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Chapter 42 Poetry into eight grades, the prestige of "Ask the Buddha"!

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    "It turned out that the incense money was not offered!!"

    In the mountains and forests, clanging sounds exploded in the void.

    Buzz!

    All of a sudden, the void vibrated violently, as if it couldn't bear the questioning of these sonorous voices, and would be shattered at any moment.

    Click!  !

    At the same time, in the void, cracks appeared on the figure of the Buddha sitting horizontally, like cracked ceramics.

    "This poem is called: "Ask the Buddha"!"

    At this time, Bu Feifan's voice sounded immediately after.

    Boom!  !

    In an instant, the Buddha's shadow was shattered, and all living beings turned into a boundless sea of ??blood, rushing straight to Douxiao with soaring resentment.

    Buzz

    At the same moment, the sound of Confucian rhyme, like a bell in the morning and a drum in the evening, resounded loudly.

    One, two, three

    There were eight straight beeps before the Confucian rhyme stopped.

    Immediately afterwards, the mighty Wen Qi of the Eight Paths descended from the sky, bursting with vast white light, and threw it directly at Bu Feifan.

    These eight powerful literary qi are as thick and thin as the seven literary qi that descended from the sky because of "Zhong Kui Killing the Spirit Picture".

    "The first poem?! The eighth grade hymn?! This how is this possible?!"

    At this time, staring at the Eight Ways of Wenqi falling from the sky, Master Pu Shan's pupils shrank sharply, his eyes were rounded, his expression seemed to be enlightened, he was startled and frightened, he shook his head in disbelief, and shouted in shock.

    Poetry, if you want to enter the product, it will evolve thousands of mysterious changes. The most important thing is not the sentence or rhyme of the poem itself, but whether it can be recognized by the "Tai Xue Tao" in the dark.

    Only with the approval of the "Tai Xue Dao" can the poems be completely entered into poems. If they are not approved by the "Tai Xue Dao", they will be useless poems that are not in the quality.

    However, once the content or artistic conception of the poem involves the powerhouses above the level of the great religions or saints, the probability of being recognized by the "Tai Xue Dao" and becoming a poem is much lower than that of poems with general content.  There are too many, it can be said that it is less than one part in a billion.

    Looking at Confucianism since its birth, there have been only a few dozen poems involving the great religions of the heavens or the powerhouses above the saint level.  'Ping Tian Poetry' is the strongest.

    However, even the "Pingtian Poems" written by Confucius are nothing but six-rank poems, the peak of immortal rank.

    Therefore, all creatures in this world, no matter Buddhism, Taoism, monsters, ghosts, etc., or even all Confucianism cultivators, everyone agrees that once the content or artistic conception of poetry involves the teachings of the heavens or above the level of saints  A strong person, even if he can be recognized by the 'Tai Xue Dao' and become a poem, he will definitely not be able to surpass the immortal rank and reach the holy rank!

    This is already a deep-rooted common understanding!

    However, now, an eighth-grade hymn aimed at Buddhism, one of the great religions of the heavens, was actually born in front of him!

    For a moment, Master Pushan only felt his head buzzing, his heart was full of shock and disbelief, he was in a trance, and he was a little absent-minded.

    Boom!  !

    And at this moment, suddenly, another invisible force fell on him.

    This is an extremely mysterious force with a mysterious and inexplicable rule. As soon as it fell on him, Master Pushan found that his cultivation base in the fairyland fell to a level in an instant.

    "What?!"

    Immediately, Master Pushan was startled suddenly, came back to his senses, and subconsciously confirmed his own situation.

    With a thought, a sweep of mana, and in the blink of an eye, Master Pushan confirmed the situation.

    He was really knocked down to a level!

    "Is this the mystery of "Questing the Buddha"?! It was able to knock down my cultivation base by a big realm?!"

    For a moment, Master Pushan's face was ashen, startled and angry, and his eyes were full of resentment to stare at Bu Feifan.

    After tens of thousands of years of hard work, he has the cultivation base of the current peak of the earth immortal.

    Now, he was directly knocked down to a great level, from the peak of the earth immortal to the cultivation base of only the peak of Duifan's thirty-sixth heaven.

    How can this make him not angry, how can he not hate?  !

    At the moment, Master Pushan wished he could tear Bu Feifan in half!

    "My cultivation base why is my cultivation base gone?!"

    At the same moment, an invisible force fell from Fayun's body,In a short while, his whole body was cut off, and he fell from a half-step fairyland powerhouse to a mortal.

    Suddenly, after losing his whole body cultivation base, Fa Yuandang collapsed to the ground with his whole body powerless, his face was full of panic and terror!

    "What happened?!"

    Liu Yanchang on the side looked at Fa Yun and Master Pu Shan in a daze.

    Because, like Fayun and Master Pushan, he did not encounter the horror of the invisible force knocking down the realm and cutting off the cultivation base

    Master Pushan glanced at Liu Yanchang and found that he was not affected. Immediately, a gleam of clarity flashed in his eyes full of resentment.

    It seems that the mystery of this poem is only aimed at people in Buddhism, and only people in Buddhism will be knocked down or cut off their cultivation realm!

    In this way, if this poem is spread, won't people in my Buddhism be subject to Confucianism in the future?  !

    As soon as he thought about it, Master Pushan's eyes were filled with cruelty and sternness: "No this poem must not be allowed to spread No, this person can't stay either!!"

    Boom!

    All of a sudden, Master Pushan's eyes were full of murderous intent. Immediately, when he folded his hands together, a golden brocade appeared between his hands, floating in the void

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