it was obvious that they went to Xishuzhou to find the old monk, and it was probably this person, the old monk who was the most powerful in the legend of Xishuzhou and was honored as the "old holy monk". Xiao Mian was shocked and bowed quickly: "Junior Xiao Mian from Nanyuezhou, meet the old senior!"

"No need to be polite! Are you Xiao Mian? I heard from my disciple that you made a lot of trouble in Wanzong City. Why did you come to my Xishuzhou again?"

"Junior dare not!"

While bowing his head, Xiao Mian was shocked: from the old monk's words, is he already in Xishuzhou?

However, considering the vastness of the Death Sandbar and the weirdness of this city, if the space suddenly changed, it would not be surprising.

But the little monk did not seem to say anything good about himself in front of the old monk?

Humph! This little bald donkey!

"Amitabha! Donor, do not disrespect my Buddhist disciples!"

As if he had seen through Xiao Mian's inner thoughts, the old monk said so.

Xiao Mian was stunned, and then shocked: This old guy... old monk... is the old monk going to become a Buddha?

How come he knows everything he is thinking?

No!

This seems to be one of the six fundamental magical powers of Buddhism, telepathy! ?

The old monk is really amazing!

"Little donor! This time you can enter the gate of no leakage, it is your chance, those no leakages are the gifts from the old monk." The old monk's words calmed Xiao Mian's uneasy heart instantly, and then he heard the old monk continue to say: "Today is the birthday of my Buddha. Little donor has Buddha nature, and you have a great chance with my Buddha. Why don't you meditate and chant with me, maybe there will be unexpected opportunities!"

"Buddha's birthday? As far as I know, isn't the Buddha's birthday on April 8th?"

"Little donor! Look at my Buddha's holy face!"

Xiao Mian subconsciously looked up when he heard the words, and saw the golden Buddha on the hall was three feet tall, with golden light shining all over, kind eyebrows and good eyes, and Buddha's light lingering.

Unconsciously, Xiao Mian sat cross-legged beside the little monk, imitating the little monk, clasping his hands together, closing his eyes slightly, and chanting something...

From beginning to end, the old monk just looked at Xiao Mian quietly, until Xiao Mian was completely in a trance, and then the old monk disappeared behind the huge golden Buddha again.

In this way, only Xiao Mian and the little monk were left in the empty hall. The two had the same posture, the same expression, the same worship, and the same chanting. The only difference was that one was bald and the other was not.

As time went by, the expressions of the two gradually became the same, and the chanting gradually became unified, as if there was only one voice chanting in the hall.

At this time, Xiao Mian was quite confused. Although he knew that he was chanting, he could not remember why he was chanting. He only knew that he had to chant, and he had to chant continuously until the end of time, until he died...

At this time, a rather urgent shout exploded in Xiao Mian's mind.

"Xiao Mian! Why don't you wake up quickly!?"

A thunderous sound woke Xiao Mian up.