Chapter 120 Fairy Messenger
Keywords: purple gold bowl, the instrument of proof
Xiuzhen City is directly north of Fortune City, and the two cities are separated by a strait. It can be said that Xiuzhen City is a huge island on the sea. Around the main island of Xiuzhen City, there are 108 small islands, large and small, and each island has many Taoist priests who cultivate immortals. Many small islands are like stars holding the moon, setting the main city in the middle. The main city is built on the top of Zixia Mountain, which can be said to be a majestic treasure hall in Xianshan Mountain. Standing by the sea, looking from afar, you can see the ancient fairy palace hall in the mountains.
On this day, a distinguished guest came to the Fairy Palace Hall in Zixia Mountain.
After bathing and changing clothes, Qingfeng Taoist, the owner of Xiuzhen City, burned incense to worship Sanqing Daozun, and then walked out of the hall to pick up the distinguished guests.
"Welcome the messenger!" Qingfeng Taoist's eyes only stayed on the bridge of the messenger's nose and did not dare to look up a little more. Then he threw himself to the ground and worshiped the messenger.
The messenger of the fairyland wears a plain Taoist robe, and the Taoist bone fairy wind is like a white crane.
Lin Yan smiled indifferently and gently waved his sleeves. Qingfeng Taoist only felt a soft fairy rising under his feet and lifted him up.
"The poor road has only survived a thunderstorm. Although it is called a 'fairy', it is only one layer more than Qingfeng Taoist friends. Why should Taoist friends be polite?"
Qingfeng Taoist secretly shocked himself. He asked respectfully, "Dare to ask the immortal messenger, what is the task this time, please make it clear."
"The wisdom of Taoist friends!" When Lin Yan heard Qingfeng Taoist shouting "Immortal Messenger", he was happy and took out a book from his broad cuffs with smiles: "These are 'three fairy arts'. Taoist friends must practice diligently and strive to survive the first thunder disaster as soon as possible and be promoted to immortals."
Qingfeng Taoist was stunned on the spot and frowned gently: "Excuse me, fairy messenger, how can the path zombie pure yin body come out of Yangs and be promoted to immortals?"
"The shelling technique, one of the three immortal arts, can fulfill your wish." Lin Yan looked at the Qingfeng Taoist with a smile: "I will stay in the human world for a few more days this time."
Of course, Qingfeng Taoist understood the meaning of Lin Yan's words, so he invited two disciples and ordered them. Then he came to Lin Yan, stretched out his hands, and respectfully took the book containing three fairy arts.
"Immortal messenger, please!" Qingfeng Taoist made a gesture of invitation: "The path has arranged for you to rest in the True Fairy Palace."
Lin Yan was full of ambition: "Last time, I let Chongtong Wu Zun escape a wisp of distraction and let him be reincarnated. Fortunately, you reported in time that this time I was able to destroy him before he grew up. You are a great achievement! If I succeed and reward you, I will definitely not treat you badly.
"The path has been lurking for ten thousand years. In order to help the fairyland do things, even if you go through fire and water, the path will not hesitate!" Qingfeng Taoist became a flatterer in front of Lin Yan, and every sentence made Lin Yan smile.
"People think that the heavy pupil witch has survived nine heavenly disasters, and even the earthquake Bodhisattva who had not yet proved the fruit position of the Bodhisattva was deceived by him. In fact, this immortal knows it clearly. The zombie who calls himself 'heavy pupil witch master' is just a golden armored corpse king who has survived five zombie witch disasters!"
Lin Yan saw Qingfeng Taoist's face with doubt and said proudly, "At the time of the lower world, the prince once told me the secret ten thousand years ago. Now I tell you that anyone who has survived six thunderstorms can fly up to the land. At that time, the heavy pupil witch master survived the sixth zombie witch disaster and was killed by the guard of the heavenly king when he was about to fly up. At that time, the prince was still a messenger of the fairyland and personally experienced the war that caused a sensation in the whole source.
"What the fairy messenger said was that it was the prince at that time who showed great mercy and spared the path that the path had today's ten thousand years of Taoism and shocking cultivation. Otherwise, Xiaodao would have died with the Lord of the Witch Gate in that war. Qingfeng Taoist resounded the fierce battle ten thousand years ago, and there was still a lingering palpitation.
The two walked as they spoke and quickly arrived at the True Fairy Palace.
After Lin Yan sat down, Qingfeng Taoist personally poured a cup of tea for the former.
"Not to mention the nonsense. Since Li Daqi has not yet crossed the disaster, the Buddhist world has not yet sent messengers here. Then, after three days of rest, I will start to remove all the obstacles on the source earth for you. Coupled with your efforts, it will be a matter of time before the fairyland will spread throughout the whole human world in the future!" Lin Yan put down the teacup and his eyes flashed with fine light.
Three days later.
On the vast sea, the top of the ten thousand pagodas.
