Tomb Robber: My understanding is incredible and my painting style is unique.

“Is this benefactor here to offer incense?”

The Zhike monk at the door saw Zhu Peng and his party of more than 30 horses rushing towards him.

Each of the thirty-six personal guards had expressionless faces after being turned into silhouette puppets.

In addition, after the previous battle in Baiyan Cave, they had murderous auras on their bodies. Before it was gone, he looked extremely untouchable.

The monk Zhike hurried forward, fearing that he would not be well received.

“Burn incense and rest for a night.”

Zhu Peng turned over and dismounted.

It was getting late anyway, so it was just right to stay for a night.

“Then please come with me, donors.”

The monk Zhike took Zhu Peng and others to settle down in the dormitory first, and the war horses were placed in the stables.

After Zhu Peng finished offering incense and took out a large sum of money, the monk Zhike took Zhu Peng to visit the temple with a smile on his face.

This Prajna Temple is not small.

It has the mountain gate, the Heavenly King Hall, the Mahavira Hall, the Dharma Hall, the Pilu Hall or the Sutra Storehouse.

Although it is getting late, there are still many pilgrims offering incense. The incense is lingering in the Mahavira Hall, and the offering platform is The upper statue of Sakyamuni has his eyes slightly lowered, showing compassion, sitting in lotus position, with his left hand placed horizontally on his left foot, and his right hand flexing his fingers to form a ring to make a Dharma seal. There are eighteen Arhat statues on both sides of the hall. 24

Although the Buddha statues are full of charm,

Zhu Peng’s eyes were attracted by the cassock on the Sakyamuni Buddha statue.

The Sakyamuni Buddha statue enshrined in the Mahavira Hall has never been covered with cassocks, and the Buddha statue in front of him is not only covered with cassocks, but also with vermilion cassocks. There was a Buddhist scripture embroidered on it with gold thread.

These monks were not afraid of being robbed?

Zhu Peng’s mind flashed, and his mind was attracted by the scripture on the cassock.

The scripture actually touched his heart. Spirituality, the words embroidered with gold threads floated up from the cassock one after another in his eyes, and then they all entered his mind.

The scriptures collided and changed in his mind, and gradually intertwined into the appearance of a cassock. It suddenly became big and small in his mind, and finally stayed at the normal size.

There was also a sutra on it, but this sutra was very different from the sutra on the cassock outside.

The cassock was under a curse!

The sutra was written with essence and blood, Refining the cassock is a Buddhist treasure that can conquer demons, subjugate demons and protect the way.

When Zhu Peng realized it, bursts of Buddha’s voice sounded in the main hall.

The Buddha’s voice seemed to be coming from the void, surrounding the main hall. Without stopping, the pilgrims who had not yet left hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed to the statue of Sakyamuni Buddha, chanting

Amitabha and shouting that the Buddha appeared.

The monk Zhike also clasped his hands with a pious look and recited scriptures.

Zhu Peng, who had come back to his senses, saw this situation and his eyelids jumped. Good guy, once he realized it, he added a lot of fanatical believers to the Prajna Temple, but this is irrelevant to Zhu Peng, as long as he gets the benefits. , turned around and walked out of the Main Hall without anyone noticing.

The vision in the Main Hall quickly spread throughout the temple.

Many pilgrims who had taken a rest also ran over to worship.

The abbot of Prajna Temple hurriedly came to the Main Hall and listened. With bursts of Buddha’s sound, the abbot murmured:”When Sakyamuni sings sutras, all Prajna will be clear!””

“who is it?”

The abbot ignored his manners and quickly came to Zhike Monk and grabbed his shoulders.

“Who triggered this Sakyamuni chant just now?”

The monk Zhike was shaken a few times and stopped chanting. When he saw it was the abbot, he hurriedly bowed to him.

“Returning to the abbot, a benefactor came to the main hall and stopped for a moment, and this vision appeared.”

“Which one is it?”

The abbot excitedly pulled Zhike Monk and asked him to point it out.

Zhike Monk looked around and found that Zhu Peng was not here.

“The donor is not here, he has gone back to his dormitory.”

“Come on, take me to him quickly. Wait, I’m going to get something.”

The abbot hurriedly ran out of the main hall, and Zhu Peng, who returned to the dormitory, was ready to refine the magic spell on this cassock.

