Chapter 1108

"Amitabha! Excellent, excellent!"

Seeing this, Master Zhan Hui clasped his hands together and bowed his head, secretly praising, "Buddhism is boundless!"

"Zhan Hui, are you in the temple?

Where are Changsheng and the others? "A loud voice came from the upper left side of Master Zhan Hui.

"Ah?

Master Yuandao? "

Master Zhan Hui turned his head and saw a monk who was much thinner than him floating in the air. He couldn't help but exclaim. However, when he looked behind him and saw two other old monks floating in the air, he was even more shocked. "Master Yuanming, Master Yuanwu, you … have all come out?"

"How can we not know about the changes in the Guiyuan Tower?

How can we hide and cultivate peacefully? "A monk's voice was a little hoarse." Where is Changsheng?

Is he not in the temple? "

"Yes, Master Yuanming. Abbot Changsheng left the temple long ago with Junior Brother Changgeng and Senior Brother Changxing, as well as a group of disciples in the temple!"

"Eh?

Such a big commotion?

What are they doing there? "

"Master Yuanwu, according to the disciple's report, a seven-colored radiance has appeared in Yao Mountain recently. It's rumored that an immortal treasure has appeared. Abbot Changsheng brought the disciples to investigate!"

"An immortal treasure?"

Master Yuanwu frowned and nodded slightly. "Then we should go and take a look. Don't let that thing fall into the hands of others!"

"Yes, Abbot Changsheng said so too. That's why he let the disciples stay in the temple while he brought the elites of the temple … to Yao Mountain. He wants to bring the immortal treasure back to the Dalin Temple and keep it by Buddha's side!"

"Mm." Master Yuanwu ignored him and looked at Yuanming and Yuandao. The three of them were expressionless.

"Master Yuanwu, this Guiyuan Tower …" After waiting for a while and looking at the Buddhist radiance for a while, Master Zhan Hui probed, "According to the records in the temple, the Dalin Temple has a teaching. The appearance of the Buddhist radiance in the Guiyuan Tower is a Guiyuan Tribulation. All accomplished monks will have to face this tribulation. I wonder … how will the Dalin Temple deal with this?"

Master Yuandao was expressionless. He looked at the soaring radiance and the Buddhist Kingdom in the radiance and said, "How will we deal with it?

We've already dealt with it. What else can we do? "

"This …" Grandmaster Zhan Hui was slightly taken aback, but he immediately understood. He put his palms together and chanted, "This disciple understands. Excellent, excellent!"

As he spoke, the Buddhist light on the Origin Returning Tower shone brightly, as if it was about to burn. In the blink of an eye, a pitch-black fog abruptly appeared from the bottom of the Buddhist light. The moment the black fog appeared, it turned into a black thread that wrapped around the bottom of the Buddhist light.

Then, they saw the black line move upwards, bit by bit, gradually engulfing the Buddha's Flame. The originally nine-colored light slowly turned black. When the entire Buddha's Light was dyed black, the surroundings of the pagoda forest became gloomy. The monks could not help but shrink their necks.

After the Buddhist light turned black, its shape began to change. After a while, it gradually stabilized. From afar, it looked like a black lotus!

"Origin Returning Tribulation!

This is the Origin Returning Tribulation! "

Master Yuandao muttered. "Although the Buddhist Dharma is boundless, it doesn't transcend those who are not fated. Only by facing the tribulation with one's body can one cultivate the boundless tribulation and transcend the boundless!"

"That's right. Buddha is merciful. He faced the tribulation with his body and transformed into a Buddhist lotus. He underwent nirvana with the Demonic Tribulation, bathing in the demonic flames to be reborn. This is the Origin Returning Tribulation!"

The black fire lotus verified Master Yuandao's mutterings. With a few swaying motions, it suddenly converged. The Origin Returning Tower returned to its original appearance. The surrounding sky and white mountains also returned to their original colors!

Master Zhan Hui had only read the manuals and had never seen it before. At that moment, he was dumbfounded by what he saw. When he saw such a mesmerizing scene, he could not help but exclaim. Following that, he rubbed his eyes in disbelief and exclaimed again, "Eh?"

This was because in his eyes, the Origin Returning Tower seemed to have suffered damage to its Yuan Qi. It looked like a person, a lot more dispirited!

"How … How is this possible?"

Master Zhan Hui was about to take a closer look when he saw a figure transform from behind the Origin Returning Tower and fly straight towards them!

"Who … Who is this?"

Master Zhan Hui was completely dumbfounded. Today was truly an eye-opener for him. There was actually a monk with a cultivation level higher than Master Yuandao and company?

Of course, the figure quickly arrived in front of him. It was a bald monk!

"Could it be … the one from the Origin Returning Tower …" Master Zhan Hui's heart skipped a beat. However, when he saw the monk's face gradually turn clear, Master Zhan Hui could not help but feel puzzled. "Why … Why does this old monk look so familiar?

But … where have I seen him before? "

Not only was Master Zhan Hui puzzled, all the monks in the Dalin Temple were dumbfounded. Only Master Yuandao, Master Yuanming, and Master Yuanwu, who were floating in midair, showed reverence when they saw the old monk. They conjured their Dharmic powers and went forward to welcome him. When they came close, they pressed their palms together and bowed. "Greetings Master Heavenly Dipper!"

"Master Heavenly Dipper … He is Master Heavenly Dipper!"

Master Zhan Hui let out a sound from the bottom of his heart. The expression on his face was immediately replaced by reverence and desire. It was as if he had seen a figure from a dream.

