Chen Hui looked gloomy, bit the tip of his tongue, and spurted out three mouthfuls of blood. The three powers of destruction, reincarnation, and immortality were activated. With a bang, he forcibly broke through the time barrier of Dongfang Hen. Phew, Chen Hui's body was like a shooting star. It shot into the distance like it fell to the ground and quickly disappeared.
"What? Damn it! Let him run away, but he has been seriously injured and lost three mouthfuls of blood. I'm afraid he has half his life left. If he is unlucky and encounters someone who kills someone to seize the treasure, he may die a violent death." Dongfang Dongfang. Hate looked gloomy for a while and said with a sneer.
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The Western World!
A higher plane, one of the one hundred and eight worlds;
In this world, there is only one kind of person, the monk.
In the center of the Western World, a palace with a height of 810,000 feet stands. The Buddha's light shines everywhere, and all living beings are saved.
In the magnificent Mahavira Hall, there are countless monks, Arhats and Bodhisattvas.
Above, sitting cross-legged, is a white-bearded old monk with perfect posture, wearing a yellow Arhat suit, kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and a peaceful expression. With his eyes closed, he looks like a Bodhisattva.
On his left hand side, sat a young monk. He was calm and peaceful, and he was clearly a clever monk.
At this time, the old monk said: "Ji Lingzi, your old friend is here, why don't you go out to greet him?"
"Master?" The clever monk was confused when he heard this and looked at the old monk.
But he still closed his eyes, waved his hand and said, "Go!"
"Yes." The clever monk responded. He clasped his hands, stood up, and respectfully walked out of the hall. He was very confused, who was coming? Old friend? He remembered the old monk's words and murmured, 'Could it be Chen Hui? ¡¯
Soon, he walked out of the hall and looked around, but there was no one within a hundred thousand miles.
"Whoops!"
The clever monk walked out.
"Hoo!"
At this moment, an extremely strong sword wind swept down from the nine heavens, full of sharp energy and cutting power. Buzz, a figure of sword light floated down. The clever monk took a closer look and said in surprise: "Chen Hui?" He stepped forward to catch Chen Hui and said, "He was so seriously injured. Who hurt him? ¡¯
The clever monk checked and said in shock: "The power of the secret of the law, and it contains the five tribulations of the decline of heaven and man, did a demigod-level existence hurt him?"
He murmured: "I can't save him. It seems that I can only ask the master to save him."
"Whoops!"
After thinking about it, the clever monk picked up Chen Hui and returned to the main hall.
"Bring him in." Before entering the main hall, a vigorous and peaceful voice came from inside. It was the master of the clever monk, the old monk.
"Master?" The smart monk walked into the hall with Chen Hui in his arms and said, "He is indeed an old friend of my disciple. His name is Chen Hui. He is an unparalleled swordsman in the world. However, he is injured now. He has survived the five declines of heaven and man." The powerful demigod was seriously injured. ¡¯
"What?" All the Arhat monks were startled. They looked at the unconscious Chen Hui and said in surprise, "What a strong will to sword?" ¡¯
"Master already knows. Let's go and send him to Jingxin Pavilion. Master, I can help him take a look." The old monk said.
"Thank you, Master." the clever monk said with great joy.
"Yes." The old monk nodded slightly and said calmly, "This son is a person with great opportunities and great luck. In the future, our Western World will rely on his strength to survive a disaster." ¡¯
"Master?" The clever monk was shocked.
"You don't need to ask, you will know it naturally in the future." The old monk said calmly.
Jingxin Pavilion!
Above the main hall, in an attic on the ninth floor, the old monk and the clever monk sent Chen Hui here.
Chen Hui was lying quietly on the bed. The old monk glanced at Chen Hui, his eyes were calm and revealed his wisdom, and he said: "This man can practice the Great Holy Art to such a level, and he is indeed destined to my Buddhism."
"Master, you already know?" the clever monk asked in surprise.
"Haha, this is not surprising. Although the Great Holy Technique is my Buddhist magical power, there are also many practitioners who practice it. It is also his chance that this boy can get it." The old monk said, "Okay, you can stay at the door. Waiting outside for the teacher to heal him. ¡¯
"Yes." The clever monk said. After saying that, he exited the Jingxin Pavilion.
