The Nirvana Temple is also in a mess.

Although the heroes of the Qilu Shenwu Alliance, the monks who returned to Lin'an were cleaning up the devastated temple after the war.

The Iron-Nuo monk carried the Buddha statue that was blown down and was about to put it back on the hall, but suddenly felt a gust of spiritual wind blowing, blowing into the flesh and blood, making people clear their minds.

Aura?

Tie Niu suddenly frowned, looking at the source of spiritual energy, the direction was on the other side of the imperial city.

"Is this the reboot of the All Spirit Array?"

The monk thought:

"Is the evil formation not destroyed? There are still demons who want to do evil?"

"Clang"

The Buddha statue was put back to the hall, and the monk ran out of the hall with a heavy Zen stick. He had already seen his junior brother and a group of Buddhists waiting there, and they all felt the spiritual energy brought by the activation of the All Spirit Array.

Everyone frowned.

"My junior brothers, follow me to remove the demons!"

Tie Niu shouted, and took the monk out of the temple. As soon as he arrived at the door, he encountered Qingqing, Shan Gui and others who were guarding by Li Baoguo and others, who were escorted by the Tiance Yaoguang guards.

Seeing Zhang Lan sitting on the saddle of the monks with fierce aura, she knew what these guys were thinking.

“No need to go.”

Xihua Gong played with the black fan and said to Tie Niu and others:

"It's not that the evil formation is restarted, nor that Penglai is doing evil. All the monks are sitting there. That's our people from the Wangchuan Sect who are cracking the mystery of the evil formation and trying to turn it into their own use."

"so?"

Tie Niu felt relieved.

He put down his Zen Staff and asked the fellow disciples to continue to clear the Nirvana Temple. He turned around and looked at Qingqing and others, pronounced the Buddha's name and asked:

"Most of the Nirvana Temple is destroyed and it is not convenient to receive guests. Is the donors here? "

"Of course there is something wrong."

Zhang Lan glanced at Qingqing's hand holding the reins, and he replied on his behalf:

"The princess came here to talk to the new chairman of Nirvana Temple. Regarding the monks' help to the Great Chu, we also heard that Zen Master Yuanwu was seriously injured, so we immediately rushed to investigate the injuries.

Tie Niu, I am acquaintance with you, so don’t stop me.”

"Then please do whatever you want."

Tienniu hesitated for a moment and let go.

Qingqing had something to do, so she didn't say a word. She came forward and Zhang Lan said something to Li Baoguo. The handsome general of Tiance nodded and took Yaoguangwei into the temple. Some of them were guarding outside the hall. The others got off the horse and helped the monks in Nirvana Temple clean up the mess.

Tieniu said that it is not convenient for Nirvana Temple to receive guests now, and it is not an excuse.

Because at this time, affairs related to inheritance were being carried out in the hall. Mustard monk sat cross-legged on the cushion, and Monk Yuanwu was opposite him, and the master and apprentice were connected one after another with their palms.

The thick true energy that has turned into the innate qi, stirring up waves and was being transferred from Zen Master Yuanwu to the Mustard Monk's place.

Initiation and transmission of merit.

When Qingqing, Zhang Lan and others walked into the hall, the transmission of the power was coming to an end.

At this time, there was spiritual energy echoing in the air, which made Buddhist words like golden bodies appear around the old monk Yuanwu, shining endlessly, and the dragon Buddha stick next to it was also buzzing constantly.

Taoist Ziwei, who was protecting next to her, made a ban on everyone's voice and signaled them not to disturb them.

The old monk Yuanwu was seriously injured.

The previous battle was targeted by the Penglai Ancestor as his weak point, and the newly formed dragon-subdued golden body was broken by various spells, causing the meridians in the body to be almost confused. After the golden body was damaged, he fought hard to suppress the water curtain in the sky.

After the war, there was a sign that the oil was gone and the lamp was gone.

The old monk is kind-hearted. It can be said that the death battle in Lin'an City has been fought until now, so that the people in the martial arts world will not be destroyed. Most of the reason is that the old monk gave up his own exchange.

He is the oldest among the masters of the Heavenly List. Although he has the innate Qi to nourish his body and does not show his age, he is not as quick as Taoist Ziwei, who is in his prime, recovers quickly.

After this serious injury, he was already showing his old age.

At this time, I may have done the work of passing on my work, because I felt that my injuries were too serious and I could not return to my full height, so I had to pass on my robe and bowl so that Nirvana Temple would not decline.

As for the Mustard Monk.

This monk had been slaughtered before. There were nine-point scars on his round forehead, and half of the Buddha and half of the ghost's face. At this time, there was the light of the true energy of Nirvana flowing.

With the filling of spiritual energy, these Buddhist techniques also show even more magical powers.