Master Zhan Hui could not help but feel reverence for him. Master Heavenly Dipper was three generations older than Master Zhan Hui and was also from the Prajna Hall. He was a famous figure in the pugilistic world a hundred years ago. His cultivation in the Way of Immortality was comparable to the previous Sakra of the Tenryū Sect. In the stories of the Dalin Temple a hundred years ago, Master Heavenly Dipper was almost always the main character. His limelight completely overshadowed the abbot of his generation. He was almost the representative of the Dalin Temple.

A hundred years ago, the pugilistic world might not know who the abbot of the Dalin Temple was, but it was impossible not to know the name of Master Heavenly Dipper from the Prajna Hall!

However, later on, Heavenly Dipper killed his way to the Tenryū Sect alone and wanted to fight with the leader of the Tenryū Sect, Sakra, to see who was the most powerful person in the world. However, Heavenly Dipper never returned. No one in the pugilistic world knew the result of that battle, and no one knew who was the most powerful person in the world. The Tenryū Sect also did not announce the result of that battle. However, not long after, the Tenryū Sect ceased all activities in the pugilistic world and lost a lot of their arrogance!

Master Zhan Hui grew up listening to the legends of Master Heavenly Dipper. Now that he saw the real person, how could he not be shocked?

An all-powerful figure a hundred years ago had actually survived until now!

Master Heavenly Dipper descended to the same height as Master Yuandao and the rest. He also bowed slightly and said in a low voice, "Have you … seen the Origin Returning Tribulation?"

"This disciple has seen it, please enlighten me!"

Master Heavenly Dipper shook his head, "This old monk has nothing to enlighten you on. The last Origin Returning Tribulation was a hundred years ago. This old monk's cultivation is not high, so I did not go deep into the pugilistic world to face the tribulation. The Dalin Temple did not have many changes, and the pugilistic world did not have any big waves. This is the first time this old monk has seen it, just like all of you!"

Then, he turned to look at the Origin Returning Tower and said, "This old monk felt the change in the Qi of Heaven and Earth and rushed over immediately. I saw the whole process of the Origin Returning Tribulation, but … the Origin Returning Tower is a space of its own. Divine sense cannot enter, so this old monk also does not know what happened inside."

"Then … how should we face the tribulation?" Master Yuanming asked carefully.

"Didn't Changsheng already go out?

Yao Mountain has a magical treasure of the Immortal Dao, causing the entire pugilistic world to be in an uproar. This is the place where we face the tribulation! "

"We will follow Master's instructions and leave the temple to search for Martial Nephew Changsheng!"

"Mm, you all go first. This old monk will go when the time is right!"

After Master Heavenly Dipper finished speaking, he flew in front of Master Zhan Hui and said with a smile, "Zhan Hui, you bear the heavy responsibility of guarding the temple, so you don't have to face the tribulation. Take care of yourself!"

"Yes!" Master Zhan Hui bowed and lowered his head.

When he looked up, Master Heavenly Dipper had already flown into the Dalin Temple in the direction of the Sutra Depository!

"Ah???" Master Zhan Hui finally remembered. Wasn't Master Heavenly Dipper the old monk who swept the floor of the Sutra Depository?

Ever since he was young … he had been sweeping the floor of the Sutra Depository!

"It's alright …" Master Zhan Hui recalled. Although he was surprised by Master Heavenly Dipper in the Sutra Depository, he had always been respectful and did not show any disrespect.

Master Yuandao, Master Yuanming, and Master Yuanwu looked at each other and lowered their heads, saying, "Martial Nephew Zhan Hui, we'll leave the Dalin Temple to you. Discipline your disciples and take care of yourself!"

"I understand!" Master Zhan Hui pressed his palms together and bowed. "I wish the three of you a speedy return from the tribulation!"

"Mm ~" Master Yuandao and the others nodded slightly. With a flick of their sleeves, they floated into the air and gradually disappeared into the distance!

Seeing the three masters' backs disappear, Master Zhan Hui waved his hand and shouted, "Disciples … return to the temple immediately. Without my permission, you are not to leave the temple!"

"Yes ~" The disciples of the Dalin Temple finally heaved a sigh of relief. They did not know about the Origin Returning Tribulation, so their eyes were filled with curiosity and passion.

In just a moment, the Dalin Temple's forest of pagodas returned to the silence that had remained unchanged for tens of thousands of years. Not a single monk remained in the Dalin Temple. However … what remained unchanged was the surface. What about the inside of the forest of pagodas?

What about the inside of the Origin Returning Tower?

Who would know?

Perhaps the cold wind that had remained unchanged for tens of thousands of years and the setting sun that had remained unchanged since time immemorial would reveal … everything that no one knew!

Outside Ping Yang City, in the meeting hall of the Ethereal Heights, Chu Yunfei was telling Li Jian and the others about the actions of the young disciples of the Misty School led by Hu Yunyi over the past few years. Just then, he saw Zhang Xiaohu walk in with a relaxed expression.

"Sect Leader Zhang ~" Chu Yunfei stood up politely.

When Li Jian and the others heard this, they also turned around and hurriedly stood up. Wen Wenhai took a few steps forward and asked with concern, "How is it?

Xiaohu, what … did we do? "

While Zhang Xiaohu was away, Wen Wenhai thought of all the possible solutions. They could only silence them by killing them. However … putting aside the fact that Zhang Xiaohu's martial arts were not good enough, even if they killed the two of them, how would the disciples of the Misty School be able to deal with the disciples of the Fragrance Cult who were on par with them in terms of strength?

The young disciples of the Misty School and the older generation of disciples who had recovered some of their martial arts were only slightly stronger than the disciples of the Fragrance Cult!

Seeing his master's concern, Zhang Xiaohu smiled and said, "Don't worry, Master. Don't worry!"

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