The spiritual consciousness was running through the Buddhist temple quickly, and Wuqi quickly exchanged opinions with Lao Ai.

"What are you pretending to be a ghost? Don't forget that this old monk is your benefactor!" Wuqi gave Lao Ai a blank look.

"I am used to being rich and well-behaved in front of me and food. Now I am so in such a down-and-out situation. The Juyang God Sect has been eradicated. I don't recruit many disciples and disciples, so I am not used to it! As for this old monk, with my guidance, he will at least be able to attain the Arhat position in the future, which is better than him!" Lao Ai smiled with a solemn appearance.

"Don't do anything nonsense, they are serious monks, and they are not allowed to be made into people from the Juyang God Sect!" Wuqi glared at Lao Ai fiercely again.

"Don't worry, if you have kindness and revenge, Lao Ai has clearly distinguished grudges since childhood!" He rolled his eyes disapprovingly, Lao Ai stretched out his hand and pressed it on the head of the old monk Zangxin: "You and I have a fate. Today I will come to my school. I will be the second largest disciple under my teacher. I will use my skills to concentrate my mind, and I will use the technique of enlightenment to help you condense the first relics lotus platform."

He saw the Buddha light flashing around Lao Ai, and a hot current in his palm rushed into Tianling, the old monk Zangxin. The old monk laughed happily, sat cross-legged on the ground, a crack in his eyebrows opened, a thin white light flashed, and a white relic with a thumb-sized height shot out. There were ten thousand-character Buddha seals and lotus phantoms flashing in the relic, and a soft and pure Buddha power spread around. Wuqi couldn't help but calm his mind and his spirit became clear and condensed.

Lao Ai chanted the mantra in a low voice, and his finger prints changed, constantly injecting his huge energy into the body of the old monk Zangxin. A white energy surged up between the old monk Zangxin's eyebrows, and gradually turned into a lotus-like mist.

Buddhist monks do not cultivate golden elixirs, do not form Nascent Souls, and do not transform the Yuanshen. All their cultivation is on the relic. The relic is the collection of all the energy and spirits of Buddhist monks. Forming the relic is equivalent to the Taoist golden elixir realm. After the relic, once it can be transformed into the first lotus platform under the relic, it is the Nascent Soul cultivation level, the second lotus platform is formed, it is the Yuanshen realm, the third lotus platform achieves, and the three lotus platforms cluster the relics and survive the heavenly tribulation, which is the immortal golden body arhat cultivation level.

After reaching the Golden Arhat, the three lotus platforms that were conceived by the spirit of the spirit gradually merged into one, and eventually turned into a physical third-grade lotus platform. The one who can sit on the lotus platform is the fruit of the Bodhisattva, which is the strength of the Taoist Golden Immortal. The number of lotus platforms gradually increases as their cultivation increases, from the third level to the ninth level. Once the ninth level golden lotus platform is achieved, it will become the Buddha, which is equivalent to the strength of the Taoist Taiyi Golden Immortal.

Lao Ai used his own energy to help Mr. Zangxin condense the first relics lotus platform, which was to help Mr. Zangxin break through the realm of the Nascent Soul.

The huge amount of energy was constantly injected into the body of the old monk Zangxin. The old monk was sweating all over, and his body had emitted a strong golden light. His Buddhist Vajra Indestructible Body's martial arts were improving rapidly, but his realm was not broken for a long time. A stubborn threshold was traversing in front of the old monk. He used all his Buddhist practices to cooperate with Lao Ai's energy input, but he was unable to break through the heart disorder.

Lao Ai's forehead was also filled with cold sweats, and pretending to be a ghost would have to pay a price. He was still seriously injured and now he was trying to subdue the old monk Zangxin, so he pretended to be the Bodhisattva to take people as his disciple. He barely exported some essence to help the old monk Zangxin break through. He originally thought that the old monk Zangxin's cultivation level was almost at the peak of the golden elixir and could easily form the first lotus platform, but he didn't know that he ate one here.

Buddhist monks focus on their mental state and cultivation. If they do not have any mental disorders, ordinary old monks can become Buddhas immediately within one day. If the mental disorders are too heavy, the cycle of reincarnation is the cultivation of a relics. Old monk Zangxin didn't know what was in his heart. His face turned purple and Lao Ai was trembling all over. The first relics lotus platform was still just a faint cloud and smoke tangled, and he could not form a body without any life.

Wuqi frowned, his eyes rolled, and suddenly walked to the old monk Zangxin, and used all his strength to make a lion roar and roared loudly: "Who are you sorry?"

The old monk Zangxin was in a state of being in a state of being in a state of being in a daze but not being able to break through. All his spirits were in a daze. Hearing Wuqi's roar, the old monk instinctively shouted: "The old monk is sorry for too many people. The thirty-year-old reincarnation entanglement, his wife and parents, and countless grudges. How could the old monk leave it alone?"

Wuqi slapped the face firmly on the face of the old monk Zangxin, and cursed: "Idiot! No wonder you always have the Dharma name to hide your heart! Hidden your mother, dig out your heart that has been reincarnated for thirty years, take it out, and wash it clean under the sun! Things in the past life, the past life, the world of the world, the world of the world are broken! You have jumped out of the dirt world, and you still hide a dirty heart?"

A crackling slap was slapping over, and Wuqi sucked the old monk Zangxin's face exploded, his face covered with blood. Wuqi shouted loudly: "Hao! Wake up! Release your hidden heart! Entangled in the past life, grievances in the past life, when you ascend to the Bodhisattva fruit, you go to find their reincarnation, to repay kindness, and to take revenge. What are you tangled here?"

