Fantasy: My skills are all passive

Chapter 227

"Uncle Master!" Jing Fan hurriedly stepped forward to support him.

Wusheng sat down with her, supporting Xing.

Fan Jian frowned, the old monk was already so angry that he was almost on the verge of death.

"Is it so badly injured? It shouldn't be!" Fan Jian stepped forward suspiciously.

Gu Shengren stepped forward to take Xing's pulse, and said in a deep voice:

"He's poisoned!"

Fan Jian let out a breath of irritability when he heard the words and said:

"Wait, I'll go to Guigu Gudeng, he should have some medicine or something!"

But when he saw Xing, he waved his hand and said:

"No need!"

As he spoke, he struggled to sit up and said:

"The poor monk has gone through several lifetimes to prevent the demons from hell from reappearing in the world, but he almost caused a catastrophe! If he hadn't fallen into the river of blood, he wouldn't have achieved enlightenment, breaking life and death!

Wusheng, you are the most potential disciple of Sakyamuni in the past hundred years!

You have achieved great success in the Wei Tuo golden body, and now you have supernatural powers again.

When you have studied the Heart Sutra of Sakyamuni Buddha and possessed the exercises of two Buddhas, you will be able to achieve greater achievements than me now. The future of Sakyamuni depends on you!

Jingfan, you are the only female disciple of the Sakyamuni, and you are the only one who has realized that the eyes of the gods and the light of the Buddha shine everywhere.

It is enough to show that your cultivation of Buddhism is not much better than ours!Cultivation of the Buddha is in the heart, but the exercises are second!

It’s just that you have the ability to protect yourself and study the Heart Sutra of Sakyamuni Buddha more, so don’t slack off! "

Jingfan cried like a tearful person, wiped away tears and said:

"Master uncle... the disciple knows..."

Wusheng sighed, put his hands together and said:

"Master Liao Xing, the disciple must take good care of Shakyamuni!"

Liao Xing nodded, looked at Fan Jian and said:

"Fan Benefactor, life and death are destiny, no one can influence more, but only you can influence this world.

Since junior brother Liaochen and the master uncle value you so much, it shows that you have the ability to turn the world around!Everything in the future depends on you! "

Fan Jian frowned when he heard this:

"Ah? Why are you involved with me again? Tell me clearly, what world? Reverse what?"

As soon as the words came, a white light appeared around Xing's body.

Wusheng and Jingfan turned pale immediately when they saw the white light, folded their hands together and knelt on the ground and read:

"Respectfully send Master Xing's Dharmakaya to Nirvana!"

It was only then that Fan Jian remembered that when Sakyamuni's Pi Yao Buddha passed away, he looked like this.

Let the white light burn the line into fly ash in an instant, and after a while, three tender white relics flew out.

Two of them got into Wu Sheng's body, and the remaining one got into Jing Fan's body.

Wusheng sighed deeply, and silently recited scriptures for a while, and a phantom of Sakyamuni Buddha suddenly appeared behind him.

Fan Jian was stunned for a moment, and immediately felt a little sour.

Didn't it mean that the relics can only be melted away by the Heart Sutra of Sakyamuni Buddha?

Why did Wusheng melt away just after getting it?

And forcibly passed on a skill?

But before Fan Jian could say anything, the phantom of Shakya Buddha began to change.

His face suddenly became extremely angry, and then his whole body changed strangely, turning into an extremely angry Buddha statue.

Wrath is Buddha!

Fan Jian said in astonishment.

Good guy!Even the inheritance of the Mad Buddha came out!

Now Wusheng can be said to be the most talented contestant in the history of the spiritual cultivation world with three Dharma sects!

In the future, if you become a land god, wouldn't you want to go to heaven?

Oh shit!

He only took two relics, and Lao Tzu took four, but why is the effect so poor?

Little nun Jingfan seems to have taken one too, how is she?

Thinking of this, Fan Jian turned to look at Jing Fan.

She also frowned, and then two lines of tears flowed from her eyes, and she began to sigh uncontrollably.

Seeing this, Fan Jian was immediately puzzled.

what happened?

Wusheng took a few pills, and she took one, so it's sour?

