Chapter 810: The Mysterious Tofu Heavenly Venerable

"Tofu Heavenly Venerable?"

The little novice monk was startled when he heard the existence in the sword recount his past. This was truly an extremely remarkable existence.

He searched his brains for a long time, but still couldn't think of any ancient great power crowned with the word "Tofu."

"Sigh, forget it, forget it. It seems that even I cannot escape the fate of being nameless in time."

The Tofu Heavenly Venerable sighed, not knowing whether he was sighing at the ruthlessness of time or recalling that carefree era.

"It's just a pity that my causality is too heavy. If I appear in the world, I am afraid it will trigger a shocking immortal war, and this small Western Heaven Temple will be turned into ruins."

"Then, then what should I do?" The little novice monk didn't expect that a sword he picked up at random would involve so many things, trembling with fear, for fear of touching some great causality.

"I am currently temporarily residing in this immortal sword, which is to eliminate causality. As long as you, little monk, don't leak my affairs, nothing will happen."

"That's good, that's good. My mouth is the tightest, and I will definitely not tell anyone about the senior's affairs," the little novice monk said hurriedly.

"That would be best."

After saying that, no sound came from the sword. I don't know if the Tofu Heavenly Venerable was too lazy to speak or fell into a deep sleep.

Knowing the origin of the Tofu Heavenly Venerable, the little novice monk didn't dare to be negligent, and even more didn't dare to have the idea of abandoning the immortal sword. He carefully held the immortal sword, tiptoed back to the meditation room.

The meditation room was a large bed that could accommodate six or seven people to sleep. The little novice monk quietly found a clean long strip of cloth, wrapped the Green Sharp Sword, found his position, placed it by the pillow, and then fell asleep.

"Xinding, why did you go to the toilet for so long last night?" Waking up in the morning, the companion asked when the little novice monk was getting dressed.

He was dazed when he slept last night and couldn't remember how long the little novice monk went to the toilet, just feeling that the time was quite long.

"Amitabha, a monk does not lie."

"So?"

"So I can't say," the little novice monk said seriously. The Tofu Heavenly Venerable's affairs couldn't be told to others, otherwise it would destroy the Western Heaven Temple. Now he shouldered the heavy responsibility of saving the Western Heaven Temple.

"Ah?"

Waking up in the morning, the little novice monk got dressed, ate a light breakfast, attended morning classes to recite scriptures, and did chores with other handyman monks, such as carrying water, chopping wood, and cleaning the courtyard. After doing all this, he sat in meditation.

"Little monk, are you meditating?" A dull and ancient voice came from the immortal sword. The Tofu Heavenly Venerable noticed that the little novice monk had a foundation for practice, about the fifth layer of Qi Condensation.

In front of the little novice monk was a yellowed Luo Han Subduing Demon Picture, and he was meditating on this picture to stimulate his spiritual sense.

The cultivation world generally used meditation methods to increase spiritual sense. Meng Jingzhou's method of suppressing instinctive impulses to increase spiritual sense was a method used by very few people.

The little novice monk was startled, looking left and right, and found that neither the senior brothers and junior brothers meditating, nor the deacon uncle, heard the Heavenly Venerable's voice.

"Don't look, this is spiritual sense transmission, others can't hear it."

The little novice monk then replied: "Back to the Heavenly Venerable, yes."

"This is the most basic meditation picture. If you want to get a better meditation picture, you need to make contributions to the temple and exchange it with merit points."

The little novice monk smiled shyly: "However, this Luo Han Subduing Demon Picture is already very good. It is said that this was passed down from the ancient era."

What the little novice monk held naturally couldn't be an authentic work, only a rubbing version of the ancient meditation picture.

"This kind of thing is also worthy of being called a meditation picture." The Tofu Heavenly Venerable shook his head, sneering at the little novice monk's meditation method.

"Since you met me, it means you have a fate with me. I will pass on the real ancient meditation picture to you, so as not to lose my face in the future."

The Tofu Heavenly Venerable used his spiritual sense as a brand to imprint a picture in the little novice monk's brain.

"This is?!"

The little novice monk closed his eyes, and the Tofu Heavenly Venerable's spiritual sense brand appeared in his mind.

That was a golden divine dragon soaring between heaven and earth, a natural supreme being, more domineering than any true dragon portrait the little novice monk had seen in books. The divine dragon frowned, and it brought down immortal thunder all over the sky, as if heaven and earth changed with his will.

"This is one of the five founders of your Buddha sect. I have met him several times. This meditation picture can be called the Yinglong Meditation Picture."

*One of the five founders of the Buddha sect! *

Hearing these five big words, the little novice monk's heart shook violently. Wasn't the founder of the Buddha sect the World Honored One? How did it become five in the Heavenly Venerable's mouth?!

The little novice monk meditated on the Yinglong Great Venerable and found that the effect of stimulating spiritual sense was far better than the Luo Han Subduing Demon Picture!

Generally speaking, the stronger the person in the meditation picture, the greater the influence of their deeds on the world, and the more related it was to the meditator's cultivation method, the better the effect of meditation.

The effect was so good, which showed that the true dragon in the meditation picture was related to the Buddha Dharma, and its status in the Buddha sect was absolutely outrageously high!

*It really is one of the founders of the Buddha sect! *

The little novice monk felt more and more that the Tofu Heavenly Venerable was unfathomable. This thing he gave him casually overturned his cognition.

"Dare to ask Heavenly Venerable, what is going on with the five founders of the Buddha sect?"

"Your cultivation is too low, it is not yet time to know the secrets of the ancient era."

"Yes."

From the perspective of meditation, Lu Yang was also meditating, but he meditated on the living Decayed Fairy, not any picture.

This was equivalent to Lu Yang meditating all the time, and his spiritual sense was naturally far beyond his peers.

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

"Little monk is Xinding, a handyman monk in the handyman courtyard."

"Subduing the heart ape to settle the universe, a good dharma name."

With the mysterious Tofu Heavenly Venerable giving the ancient meditation picture, the little novice monk Xinding felt that his spiritual sense cultivation was advancing by leaps and bounds, and he had never felt so smooth.

Several days passed, Xinding's spiritual sense became more and more powerful, and his whole person's spirit had changed, but other handyman monks were in contact with Xinding every day and didn't notice this subtle change.

On this day, Xinding finished meditating and walked out of the meditation room. Suddenly, a pebble flew over, aiming at Xinding's forehead.

Xinding sensed it and dodged it by tilting his head.

"Junior Brother Xinding, your skills have become quite good in the past few days?" Several handyman monks laughed lightly. The leading handyman monk was holding several pebbles in his hand.

"So it's Senior Brother Xincheng." Xinding responded lightly, as if he didn't know Xincheng deliberately used pebbles to hit him, making Xincheng feel like he was punching cotton, unable to use his strength.

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

"Don't you know? Now that the selection for the Wu Seng Courtyard is imminent, he is grabbing merit points everywhere to exchange for items to welcome the selection!"

"I also heard that he is acquainted with the senior brother of the Wu Seng Courtyard, and the senior brother of the Wu Seng Courtyard gave him a remnant picture of the Elephant Crossing the River."

"What, it's actually a remnant picture of the Elephant Crossing the River? That's a meditation picture we can't afford even after working as a handyman for half a lifetime!"

"Yes, Junior Brother Xinding is in trouble." ===== CHAPTER 811 =====