"The immortal said that the magic weapon he held was Hao Yangjing!"

"Is that awesome?!"

Wusheng looked at the magic weapon in his hand, but the foggy mirror surface showed his face. No matter how he looked, he didn't look like it, without the pressure revealed by the sharp edge of the magic axe.

"As far as I know, this Hao sunglasses have only appeared twice in thousands of years."

"What about another time?"

"About two thousand years ago, the Yuwang Cauldron appeared, but was taken away by a demon. The Yuwang Cauldron is a magic weapon that suppresses the fortune of the nine states. It is boundless and rumored to be able to form one's own world and reverse the reality. The demon's warrior has been traversing for more than three hundred years, and no one can control it. Later, an immortal appeared. He held a magic weapon in his hand, broke the divine power of the Yuwang Cauldron, turned the demon into ashes, and destroyed both his soul and soul. The magic weapon used by the immortal was Haoyang Mirror."

"Awesome!" Wusheng couldn't help but applaud.

"What happened later?"

"Later, the Yu King's Cauldron left through the air and no one found it. The Haoyang Glass also left with the immortal. Since then, it has never appeared again."

"I didn't expect my magic weapon to be so powerful!" Wu Sheng gently stroked the treasure in his hand.

"No blood wasted."

"No, I'm talking about Hao Yangjing, not this treasure in your hand." Kongxu said.

"Isn't this Hao Yangjing?"

"No." Kongxu shook his head.

"Why? Master, didn't you say you were like this?"

"I have never seen the treasure that disappeared more than a thousand years ago. I have only seen its description in a book. I can't make a specific judgment. But if you think about it carefully, the treasure in your hand should not be Hao Yangjing. Look, you have already obtained the sharp blade of the King of Yu's magic axe, which is also a magic weapon, right?"

"yes."

"Then you can't get Hao sunglasses anymore."

"Why can't you get it again? Is there any connection between these two?" Wusheng became even more confused after hearing this.

"Yes, do you know that people have luck? If ordinary people have better luck, they can get rich. If they have better luck, they can get rich. If they enter the court, they are rich. Those who can be named marquis and generals are basically the upper limit of luck. To be a king or an emperor, it requires a great luck. As the saying goes, great luck. The same is true for monks. Practicing not only depends on understanding but also on talent, but also on opportunity, that is, luck, and this magic weapon is the same." Monk Kongxu said while cleaning up the chessboard.

"In more than a year, you first got the Haoyang Glass and the sharp edge of the King of Yu's Divine Axe. With such great luck, who do you think you are, Buddha's reincarnation?"

Wusheng was silent after hearing this. He thought about it carefully. What Monk Kongxu said was not without reason. If the magic weapon is so easy to obtain, it means that his luck is so good! It looks like the son of the plane in the legend?

"What is this?"

He looked up at the empty monk who was sweating heavily and was wiping his sweat.

"Master, why do you suddenly sweat so much?"

"I don't know why, but I suddenly felt panic."

"Is it still a feeling of being hollowed out?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Kongxu nodded.

"You are weak, hurry up and go and replenish it. Get some wolfberry and red dates, and read less books that are not suitable for children." Wusheng said angrily. After saying that, he got up and left.

"Remember what I said to you, don't use that magic weapon easily." Kongxu shouted at him.

"I understand, hurry up and go and make up for it." Wusheng waved without looking back.

"Oh, this kid is getting harder and harder to deceive!" Monk Kongxu sighed.

Monk Kongxu sighed, looked down at the endgame on the chessboard, and suddenly laughed.

"Good thing, good thing!"

"What a good thing? Junior brother is so happy?" Monk Kongkong walked over from the side.

"Senior brother, I think this child Wusheng is really destined to be with me Buddha!"

"oh?!"

"If this time can be successful, we will persist for another twenty or thirty years, and perhaps we can completely destroy the body of the Rakshasa king."

"Why do you want to destroy his body?!" Monk Kongkong suddenly said coldly.