Fan Jian was about to ask, when Jing Fan opened his eyes, watched Fan Jian wipe away the tears on his face and said:

"Thank you Master Fan for saving your life! Uncle Wusheng, let's go back!"

Hearing this, Wu Sheng stood up and said:

"Fan Benefactor, thank you for saving me! We will meet later!"

Saying that, the two flew away.

Fan Jian was furious when he saw this.

What the hell?I was taken away by the old things from your teacher, and now I tried my best to rescue you one by one, but you just left like this?

Neuropathy!

"Don't let me see you big bald heads again! Ha! When I see one, I'll hammer another, and you'll have bald heads all over your head!"

Fan Jian yelled at the place where Jingfan and Wusheng flew away.

What he couldn't see was that Jing Fan's face was already covered with tears.

Seeing this, Wu Sheng was a little surprised and said:

"Jingfan...you..."

"Uncle Master..." Jing Fan said silently.

"The relic given to me by my uncle is the supernatural power of destiny. I can see the future..."

Hearing the words, Wusheng immediately understood what was said, sighed and said:

"Amitabha, life and death, love and hatred in the world of mortals are all practice. You and I are young buddhas. If you haven't realized the desires of all beings in the form world, you can't truly detach yourself. Why do you want to escape?"

But Jing Fan shook his head and said:

"I'm not avoiding this relationship, but I'm not letting Fan Shizhu choose the wrong option when he should make a choice!

If I can save Master Fan and all sentient beings by sacrificing myself and my feelings, the poor monk is willing! "

Hearing this, Wu Sheng sighed and said:

"Then it's up to you!"

On the other side, Fan Jian vented for a while, standing on the top of Zhujie Mountain, suddenly felt a little lonely in his heart.

Where did this loneliness come from, he couldn't tell.

During this trip to hell, I have seen too much and know too much. It is true that not all hell monsters are evil people, but there are extremely evil existences among the hell monsters.

But Gongyang Sword Immortal, Epilepsy Buddha, Shui Yaoyao, and even Sha Tongtian, who only met once, betrayed Hell for him one after another, which made him feel a little helpless.

What is the secret behind all this?

When I was thinking about it, I felt a gust of mountain wind, blowing the surrounding clouds and rolling them like waves, and the clouds and mists dispersed. Fan Jian stood on the top of the mountain and had a panoramic view of the sky and the earth.

The boundless Zhujie Mountain is tens of thousands of miles up and down, and the clouds pass through it, and the sky and the earth are one.

A gleam of enlightenment suddenly appeared in Fan Jian's heart, he flipped his wrist, and the Jingji Sword suddenly appeared in his hand.

At this moment, the magnificence of Zhujie Mountain came into view, which made his spiritual sense tremble for a while.

It is the Genshan sword potential in the eight congenital swords of Daji!

Seeing Fan Jian raised his hand and waved, his body immediately danced on the edge of the mountain.

Gen is a mountain, and the mountain will not move for a long time, and it is difficult to move ten thousand hectares!

Those who stand on the mountain stand up to the sky and are not afraid of wind and rain!

The mountains are majestic, the mountains are also handsome, the mountains are dangerous, the mountains are meandering, the mountains are flat, the mountains are abrupt, the mountains are gentle, and the mountains are whistling.Mountains are sometimes uncanny, and sometimes plain.

"On the sixth day, pat your toes.

Sixty-two, Gen Qifei.

Ninety-three, it's the limit.

June [-]th, pat yourself on the back.

Sixth Five-Year, Gen Qifu.

Shangjiu, Dungen

Gen mountain sword power, climbing mountains and rising clouds! "

I saw Fan Jian dancing with a sword, the sword energy was lush and powerful, like a vast mountain peak, unstoppable, and bursts of true energy swirled around his body, defending tenaciously!

After a sword dance, Fan Jian retracted his sword and stood upright.

At this time, the heart is already enlightened.

He is not afraid of any difficulties, thousands of difficulties and dangers!When the soldiers come, they will block the water and cover them with earth, and they are as free as the vast mountain peaks, letting them be blown by rain and wind!