The old monk Zangxin's eyes suddenly lit up, and two white lights spewed out from afar.

Wuqi used all his energy and spirit, and turned into a loud sound like a big bell and da Lu rushed into the heart of the old monk Zangxin: "If you don't become a Buddha, how can you cross people? The clay Buddha crosses the river, it's hard to protect yourself. In this world, you can't even save a small Zen temple. Who can you save? Who can you help?"

Lao Ai rolled his eyes and nodded as if he had some clarity.

The old monk Zangxin suddenly shouted the Buddha's name, and his body suddenly ignited without fire. The colorful flames burned around his body, emitting a strong smell of sandalwood. After his old and shriveled body was burned by the flames, it suddenly became golden, tall and strong, as if he was a fairly strong monk. A white light was hovering above his head, and two white lotus flowers were like picked from the pond, waving in the wind above his head.

The old monk's relic suddenly expanded and floated lightly between the two white lotus. The relic emitted bright light to shine on the two white lotus, and the lotus sprayed out a slight mist to nourish the relic. The two complemented each other, and there was a faint sense of Tai Chi and the two qualities to be born and destroyed. A ray of white light was sprayed out from the relic, and the other white lotus gradually condensed in the white light, and it seemed that only a trace was about to condense into a solid body.

"How wonderful, so wonderful!" Wuqi smiled at the old monk with one another and said, "The master is only one step away from the golden-body arhat. With a moment of enlightenment, he will become the immortal golden-body arhat in one moment. Congratulations to Master, congratulations to Master!"

The old monk Zangxin roared up to the sky and he slowly stood up, walked around Lao Ai, who was sitting cross-legged for three times, and then he thanked Wuqi with all his heart: "Thank you for your enlightenment, and you will be a lion roar. The old monk will benefit greatly! My fellow Taoist has such an understanding, and you should have a destiny to be with my Buddhist school!"

Wuqi's face, who was originally smiling, suddenly changed. He stared at the old monk Zangxin and snorted coldly: "Your family is destined to be with Buddhism!" Waving his hand, Wuqi sneered: "Don't thank me, thank others. I also plagiarized your words from others! That person is destined to be with your Buddhism, and his whole family is destined to be with your Buddhism!"

With a swing of his sleeve, Wuqi strode towards the Sanle Zhenren who fell to the ground and grabbed the storage ring on Sanle Zhenren's hand. He swept his spiritual sense into the ring, and Wuqi couldn't help but frown. Is this still the new city lord of Ancheng? Why is it so shabby? In such a large storage ring, there are three top-grade spirit stones, more than ten middle-grade spirit stones, and hundreds of lower-grade spirit stones. Is this too poor?

However, there are several bottles of messy pills in the ring, dozens of good-quality talismans, and three top-grade magic weapon-level flying swords. These things are quite valuable. But together, the total assets of Sanle Zhenren's hands are about 300,000 to 500,000 low-grade spirit stones. He is still the lord of a city, and he is still a cultivator in the early stage of the Nascent Soul!

He carefully rebuilt the body of Sanle Zhenren, and Wuqi plundered all the valuable things on him, including a belt made of cold fences, and then kicked Sanle Zhenren to the side with one kick, and ran towards the Fire Crow Taoist.

Seeing Wuqi being extremely professional and fearful of Sanle Zhenren, Lao Ai realized that he screamed like a rooster strangled: "Dissance!"

The old monk Zangxin asked respectfully: "Master, what are your instructions here?"

When the blood madman heard Lao Ai's scream, he was like a hungry wolf rushing toward the Fire Crow Taoist. He rushed forward to Wuqi's Taoist in front of him. He rushed to the fire Crow Taoist with both hands and touched the Fire Crow Taoist with his hands, just like a pervert who saw a beauty, his posture was indescribable ambiguous.

Unfortunately, the professional ones are professional. The blood madman pressed and touched the body of the Fire Crow Taoist, but he took out a few red talismans. However, Wuqi rolled the body of the Fire Crow Taoist, and activated the big silk-wrapped hand. The invisible energy had rolled the two storage bracelets on the Fire Crow Taoist's wrist. He swept the bracelet into the bracelet, and Wuqi immediately laughed happily.

The Fire Crow Taoist has a wealth of wealth. Although there are not many spiritual stones, spiritual talismans, spiritual elixirs and array flags, fire-attributed spiritual medicines and minerals, etc., can fill three large houses. Wuqi was surprised and praised: "That's right. The spiritual energy of Pangu Continent is much thicker than that of the outer realm, and its products are also extremely rich. It should be serious to have such a wealth!"

Lao Ai was jealous of the eyes, and he hurriedly blasted over with a divine thought: "Wuqi, don't go too far, the rules of the world are half the meeting!"

Wuqi was slightly stunned, then he turned around and nodded at Lao Ai: "Half the meeting is here! After stripping all these guys, we will take He'ancheng later. Hey, go to He'ancheng first and recover the wounds on us!"

Lao Ai was shocked: "I occupied He'ancheng? Behind the Min family, there is support from the immortals. Where can we have the strength to deal with the immortals now?"

Wuqi waved his hand disapprovingly, and he said lightly: "Believe me, it's! Well, blood madman, come on, take off this guy's pants, and he actually hid the storage bag in his crotch. What shameful things are there?"

In the Buddhist temple, dozens of monks who were dancing in their clothes, Sanle Zhenren and the Fire Crow Taoist were stripped of all.

Just as Wuqi was robbing these unlucky guys in great interest, a sudden burst of cry came from outside the valley:
Chapter completed!