Chapter 1027 The Mysterious Tofu Lord

"Tofu Lord?"

The young monk was shocked when he heard the existence in the sword talking about his past. This was truly an extremely extraordinary being.

He racked his brains for a long time, but still couldn't think of any ancient great man with the word "tofu".

"Alas, forget it. It seems that even I cannot escape the fate of being nameless by the passing of time."

Tofu God sighed deeply, and it was unclear whether he was sighing at the ruthlessness of time or reminiscing about that carefree era.

"It's a pity that my connection to this matter is too serious. If I were to show up in the world, I'm afraid it would trigger a world-shattering immortal war, and this small Xitian Temple would be reduced to ruins."

"Then, what should I do?" The young monk didn't expect that a sword he picked up casually would be involved in so many things. He was trembling with fear, fearing that it would touch upon some major cause and effect.

"I am now temporarily staying in this immortal sword to eliminate the cause and effect. As long as you, little monk, don't reveal my affairs to others, nothing will happen."

"That's good, that's good. I keep my mouth shut and will never tell anyone about the seniors." The young monk said quickly.

"That's best."

After saying that, no more sound came from the sword. I don’t know whether Tofu Tianzun was too lazy to talk or fell into a deep sleep.

Knowing the origin of Tofu Tianzun, the young monk did not dare to be negligent, let alone abandon the magic sword. He held the magic sword carefully and tiptoed back to the meditation room.

There was a large bunk bed in the Zen room that could accommodate six or seven people. The young monk quietly found a long strip of clean cloth, wrapped the Qingfeng sword, found his place, placed it next to the pillow, and then went to sleep.

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"Xinding, why did you take so long to go to the toilet last night?" his companion asked the little monk when he woke up and was getting dressed in the morning.

He slept very groggy last night and couldn't remember how long the little monk spent in the toilet, but it felt like a long time.

"Amitabha, monks do not tell lies."

"so?"

"So I can't tell it." The young monk said seriously. The matter of Tofu Tianzun must not be told to others, otherwise the Xitian Temple will be destroyed. Now he is responsible for saving the Xitian Temple.

"ah?"

After waking up early in the morning, the young monk put on his clothes, had a light breakfast, attended morning classes and chanted scriptures. He then fetched water, chopped wood, and cleaned the courtyard with other monks. After finishing all this, he would sit in meditation.

"Little monk, are you meditating?" The dull and ancient voice of Tofu Tianzun came from the fairy sword. Tofu Tianzun noticed that the little monk had a foundation in cultivation and was about the fifth level of Qi training.

In front of the young monk was a yellowed picture of an arhat subduing a demon. He was visualizing the picture to stimulate his consciousness.

In the world of immortal cultivation, visualization is commonly used to increase spiritual consciousness. Meng Jingzhou's method of constantly suppressing instinctive impulses to increase spiritual consciousness is a method used by very few people.

The young monk was startled at once, and looked around, and found that neither his fellow brothers and sisters who were meditating, nor his uncle in charge, had heard the voice of the Heavenly Venerable.

"Don't look at it, this is a telepathic sound transmission, others can't hear it."

The young monk then replied, "To answer the question of the Heavenly Master, yes."

"This is the most basic visualization map. If you want to get a better visualization map, you need to contribute to the temple and exchange it with merit points."

The young monk smiled shyly and said, "But this picture of the Arhat subduing the demon is already very good. It is said to have been handed down from ancient times."

What the young monk held in his hand could not possibly be the original, it was merely a rubbing of an ancient visualization diagram.

"This kind of thing is worthy of being called a visualization diagram." Tofu Tianzun shook his head and sneered at the little monk's visualization method.

"Since you have met me, it means that you and I are predestined. I will teach you the real ancient visualization diagram, so that you won't embarrass me if you tell others about it in the future."

Tofu God used his spiritual consciousness to imprint a picture into the little monk's mind.

"This is?!"

When the young monk closed his eyes, the imprint of Tofu God’s consciousness appeared in his mind.

It was a golden dragon soaring between heaven and earth, a natural supreme being, more domineering than any portrait of a real dragon the little monk had seen in books. When the dragon frowned, it attracted thunder from the sky, as if heaven and earth were changing according to his will.

"This is one of the five founders of your Buddhism. I have met him several times. This visualization picture can be called the Yinglong Visualization Picture."

One of the five founders of Buddhism!

When the little monk heard these five words, he was shocked. Wasn't the founder of Buddhism the World Honored One? How come it became five in the mouth of the Heavenly Honored One? ! The little monk visualized the Great Dragon Honored One and found that the stimulation effect on the consciousness was far better than the Arhat Subduing Demon Picture! Generally speaking, the stronger the figure in the visualization picture, the greater the impact of the deeds on the world, and the more related it is to the visualizer's practice, the better the visualization effect.

The effect is so good, which shows that the real dragon in the visualization picture is related to Buddhism, and its status in Buddhism is absolutely ridiculously high!

He is really one of the founders of Buddhism!

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The young monk felt that Tofu God was more and more unfathomable, and the thing that was casually given to him overturned his cognition.

"May I ask the Heavenly Venerable, what is the matter with the five founders of Buddhism?"

"Your cultivation is too low. It is not yet time for you to know the secrets of the ancient times."

"yes."

From the perspective of visualization, Lu Yang was actually also visualizing, but what he visualized was a living immortal fairy rather than a picture.

This is equivalent to Lu Yang's constant visualization, so his spiritual awareness is naturally far superior to that of his peers.

"Come to think of it, I still don't know what your name is, little monk."

"I am Xin Ding, a errand monk in the errand yard."

"Subdue the Monkey King and Settle the Universe. Not a bad name."

With the ancient visualization diagram given by the mysterious Tofu God, the young monk felt his spiritual practice improving by leaps and bounds, and he had never felt so refreshed before.

As a few days passed, Xinding's consciousness became stronger and stronger, and his whole spirit and energy changed. However, the other monks were in contact with Xinding every day and did not notice these tiny changes.

One day, Xin Ding finished his visualization and walked out of the meditation room. Suddenly, a stone flew towards him and was aimed at his forehead.

He was alert and dodged the attack by turning his head.

"Brother Xinding, your skills have improved tremendously in the past few days, haven't you?" Several menial monks said with a disdainful smile, with the leading monk holding a few stones in his hand.

"It's Brother Xincheng." Xinding responded indifferently, as if he didn't know that Xincheng deliberately threw stones at him, making Xincheng feel like he was punching cotton and couldn't exert any strength.

"It's Xincheng, why is he here?"

"Don't you know yet? Now that the selection for the Martial Monk Academy is approaching, he is snatching merit points everywhere to exchange for items to prepare for the selection!"

"I also heard that he was acquainted with a senior fellow from the Martial Monk Academy, who gave him a fragment of a painting of an elephant crossing a river."

"What? It's actually a fragment of the painting of the fragrant elephant crossing the river. That's a painting that we can't even afford even if we work as chores for half our lives!"

"Yes, Junior Brother Xinding is probably in trouble."

(End of this chapter)