Mysterious mirror hanging high

"Not only me, my master [Master Black Tiger] is also a genuine ancient Buddhist monk." Yuanji said in a low voice.

"But isn't the Wanfo Temple the modern Buddhist tradition? Why are the master and your teacher ancient Buddhists?" Jing Yu was still puzzled.

"It's a long story. My master and I were originally from Futu Xianzhou. However, due to a dispute over the orthodox tradition, the Buddhist temple we were in was annexed, and we fled overseas."

"My master was already seriously injured and dying. I was just a young novice monk in the Qi training stage, and was of no use at all. Fortunately, Master Song came to my rescue, and I was able to save my life."

"After Master recovered from his injury, he and I went to the Wanfo Temple, intending to stay there. Fortunately, the abbot was kind enough to not mind us being ancient Buddhist monks. He only specifically warned us not to convert believers or collect offerings. With the approval, we finally had a place to stay."

"The Song family is in a tough spot right now. My master and I are both grateful and grateful. How can we just stand by and watch?"

"It is rumored that if ancient Buddhist monks lose the support of their believers, their realm will collapse and their cultivation will plummet. Master Yuanji, I see that you are full of energy and your magic power is solid. Your realm in the late stage of foundation building is extremely stable. You don't look like you have insufficient support!" Jing Yu said in surprise.

"Donor Ye, you don't know that although our ancient Buddhist sect relies heavily on the power of incense and vows, it is not only ordinary believers who can generate vows."

Yuanji smiled and said, "On the contrary, the amount of wish power that a cultivator with advanced cultivation can generate is actually much greater, almost a thousand times that of a mortal. A cultivator at a high level can even be worth hundreds of millions of mortals."

"This is also why Buddhists like to convert demon beasts into monks. It's because the demon beasts that have built a foundation pill have a high level of cultivation. Although they can't compare to the willpower generated by human cultivators of the same level, they are still much stronger than mortals!"

"My master, True Man Black Tiger, has a Golden Core-level black tiger demon beast under his saddle. He provides him with sufficient incense and vows, which is why he is able to maintain his realm and not fall."

"As for me, the little monk..."

Yuanji pondered and said, "When the ancient Buddhist monks lost their followers, they lost the foundation of their cultivation. This flaw is too big."

"According to the legends of our Buddhist sect, the first Buddha in the world founded the path of cultivation through the power of incense and vows, establishing the fundamental Buddhist tradition. Later, another Buddha attained enlightenment and created the method of [voluntary], allowing ancient Buddhists to believe in themselves and provide themselves with a portion of incense and vows."

"I am now relying on the method of [voluntary] to barely maintain my state of mind and not fall." Yuanji said with a wry smile.

I believed your ghost!

Jing Yu narrowed his eyes and thought to himself, "This karmic body from past lives, the two flesh and Dharma bodies are almost two different independent individuals, only their consciousness is connected. If the two original bodies can be regarded as two cultivators, providing double the incense and vows, then not only can the state of nirvana be maintained, but it should also be extremely stable!"

"This destiny is highly versatile and naturally suited to the Buddhist path of incense and vows. He's a good candidate for cultivating ancient Buddhism..."

The four of them exchanged greetings for a while and agreed to meet again at the Wanfo Auction. Yuanji and Gong Qingya then said goodbye and left, leaving Song Qingya and Jing Yu behind.

"I didn't expect there would be such a twist today." Jing Yu sighed, "Thankfully nothing went wrong."

"Don't worry, Grandpa. This is Wanfo Island. Wanfo Temple is guarded by the False Infant Master. How dare two direct descendants of the Foundation Establishment Sect of a Jindan family act so rashly? This is nothing more than a provocation."

Song Qingya looked indifferent, and then tilted his head:

"By the way, have you met Master Yuanji before?"

"Of course not. How do you say that?" Jing Yu's heart moved.

"It seems like you two get along well and feel like you've known each other for a long time." Song Qingya pondered.

"After all, they are all people who have the potential to form a golden core. There is nothing wrong in making more friends with them."

Unexpectedly, Song Qingya shook his head and said, "Grandpa, you are wrong. This Master Yuanji is far inferior to you in terms of aptitude."

"Oh?"

"He is one hundred and twenty years old this year, and he has not yet reached the late stage of foundation building. This level of cultivation is considered a genius among modern monks who follow the path of alchemy to build a foundation. However, it is not so outstanding among ancient monks who can achieve initiation and make rapid progress. After all, the lifespan of ancient monks who practice the method of incense and vows to build a foundation is only two hundred years."

"One hundred and twenty?"

Jing Yu was stunned. He was exactly the same age as her?

He narrowed his eyes and thought carefully: "How could such a coincidence happen in the world..."

"Could it be from the Immortal Selection Hall?"

But then he thought, he was actually five hundred years late in coming to the mortal world to be selected as an immortal. If he passed away at the same time as him, who was selected as an immortal from another immortal selection hall, he should be the same age as Lu Yingzhao now.

Of course, it is possible that other immortal selection halls, like the Hall of Eternal Life, send immortal selections to the lower world every hundred years.

After being delayed like this, the two of them lost interest in continuing to wander around the stalls, and simply returned to the inn run by the Song family to meditate and practice.

But just as Jing Yu returned to the room, he saw a spiritual paper crane used for communication flying in from the window. He grabbed the spiritual paper crane, spread out the letter paper, and seemed to be thinking about something.

"Interesting, it turned out to be an invitation letter sent to me by Zhang Gengshi, a direct descendant of the Zhang family."

Jing Yu laughed: "Could it be that Zhang Gengshi is planning to incite me, the son-in-law of the Song family, to rebel?"

Hongchen Hai Jindan Zhenren is not allowed to attack the direct descendants of the foundation-building clans of the major immortal families. This place is the territory of Wanfo Temple. It can't be a Hongmen Banquet, right?

After thinking about it, Jing Yu decided to take a look. He was also curious about what Zhang Gengshi, who had been in a tense attitude before, was up to.

Then he said hello to Song Qingya before leaving. Song Qingya didn't seem to care much about Jing Yu going to the banquet hosted by the hostile family. He just gave Jing Yu a jade talisman and told him that if he encountered danger, he could crush the jade talisman so that he could bring helpers to rescue him.

The banquet was held in a restaurant on the outskirts of Wanfo Island. Jing Yu quickly found the place by following the map. When he stepped into the restaurant, he saw two Zhang family monks with magic swords on their backs standing at the stairs leading to the second floor. It was obvious that they had booked the private room on the second floor.

"Senior Ye, my young master has been waiting for you upstairs for a long time." The Qigong cultivator on the left said politely.

Jing Yu nodded, and didn't pay much attention to this person. He went straight to the second floor, but saw that all the tables and chairs on the second floor had been cleared away, leaving only a large round table in the center. Zhang Gengshi, holding two walnuts, sat on one side of the inner side. The two maids behind him, holding black and white magic swords, remained silent, like two wooden men standing there.