Creation Color Master

In a remote place in the backyard of a Buddhist temple, there are towering ancient trees and a quiet atmosphere, with only a lonely pagoda standing tall.

The pagoda has a total of seven floors, on which are carved figures of Bodhisattvas and Buddhas. If you look closely, you can see tablets of offerings on them.

When you enter here, although there seems to be no incense around, the strong Zen atmosphere is incomparable to other places in the Buddhist temple.

And the treasure inheritance left by the ancestors mentioned by Abbot Jianzhen is also here.

Now the place is full of people, from servants in linen clothes, novice monks in gray clothes to disciples from various academies, and so on, a total of about seventy or eighty people.

But forty or fifty of them were dressed as servants or novices, and they could not be considered formal disciples of the Buddhist temple.

"The abbot is here--"

As a high-pitched and deep voice was heard, the originally quiet scene became even quieter, where one could hear a pin drop.

Abbot Jianzhen called Yao Guangxiao, Li Yinzhi and others to slowly walk towards this side.

"These are the masters the abbot mentioned, right? They are all so young. Can they become masters at such a young age?"

“No wonder the abbot holds them in such high esteem.”

"What do you know? Rumor has it that the seven sounds of the Buddhist bell a few days ago were their trick. You should know that even the abbot has never rung that Buddhist bell."

As everyone arrived, the servants and novices sitting on the ground began to whisper to each other, as if they could not believe that only a few people could successfully obtain the inheritance.

Ignoring the gazes of the crowd, Abbot Jianzhen said, "Masters, this is where the treasure of our temple is. Everything is in your hands."

Chu Mo looked in the direction of the finger and saw a towering Buddhist hall occupying the center. The surroundings had already been decorated. There were seven cushions distributed around the pagoda, which were obviously prepared for Yao Guangxiao and the others.

Since Yao Guangxiao and Li Yinzhi had agreed, they would naturally not go back on their word. After greeting everyone again, they walked towards the futon.

Yao Guangxiao and Li Yinzhi came to the south and north of the pagoda respectively, and they sat cross-legged steadily on the cushions.

Shi Zuqin, Shi Miaolun, Shi Shouyuan, Shi Zonggao and Shi Shiguan also came to a cushion and sat cross-legged.

The seven people are in a meditative posture with their eyes closed, reciting Buddhist scriptures.

The servants and novice monks sitting below stretched their necks, widened their eyes, and watched carefully every move of Yao Guangxiao and others. For them, this might be the greatest opportunity in their lives.

Abbot Jianzhen stood at the front, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

While Jianzhi, Jianling and Jiankong were curious, they were also looking forward to the performance of Yao Guangxiao and others.

As for Jianhui from the Discipline Hall, there was a hint of resentment hidden deep in his eyes, like a hunting poisonous snake, full of coldness and gloom.

Time passed quietly, although Yao Guangxiao and others were still sitting around the pagoda, there was no movement from beginning to end.

There was also no movement from the pagoda, let alone any clues to the inherited treasure.

Under the watchful eyes of the public, people's attitudes have changed from curiosity and expectation at the beginning to numbness and disappointment now.

From the rising sun until the high sky tomorrow, there is still no sign of trouble. Just when everyone thinks they have failed, something strange happens.

"Boom--"

A deep bell sound came from the pagoda. The sound was melodious and long, echoing in the ears of everyone present.

The long-lasting bell ringing instantly wiped out the anxiety and torment in people's hearts, making everyone present feel calm.

Then, endless Buddha light was seen emanating from the pagoda, and celebratory lanterns appeared and floated around the pagoda.

The light from the celebration lanterns illuminated all directions, and all those who were illuminated by the lanterns, whether they were abbots, elders, novices, or servants, had clear minds.

The strange phenomenon continued, but the consciousness of Yao Guangxiao and others had now arrived in another space.

The bright Buddha's light illuminates the heaven and earth, and the entire space is filled with endless Zen and Buddha nature. All kinds of Taoist rhymes flow in this space, turning into the seven treasures of Buddhism, such as gold, silver, and glass.

At the same time, there is a faint merit lingering between heaven and earth, like a golden silk thread cruising between heaven and earth.

At the same time, there were balls of real fire burning all around. The swaying flames were like dancing elves, emitting a thrilling feeling.

The figures of Yao Guangxiao, Li Yinzhi and others appeared in the space, looking at everything in front of them, all revealing a hint of curiosity.

Light the lamps to illuminate the heavens, and the true fire will be extinguished.

Yao Guangxiao walked forward slowly with an alert look, and soon he came to a trace of merit. Yao Guangxiao slowly stretched out his hand and touched it lightly, and then the trace of merit entered Yao Guangxiao's body.

Suddenly, Yao Guangxiao was cheered up because he found that the merits he absorbed were real.

In other words, those golden threads floating up and down in this space are all real.

Just when Yao Guangxiao was secretly surprised, he heard a cry of pain from the side, and saw that Shi Shiguan had an even more painful expression on his face.

"Everyone, be careful, don't touch the burning flame. This is a kind of flame that specifically attacks the human soul."

“Be...be...very careful”

Li Yinzhi flashed to the side of Shi Shiguan, and a little light flashed from his fingers, as if in a dream, and he lightly touched the center of his eyebrows.

Suddenly, we saw that Shi Shiguan, who was originally in great pain, gradually calmed down.

“Huh—Huh—”

"Everyone, please be careful. This kind of true fire contains a trace of annihilation. It can consume souls and is very powerful."

"However, the burning of the true fire will slightly increase your mental strength, which is also a bit of a gain."

Upon hearing this, Li Yinzhi summoned his spiritual weapon, the Wuji Miao Buddha Pagoda.

As soon as the Wuji Miao Buddha Pagoda appeared, there were bursts of Sanskrit sounds, and golden lotuses emerged in the void, stopping one foot above Li Yinzhi's head, and endless Buddha light descended to cover him.

Then, Li Yinzhi was seen pulling the true fire floating around his body and pulling them all into his body.

Everyone looked at this scene, and although they were surprised, they all knew that Li Yinzhi knew the power of this true fire, but still did so, so he must have had some considerations, so there was no need to worry.

Around the pagoda, as celebratory lanterns were hung in the air, bursts of Sanskrit sounds were heard between heaven and earth, as if an enlightened Buddha was sitting in the void, preaching to all living beings.

Abbot Jianzhenzhu looked at the novice monks who were in deep breathing meditation, and his face was full of smiles. If Yao Guangxiao had not made such a request, everyone in Qingzhao Temple would have missed such an opportunity.

Looking at the people who were practicing on their own, the abbot Jianzhen changed from having a smile on his face and a kind look to having murderous intent in his eyes, with a hint of success on his face.

If someone saw this at this moment, they would definitely be shocked by the abbot's condition.

In the distance, Jian Hui's pair of vicious eyes swept around, and the next second, they collided with a pair of shadows.