Journey to the West

Chapter 176 The patriarch preached, the hype [ask for tickets, please collect]

"Brother Wutian, two junior sisters, since you are here, please take your seat quickly!"

Ye Xuecheng, Fairy Qingxia, and Fairy Zixia, when they heard the voice of woodcutter Dashan, felt amnesty, they quickly found a seat at the back and sat down cross-legged.

Just as Ye Xuecheng sat down, he heard the voice of Patriarch Bodhi!
"Goten, you sit at the front!"

Ye Xuecheng quickly got up and said respectfully.

"Yes, Master."

Ye Xuecheng came to the front in desperation, only to realize that there were five futons in front, and four of them had already been taken up. His second senior brother, Da Shan, was sitting on the first futon, looking at him with a smile. his.

And Patriarch Bodhi was dressed in a spotless gray Taoist robe, sitting on a high platform, closing his eyes and meditating!

Ye Xuecheng quickly sat down, sat cross-legged, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief, hoping not to leave a bad impression on Patriarch Bodhi.After all, in his memory, Patriarch Bodhi seems to be very strict and old-fashioned.

"Learn from nature and return to nature. Every plant, tree, and drop of water has its own reason. You can know that autumn is coming by watching the leaves fall, and you can know that it is cold when the wind is cool.

A small tree takes root and sprouts, grows gradually, and even blooms with fragrance.

Running water can nourish all things, can turn into ice, can rise like mist..."

Just as Ye Xuecheng was finished, the voice of Bodhi Patriarch's preaching came slowly, like spring wind turning into rain, his voice was very soft, but it seemed to directly ring in people's hearts.

Accompanied by Patriarch Bodhi's preaching and words and deeds, different scenes will naturally emerge behind him following his words, lifelike, and slowly expounding the truth of the Dao.

Suddenly, between the heaven and the earth, a piece of auspicious light appeared, and the ding-dong sound of the sky sounded. Be mesmerized and addicted to it.

Under the seat of Patriarch Bodhi, there are not only human beings, but also ghosts and ghosts. Of course, there are not a few goblin disciples.

At this time, one after another translucent flowers fell lightly, and the world was immediately filled with these wonderful flowers, and a wonderful fragrance came from one after another, not the fragrance of flowers, not sandalwood, not exotic fragrance, but heavenly fragrance.

It was the day when the flowers fell.

As the ceiling fell down, golden lotuses suddenly appeared on the ground again, and the lotus was divided into nine grades, which corresponded to the extreme number.

The golden light is shining everywhere, shooting into the void everywhere.

Curling continuously, clusters of golden light, soft and bright, cleanse the void world and brush all over the universe.

It is the golden lotus growing from the ground!
A group of disciples have long been fascinated and addicted to it.


At this time, a cluster of purple air came from the east, and with a sound of swishing, it hung across the sky and the earth, accompanied by auspicious neon colors, the auspicious air emerged, clearing the void, and clusters of five-colored clouds emerged, matching the day's flowers falling and the earth's sky. The appearance of the golden lotus shows extraordinary momentum.

Suddenly, I heard that in the sky, there were cranes crowing, accompanied by wonderful appearances in the sky, rushing in one after another.

The atmosphere is awe-inspiring, and the curls continue!
Watching a group of disciples, they have long been fascinated, as if immersed in a dream world. Even though they are disciples of saints, they can hear the Bodhi ancestor preaching every ten days, but they are still fascinated by the visions of heaven and earth. Among them, I can't extricate myself!
Behind Patriarch Bodhi, the aura of heaven and earth churned, like a wave, surging silently, beating up, and evolving into various visions.

A Confucian scholar recited a poem and wrote a fu. When the pen falls, the wind and rain startle, and the poem becomes weeping ghosts and gods. With a roar, the awe-inspiring righteousness is overwhelming, and the demons and ghosts are turned into flying ashes and annihilated.

There is a warrior who smashes the sky with one punch, has a sacred body, and picks up the stars and the moon.

There is a swordsman flying with his sword, with a cold light of one hundred thousand miles, straight up to nine days, beheading gods and demons!
There are qi practitioners breathing in the light of the sun, moon and stars, swallowing mountains and rivers with qi, and pinching supernatural powers and spells at will!
There are pharmacists who make alchemy and medicine, and there are craftsmen who are naked and forge magic weapons and soldiers.

