Ancient Temple
Long Fei was overwhelmed with shock.
Piccolo himself also shivered slightly.
Even he himself did not expect to explode his power to this extent, how could there be an additional 'Swastika' character!
Never before.
Long Fei trembled slightly, and retreated quickly.
Piccolo's expression also changed, he quickly retracted his power, and retreated continuously. He looked at Long Fei in shock, and said: "Just now …" "Just now …"
Long Fei looked at Piccolo's astonished expression and said: "Don't tell me you didn't know before?"
Piccolo used his hand to touch his back, but he couldn't feel anything. He turned around and showed it to Long Fei, and said: "Is there something on my back?"
There was a big 'swastika' imprint on his back.
Long Fei nodded, and said: "This should be the Buddha Lord's imprint, right?"
The rumors of those who were born with the Buddha's imprint were all fake. They were all tattooed on, otherwise, how could the people of the Heavenly Palace of Bliss not have discovered it?
However …
The mark on Piccolo's body had just appeared.
It could also be said that it had just awakened!
This was the true orthodox Buddhist Sect, the Buddha Lord's imprint.
Piccolo was completely stunned, and muttered: "Buddha Lord's imprint? "Swastika mark, how could it be me?"
Long Fei laughed: "Seems like you are that Holy Son."
Piccolo shook his head, and said: "I can't be a Holy Son, and I can't become a Holy Son. I only want to become a Martial Buddha, and not a Holy Son."
Hearing him talk about becoming a Martial Buddha, Long Fei did not know what a Martial Buddha was, and could not help but ask: "What is a Martial Buddha?"
Piccolo looked at Long Fei, and said: "It's the person who protects the Holy Son."
"Huh?"
Long Fei was startled, "What does that mean? It's better to become a Holy Son. As long as the 'swastika' imprint on your back is revealed, you don't need to choose, you will be a Holy Son."
How many Holy Sons were there?
If there were three holy sons, then Long Fei would only have two spots to compete for.
If there was only one Holy Son.
In that case, Piccolo was Long Fei's strongest opponent.
Piccolo shook his head and said, "I don't want to become a Holy Son, and … the swastika mark doesn't mean anything. The key is …"
He looked at Long Fei. He looked at Long Fei seriously and said, "In Saint Buddha World, there are two types of people who can awaken the swastika. One is to break through themselves and the other is the power of a saint."
"You …"
Piccolo looked at Long Fei seriously and did not finish his sentence. He shook his head and said, "Saint, how can you be a great chef?"
"Definitely not."
"But …"
"Self-breakthrough isn't right either." For a moment, Piccolo was in a dilemma.
He did not believe that Long Fei was the Saint.
Similarly.
He also knew that his strength could not break through that shackle. In other words, he did not awaken the swastika mark by breaking through himself.
What was the reason?
He was very conflicted.
Long Fei was too lazy to think too much about it. In any case, he was the one who awakened the swastika mark, not him.
Of course.
Long Fei did not know that the moment their fists collided, the power of the Holy Buddha in his body surged, and it was also because of this surge of power that allowed Piccolo to awaken the swastika mark in his body.
The Holy Son had descended.
The form was different every time.
However …
There was one form that was the same.
When the Holy Son descended, the eight Martial Buddhas would also descend.
Only the Holy Son could awaken the power in their bodies.
However …
The mark on the Martial Buddha's body was different every time. There had never been a swastika mark, because … This swastika represented the Buddha Lord.
If it was the Martial Buddha.
Then this was the supreme power of the mark.
"Don't think so much."
"I've already hit you, and I've even activated the power of the mark for you. Now, you can bring me to the Buddhist Scriptures Pavilion, right?" Long Fei did not think too much about why Piccolo would awaken his power.
He didn't even think about himself.
Piccolo scratched his head: "I'm too lazy to think about it. Who cares what the reason is, I'm me anyway."
"Let's go!"
"I will definitely do what I promised you."
"It's just that … We're not going to the Buddhist Scriptures Pavilion. I'll take you to another place." Piccolo smiled mysteriously, "The Buddhist scriptures in that place are the orthodox Buddhist sects."
"If anyone can comprehend the Buddhist scriptures inside, they will definitely not be inferior to the eminent monks of the Heavenly Palace of Bliss."
Piccolo brought Long Fei into the sewer.
Nine twists and turns, who knew how many twists and turns there were, but Long Fei did not complain.
After a full two hours.
Piccolo pointed to the ruins in front of him and said: "We're here!"
"This is also my home!"
"That's not right."
"It should be the place where I was born." Piccolo giggled and walked into the ruins.
Long Fei looked at the ruins in front of him in a daze. In front of him was a dilapidated temple. The temple looked very old, and … It was built underground?
This was what he couldn't figure out.
There was definitely no Buddhism that was built underground.
Piccolo looked at Long Fei's dazed expression and said proudly: "How is it? Awesome, right? This temple used to be an ancient relic. "
"Ancient relic?" Long Fei was in disbelief.
Piccolo said: "The Sacred Buddha Realm is, but in this temple."
Long Fei looked at Piccolo.
He didn't know much about the Sacred Buddha Realm, but he had heard that the Sacred Buddha Realm was indeed born in a temple. Of course … He definitely didn't believe that the temple in front of him was the Sacred Buddha Realm.
Piccolo pointed to a collapsed building in the ruins and said: "That's the Scripture Pavilion. There are a lot of Buddhist scriptures inside, feel free to read them."
"I'll definitely be able to handle tomorrow's Buddhist assessment."
Following that.
Piccolo walked to the other side and looked at it silently. After pausing for a few seconds, he said: "I'll go get you something to eat."
He walked into a sewer and disappeared.
Long Fei stood in the middle of the ruins and looked around.
This place seemed to be the center of the sewer. There were tunnels all around, and the sewer turned into a small waterfall. The ruins were like an isolated island.
If there was no unpleasant smell.
If one looked at it from afar … This place looked more like a fairyland.
Long Fei looked at the surrounding buildings. He could still vaguely see some carvings on the buildings. They were all pictures that Long Fei had never seen before. Even the Heavenly Palace of Bliss didn't have them.
"Ancient temple?"
Long Fei walked to the Scripture Pavilion that Piccolo mentioned and looked at the books that were covered in dust. The covers of the books had been corroded to the point that they couldn't be seen clearly.
What scripture?
He had no idea.
Long Fei flipped through the first book. The words inside were all words that he didn't understand, tadpole language.
The second book.
It was still the same.
"This is called a scripture?"
"This is called a heavenly book, right?"
Long Fei's head was about to explode. Looking at those tadpole-like words, his scalp went numb. What he hated the most in his life was reading books, his brain wasn't enough.
He quickly flipped through one book after another.
He didn't understand a single word.
However …
When Long Fei flipped to the last book, his expression slightly tensed up, "Holy Buddha Heavenly Book?"
Suddenly.
The remnant soul of the Titan King woke up.
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