Lin Yan, dressed in white, looked at the Bodhi Master with a smile, who put his hands together and his face was full of compassion.
"The immortal messenger is coming, and the little monk is far away!"
Lin Yan's eyes moved and instantly detected the body of the Bodhi mage with the unique strong divine consciousness of the immortals, and then said in surprise, "You have actually restored the human body. Where is the zombie body?"
"It's just a meat skin bag. We Buddhists regard the body like a shackle. If we want to prove the fruit of Bodhi, we must abandon the flesh. At present, the little monk's body is just illusory. The so-called color is empty, and empty is color. Why do immortals have to cling to the colored body? The Bodhi Master has the demeanor of a Taoist monk and is neither humble nor arrogant in the face of immortal messengers who are dozens of times stronger than him.
"Ingless Heavenly Lord!" Lin Yan closed his eyes and said, then stared at the Bodhi Master and asked fiercely, "Do you know the purpose of this fairy coming this time?"
The Bodhi Master still maintains the state of the ancient well: "Please teach me!"
"The immortal Taoist system is not allowed to be interfered with by the Buddha world. If you are smart, you will leave as soon as possible, and you may be poisoned by this immortal!" A murder flash flashed in Lin Yan's eyes, and the murderous spirit on his body instantly turned into a ferocious form of fire, floating around him, as if as long as Master Bodhi moved, he would kill the latter's life.
"Since the immortal is a immortal, there must be compassion. How can you be murderous?"
"Do you dare to teach me a lesson?" Lin Yan hummed coldly.
The Bodhi Master smiled gently: "How dare the little monk, but what the little monk says is right, how can he talk nonsense? The so-called monks don't talk about false words, don't you understand?
Lin Yan found that he hated the bald monk in front of him more and more: "Don't talk nonsense. Since you know the intention of this fairy, why don't you escape?"
"The little monk has some experience in studying Buddhism in the Buddhist world. Today, I want to compete with the immortals. I don't know what the immortals' intentions?" Master Bodhi put his hands together, said Amitabha, and then said.
"The tone is not small, and I dare to compete with the immortals!" Lin Yan waved his hand casually, and there was a small man in his palm. He pressed his big hand down, and the little man turned three times and fell between the Bodhi Master and him.
Qingfeng Taoist was still in isolation to understand the three immortal arts. He didn't want a huge attraction around him, so he suddenly made him fall into it involuntarily, and then his eyes lit up and appeared on the top of the ten thousand pagodas.
"Well, yes, in just three days, you have realized the shelling fairy art, and now you have nothing to do with the dirty zombie." Lin Yan looked at the ignorant Taoist and said, "Isn't it doubtful that you are not a zombie now? Why can you stand on the top of this inviolable pagoda?"
When Qingfeng Taoist heard the words, he nodded quickly. For Lin Yan, he did not dare to be rebellious at all.
"What do you see?" Lin Yan smiled slightly, spread out his palm, and a purple gold bowl came out of thin air.
At the sight of the Bodhi Master and the Qingfeng Taoist, they exclaimed at the same time: "The monk king's magic sea becomes the weapon!"
When Qingfeng Taoist saw this, he was very excited. The messenger of the fairy world who can control the weapon of the monk King Fahai Chengdao must be the most valued immortal of the king of the fairy world. With such an acquired treasure, it will be a great help to remove the obstacles on the source star earth. He couldn't be unhappy. He was so happy that he was simply carried away.
However, when Master Bodhi saw this, his heart thumped, and his whole body seemed to fall into the abyss in an instant, sinking into the ice altar, with an inexplicable chill covering all his consciousness.
What a realm Lin Yan naturally found that Bodhi mage's body was strange and smiled and said, "Master, I have other things to do. Why not do this? If you want to learn fairy art in the fairyland with the Buddhist law of Buddhism, then let Qingfeng come to compete with you."
After saying these words, Lin Yan groaned at the uncertain Bodhi Master, and then motioned the Qingfeng Taoist with his eyes. Then he handed over the bowl in his hand to the latter, put on an unfathomable expression, and slowly said, "Qingfeng, have a good time with him."
"Yes, the messenger of heaven!"
Seeing the respectful appearance of the Qingfeng Taoist, like a devout believer, Lin Yan suddenly smiled.
"I'm going to Li Daqi for a while. Don't hurt each other. Don't forget to stop!"
At Lin Yan's departure, Bodhi Master Gujing's face showed a trace of sadness. The weapon of the Buddha monk Wang Fahai actually fell into the hands of the messengers of the fairyland. What happened between the two worlds of immortals and Buddhas? With the purple gold bowl in hand, then the Qingfeng Taoist will be completely immune to Buddhism and can enter and exit the ten thousand pagodas at will. This is very bad for you. What should you do?
For a while, the Bodhi Master fell into a desperate situation!
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