Creation Color Master

In the mysterious space, Yao Guangxiao was seen taking a piece of gold the size of a fingernail and holding it in his hand to examine it carefully.

This is one of the seven treasures of Buddhism. Legend has it that in ancient times, a powerful person had a treasure that could reach heaven and earth, and this was one of the materials.

Just as Yao Guangxiao was curiously studying the gold in his hands, he saw the gold melting rapidly in his hands and quietly dissolving into his body.

In an instant, a stream of Tao rhyme surged into his heart, and Yao Guangxiao suddenly felt his understanding of the Tao became clearer.

However, disappointingly, this feeling only lasted for a few seconds, and the next second everything returned to normal, and there was no longer the feeling of the Tao surging in my heart.

Yao Guangxiao looked at the other people in the space. Only Li Yinzhi, who was absorbing the true fire, had not moved. The other five people had obviously discovered the magical uses of the seven treasures and were intercepting them everywhere in the space.

As people intercepted more, the aura of Tao emanating from their bodies became stronger.

For example, the vibrations of Zen seeds are constantly emanating from Shi Zuqin's body, as well as the Wood Path, the Cloud Path, and so on.

The most concentrated seed in Shi Miaolun's body is the water channel seed, and the mountain channel seed also echoes it.

The same was true for the other three people. With the blessing of the Taoist rhyme of the seven treasures of Buddhism, their comprehension of the seeds of the Tao advanced by leaps and bounds.

This alone has brought them great rewards.

At the pagoda, the scene of lights hanging in the air was still continuing, but the light from the celebration lanterns was getting weaker and weaker, which reduced the efficiency of enlightenment for many people.

At this moment, a gust of sandstorm suddenly blew up at the scene, so fast and fierce that countless novice monks’ enlightenment was interrupted.

"what---"

“Ah—ah—”

Screams and groans were heard one after another, and the flying sand blew the servants and novice monks to the ground, making them stagger and wail.

Since Chu Mo was on the periphery, he was the first to be hit by the flying sand.

Seeing the rolling flying sand coming, Chu Mo opened the folding fan in his hand, and suddenly revealed a strange scene of flowers blooming in spring, and the air was filled with a faint floral fragrance.

The flying sand coming towards them was directly blocked by the dancing petals. No matter how hard the wind and sand hit their faces, they were all blocked by the seemingly weak petals. Chu Mo behind them stood still.

Chu Mo's little action did not attract the attention of others, because at the moment the flying sand was lifted, Abbot Jianzhen had already rushed towards the seven people under the pagoda.

The figure was so fast that it turned into layers of afterimages, which surprised the other junior brothers.

Because from the beginning, they had recognized the magical power displayed by their senior brother, which was the Buddhist magical power - Chasing the Cicada in Eight Steps.

The scene was filled with flying sand and rocks. Once Yao Guangxiao and others were troubled by it, all their efforts to comprehend the inherited treasure would be wasted.

He would never allow any accidents to happen. Thinking of this, a trace of anger flashed across Abbot Jianzhen's face, and a strong murderous intent emerged in his eyes.

"Buddhist magical power - thunderous lion roar"

The beard on Jianzhen's chin fluttered in the wind, his hands were forming a magic seal, and his face looked like a Vajra subduing a demon. Then an angry roar came from his throat, like a sudden thunderclap that shook the heaven and the earth.

The powerful sound waves, with a huge impact, transformed into the shadow of a lion, rushing towards the oncoming flying sand.

"boom--"

"bump--"

The two collided, and the huge air wave formed directly blew away the servants and the novice monks, and the whole venue was suddenly filled with wailing.

Abbot Jianzhen looked behind him with a trace of caution, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the seven people were safe and sound.

At this time, Jianzhi, Jianling and Jiankong all surrounded them.

"Brother, are you okay?"

"Brother, what's going on? Why is there a storm out of nowhere? I almost let it go due to carelessness."

Abbot Jianzhen seemed not to hear what everyone said, but stared ahead with eyes full of anger.

"Junior Brother Jianhui, what are you doing? You know this is related to the future of Qingzhao Temple. Even if you are angry with me and them, you must not do this at such a critical moment."

Abbot Jianzhen's angry voice rang out, echoing throughout the backyard. Even the other three elders looked at Jianhui in surprise.

Jianzhi was very puzzled, but still stepped forward and questioned: "Junior brother, why are you doing this? Why are you like this?"

Jiankong pointed at Jianhui and said sternly, "Brother Jianhui, you are really going too far. Why don't you apologize to the abbot?"

Facing everyone's accusations and scolding, Jian Hui remained calm, but just stared at them with his eyes.

Being stared at by Jianhui's eyes, several people looked at Jianhui who was standing not far away, but felt very strange.

You know, they have been practicing with their master since they were young, and now several decades have passed. After all these years of companionship, they have already regarded each other as family.

But looking into those eyes now makes one feel cold.

"Brother Abbot, we are your fellow apprentices and the closest people to you in this world. Together, we will protect the Qingzhao Temple that has been passed down from generation to generation."

"I don't understand. These people have only been in Qingzhao Temple for a few days. Why do you want to let a few outsiders to check the affairs of the temple? Are you and my fellow brothers inferior to a few outsiders?"

With just two short sentences, Jianhui put Jianzhen on the spot. If he gave a wrong answer, it would be easy for his fellow disciples to become alienated.

"Why--"

At this moment, Abbot Jianzhen seemed to have aged a lot, but the look in his eyes when he looked at Jianhui was still warm and kind.

"Junior Brother Jianhui, you have hated evil since you were young, and you are obsessed with the way of the monk. I don't blame you for questioning me today."

"But today I won't tolerate your recklessness. If you still insist on not changing your ways, I will have to fight you. After this is done, I will personally apologize to you."

Hearing this, Jian Hui sneered and said, "Brother, let's fight it out. I won't let you go."

"Stone Road - The Arhat carrying the mountain comes out"

All I saw was a sudden landslide and a bottomless crack appeared deep in the backyard. I saw a huge rock hand slowly extending from the crack.

Then, the huge head, body, etc. slowly appeared before everyone's eyes.

Looking at the Arhat sculpture made of rocks that looked like a giant, everyone was stunned with shock.

The Mountain-Carrying Arhat stomped his feet lightly, and the servants and novice monks who were nearby were all trampled under his feet, without even having time to utter a scream.

This scene fell into the eyes of Abbot Jianzhen and others. One could see that their eyes were filled with shock and extreme pain, with a tear falling from the corner of their eyes.

"This is not the magical power that Junior Brother Jianhui should have. You are not Jianhui. What have you done to Junior Brother Jianhui?"

"Jianhui" burst into laughter upon hearing this, and his voice gradually became rougher as he laughed.

"Brother Jianzhen, don't you think it's a little late to realize it now?"

Then, Jianhui's figure began to change. His body gradually became taller and his face gradually became distorted.

As "Jianzhen" transformed, a burly man wearing a Dang Kang mask appeared in the same place.

Jianzhen, Jiankong and others stared at this scene in shock, their eyes instantly turning bloodshot.