Yi Chen smiled helplessly and frowned and thought for a long time. He suddenly pointed to the stone slab on the ground and asked: "Senior, why do you only engrave one of the six-character silhouettes of Tantric Buddhism? "

The old lama smiled and nodded repeatedly and said, "There is no other, only one, one is enough, one is enough."

After saying that, he waved his hand, and a gust of wind rose from the ground, opened his mouth, and a thunderous roar. "Hum" made Yi Chen take a quick step back more than ten steps, his whole body trembled, the stars in front of him swayed, and the blood was almost vomited out. In the sky, there was a faint vagueness of the golden snake flashing in the clouds, and a huge force enveloped the surroundings.

The old lama frowned and stuttered: "One word is enough... Why are you using six? I can subdue demons with one word, purify myself with one word, and shaking the world with one word, why do you need six?"

Yi Chen has no solution.

The old lama looked at the lightning flashing in the sky and murmured: "One word can achieve all the methods of thousands of Buddhist scriptures... One is enough, why do you need so many?"

Yi Chen's heart moved slightly, as if he had grasped some trick, but he couldn't think of it. The old lama probably had asked countless people this question, right? But Yi Chen didn't think anyone could answer his strange question. All lamas and monks were born from orthodox. It can be said that they believed that Buddhist scriptures and Buddhist principles were natural and natural. They followed the experience of their predecessors to practice. In the future, their cultivation became deeper and they naturally ascended to the Pure Land. How could this old lama do this? She had extremely powerful power, but she got into a slight problem.

The old lama looked at Yi Chen blankly and said blankly: "When I meditate, I can see the realm of bliss. When I am wandering, I can feel the divine power left by the Buddhas in this world... At the Potala Palace, I am the only one who has this kind of cultivation, but those who are not as good as me have ascended one after another. I have only a body of Buddha power and have been hesitating in the human world for a hundred years. Why? Why?... God said that you and I have a fate, tell me why?"

Yi Chen was shocked. If this stupid old lama had not bragged, he should have ascended a hundred years ago, but he still stayed here? Wouldn't he be even more powerful than his master? However, he really didn't know how to answer his question. Yi Chen didn't know the question at all, how to answer this question?

Yi Chen smiled bitterly: "Master, Buddha has thousands of incarnations to help the world. This is highly admired by the younger generation, but I am just a villain in the mediocre world. How can I know the virtues of the Buddha? Where can I answer the Master's question? You are wrong... God will remind you that we are destined to be a fate? Hehe, that must be God is drunk, this... Oh my God..."

A huge lightning flashed down from the sky, and Yi Chen flashed rapidly. The place where he stood was just now, a deep hole was cut by the infinite power of heaven. Yi Chen was stunned, it wasn't it? He usually cursed heaven and God as a way to eat for free. Today... it's not so evil, right?

The old lama pointed to the sky mysteriously: "Shh, God is listening... He said we are destined to be, so I must have ascended because of you, tell me why?"

Yi Chen felt so depressed. He muttered: "You can feel the power of the divine, so you ask those Buddhas yourself, I am just a mortal... Well, that's it... You see, I have no idea about Buddhist principles."

The old lama seemed not to hear Yi Chen's words, but muttered what he said just now, and he muttered: "The Buddha has thousands of incarnations to help the world, why do you need thousands of incarnations? I have a golden body, which is extremely powerful, so why do you need to change?"

Yi Chen said "Geda" in his heart, as if he had grabbed something. Suddenly, two flying star swords turned into two silver rainbows and broke through the air and twisted towards the old lama. The old lama shook his head: "It's useless." With a wave of his hand, the flying star sword retreated quickly, but he bounced his fingers casually on Yi Chen's sword light, and shook Yi Chen's sword light back.

Yi Chen scolded, and with a finger, two silver lights roared and turned into thousands of silver rainbows, like thunder and lightning in the sky, piercing the old lama. The old lama still wanted to use his fingers to bounce the sword lights away, but how could he be so fast? A crisp sound of "swish lala" was made, and the lama's robe, which had been broken on his body, was simply shattered into pieces, and he stood in Talin with a shriveled naked body.

Yi Chen was also scared. The Feixing Jian didn't even cut off a single hair of his hair? This was a bit outrageous.

However, Yi Chen had already thought about what to say. Before the old lama could come back to his senses, he yelled directly: "My two swords were useless, and thousands of swords worked; although the Buddha had infinite magic power, how could he respond to the requests of thousands of people in the world? He could only transform into thousands of people and do it one by one..." Yi Chen also tried his best. I care why you, the Buddha, had to become so many people. Anyway, I will make a fool of you. It would be best if you are confused and die in the end. In short, this also makes sense. If you don't believe it, you only want to let a policeman in London. Even if he is superman, you can't deal with so many little hooligans, right?

