Chapter 326: The Mysterious Door of Buddhism, the Price of Friendship

Chapter 326: The Mysterious Door of Buddhism, the Price of Friendship

"Elder Lin, you don't know that our Wanfa Temple's Sutra Drying Conference used to be a serious Sutra Drying Conference."

"But after countless years, there are many cultivators who are not convinced by our Wanfa Temple and always want to make trouble at our Wanfa Temple's Sutra Drying Conference."

"Over time, our Wanfa Temple's Sutra Drying Conference has evolved into a competition to make friends through martial arts."

"But don't worry, Elder Lin, you have a deep connection with our Wanfa Temple, so you don't have to worry too much."

Jiu Mo explained with a smile, and Lin Fan was relieved.

Carefully thinking about Jiu Mo's words, Lin Fan laughed dumbly.

"No wonder the monks of Wanfa Temple are so evil. It turns out that they are not good people!"

Complaining is complaining, but Lin Fan dare not be careless.

Although Jiu Mo repeatedly hinted that the benefits he gave were enough to allow him to successfully get connected with the matter of winning the championship.

But Lin Fan was still fully prepared.

"Amitabha, our Wanfa Temple has set up 18 Buddhist mysteries this time. All donors, please try it out. As long as you are predestined, you will definitely pass the 18 Buddhist mysteries and win the first place."

"Of course, we have already announced the reward for the first place, which is to enter the Karma Fire Lake and enjoy the Heavenly Longevity Divine Fire."

The voice of the abbot of Wanfa Temple suddenly sounded from the void.

I saw a fat-headed, big-eared, kind-looking monk, wearing a cassock, sitting cross-legged in the void with a compassionate face.

Behind him, a series of pure Buddha lights shot out like flowing clouds, illuminating a range of dozens of miles.

It made him look more solemn and solemn.

Even when Lin Fan saw the abbot of Wanfa Temple, he also had a touch of worship.

But soon, he secretly practiced the skills to make himself look normal.

Jiumo, who was standing by, looked calm, but when he saw Lin Fan regain his clarity quickly under the baptism of the Buddha's light from the abbot of Wanfa Temple, he could not help but secretly marvel in his heart.

"The abbot is an early Nascent Soul cultivator. With his Buddhist teachings, he will surely make us Jindan cultivators bow our heads. But Elder Lin quickly regained his composure. He is indeed extraordinary. No wonder he survived the ancient demon Wuyou." Jiumo secretly said.

At this moment, other Jindan cultivators also woke up one after another.

After paying their respects to the abbot of Wanfa Temple, they strode towards the lecture hall.

However, these cultivators who were rushing forward could not even enter the first open door.

They were completely blocked outside by an invisible and powerful Buddha's light and could not move forward.

Even if they tried their best, it was useless.

"Is this the mysterious door of Buddhism? It is indeed very mysterious!"

Seeing this, Lin Fan was secretly surprised.

His mind quickly landed on the Buddhist Mysterious Gate, and after carefully investigating for a long time, he could not find any flaws.

This made him feel a little confused.

However, thinking that Jiumo had already hinted at him, he did not feel too much pressure.

After waiting for a meal, only a dozen of the immortal cultivators who came to the lecture hall passed the first Buddhist Mysterious Gate, and Lin Fan finally couldn't help it.

"Master Jiumo, I'm going."

As he spoke, Lin Fan's figure flashed and came directly to the lecture hall.

Just as he was trying to enter the first Buddhist Mysterious Gate, the voice of a young monk sounded from Lin Fan's ears.

"This is Elder Lin from the Three Saints Sect, right? Senior Brother Jiumo has already greeted him, please come in!"

"This..."

Lin Fan was secretly surprised.

But he did not hesitate at all, and took a step forward and directly entered the Buddhist Mysterious Gate of the Lecture Hall.

At this moment, Tiancai saw clearly that a young monk in the early stage of Jindan, wearing a cassock, was controlling the Buddhist Xuanmen, rejecting the cultivators who should be rejected and bringing in the cultivators who should be let in.

Perhaps it was because Lin Fan had a deep relationship with Jiumo yesterday, and the young monk who controlled the Buddhist Xuanmen was very friendly to Lin Fan: "Elder Lin, please go in directly. Senior Brother Jiumo has already said hello, and these eighteen Buddhist Xuanmen will be unimpeded for you!"

Lin Fan looked very happy.

Passing the eighteen Buddhist Xuanmen means that he is one step closer to the Tianshou Divine Fire.

This also increased his probability of refining the Nine Yang Divine Pill a lot.

"Thank you, Master!"

Lin Fan thanked him and gave the young monk nearly a hundred medium-grade spirit stones without a sound, and then continued to walk in.

Although!

For others, the Buddhist Xuanmen, which is as difficult as ascending to heaven, is not a hindrance to Lin Fan at all.

Eighteen Buddhist gates. Whenever Lin Fan arrived, there was always a kind-looking and sweet-talking little monk who would open the gate for him and welcome him in.

Lin Fan was naturally not ignorant of etiquette.

After making good connections with each little monk, he calmly walked into the next Buddhist gate.

Eighteen Buddhist gates are simply as difficult as ascending to heaven for other people.

But for Lin Fan...

There was nothing to say for a while. When Lin Fan easily passed through the eighteen Buddhist gates by making good connections, he found that a little fat man of the same age as him was waiting outside the eighteenth Buddhist gate before him.

Seeing Lin Fan coming in, the little fat man was immediately happy.

"Huh? This fellow Taoist, you also came in by making good connections? I wonder how many good connections you have made?"

"Ah, this..."

Lin Fan was embarrassed by the other party's direct questioning.

Although he also spent a lot of money to come here, this must be a secret transaction, and he had to give some face to Wanfa Temple.

But this little fat man seemed to be ignorant of the world. When he asked Lin Fan blatantly, Lin Fan didn't know how to answer.

But the little fat man looked at him and muttered: "Daoyou, don't hide it. This Wanfa Temple advertised the city's sutra-drying conference to the outside world, but it was just a money-making conference. Not to mention entering the eighteen Buddhist gates, each gate requires a reward of one million middle-grade spirit stones. Even the qualification to enter Wanfa Temple requires a full three hundred thousand middle-grade spirit stones... These monks are too black-hearted. My father said this is a friendship price."

Lin Fan was stunned.

Looking at the little fat man, a touch of awe suddenly arose.

One Buddhist gate requires one million middle-grade spirit stones, and eighteen gates require 18 million middle-grade spirit stones.

This expense alone is not something that ordinary cultivators can afford.

Although the little fat man looked like he was in pain, he didn't feel sorry for it at all, which was enough to show that the other party was definitely from a prominent background.

"Ahem, you are really rich. But my situation is similar to yours." Lin Fan coughed lightly and said calmly.

When the little fat man heard this, a look of respect suddenly appeared on his face.

He glanced at Lin Fan with curiosity, and when he saw that there was an extremely pure demonic power slowly running in Lin Fan's body, he immediately asked curiously.

"May I ask you, fellow Taoist, are you the son of that demon king? My father is the West Sea Jiao King, one of the ten great demon kings. If you have the chance in the future, you must come to visit my West Sea Palace!"