At this time, he couldn't help, and everything depends on Wudun himself. However, this is not the first time he has faced Hongwu. With his previous experience, he knows it in his mind and is fine.

I saw Wudou closed his eyes, his body tense, and his right hand tightly held the iron rod standing on the ground. Wusheng stood aside and looked at him quietly.

After about half an hour, he opened his eyes. There was still the remaining blood red that had not faded and his forehead was covered with sweat.

"Amitabha." Wusheng breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's so dangerous, I almost couldn't get out!" Wudai smiled slightly at Wusheng.

It is said that it is difficult to get rid of the inner demons, and I am the most sad at this level, and it is indeed the case.

"The saddest thing has passed. After today, the red mist should slowly disappear." Wudie said.

"That's best." Wusheng Dao.

He is now a little physically and mentally exhausted, and he really doesn't know how long he can last.

Next, there were no more illusions, but there seemed to be some ghostly figures in the red fog, and there were some ghost crying sounds. No wild beasts came over. I am afraid that the beasts that had experienced the red fog before would escape when they saw the red fog, and the remaining ones died in the red fog a few days ago.

As Monk Wudou said, the red mist began to fade on the twelfth day after Abbot Kong Kong's retreat, but in just three days, all faded away, leaving behind devastation.

It was when the sun was about to set, and the mountain revealed its original appearance.

There is no leaf left on the entire Jinding Mountain and outside the Lanruo Temple. The trees are everywhere, the trees withered, all the dead grass withered into powder, and the rocks are slightly red. In the mountains, the corpses of various animals and beasts can be seen everywhere, ranging from mice and ants to mountain wolves and wild boars, but there is no blood all over their bodies, leaving only dry corpses.

In Lanruo Temple, outside the main hall, flames were still burning, and there was not much firewood left without annoyance, leaving a piece of coke.

In front of the hall, on the Bodhi tree that had grown for many years, most of the leaves fell, and the remaining leaves were dry and dull. This tree seemed to have been seriously ill.

Outside the temple, in the forest, the monk Wudou was carrying an iron rod, his monk's robes were torn, and his honest face showed a smile.

"Once again, I've taken it over." Wudai said, and there was a bit of joy in his words.

"It's so difficult!" Wusheng sighed.

He just felt physically and mentally exhausted after experiencing this time. He didn't know how many times the abbot, uncle, master and his friends had experienced it, and how he survived the things he had experienced before.

"Let's go, go back to the temple, it's time for Master to come out of seclusion." When he said this, the smile on Wuqi's face was replaced by worry.

"The abbot will not be in trouble." Wusheng knew what the senior brother was worried about and patted his shoulder.

"Well, no, Master survived every time, and there will definitely be no problem this time." Wudie said.

In fact, Wusheng was also worried about the old monk in power.

This retreat lasted for fifteen days. His retreat must be related to the red fog all over the mountains. It was already so dangerous outside. I don’t know what the skinny old monk wanted his only son to face, but it must be even more terrifying than what they had to face.

When he rushed back to the temple, the flames in front of the hall had been extinguished, with only the remaining sparks.

Wusheng looked up at the Bodhi tree. The leaves were withered, and there were no more green leaves on the whole tree.

There were no empty figures in the hall.

"Where has the master been?"

"It should be in the Master's Zen Room." Wudie said.

"Go and go and have a look."

When the two of them rushed over, they saw the monk Kongxu coming out of the Zen room of Konggong Abbot’s meditation room with a man on his back.

Monk Kongxu was sweating heavily and was staggering. It was extremely difficult to walk, as if he was carrying a person, but a mountain.

The man on his back had his monk's clothes broken, his whole body was covered by a thick red mist that could not be dissolved, and there was no movement.

"Master!"

"Don't come here!" Kongxu raised his head and shouted.

As soon as Wu Shengfu approached, his eyes were covered in blood, and then there was a shrill cry, like a wailing ghost and a devil crying.

this?!

He took a step back in surprise.

Seeing his master moving to the hall step by step with the thin Kong Kong abbot on his back.

Monk Wudou got up with incense and candles early.

As soon as Kongxu walked into the hall with Kongkong's abbot on his back, the entire hall trembled, and the incense and candles were immediately extinguished.

Kongxu slowly put down Kongkong's abbot.

Wusheng saw that monk Kongkong, his face and hands exposed outside were all blood-red, and his whole body seemed to be soaked in a sea of ​​blood and had just caught it. His body did not see any ups and downs, and he could not hear a trace of breath.

"Senior Brother." Monk Kongxu called out softly without any response.

Kongxu looked extremely worried, and raised his hand to take something from his neck and hung it on Monk Kongkong's body.

Hoo, a little light was like an oil lamp, sweeping away the rich blood mist covered by the body of the empty sky, and then being shrouded in the blood mist, just like an oil lamp in the dark night, the long night was endless, but it could not cover the light.

Monk Kongxu turned his head and looked at the Buddha who was high above him.

"Amitabha, the Buddha blesses."

"Master, what are we going to do next?" Wusheng stepped forward and whispered.

"Recite the scriptures and pray that your master can wake up early." Kongxu said.

"Reciting scriptures? Is there no other way?"

"If there are great monks here, they can use their supernatural powers to help your master, but where can we find such people?" Kongxu said.

"Or what, I'll give it?" Wusheng thought for a while.

"You?" Kongxu was stunned.

Wusheng nodded. During the nine days outside the temple, he was in the blood mist and was already very skilled in the methods he had practiced. He also realized that the methods he had practiced could control these evil and weird things, and had also allowed the red mist beside him to dissipate. He should be able to help the abbot.

"Then try it. If it is not feasible, retreat immediately."

"good."

Wusheng took a deep breath. As soon as he approached Abbot Kong Kong's body, the red mist covering Abbot Kong's body swept towards him and rushed to him in an instant. When he encountered the Buddha's light scattered everywhere, his eyes were full of blood red, and the sound of evil ghosts and demons hissing sounds sounded in his ears.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the sun hangs high, and the Dharma image stands solemnly.

He recited Buddhist scriptures and activated his magic power. The yellow light shone on his hands slowly approached the Kongkong Abbot. When he touched the blood mist, it seemed as if the flames touched the water. The blood mist was surging and indeed dissipating.

Wusheng only felt that the mana in his body was consumed extremely quickly, ten or even a hundred times faster than in the red fog outside the temple.

Outside the temple, in the sky, the sunset had already set, and the afterglow fell into the temple and shone on Wusheng.

At this time, Wusheng was empty and bright in the spiritual platform. In the sea of ​​consciousness, the Great Sun Tathagata's Dharma body stood solemnly, and the magic power in his body flowed endlessly.

In just one incense stick, he felt that most of the magic power in his body was consumed. After half of the incense stick, he felt that he could not hold on and hurriedly got up and retreated.

Looking at the Kongkong abbot again, the rich blood mist on his body did not decrease at all.
Chapter completed!