The old lama threw away the hammer and hit his head heavily. He thought for a while, as if he had grasped some key, but he couldn't think of it. He was so anxious that he was spinning around on the ground, and his face suddenly turned red.

Yi Chen shrugged his shoulders and said softly: "The six-character mantra of subduing demons, I think each has its own effect. If there is a master, it is natural to have ten thousand words. But how can ordinary monks have such powerful strength? They naturally divide their paths and stop, and do them one by one according to the needs... Just like our Taoist supreme demon subduing formation, one by one must not implement it. We must join forces to protect the flag gate one by one before we can implement this supreme magic trick."

The old lama stopped and stared at Yi Chen blankly.

Yi Chen frowned and said slowly: "The master must have practiced hard since he was a child, and has cultivated the immortal golden body for hundreds of kalpas. But what's the use of practicing himself alone? It's like a golden elixir of the great way that cannot connect to the universe, and cannot be able to embody the heart of heaven. Naturally, he will be addicted to the pursuit of his supreme power, but he will not be able to truly gain a glimpse of the supreme wonderful realm."

The old lama closed his eyes and said to himself: "Dharma, Dharma... Buddha has three thousand Dharmas, and all of them can achieve the right result?"

Yi Chen thought about it and said, yes, it seems like there is such a statement? So he nodded quickly.

The old lama tilted his head and thought: "Three thousand methods, three thousand methods, what's the use of so many? Why do you need so many? Convenience? What's the convenience? Why can't I become a Buddha? Can't I become a Buddha with my cultivation?"

Yi Chen rolled his eyes and said simply: "You are not worthy of becoming a Buddha, you are not worthy of becoming a Buddha at all. When have you ever seen those selfish and self-cultivated people become Buddhas? The Buddhist practice with supreme power inside and no ability to help the people outside. Why are you worthy of being a Buddha? Like a boy, you are just worthy of rolling in the world like me... Damn, God is not an idiot, who would make a selfish ghost become a Buddha? It's like I will never become an immortal in this life. Why do you become a Buddha?"

Yi Chen said it smoothly and then continued: "Look at your way of practicing, just pursue more powerful power, just let yourself cultivate into a golden body. In the Buddhist scriptures, who has achieved the right result will not have experienced hardships, died and saved all people for a lifetime, and then ascended to the world? Why do you become a Buddha? I ask you? Damn, for a solution to a problem, I have harassed me for most of the night. Did the Buddha do this? Damn, just this, if I were God, I wouldn't... Oh my God..."

A huge lightning flash slashed down. Yi Chen hurriedly dodged, looking at the golden snake dancing in the sky, feeling scared and never dared to talk nonsense again... He still believed that there were gods in the sky, but he would not respect those Western gods very much.

The old lama's eyes widened wider and he looked at Yi Chen tightly, and kept muttering: "I don't deserve to be a Buddha? I don't deserve to be a Buddha?... Hahahaha, it turns out that it turns out that I don't deserve to be a Buddha. The Western wonderland doesn't open the door to me at all, haha, it's too simple, too simple. So that's it... Wuwuwuwuwuwuwu..." He suddenly hugged his head and cried bitterly.

Yi Chen was stunned for a moment. Could this old lama be an idiot? Or did he say something that hit him too much? It made this old man desperate?

Yi Chen smiled helplessly: "Forget it, old man, I have said more, alas... It's not easy for people to live... According to your cultivation, you can't die now. Why don't I introduce you to a place? There is an organization called the Dark Controversy Group, which is full of old ghosts who have never died for thousands of years. You will definitely find good friends... Oh, what are you doing?"

The old lama stood up slowly and smiled: "Little boy, come here..." He reached out to grab it, but Yi Chen quickly retreated in fear. God knows if he wanted to kill himself because of despair?

But a surge of energy surged, Yi Chen couldn't lift up his true energy in a slight way, and flew over in a mess.

A huge force rushed into Yi Chen's body, and then Yi Chen's mind trembled. Many of the memories that had been born, even Yi Chen had forgotten them himself, were squeezed out by the old lama. Of course, the old lama's own memories were also passed on to Yi Chen without reservation...

