Chapter 1027: The mysterious Tofu Tianzun

Chapter 1027 The mysterious Tofu Tianzun

“Tofu Tianzun?”

The little novice monk was shocked when he heard the existence in the sword tell about his past. This is really an extraordinary existence.

He thought about it for a long time, but he still didn't think of any ancient great power who used the word "tofu".

“Alas, that’s all, it seems that even I can’t escape the fate of being nameless for years.”

Toufu Tianzun let out a long sigh. I don’t know whether he was sighing at the ruthlessness of the years, or recalling that carefree era.

"It's a pity that the relationship between this temple and the temple is too heavy. If it were to trigger a shocking immortal war in this world, this small Xitian Temple would be reduced to ruins."

“Then, what should we do?” The little novice did not expect that a sword he picked up at random would be involved in so many things. He was trembling, fearing that it would touch some big cause and effect.

“I am temporarily living in this fairy sword just to eliminate the cause and effect. As long as you, a young monk, don’t reveal what happened to me, nothing will happen.”

“That’s good, that’s good. I have a tight mouth and will never tell anything about seniors.” The little novice monk said quickly.

“This is the best.”

After saying that, there was no sound from the sword. I don’t know if Tofu Tianzun was too lazy to speak or fell into a deep sleep.

 Knowing the origin of Tofu Tianzun, the little novice did not dare to neglect, let alone the idea of abandoning the fairy sword. He carefully held the fairy sword and tiptoed back to the Zen room.

In the Zen room is a big bunk that can accommodate six or seven people to sleep. The young novice quietly found a clean long strip of cloth, wrapped the Qingfeng sword, found his own place, placed it next to the pillow, and then fell asleep.

“Xin Ding, why did you take so long to go to the toilet last night?” When the little novice woke up in the morning, his companion asked him when he was getting dressed.

He slept so hard last night that he couldn't remember how long the little novice went to the toilet, but it felt like it took a long time.

“Amitabha, monks do not lie.”

"so?"

“So I can’t say it.” The little novice monk said seriously. He couldn’t tell anyone about Tofu Tianzun, otherwise it would destroy Xitian Temple. Now he is shouldering the heavy responsibility of saving Xitian Temple.

"ah?"

Woke up in the morning, the young novice monk got dressed, had a light breakfast, went to morning class and recited sutras, carried water, chopped firewood, and cleaned the courtyard with other monks. After doing all this, he meditated and entered concentration.

“Little monk, are you visualizing?” The dull and ancient voice of Doufu Tianzun came from the fairy sword. Doufu Tianzun noticed that the little novice had a foundation in cultivation, and he seemed to be at the fifth level of Qi training.

In front of the little novice monk was a yellowed picture of an Arhat subduing demons. He was visualizing this picture to stimulate his spiritual consciousness.

In the world of immortality cultivation, visualization methods are commonly used to increase spiritual awareness. Meng Jingzhou’s method of always suppressing instinctive impulses to increase spiritual awareness is a method used by very few people.

The little novice monk was suddenly startled. He looked around and found that neither the senior fellow apprentices who were meditating nor the deacon uncle heard the voice of Tianzun.

“Don’t look at it, this is a message transmitted by divine consciousness, others can’t hear it.”

The little novice monk then replied: "As far as Tianzun is concerned, yes."

“This is the most basic visualization diagram. If you want to get a better visualization diagram, you need to make a contribution to the temple and redeem it with merit points.”

The little novice monk smiled shyly and said: "But this picture of Arhat subduing demons is already very good. It is said that it was handed down from ancient times."

The thing in the hands of the little novice monk cannot be the original, it is just a rubbing of an ancient visualization diagram.

“Since you have met me, it means that you are destined to me, and I will pass on your real ancient visualization diagram, so as not to lose my face by telling it in the future.”

Tofu Tianzun used his divine consciousness as a mark to imprint a picture into the mind of the little novice monk.

"This is?!"

The little novice monk closed his eyes, and the imprint of Tofu Tianzun’s spiritual consciousness appeared in his mind.

It was a golden divine dragon soaring between heaven and earth. He was born to be the Nine-Five God. He was more domineering than any real dragon portrait that the little novice monk had ever seen in the book. The divine dragon frowned, and it attracted thunder from all over the sky, as if the heaven and earth were all changes with his will.

“This is one of the five founders of your Buddhist sect. I have had several encounters with him. This visualization can be called the Yinglong visualization.”

One of the five founders of Buddhism!

When the little novice monk heard these five characters, he was shocked in his heart. Isn’t the founder of Buddhism the World Honored One? How come it turned into five words in the mouth of the Heavenly Lord? !

The little novice monk followed the visualization of the Dragon Master and found that the stimulating effect on spiritual consciousness is far greater than that of the Arhat Conquering Demons!

Generally speaking, the stronger the characters in the visualization picture are, the greater the impact their deeds will have on the world. If it is related to the meditator’s skill, the better the visualization effect will be.

The effect is so good, it shows that the real dragon in the visualization picture is related to Buddhism, and its status in Buddhism is absolutely ridiculous!

He is really one of the founders of Buddhism!

The little novice monk felt more and more that Tofu Tianzun was unfathomable, and this random thing given to him subverted his cognition.

“I dare to ask Tianzun, what happened to the five founders of Buddhism?”

“Your cultivation is too low, and it’s not time to know the secrets of ancient times.”

"yes."

From the perspective of the visualization method, Lu Yang was actually also visualizing, but he was visualizing a living person and an immortal fairy, not a picture.

This is equivalent to Lu Yang contemplating all the time, and his spiritual awareness is naturally far beyond that of his peers.

“I don’t know what your little monk’s name is.”

“The young monk is determined and is a handyman monk in the Zaoyiyuan.”

“Submit the mental ape and fix the universe, a good dharma title.”

The mysterious Tofu Heavenly Lord gave him an ancient visualization chart. The little novice monk felt that his spiritual cultivation was advancing rapidly, and he had never felt so happy before.

As several days passed, the consciousness of concentration became stronger and stronger, and the whole person's energy and spirit changed. However, other monks were in contact with concentration every day and could not notice this small change.

On this day, after finishing the meditation, I walked out of the meditation room. Suddenly a stone flew towards me, aiming at the forehead of my mind.

As if he had noticed something, he turned his head and avoided this attack.

"How many days have passed, Junior Brother Xing Ding, and your skills are quite impressive?" Several of the monks said with a scornful smile. The leader of the monks still held a few stones in his hand.

"It turns out to be Senior Brother Xincheng." Xingding responded calmly, as if he didn't know that Xincheng was deliberately hitting him with a stone, which made Xincheng feel like his punch was hitting the cotton, and it was useless.

“It’s sincerity, why is he here?”

“Don’t you know yet, the selection for the Monk Academy is about to begin, and he is grabbing merit points from all over the place to exchange for items for the selection!”

“I also heard that he met a senior fellow from the Wu Monk Academy, and the senior brother from the Wu Monk Academy gave him a fragmented picture of the Xiang Elephant Crossing the River.”

“What, it’s actually a broken picture of the fragrant elephant crossing the river. That’s a visual picture that we can’t even afford after working as a handyman for half our lives!”

“Yes, Junior Brother Xingding is probably in trouble.” (End of this chapter)

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