Even though he was a master, he had led the monks to subdue demons and eliminate demons in the city. The gray monk robe was stained with blood. Now when he was passed on the power, he also had a heavy aura, pressing into the hall.

It is impossible to achieve success and become a master of the Heavenly List by using the power of the passing of the power. After all, physical training is a time to grind.

A Qing, a great master who was initiated, is an exception among the special cases. It is the secret method of immortality passed down by Yaoguangjun, and it is not available without Fan's bloodline.

The Mustard Monk is a member of the Fan family, but unfortunately the old Monk Yuanwu is not.

Only this traditional method can be used.

Behind Yuanwu, his junior brother, Zen Master Yuanfa, who did not practice martial arts but had a profound Buddhist teachings, was holding a yellow monk's robe, a red cassock, and another old monk holding a wooden box in his hand.

Among them, the secret martial arts scriptures from the Pure Land Tathagata Sect that were complemented by the Lord of the Mountain. By practicing this, you can cultivate the golden body of martial arts like perfect enlightenment.

Soon, as the true energy exploded, the old monk took back his left hand and placed it on his abdomen.

He opened his eyes.

The eyes that were always as clear as the sea in the past will be a little more chaos, as if the magic is faded away, and the two white eyebrows on the cheeks will also fall down weakly.

The old monk took a breath and whispered in a weak tone:

"I have been taught the method of the golden body and the dragon energy is also assisted by it. Unfortunately, my practice is still short and I have not yet achieved the stable golden body, so I have fought against a powerful enemy. Now that the golden body has been broken and the martial arts are destroyed, it will be difficult to achieve anything in my life.

My disciples should take it as a warning, cultivate Buddhist supernatural powers, and be sure to avoid arrogance and impetuousness.

As a master, he has given many tips of the wonderful method of the Golden Body to his disciples, which can be regarded as catching a path to practicing Buddhism and martial arts for his disciples. However, this Golden Body method is not all martial arts practice.

In the future, my disciples will have to read more Buddhism and ask you Master Yuan for advice on Buddhist principles. You have the idea of ​​Pure Land Tathagata in your heart. Martial arts and mind and nature will advance together to complement each other, so that you can achieve great success in your golden body.

Nowadays, there are evil spirits in the world. If you take over the position of presidency, you will take the monks in our temple to exert good deeds, promote Buddhism, protect sentient beings, and prevent demons from turmoiling the world."

"The disciple knows."

The mustard monk knelt forward and bowed in front of Monk Yuanwu with his promiscuous etiquette.

Two other old monks stepped forward, changed into gray monk's robes, put on cassocks, Buddhist beads, and iron cows held a dragon stick in their hands, standing respectfully beside the uncle. After the mustard monk saluted the Buddha statue in the Main Hall, he sent the Buddha stick on it.

A group of monks and monks recited the Buddha's name together. In their gaze, the mustard seed monk with solemn appearance stepped out of the hall surrounded by fellow practitioners.

From today on, he will be the new director of Nirvana Temple.

"Come with me! I have something to ask you."

When the Buddhas dispersed, Qingqing clenched her fists, said coldly to the Mustard Monk, turned her head and left.

The new host lowered his head, proclaimed the Buddha's name, followed the princess behind the princess, and went to a quiet courtyard with his hands on the dragon Buddha stick.

In the hall, Monk Yuanwu was resting when he saw Zhang Lan and Shan Gui coming again.

"master."

Zhang Lan clasped her hands together and gave a Buddhist ceremony.

He said:

"My sect leader is invited."

"Is the Forgetful Sect?"

The weak old monk had just finished his teachings and felt very tired. He raised his head, still smiling, and asked:

"You sect leader, is the donor Shen?"

"Um."

Zhang Lan opened the black fan with a silhouette, shook it twice, and said to the old monk:

"He once said that if we don't reach the Heavenly List, we won't start a sect. If the list is now complete, I, Wangchuan Sect, naturally, will be openly and upright in the world.

The master is very powerful today. He uses Buddhist Vajra methods to show the power of the Arhats to subdue demons, which makes me feel awe and emotion.

I would like to congratulate you this time, and the inheritance of Nirvana Temple has finally been completed."

The old monk Yuanwu smiled and listened to Zhang Lan's compliment, he said leisurely:

"Your father is not as good as you say this. You should tell the old monk first. What should I do if I am the old monk Chen Shi? I am afraid I am going to ask the old monk to pass away now, right?"

"The master was joking."

Zhang Lan curled her lips and said:

"I don't know what's going on, but I think it's definitely not for the master to die."

The mountain ghost next to him was wearing a mask and could not see the specific expression, but his eyes were strange. Zhang Lan didn't know some things, but he barely knew something. The old monk was afraid that it would be a little bit of a disaster when he went there.
To be continued...