Yi Chen secretly complained in his heart, and realized that this business was a big loss. This old lama was just a little lama hundreds of years ago, and the kind of low-ranking mate lama with the lowest status. He was bullied by countless lamas with a level ten higher than him every day. With a few spells he learned secretly, he practiced hard and gradually became almost obsessed with. His cultivation became deeper and deeper, but he was more and more focused on pursuing the most powerful power... In the end, he cultivated into a golden body, but he didn't know the method of continuing to practice, so he was immersed in the path of constantly pursuing more powerful power. His life was without any color, practice, continuous practice, and hard practice like a fool.

Yi Chen's experience was also given to the old lama without reservation. He was wandering and bumpy when he was young, learning skills when he was young, sorrow when he was expelled from the door when he was young, sorrow when he was lost, sorrow in the despair of death, and now he was crazy about pursuing power for his own subordinates, and the madness of money was given to the old lama's almost dry mind that was as dry as sand.

After a long time, the old lama let go of Yi Chen and knelt respectfully at him, and then there were three loud heads. Yi Chen was almost scared to death. He did not have the habit of asking his elders to kneel in front of him. He quickly knelt down and turned eight loud heads to the old lama "bangbang".

The old lama didn't stop him. He lifted Yi Chen with one hand, pulled Yi Chen and sat down side by side, and whispered: "It turns out that I have been wrong in my life. I have taken the wrong path. No wonder Buddha refused to open the door."

Yi Chen looked at him helplessly and whispered: "Now, is it still time?"

The old lama laughed: "It's too late, too late... the heart is dead... I want to change my heart, change my body, and then practice again. Alas..."

Yi Chen suddenly woke up and looked at him a little pitifully: "Are you leaving?"

The old lama nodded repeatedly: "I want to leave, I want to leave, otherwise my lifelong hard work will be wasted?"

Yi Chen nodded and stood up: "Is there anything I have done with me? These stones should be considered broken, right?"

The old lama looked at Yi Chen strangely and whispered: "You said that you can't become an immortal?"

Yi Chen shrugged: "Senior, I have killed countless people. Haha, if I can still become an immortal, I will definitely not open my eyes in the world, or I will deliberately play with me."

The old lama tilted his head and said, "So, you are a big bastard according to the standards of the world... You won't mind..."

Yi Chen looked at him in shock: "What do you mind?"

The old lama said in a low voice: "I'm so hard for hundreds of years, I'm really unwilling to give up... Alas, after reincarnation, what's the use of these magic powers for me? Anyway, you can't become an immortal, so why don't you help me..." Without waiting for Yi Chen to agree, he opened his hand and grabbed Yi Chen firmly in his hand. Then, a huge golden true energy with the light of Buddha rushed into Yi Chen's body.

Before Yi Chen could react, he spit out three mouthfuls of black blood because of the shock. Yi Chen opened his mouth, but the entire true energy system in his body was suppressed by this incredibly huge true energy, so how could he say it?

Through the spiritual communication with Yi Chen just now, the old lama had already stolen the method of the "Tianxing Sect". At this moment, his true energy flowed wildly in Yi Chen's body along the "Tianxing Art". Yi Chen's own star power circulation system was rushed by this powerful force, and suddenly it fell, and silver light scattered everywhere.

The old lama roared: "Don't let me practice for hundreds of years of hard work disappear in vain. Donor, please keep something for me in this world."

Yi Chen thought, and he tried his best to lift his breath to help the golden true energy craze start to flow. The sky immediately changed. Yi Chen's body felt like a black hole, which was crazily absorbing the star power around him. In the sky and in the clouds, thick silver fluctuations that were invisible to the naked eye surged, injecting into Yi Chen's body from 48,000 pores.

The Six-Ball Star Cycle that Yi Chen had maintained for a long time collapsed, and the star core also collapsed...

The old lama's golden true energy mixed with the infinite star power from the outside world rushed into Yi Chen's dantian and suppressed the scattered silver light spots. Yi Chen roared wildly, and the silver light spots suddenly gathered under the push of the "Sky Star Art". In conjunction with the true energy of the old lama's body, it condensed into a huge star core again. Then, it broke again, soared from the Six Yao Stars, Twelve Yuanchen, etc., and then returned to the chaotic state.

Yi Chen focused his mind and looked inside. A little silver light shot out from the hazy gold and silver mist. The chaos in his body was broken. The endless star power and the old lama's true energy locked towards the center. A small gold and silver villain suddenly took shape, and a small silver flying sword was dancing in front of him, flying back and forth in Yi Chen's body, bringing up thousands of golden two-color vortexes.

