"Ha, monster, you have been practicing wildly!" The old monk Wuchan shouted loudly, stood in front of his chest with one hand, and with the other hand, he quickly knocked on the wooden fish on his legs, muttering in his mouth. A sound of a singing of Sanskrit sound came from the old monk Wuchan's mouth, and it was very solemn and solemn in people's ears.

"Amitabha!" Huihai and Huicong stood beside the old monk Wuchan, one left and one right, with masculine internal force in their bodies circulating all over their bodies, and glaring at the red ball floating above the pit in front of them.

"Vajra of the Dharma Protector, Gaga, you are Mingxiu's disciples!" The red ball floating in the air made a gloomy and terrifying sound.

"Namo Amitabha!" The old monk Wuchan had a powerful aura gushed all over his body. He muttered the Buddha's name and said loudly: "Monster, my family master suppressed you here for a hundred and fifty years. I didn't expect that you would not repent. He just came out of the world and took the lives of several people. If I don't take you away today, how can I give the world an explanation!"

"Hehe, you orientals are really interesting. You have told all the truth and stand on the commanding heights of morality and show righteousness. Don't you just want to get your master's relic that suppressed me? It's too late, the relic has been integrated with me now. As long as you absorb your essence and blood and practice for a while, I can break this damn seal and be completely free. Hahaha, immortality!" A gloomy and terrifying mental fluctuation came, and an invisible cold wind blew around. This wind did not blow the skin of the human body, but the soul, making the soul feel a cold and cold.

"Then I will accept you!" The old monk Wuchan didn't want to say much. If it made sense, his master, Zen Master Mingxiu, wouldn't have to suppress this guy here. He was chanting the Buddha's name, and the wooden fish was hitting him more and more quickly. Suddenly, his eyes suddenly opened wide. Like a awakened lion, a huge amount of mental power surged out of his upper dantian and flowed into the wooden fish. Then the wooden fish emitted a few dozen times stronger mental power than the old monk Wuchan.

The world suddenly became silent, and a dazzling light suddenly burst out from the dark night sky, followed by a golden lotus and lotus from the sky. A sound of Buddha recalled in all directions in the sky. A big Buddha sat cross-legged in the void with a solemn and solemn and tall look, just as if the Buddha had appeared.

The Buddha's relics are the most treasures of Buddhism. If this thing is refined, it will refine immortal pills. Although it cannot make people immortal, it can still achieve great success. If it is used to refine magic weapons, ghosts and gods will not invade them, which is very powerful.

Mr. Wuchan has strong self-confidence. He is a warrior on the fourth level of mental power. With the ancestral magic weapon Muyu, he can instantly amplify his mental power by more than thirty times, so that his mental power can instantly reach the peak of the fifth level. This is equivalent to the realm of a congenital warrior.

The old monk Wuchan only knew this move, and it was also a blow comparable to the full strength of the innate warrior.

The red ball is actually the Buddha's relics, with a soul called Curian Magotan. One hundred and fifty years ago, he was a dark wizard. He was actually a spiritual practitioner. In order to pursue immortality, he came to China and used an evil method to enhance his mental power, which was to absorb human essence and blood. In addition, the Qing Dynasty was in a chaotic period, and the treatment that a Westerner enjoyed in China was very envious to ordinary people.

Curian Magotan also became the county magistrate of Jiangsong County at that time, which is now the county magistrate of Jiangsong City.

Because he practiced as a living person, he soon caused countless private individuals in Jiangsong County, and finally attracted a big man, Zen Master Mingxiu, the master of the old monk Wuchan.

Zen Master Mingxiu stopped Curian and Magotten from using the evil method of living people to cultivate their mental power. The two clashed and Curian was defeated. Because Curian's mental power was very strong, he was almost at the seventh level of immortality at that time. Although Zen Master Mingxiu was a cultivator, his cultivation was not high at that time and he didn't have many methods. He could kill Curian's body, but he could not kill his soul. In desperation, he took out the Buddha treasure relics he carried with him and suppressed Curian's soul.

The relics are left behind by people with profound Buddhist practices. They are treasures with magical power. Originally, Zen Master Mingxiu thought about the suppression of the relics. Although Curian's soul was powerful, after years of development, sooner or later, sooner or later, his soul would be completely wiped out.

It was estimated that it would take a hundred years, so he did not come here again until Zen Master Mingxiu was transformed. However, this incident was written in the diary of Zen Master Mingxiu in Zhenlong Temple. Moreover, the old monk Wuchan also heard Zen Master Mingxiu tell many stories about subduing demons and demons in person, including this one.

The reason why Master Wuchan dared to come was mainly because he believed in the inference of his master Zen Master Mingxiu, who believed that even if the soul of Curian Magotan was not destroyed, he was at least dying. Just as he was surveillance of satellite image surveillance, he monitored Xiangjiang next to Jiangsong City. Thinking of the city with a cheap junior brother Chen Mo, he casually browsed the appearance of the city. As a result, he saw the landform of the park area through the satellite and felt familiar. Then he remembered what happened to Master Mingxiu, and then he moved his heart and came to Jiangsong City, preparing to bring the Buddha's relics back to Zhenlong Temple at first.

Unexpectedly, when he came here, he alarmed the leaders of Jiangsong City. He heard that this place was haunted. He knew that the soul that was suppressed by his master was not destroyed, but he was not afraid. After all, so many years have passed, and he has never died. In addition, he is eager to find the Buddha's relics, so the old monk Wuchan came with great skills and courage.

