The Suppression of the Worlds

A person who seemed to be the head of Daluo Temple came to Zhou Zhang, put his hands together, and gave him a deep bow.The rest of the monks followed suit and bowed in salutation.

"Thanks to the benefactor for saving lives, Daluo Temple will keep it in my heart."

The monks focused on Zhou Zhang's luggage.

However, Zhou Zhang shook his head.

"In that case, what secret treasures do you have in Daluo Temple, give them to me!"

Plain words fell into the ears of everyone in Daluo Temple.

Monk Puzhi, the abbot of Daluo Temple, was bending down suddenly.

Puzhi raised his head and looked at Zhou Zhang in disbelief.

"What? Want our secret treasure."

"Absolutely not."

"We have been guarding it for so long because it is the secret treasure of Daluo Temple."

"These are the foundations of Daluo Temple and must never be given to him."

Puzhi raised his body, his face a little bitter: Donor, Daluo Temple can't repay the life-saving grace of the donor, but if the donor has a request, the whole temple will die, but this secret treasure... "

"That's nothing to talk about."

After speaking, the Taishang Time Saber in Zhou Zhang's hand suddenly moved.

Time flies, too forgetful.

A golden sword came from the void.

Zhou Zhang's knife was too fast.

Master Puzhi's Dharma is boundless, but in the face of such a knife, he cannot avoid it.

In just a moment, the big knife landed on the three centimeters of Puzhi's face and stopped.

Pu Zhi originally thought he was going to die. He had already closed his eyes when the sword light hit him. At this moment, he opened his eyes suspiciously, just to see the golden light and bright big sword withdrawn three centimeters away from his face.

"Daluo Temple is too weak to protect the secret treasures here."

Zhou Zhang's words, with strange magic power, fell on everyone's ears.

Zhou Zhang, who has learned the six-character mantra, has a solemn taste of treasure in every word and deed. When he speaks, he even carries the mantra decree, which makes the surrounding monks dare not speak.

Zhou Zhang ignored Puzhi, who was stunned, and in one step, he had arrived at the Sutra Collection Pavilion of Big Screw.

Inside the Cangjin Pavilion is the collection of Daluo Temple for hundreds of years.

There are scriptures, exercises, and handwritten experiences left by countless Buddhist monks.

As soon as Zhou Zhang entered, he felt the sound of Buddha's voice coming from it. He listened carefully, and even the voice of the six-character mantra was mixed into it.

These voices made Zhou Zhang's comprehension of the six-character mantra deeper.

His eyes swept across the rows of scriptures, and in a blink of an eye, he came to the last floor of the Cangjin Pavilion.

The Tibetan Gold Pavilion is divided into three floors.The first two floors are for ordinary disciples to recite scriptures every day, and the last floor is for martial arts exercises.

Zhou Zhang came to the last floor and took out a martial arts manual.

"The magic wand method."

"Vajra Arhat stick method."

"Arhat Boxing."

A book of martial arts techniques fell into Zhou Zhang's eyes.

Looking at these exercises, Zhou Zhang smiled.

Just take out a martial arts technique, and under the powerful system, you can learn it in a blink of an eye.

Of course, with his current attainments in martial arts and his own understanding, he can also learn these martial arts techniques instantly after reading it.

These martial arts exercises have no interest in him.

After learning several exercises, Zhou Zhang walked towards the last row.

Although the Sutra Collection Pavilion has only three floors, there is a row of bookshelves behind the last floor.

Zhou Zhang stepped forward and saw that the scriptures were placed here.

I flipped through a few scriptures at random, but the system didn't respond.

Zhou Zhang shook his head.

These verses were of no use to him, and Zhou Zhang couldn't help but sigh.

The huge Daluo Temple hides the golden pavilion, and there is not any practice worthy of his absorption, not to mention the practice, he has not even discovered the magic weapon.

"Yuan Qu, Yuan Wu, have all the important items in the Tibetan Gold Pavilion been transferred?"

Outside the Tibetan Gold Pavilion, Abbot Puzhi called two disciples of the Yuanzi generation to ask.

"Uncle Shi, all important items have been successfully transferred to Fahua Temple, it's just..."