C1887 (1/2)
This is to the limit of performance, perhaps the next second, Fang Yang will directly faint! And now he can't move, he can't speak, he can't move at all!
As time goes by, Fang Yang's heart becomes more and more heavy. Finally, the last trace of Zhenyuan's power in Fang Yang's body is emptied, his eyes are dark, and he is in a coma.
Just when Fang Yang was about to fall, the pagoda behind him suddenly burst out a strong golden light, which rushed into the sky. Fang Yang, who was about to fall, was also fixed on the spot!
All the believers in Zhugu holy land were attracted by the golden light and went out of the tent one after another to worship the holy land.
When the golden light reached the acme, a treasure appeared in the air. It looked similar to Fang Yangdao.
With the emergence of the treasure, the sky rang out the obscure Sanskrit, golden runes, flying all over the sky. Fang Yang tried his best and didn't activate the array. It was activated instantly.
The golden light on the array chart is connected with the array on the other nine snow mountains, and it has evolved into a nine grade lotus platform, which is just under the body of the treasure in the sky!
At jicuo's side, utu and Uli had arrived. Seeing the magnificent scenery in the air, they were all excited: ”Jiupin saint! Zhugu has reached the realm of Jiupin saint! ”
Wutu and Wuli are also full of tears: ”the rise of holy land is just around the corner!”
In the eyes of all, Fang Yang is now a treasure, solemn, and heaven's holy Dharma. No one knows that he is now out of his mind and has no idea what happened.
The treasure in the air existed for nearly a cup of tea, and finally disappeared gradually. When all the different aspects were gone, Fang Yang's body had no support and fell to the ground.
Jicuo, Wutu and Wuli, kneeling on the ground, quickly helped him up and explored his pulse:
”it's just excessive consumption and overwork, it doesn't matter. Just have a good rest for a few days. Carry it to the main hall first. ”
By the time he woke up, it was noon the next day. Fang Yang struggled to sit up. Jicuo and Wutu around him immediately surrounded him: ”master Zhugu, are you awake? How are you doing? ”
”Well, it's OK, just a little dizzy.”
Fang Yang seems to have a strange dream. In the dream, there is a monk who looks similar to him. He sits opposite him and reads some scriptures he doesn't understand from beginning to end.
Fang Yang can be sure that he has never heard of those strange characters before. Strangely enough, he not only listened to it completely, but also understood it all!
But if you want him to say what the scriptures say, you can't say it at all. The mysterious and mysterious feeling is maddening.
Jicuo three people still worried: ”Lord Zhugu, you'd better lie down and have a rest? If you have anything, just let us do it. ”
Fang Yang shook his head: ”nothing, just met some strange things...” As like as two peas,
's eyes were swept up to the Buddha in the hall, and he opened his mouth wide and pointed at the statue of Buddha: ”this is exactly the same!”
Jicuo and others looked at the Buddha statue in the direction he pointed out: ”my Lord, this is the first Dharma statue of Zhugu. Should you see it for the first time today?”
Fang Yang said definitely: ”no! When I was in a coma just now, I saw this statue and kept reading scriptures that I didn't understand. ”
Jicuo asked, ”the Scriptures you don't understand? Can you try to say something? I'll judge. ”
”I'll try.” Fang Yang thought about it carefully and said a series of standard Sanskrit scriptures. Pronunciation standard, enunciation clear, jicuo and Wutu, Wuli three people listen to silly.
Fang Yang wanted to say a few words, but he couldn't stop when he opened his mouth! It took nearly half an hour to stop.