The old lama's true energy rushed in continuously. The villain calmed down, and a primitive star power cycle also appeared in his body. Then, six silver stars flashed, and a six-glory star cycle was formed in the little man's body. Then, under the push of the old lama's infinite true energy, the villain gradually grew taller and grew up, gradually as if it were the essence. The star power cycle in its body also directly broke through the first great cycle, and after reaching the realm of the twenty-eight constellations, it stabilized.

Yi Chen's musculoskeletons made a slight "cracking" sound, and ripples of star force swept across his body. His bones and muscles were strengthened by a hundred times. With a crisp "bang", his skin exploded a layer, and was swept away by a powerful energy storm around his body like shattered clothes.

Yi Chen's divine consciousness has been enhanced countless times. He tightly grasped the fluctuations of each wisp of star power. He seemed to have turned into the stars themselves, and every cell in his body was jumping with the fluctuations of these star powers.

The intoxicated feeling came in waves, and Yi Chen dripped two tears... The "Star Gathering Realm" that he originally thought would never reach was reached inadvertently under the violent force of this strange and poor old lama, and it also surpassed the primary power of the "Star Gathering Realm" and directly reached a point that Yi Chen could not imagine at all...

With endless divine thoughts, Yi Chen easily broke through the shackles of the atmosphere, peeked at the astronauts of the US Space Station that happened to pass by in the sky, viciously put their sleeping posture in an unsightly manner, returned to the atmosphere proudly, and then wandered around the entire earth.

Just when I swept into Sichuan, Yi Chen's heart felt like he was hit hard, and it twitched a few times... It was the breath of three people, three people who were indescribable entanglement with Yi Chen... Three people who had blood relationship with him, and the breath of living people...

Yi Chen opened his eyes in horror and never dared to detect anything more on the other side.

The old lama was standing in front of him with a happy expression, with a little colorful light floating out of his body.

Without saying a word, Yi Chen knelt down on the ground and kowtowed with eight loud noises. The footsteps of more than 30 people came from behind. Yi Chen hurriedly turned around, but some old lamas wearing bright red or yellow lama robes looked at the person in front of Yi Chen with a smile on his face.

The old lama laughed: "I understand...I understand...haha, the stone slab is broken..." Countless lightnings slashed down, and the stone slabs carved with the word "Hum" were shattered one by one. The old lama pointed one by one and the other at Yi Chen. Then, the whole body turned into a colorful rainbow and flew away. Two or three large white beads were left on the ground.

Several lamas came up, worshiped respectfully, and put the relics into a small box of pure gold.

The other old lamas also knelt down one after another, whispered the scriptures for a while, stood up, smiled at Yi Chen, nodded slightly, turned around and left.

Yi Chen quickly grabbed the old lama who was closest with one hand, and smiled strangely and said, "Master, I am polite."

The lama turned around with a strange expression and closed his mouth: "I'm polite."

Yi Chen smiled strangely and said, "Meeting is fate."

The old lama smiled bitterly: "It's true that it's fate..." There was no need for Yi Chen to say anything. He simply took off his clothes, leaving only a close-fitting little dress, and walked back to the Potala Palace with a loud laugh. He heard his voice, it was the one Yi Chen met during the day.

Yi Chen shrugged his shoulders, looked at his bare body, and put on the old lama's robe and walked down the mountainous area with a big swagger. He had a smile on his face, but in his heart, he felt really uncomfortable like a turbulent sea-

In the hotel lobby, Fei Li, who was awakened and did not see Yi Chen, rushed up and asked in surprise: "Boss, where have you been... Oh my God, what are you wearing?"

Yi Chen shrugged his shoulders, kissed Feili, and smiled at Jester who followed him and said, "There is no way, I can't sleep, so I ran to the Potala Palace to rejoice. The old lama there insisted on telling me Buddhist scriptures, and then, I gave all my clothes... Alas, they were embarrassed to let me come back naked, so they gave me a set of big lama robe, haha..."

Jester and Chekov gaited Yi Chen with a middle finger, and Sally stood in the corner and smiled with her lips pursed. They knew that Yi Chen must have not told the truth.

Ace gurgled, "I know what the boss has done."

Farr hurriedly asked, "What did he do?"

Ace said hummingly: "You see, the boss's skin is much whiter than during the day, and it's even whiter than us. Fuck, he must have found the best beautician. He went to make a mask... but he didn't even call us..."

Sky and the others nodded quickly: "It's really unreasonable. When it's dawn, the boss must take us there... As for our blood clan, how can the skin be as fair as a human? It's so embarrassing..."
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