The old monk stared at Chen Hui and said something incomprehensible: "Brother Liaotong, what you predicted has happened. This son is here after all. I just don't know if he can help our Buddhist sect survive the disaster." At this point, the old monk sighed softly and held his hand in his hand.??On Chen Hui's wrist.
Suddenly, waves of holy power emanated from Chen Hui's body.
The clever monk is waiting patiently.
A few hours later, the old monk came out, with a hint of exhaustion on his face. The clever monk asked: "Master, are you okay?"
The old monk waved his hand and said, "Ji Lingzi, please take good care of him. When he wakes up, bring him to see you as your teacher."
"Yes." The clever monk responded.
The old monk left.
In Jingxin Pavilion.
Chen Hui felt like he had a dream. He seemed to be in a peaceful and peaceful world, and everything was so beautiful.
"Hoo!"
He didn¡¯t know how long it had been, but when he woke up, he immediately felt that the holy power in his body was abundant, and the great holy technique had reached perfection. He opened his eyes and said, "Master Smart?"
"Chen Hui, you finally woke up?" The clever monk said happily, "You have been in a coma for seven days." ¡¯
"What?" Chen Hui was surprised and asked, "Then where am I now?" ¡¯
"The Western World." The clever monk said, "It was my master who could not save you." ¡¯
"I want to see your master." Chen Hui said immediately.
"Okay." The clever monk said.
At this moment, the clever monk was stunned for a moment and said to Chen Hui: "Master, he is waiting for you in the Buddha Heart Pavilion on the 81st floor."
"Okay." Chen Hui said.
Although he was confused in his heart as to why Wu wanted to see him alone, he still walked towards the Buddha's Heart Pavilion on the 81st floor.
This is a simple, but solemn and solemn attic. It is located at the top of the entire hall. Standing outside, it seems that you can see every corner of the entire Western World at a glance. As soon as Chen Hui walked into the door, something came from inside. A vigorous, gentle voice said: "Little friend, come in!"
Pushing open the door, Chen Hui walked in and saw a tall, white-haired old monk with his back facing him. With just one glance, he felt that this back was somewhat familiar.
Old Man Tongtian!
Yes, Chen Hui actually found that the figure from the back was somewhat familiar to Old Man Tongtian, but when Wu Wu turned around, Chen Hui was startled. He couldn't believe that Wu Wu had exactly the same appearance as Old Man Tongtian. If it weren't for the different auras between the two, Chen Hui would definitely think that the two were the same person.
At this time, Wu Han smiled and said, "Why, my little friend, has it happened that I have seen the poor monk?"
"No, I just feel that Master Wu is somewhat similar to a senior." Chen Hui said.
"It seems that I have already met the poor monk's eldest brother." Liao Wu said.
"So, Senior Tongtian is Master Wu's eldest brother?" Chen Hui was surprised and asked.
"Yes, to be precise, he is the eldest brother of the poor monk." Liao Wu said.
"So that's it." Chen Hui was surprised. He knew that Old Man Tongtian was a man with great supernatural powers a hundred thousand years ago. He didn't expect to have a brother like Wu. He asked, "Master Wu, how about Tongtian?" Where is senior now? ¡¯
"I don't know, even the poor monk." Liao Wu said, 'However, if he wants to see my little friend, he will definitely come to you. ¡¯
"Master is right," Chen Hui said.
"By the way, my little friend Qian Monk Guan has reached the peak of the late stage of the Creation Realm. In time, he can break through to the Heaven and Human Realm. If you don't mind it, you can break through in seclusion in my Western World." Liao Wupingping said.
"The master helped me cultivate the Great Holy Art to perfection, and now I'm providing you with a place of refuge. I'm grateful," Chen Hui said, cupping his hands.
"Haha, little friend, you don't have to be like this. What I did today was just for cause and effect." Li Wu said.
"Cause and effect?" Chen Hui said.
"Soon, little friend, you will understand." Li Wu said.
"Thank you so much, Master." Chen Hui said.
"My little friend, please retreat in this Buddha Heart Pavilion. Don't worry, the poor monk will arrange for people to protect you." Liao Wu said.
"Thank you, Master." Chen Hui said.
So, Chen Hui stayed in the Buddha Heart Pavilion, and after talking to Ouyang Xue, Fang Qingcheng, Lao Huan and others, he began to attack the realm of heaven and humanity.
And Liao Wu also arranged for twelve Arhats to guard the Buddha Heart Pavilion day and night, allowing Chen Hui to retreat with peace of mind