All kinds of magical powers of Taoism appeared and exploded in the air. Although there was no roaring sound or strong power fluctuation, it still made people feel shocked, but it seemed to make people feel immersive.

There are also various flowers and trees growing, mountains and rivers changing, and countless spirit beasts evolving and migrating.


Ye Xuecheng had already completely abandoned all his distracting thoughts, and immersed all his mind in the boundless, like the first sound of the first shock when hundreds of millions of heavens and earths were simultaneously opened up and combined in one place.

The more Ye Xuecheng listened, the more excited he became.

In the past, when he watched flowers bloom and fall, or a ray of light in the sky, he would occasionally be touched, and the enlightenment in his heart would be integrated into the sword.

The sword can be like smoke, like rain, like thunder and fire, like light.

Whether it is one's own mind, perception, spirit, body, magic power or everything else, they all vibrate with this vibration.

During this shock, he felt that everything about him began a cycle of disintegration and reunion.

And every time they break up and reunite, he faintly feels that everything about him is undergoing subtle changes, and he has a feeling that everything about him has become more transparent.

And so on and on.

I don't know how long it took, it seemed to be a moment in a billionth, and it seemed to be a long time in a billion years, when the surrounding vibrations suddenly disappeared out of thin air.

Ye Xuecheng instantly recovered from the process of disintegration and reunion.

This recovery process was so sudden and fast, Ye Xuecheng was still in a trance state at one moment, and he was fully awake in the next moment, as if the previous trance had never happened, and he had been in a trance from ancient times until now. So lucid.

Such a sudden and rapid change made Ye Xuecheng stunned for a moment before he realized it. He never thought that the one stick of incense preaching by Patriarch Bodhi would make him feel like he had lived for countless years.

Ye Xuecheng opened his eyes in confusion. Is this the sage preaching?
Ye Xuecheng only felt that he could hear clearly even after the first minute or two, as if he had been slapped in the face, things that he didn't understand before suddenly became clear, and the incomprehensible parts in the realm were all integrated, and even produced countless touches and insights.

However, after hearing the latter, he had the feeling of listening to heavenly scriptures, feeling that he was born and died, sinking and sinking, as if he had gained something, and seemed to be even more confused.

However, Ye Xuecheng can be sure that this is due to his insufficient cultivation level. In the preaching of Patriarch Bodhi just now, because it was just a preaching of a stick of incense, the opportunity to enlighten him that was interrupted by Fairy Qingxia in the morning turned out to be brilliant just now. In a flash, the rule of indestructibility naturally reached the [-]% level.

Listening to Patriarch Bodhi's preaching is more wonderful than practicing in the Biyou Pool for one night. It's just that he has learned too little and his strength is poor, so he spends most of his time looking at flowers in the fog.

After Patriarch Bodhi finished his sermon, he immediately opened his eyes to observe the performance of his disciples.

Old disciples, behave as always, stick to the rules!
Patriarch Bodhi focused on the performance of the newly recruited disciples, especially the direct disciple Ye Xuecheng!
In the end, Patriarch Bodhi was very satisfied with the fact that Ye Xuecheng was able to quickly wake up from his preaching, which showed that Ye Xuecheng had a high understanding and a firm heart.

The second disciple who woke up quickly turned out to be the direct disciple of that boy Hongyun, this girl is also very good, if not for that boy Hongyun accepting her as a direct disciple, the Bodhi Patriarch had the heart to accept Qu Ying as a direct disciple.

Even so, Patriarch Bodhi decided to promote the little girl as a disciple.

Fairy Zixia and Fairy Qingxia belong to the physique of innate gods. The biggest criticism of innate gods is that their physiques are unparalleled, and their achievements are destined to be extraordinary, but their understanding is often not particularly superb.

Fairy Qingxia and Fairy Zixia have performed very well, and they can be regarded as outstanding among the innate gods.

At this moment, when Patriarch Bodhi looked at the girl Xiaoyu who was still awake, his eyes were full of strangeness.

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