Shortly after.
Ye Qingyun and others arrived at Sacred Heart Temple.
Venerable Jing Ping has already told all the monks in Sacred Heart Temple about Monk Xueyin.
It caused an uproar.
The monks did not believe in the Venerable Jing Ping at all, and believed that the Venerable Jing Ping had evil thoughts and wanted to seize the abbot's position.
No matter how Venerable Jing Ping explains the reason, it will be of no use.
We can only use the power of the Lankavatara Sutra to calm down the monks.
But it was not possible to dissolve the Blood Guanyin's magic power in their bodies for a while.
Fortunately, Ye Qingyun and the others came at this time.
Ye Qingyun also saw the trouble that Master Jingping encountered, and without saying a word, he immediately sacrificed the Ksitigarbha Orb.
The Ksitigarbha orb flew to the sky above the Sacred Heart Temple, scattering green Buddha light.
Buzz buzz!!!
soon.
The entire Sacred Heart Temple is shrouded in green Buddha light.
Under the influence of Ksitigarbha Buddha's power, the monks of Sacred Heart Temple fell into confusion.
Blood-red threads appeared from between their eyebrows.
Like a leech.
Twisting and struggling.
"really!"
Seeing this scene, Ye Qingyun couldn't help but frown.
"All the monks in the Sacred Heart Temple are controlled by the magic power of Blood Guanyin."
The five great Zen masters also had very complicated moods.
They were the same before, controlled by the magic power of Blood Guanyin. If they hadn't met Ye Qingyun, the five of them would still have no idea what they were like.
boom!!!
All the blood-red threads were forced out at this moment.
But he saw that the blood-red threads did not escape, but quickly gathered together.
A strange aura filled the air in all directions in an instant.
It turns out that even the underground treasures can't suppress this aura.
"not good!"
Venerable Jing Ping and the five great Zen masters all felt something was wrong, and their expressions changed dramatically.
All the blood-red threads gathered in one place.
It transformed into the shape of a woman.
"Wonderful!"
Ye Qingyun's pupils shrank, Miao Shan, who had not appeared for a long time, actually appeared in this way.
The figure formed by the converging blood-red threads is no different from the girl Miaoshan he saw at the beginning.
Ye Qingyun almost forgot the existence of this woman.
But I didn't expect it.
This woman reappeared in this way.
But the Miaoshan who appeared this time was completely different from the weak girl he saw before.
I saw her wearing a red gauze, sitting cross-legged on a red lotus, with blood-red flowers blooming around her.
And Miaoshan's charming face was full of compassion.
A pair of eyes, as if looking at the suffering of all living beings.
It's heartwarming.
"Bodhisattva!!!"
Many monks in the Sacred Heart Temple below were horrified, and they subconsciously knelt down to Miao Shan.
"Can't kneel!"
Master Jing Ping knew something was wrong and immediately shouted loudly.
But it's too late.
Already hundreds of monks were kneeling on the ground subconsciously, kowtowing to Miaoshan.
As a result, the bodies of these hundreds of monks trembled, and the blood-red thread penetrated into their bodies again.
When the other monks saw this, they all knew that this was not the real Guanyin Bodhisattva, and they quickly stopped kneeling.
"How dare you act so arrogantly in front of this immortal?"
Ye Qingyun was furious.
Immediately let the Ksitigarbha Orb cast the spell again.
But this time, the Ksitigarbha Orb could not absorb the blood-red threads from the bodies of hundreds of monks.
It seems that those hundreds of monks are not simply possessed by the magic power of Blood Guanyin.
Their aura has completely changed.
Even his expression became hollow and numb, and he kept chanting "Save the suffering, the Great Merciful and Great Compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva".
When Venerable Jing Ping and the five great Zen masters saw this situation, their hearts trembled.
"Sin, sin, sin! I'm afraid the souls of these monks have been controlled by it."
Zen Master Yunfeng clasped his hands together with a look of unbearable expression on his face.
"What do you mean?"
Ye Qingyun was a little confused.
"In other words, the life and death of these monks are all determined by that woman's thoughts."
Venerable Jing Ping sighed and said.
Upon hearing this, Ye Qingyun suddenly understood.
These hundreds of monks were held hostage by Miao Shan.
With just one thought, the souls of hundreds of monks can be wiped out.
"So insidious!"
Ye Qingyun stared at Miao Shan sitting cross-legged on the red lotus with a very ugly expression on his face.
Miaoshan was also looking at Ye Qingyun.
Her eyes were not calm either.
My heart is even more turbulent.
All along, Miao Shan thought that things would develop as he expected.
Whether it is Xueyin Divine Monk, Sacred Heart Temple, or the entire Xifanhezhou.
All in the palm of your hand.
You will get everything you want.
Unexpectedly.
The Xueyin Divine Monk, whom he had given high hopes to, unexpectedly failed like this.
And it was a complete failure.
To be continued...