"Hmph, Buddhism is boundless. If your master is still alive, I will still be a little afraid of it when I exert it. Just because you, the old monk, have become a little tender and broken!" The red round object, which instantly burst out like a bullet, rushed towards the giant Buddha in the air, trying to pierce through and break the giant Buddha.

The giant Buddha raised his palm and reached out to pat the blood-colored bullet. With a bang, it was like glass shattering. In an instant, the whole palm turned into nothingness. Before the giant Buddha could react, the blood-colored object instantly pierced through his head. In an instant, the world became silent, the sound of the Sanskrit disappeared, and various strange phenomena disappeared one after another.

"Puff!" The old monk Wuchan directly squirted a mouthful of blood and shouted: "Retreat!"

Huihai and Huicong, who were standing beside him, immediately raised the body of the old monk Wuchan, used the method of lightening the body, and ran quickly towards the outside of the park.

"Where can you run!" Curian Magotan, who was inside the red relic, shouted loudly and shot out suddenly, with a very fast speed. He came behind Huicong and Huihai in an instant, and was about to penetrate the two of them.

"Ah~" A scream came from the red relic. Then the red relic seemed to be hit by another object, flew back quickly and floated over the earth pit. The air emitted a terrifying aura of coldness. At the same time, it brought Curian's roaring spirit fluctuations, "Mingxiu, you bald donkey, this Marquis will break your formation sooner or later!"

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From the time when the old monk Wuchan entered the park to the time when he was injured and ran out in panic, he had experienced an extremely dangerous test of life and death in less than five minutes.

"Master, how are you?" Huihai and Huicong ran out of the doorstep of the park with the old monk Wuchan. Seeing that the strange thing was not catching up, they didn't bother to rest and ran for five kilometers in one breath. They stopped at the chair next to a remote road, and placed the old monk on the chair. The two asked with concern.

The old monk Wuchan took a long breath. He touched the wooden fish in his arms first, and after touching it, he couldn't help but be shocked: "Where is my wooden fish!"

"Master, I ran away just now, and the wooden fish fell to the ground!" Huihai hurriedly said, "I have never taken it away together!"

The old monk immediately squirted out blood again and screamed: "It's over, it's over!"

"Master, don't be angry. The wooden fish is a magic weapon passed down by the ancestor. It is a sacred thing. Even if it is lost there, the monster will definitely not dare to pick it up. When it is noon tomorrow and the yang energy of heaven and earth is the most abundant, the monster will definitely not dare to come out. Then we will go in and get the wooden fish back!" Huicong put his palms on the old monk's shoulder, and while sending internal energy to heal him, he comforted him.

"Amitabha, I am guilty!" The old monk took a moment, recovered some strength slightly, and said to Huicong and Huihai who were healing himself: "You two don't have to waste your energy. My body has not been hurt. It's just that the monster is very powerful. It directly breaks the spiritual illusion of the master, causing the master's mental power to be greatly damaged. Just take a break. Alas, I've caused a big disaster now!"

"Master!" Huihai frowned and said, "Isn't this monster suppressed by the ancestors with Buddha's relics for 150 years? After so many years, even if they don't die, they will only breathe a sigh of relief. Why did he easily break it with his master's strong mental power? This doesn't look like being suppressed. If we hadn't run fast, it would have become its blood food. But it's so strange that it seems that it can't leave the pit for more than 20 meters in a straight line."

"Huihai, Huicong, do you know where your uncle lives?" The old monk took out a rich golden mobile phone from his arms with difficulty, then called Chen Mo's mobile phone number, "Du...Du...Du..." The phone was connected, but no one answered!

"Master, uncle, I have been to our time. We are not as familiar with him as you. Naturally, I don't know his address. Why don't you answer the phone call?" Huihai asked.

"Master, are you sure that Master Uncle can fight this monster?" Huicong couldn't help but say, "With your mental power, plus our temple-town magic weapon Wood Fish, can't fight that monster. Master Uncle's mental power is only the third level. How can he fight that monster? That monster is really evil. Senior Brother Huihai and I are both internal power warriors in the early stage of acquired nature, but we can't resist it. As the saying goes, one thing subdues one thing, internal power warriors are useless to it. Although I don't know what kind of achievements my uncle has in internal power, even if he is a genius who reaches the innate realm, it cannot be said that he can reduce this monster by 100%! Then I will put my uncle in there, wouldn't it be unnecessary to lose!"

"If this monster cannot even subdue your uncle, then no one in this world can subdue it. This monster has controlled the relics. It was just that your ancestors set up a formation there, trapping the soul of the monster. But it won't take long to break it, and there will be a catastrophe. Why don't your uncle answer the phone?" The old monk called Chen Mo's cell phone and dialed it for a dozen times, but he didn't answer it. If he knew that Chen Mo was rolling the sheets with a woman at this moment, and the phone was changed to a silent mode, his expression would definitely be very wonderful.

"Huihai, please contact Director Zhou immediately and ask him to help us check the whereabouts of your junior uncle. Well, this, don't talk about the failure of your teacher just now. Just say that in order to ensure that you are foolproof, I want to ask an old friend to help you. Well, just say that!" The old monk said at this time with a sacrificing face.

"Amitabha, Master, lying is a violation of the precepts!" Huihai said righteously.

The old monk glared at Huihai and roared: "Are you a master or I a master, please do it!"
Chapter completed!