This thing is specially designed to defeat monsters and monsters, and can protect the body. After it is refined, it will be invulnerable to water and fire, and can be used to ward off swords.

Yes. A first-class self-defense treasure.

Although he does not have a cassock, he has a Taoist robe. The important thing about this treasure is the scriptures rather than the carrier.

The cassock is no different from the Taoist robe. If Zhu Peng is willing, he can use underwear and will be packed in the package. He took out the Taoist robe and spread it on the table.

Zhu Peng controlled the fingers of his right hand to make a slit, pointed at the pen, and used the essence and blood as ink to write on the Taoist robe. The dragon and snake copied the verses he had understood.

Soon every inch of the Taoist robe was covered. It was filled with bloody small letters. (To read Baoshuang novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

When the last stroke was written, these bloody scriptures began to scurry around on the Taoist robes, and the red blood light moved with the scriptures. The entire Taoist robe was shrouded, and the original blue Taoist robe was gradually dyed blood red.

A figure sitting in the lotus position appeared on the back of the Taoist robe.

This figure was dressed as a monk, with only a cassock covering the upper body, exposing half of the shoulders and head. But his hair was tied up in a bun and made into a Taoist crown.

It looked neither Taoist nor Buddhist, which was very strange.

Zhu Peng took the blood-red Taoist robe in his hand and observed it carefully , but found nothing strange. He tore it hard, but the Taoist robe was not torn. Instead, it was pulled and deformed like plasticine.

You must know that with his huge strength, let alone cloth, even steel plates can be easily torn apart, but he cannot tear apart this robe.

Although he did not see that this cassock is enchanted. Where is the power of subduing demons, but it can be seen that this water-fire-proof sword can be used.

Zhu Peng wore this robe on his body.

The blood-red robe looked more demonic than the previous blue robe. It was a little different, and Zhu Peng’s pale face was caused by using a lot of essence and blood to write the scriptures.

He looked like a kid with kidney deficiency in the side sect. []

Zhu Peng released the corpse osmanthus tree and controlled its size to the size of a potted plant.

He took a quilt from the table and put it under the beehive in the crown of the tree.

He stretched out his hand and squeezed it.

Honey as red as agate flowed into the cup from inside.

A fragrant fragrance instantly spread throughout the entire dormitory.

Smelling the fragrance, Zhu Peng paled. A trace of blood appeared on his face.

When the hive stopped producing honey,

Zhu Peng took out the cup.

The honey in the cup was like a piece of red agate stone, about four taels.

You must know that this is the ghost-faced blood bee that 483 kept collecting along the way. The blood and flesh were brewed, and only four ounces of honey came out.

Zhu Peng picked up the cup and drank it all in one gulp. The blood and honey were in his stomach, and his mouth was sweet and fragrant. A hot air flow rose from his belly and circulated throughout his body.

The originally sluggish Qi and blood It’s like digging a deep underground well in a dry land and being nourished by underground water.

As the Qi and blood become stronger, Zhu Peng’s pale face becomes rosy with the naked eye.

Good baby!

Zhu Peng decided that more of this blood honey must be brewed.

“dong dong dong….”

A knock on the door brought Zhu Peng back to his senses.

“Donor, have you ever rested? The abbot of the temple met with the donor.”

Zhike Monk’s voice rang out,

Abbot?

Why does Abbot want to see me?

Is it about the Main Hall?

Zhu Peng put down the cup in his hand, walked to the door and opened it.

He saw an old monk standing behind Zhike Monk.

The monk’s eyebrows were raised. His hair was gray and he looked like he was in his sixties or seventies.

“Amitabha, I disturbed the donor’s rest, which is a sin, and I hope the donor can forgive me.”

The old monk stepped forward and saluted with one hand in front of his chest.

“No problem, I wonder what the abbot wants from me?”

Zhu Peng’s eyes were attracted by the bronze Buddha statue held in the old monk’s other hand.

He didn’t know which Buddha the Buddha was.

The Buddha sat cross-legged, holding a mudra with both hands, with an angry look on his face, and only one red eye. Peng had a feeling of spiritual enlightenment.

This Buddha statue recorded some kind of Buddhist magic!

But he didn’t know why the abbot came to him with this Buddha statue.