The face that originally had a peaceful smile was cold and creepy, his eyes were blood-red, and his whole body seemed like an evil ghost who was about to rise up.

Monk Kongxu was stunned when he saw this and looked at his senior brother carefully, but in an instant, he completely changed his body.

Amitabha,

Put your hands together and chant the Buddha's name.

He stared at Monk Kongkong like this, with a serious expression. After a moment, Monk Kongkong's hideous expression disappeared, and he returned to the calmness and peace that had just come to life.

"Hey, it happened again just now!" Monk Kongkong sighed and sat on the stone bench.

"Senior Brother, the path you are walking is too dangerous."

"I don't know, but I'm already on the road and can't turn back." Monk Kongkong said.

In the following days, life returned to peace.

Wusheng's whole day of practice was a bit like an ascetic monk. After seeing the body of Rakshasa King that day, he felt the pressure on his shoulders again.

Abbot Kong Kong was sick and his master was a verbal king. He looked unreliable no matter how you looked. It seemed that he was the only one in this temple, who seemed normal, and he and Senior Brother Wudou, and he would still rely on them in the future.

A peaceful day is like flowing water in the mountains, flowing into the distance without realizing it, never returning.

Fifteen days after obtaining the "vajra", Abbot Kong Kong notified the other three people that he was about to go into seclusion again.

This time everyone knew what he meant to go into seclusion, but was just going to use a vajra to deal with the body of the Rakshasa king, and to poke the third eye on his forehead to prevent the bleeding mist from coming again in advance.

There is a lot of risk in this, but no one knows how big it is, because they have never done this before, they just passively deal with the blood mist and never actively destroy the source of their origin. In the early years, how the masters in Lanruo Temple destroyed the two arms of the Rakshasa King's body because it took too long and there were too many changes in the middle. They did not know that over the years, whenever the blood mist broke out, they just passively blocked it, just like the floods in the world were raging back then. Gun only knew one reason to block it. This was the first time they took the initiative to touch this source.

"Senior brother, let's go together this time?" said Monk Kongxu.

"Master, I want to go with you too." Wudie said.

"Everyone has gone in, what if something goes wrong?" Monk Kongkong asked back.

"Senior brother, this time is different from the past. I am really worried that you will enter the formation by yourself. Why not do this? We will close the mountain gate, close the temple, and go in together. Wusheng and Wudou and I will not enter the formation. We will just watch outside the formation. If there is any accident, we can also help."

"Okay." Monk Kongkong nodded after thinking for a while.

The temple was closed and the mountain gate was closed. As usual, Wusheng wanted to go down the mountain. Let me tell the villagers at the foot of the mountain that during this period, a few villagers would go up the mountain to burn incense and worship Buddha in a few days. They were very pious and also gave the temple a sense of incense. They should be notified of the matter of closing the temple.

After going down the mountain, entering the village, he found the old man with the highest seniority in the village, and told him about the matter.

"Master, don't worry, I will notify the people in the village about this matter." The old man said, he didn't have much strength to speak, and there was not much glory in his eyes. This old man was far less vigorous than Wusheng saw last time.

Wusheng looked at it with the Dharma eye and felt that the old man was in a dim body and was entangled with gray breath in his body. This is a sign of illness.

"The donor is not feeling well?"

"I'm older and have a little worse health."

"The little monk will show you."

Wusheng can't see a doctor, but after experimenting several times before, the Buddha light condensed from the supernatural powers he practiced can indeed dispel all kinds of negative and bad auras in the human body. These negative auras are the root of the disease. If you dispel them, the disease will naturally be cured.

"Then I'll be in trouble." The old man hurriedly said after hearing this.

Wusheng asked the old man to sit down and chant the six-character mantra of Buddhism. During this period of time, he practiced and read through and realized the Buddhist scriptures, and felt that the Buddhist scriptures were of infinite use. It not only improves one's own practice, subdue demons, saves sentient beings, but also cures diseases and saves people. For example, this "six-character mantra" can be used to promote Buddhism to cure diseases and eliminate disasters.
Chapter completed!