Chapter 814

"Ding!"

"You used the special prop 'lucky card'. Within two hours, the lucky value is 100% full."

“……”

The moment Zhao Fang crushed the card, such a prompt sounded in his mind.

Zhao Fang seemed unheard of, just staring at the Buddha mural.

Unconsciously, his mind was completely immersed in Buddhist murals and felt the vast inheritance.

"Ding!"

"Congratulations on players' understanding of the Buddhist handprint 'fearless lion seal', understanding + 1."

"Ding!"

"Congratulations on players' understanding of the Buddhist handprint 'immovable King seal', understanding + 1."

"Ding!"

"Congratulations on players' understanding of the Buddhist handprint 'subduing the dragon and subduing the tiger'. Understanding + 1."

“……”

"Ding!"

"Congratulations on players' understanding of the Buddhist handprint 'ten thousand Buddha Gang seal', understanding + 5."

At this moment.

Zhao Fang was filled with strong Buddha light, just like the Buddha who came to the world, full of sacred and compassionate breath.

Huikong almost pinched the rosary beads in his hand, and stared at the scene.

Huineng is no better than him. He has a mouth. Ba, with a shocked look on his face, has been practicing hard for 20 years. He has long been lost by the scene in front of him.

Not just them.

Other people in the field looked at Zhao Fang inconceivably.

However, compared with the shock and reluctance of huikong Huineng, they did not know the secrets in the Buddhist murals, but they were not as unacceptable as huikong and Huineng!

"Let me go, boss. Is this going against the sky? He has even obtained the inheritance of Buddhism. This is the rhythm of preparing to become a monk!"

Xiong bazha smashed his mouth and looked shocked.

"The boss is worthy of being the boss." Xu Fengnian worshipped.

"Hum, the boss is more than against the sky. He has been cheating with the sun side by side for a long time." Tianpeng took a deep breath, suppressed the shock in his heart, and looked at Zhao Fang with a complex face.

For a while.

In the Buddha Hall, there was silence.

Only the rich Buddha light is constantly spreading, like a voice, constantly telling everyone that the young man in front of him has obtained the final inheritance of the Buddha mural.

The Buddha light lasted for a moment and finally dispersed slowly.

Zhao Fang opened his eyes. His eyes reflected the sun, the moon, the mountains and rivers, the people of heaven and earth. When he looked at the people, the pressure contained in his plain eyes changed many people's faces and dared not look at them.

Except for one person.

The ascetic monk Huineng looked at Zhao Fang with a complex complexion. There was still a trace of shock and confusion in his eyes. He murmured, "you have been inherited from the Buddha mural?"

"What do you say?"

Zhao Fangjian smiled.

He likes Huineng's lost soul, shocked and even shocked look.

In order to better attack Huineng's confidence and return to the situation that had been ridiculed by the invisible, he looked at Huineng, but his voice clearly passed into everyone's ears in the hall, "I said that fate is a very wonderful thing. It is not limited to your Zen disciples. I, the 'outsider' in your eyes, have not also been inherited?"

It seems to set off Zhao Fang's words.

On the occasion of his words, the murals behind the Buddha suddenly evaporated like steam. The originally dense murals disappeared cleanly, leaving only a bare back of the Buddha.

"It's really inherited!"

Seeing this scene, Huineng can finally be sure.

He looked at Zhao Fang and hesitated, "what inheritance have you got?"

Zhao Fang glanced at Huineng coldly. "What does it have to do with you? Is it difficult? Are you Zen ready to tie me back and let me write out these secrets one by one?"

Seeing this, Xiong Ba took a step forward and stood on Zhao Fang's side. Leng Bing's evil spirit suddenly rushed out of their bodies. The frightened people in the field changed greatly and couldn't have any different feelings.

Even Huineng, who was just preparing to release Zhao and invite him back to Zen, was also shocked.

He quickly said with a wry smile: "it's Meng Lang, the little monk. Please forgive me, benefactor. Benefactor can get the inheritance of the great virtue of our Buddhism, which shows that benefactor is destined for our Buddha. This Buddhist inheritance is given to you by the Buddha. As an unknown little monk of Zen, I naturally dare not speak nonsense. I just asked out of curiosity. If it's inconvenient for benefactor to answer, the little monk naturally dare not ask."

Zhao Fang looked at Huineng as if to see through him.

Huineng's eyes drooped slightly and didn't dare to see Zhao Fang.

After receiving the inheritance of Buddhism's great virtue, Zhao Fang's eyes seem to have a kind of magic, which can see through the hearts of the people, so that the people he sees have nothing to hide in their hearts.

Because of this, Huineng dared not go to see Zhao Fang.

Zhao Fang grinned. "It's not inconvenient. Since you want to see it, let you see it. It's just that I'm too boring. Why don't you ask the master to confirm it with me?"

Hearing the speech, Huineng looked bitter.

Even if his Zen Mind is firm and not afraid of strong enemies.

But like Zhao Fang, he is powerful and likes to kill cold people. If he says he is not afraid, he is lying!

however.

In order to know what kind of inheritance Zhao Fang obtained, Huineng hesitated and nodded in agreement based on his self-confidence.

"My strength is low. Please be merciful, benefactor."

Huineng announced a Buddha's name and whispered.

Huikong wants to stop it, but Huineng has made up his mind. Huikong can only step down.

But when facing Zhao Fang, he put his hands together and said in a deep voice, "please show mercy for our sake of going out of beizhou."

Hearing the speech, Zhao Fang pulled at the corners of his mouth. Am I so bloodthirsty?

If he asks that.

It must be highly affirmed by everyone present!

"I can only use Buddha murals to inherit fingerprints, not other magical powers. However, since it is a competition, there must be a win or lose and a colorful head. Well, if you can beat me, I will write you all the secrets of the inheritance of Buddha murals."

Hearing this, Huineng's eyes suddenly lit up.

Just like the eyes of a hungry wolf who has been hungry for 500 years when he suddenly sees a delicious and tender little sheep.

Full of surprise desire!

"If you can't beat me, it's not difficult for me to give me thirty bottles of soul lifting pills for you."

Zen focuses on the spirit, and its understanding of the yuan God is far from comparable to that of other forces.

Similarly, they also refined many pills related to Yuanshen.

Knowing this, Zhao Fangcai answered Ying Huineng.

Otherwise, who would like to be seen as a monkey here?

"This..."

Huineng hesitated.

There are many Zen soul lifting pills, but there are 30 bottles of such large-scale soul lifting pills, not to mention him. Even if all the Zen disciples here put together, they can't get 30 bottles.

"Why? In your eyes, the inheritance of Buddha murals and the gang seal of Ten Thousand Buddhas can't compare with these thirty bottles of soul lifting pills?"

Hearing Zhao Fang's words, Huineng was even more shocked and looked at Zhao Fang inconceivably, "ten thousand Buddha Gang seal?!"