"Amitabha, I have no ill intentions. It's just that the donor sneaked into the scripture building and stole the scriptures. He has violated the temple rules and needs to face the wall in the cold prison for a hundred years."
"Old monk, Xiao has no grievances against you. If you imprison me today, Xiao will definitely destroy your White Buddha Temple in the future." Although Xiao Lin was tied up, he was not afraid at all, and kept thinking about escaping in his heart.
Fa, but his face showed a cold and murderous look.
Monk Dekong was also a little frightened when he saw it, and secretly said, "What a powerful murderous aura."
But as the abbot of the White Buddha Temple and a Great Sun Buddha, how could he be intimidated by a junior monk like Xiao Lin? It was just that he united with the other seventeen Great Sun Buddhas and Great Sun Bodhisattva to deal with Holy Ancestor Wu Lin.
Although he forced the opponent back, he also suffered internal injuries. Although he looked calm on the surface, in fact, he had just used the Buddhist magical power - Buddha Lock, which had moved his internal organs and aggravated the injury. At this moment, he was also forcibly restrained and had no expression.
Just come out.
"Come here~~" As Monk Dekong shouted softly, two monks in their forties walked in from the outside. When they saw Xiao Lin and Xiao Hei, they also showed surprised expressions.
"Send them to the cold hell and face the wall. No one is allowed to approach them without my permission. Go ahead."
"Respect the Buddha's decree~"
Although the two of them felt strange, they did not dare to ask any more questions. They took a step forward, picked up Xiao Lin and Xiao Hei, and headed outside.
After the two people left, Monk Dekong immediately turned pale, opened his mouth and spat out two mouthfuls of blood, and his breath quickly dropped.
"What a powerful Demon Soul Banner. It was actually refined to the highest level by that demon. If it weren't for the formation of the Eighteen Golden Buddhas, the White Buddha Temple would have been robbed today. But it's a little strange. This Holy Ancestor of the Black Scales
, suddenly appeared more than ten years ago. The original Black Scale Demon Sect was headed by three Mahayana demon monks, who took turns taking charge of the demon sect and giving orders. However, more than ten years ago, these three Mahayana demon monks suddenly disappeared without a trace.
The Holy Ancestor of the Black Scales came out of nowhere and took control of the Black Scale Demon Sect in one fell swoop. After he took charge of the Black Scale Demon Sect, he began to plunder and kill living beings, especially killing a large number of Buddhist monks, just to sacrifice and refine his
Demonic Soul Flag."
After a pause, Dekong sighed softly and said to himself: "Now that the Demon Soul Banner has been refined into three Blood Buddha demon heads, it has such earth-shattering power. If it is really allowed to refine eighty-one demon heads,
I'm afraid that even if all the Blood Buddha demons come out from the Mahabodhi Temple, they may not be able to eliminate this disaster?"
The more Monk Dekong thought about it, the more frightened he became. In today's battle, the devil was not defeated, but at the last moment, he gave up a golden arm and activated the Golden Buddha's Heaven-Destroying Palm, and then defeated him.
He retreated in shock, but he also knew very well that the demon had only retreated temporarily, and when he recovered his cultivation, he was afraid that he would come back again.
Thinking of this, he hurriedly took out a few elixirs, swallowed them, closed his eyes and began to heal his wounds.
Xiao Lin and Xiao Hei were carried like chickens by the two tall monks, passing through the numerous temples, and soon came to a secluded place in the back mountain, and then followed a stone path overgrown with weeds.
, walked into a small valley.
As soon as he entered the small valley, Xiao Lin felt waves of cold air blowing against his face. He soon reached the bottom of the valley. The bottom of the valley was already shrouded in light green mist, and he could vaguely see a dark cave about ten feet in size. The cave.
Sitting next to him was a long-faced old monk with white beard and hair. His body was completely breathless, just like a piece of dead wood.
Two tall monks carried one man and one beast to the dark cave, and threw Xiao Lin and Xiao Hei into the cave without even opening the eyes of the long-faced old monk.
The cave was about a hundred feet deep. Xiao Lin and Xiao Hei fell to the ground with two loud noises.
The strange thing is that after landing, the golden chains that bound them disappeared silently.
Xiao Lin also showed surprise when he saw this, but before he could say anything, Xiao Hei beside him had a sad face and said: "This golden chain is so evil, it actually penetrated into the body and is still imprisoned.
With Xiao Hei's magic power, it would be very uncomfortable to have no magic power in this damn place."
"Be calm and don't be impatient. Although the cold here is strong, it won't have much impact on us. Let's observe the surroundings first and then think about ways to escape." Xiao Lin comforted Xiao Hei and took Xiao Hei to the court.
Walk inside.
After passing through a corridor dozens of feet long, the two came to a mountain. In the center of the mountain was a dark cave, from which emerged a rich light green mist. The cold air came from this mist.
spread out.
There was nothing in the belly of the mountain except for the cold cave in the middle. The surrounding rock walls were emitting a faint golden light. They were obviously subject to extremely powerful Buddhist restrictions. He and Xiao Hei wanted to use the earth escape technique
Escape may be impossible.
Moreover, Xiao Hei's magic power was also blocked, and his energy and blood were sluggish and unable to function normally. It seemed that he really couldn't escape the cold hell wall.
Xiao Lin found a clean place, took out the futon, and sat on it. The star ring he had practiced for thousands of years had already been able to integrate into the sea of qi in his Dantian. Unless his muscles were peeled off and the sea of qi was broken,
Otherwise, it would be impossible to seize his treasure.
After Xiao Lin sat cross-legged and gave Xiao Hei some instructions, he continued to meditate and meditate on the Zen of Withered Heart and Nirvana.
Although Xiao Hei was good at breaking restrictions, he was helpless against the golden chains integrated into his body. However, he naturally did not dare to be restrained and hid aside, trying to break the golden chains.
I don't know how much time passed in this dark cold cave.
With a flash of golden light in front of Xiao Lin, an old monk appeared silently. It was none other than Old Monk Dekong. At this moment, Old Monk Dekong had fully recovered from his injuries. Looking at Xiao Lin's eyes, he was filled with greed.
There seemed to be a bit of surprise.
This immediately made Xiao Lin feel a little bad in his heart.
"The donor's surname is Xiao? Does he come from the Holy Moon Continent?"
After Xiao Lin nodded, Dekong continued to ask: "Lao Na actually felt an inexplicable trembling feeling from the donor, and he had to be within three feet of the donor to feel it. Could it be that it was the donor?
Is there some kind of innate treasure hidden?"
When Xiao Lin heard this, he was shocked. He did not expect that the old monk Dekong was so sensitive that he discovered the secret of his innate spiritual treasure. Originally, Xiao Lin thought that Dekong disliked his low level, so he did not
He took away his star ring and animal ring, but at the moment, it seemed that was not the case.
Dekong obviously had a plot against him, so he used the golden chain magical power to bind himself and Xiao Hei, making him unable to use any magical power.
"Old monk, are you crazy for thinking about the innate spiritual treasure? Xiao is just an ordinary monk in the tribulation period. How can he have such a treasure? Xiao has no enmity with you, although he took a
The book of Ku Xin Jing Ming Zen's magical power can be returned at most, so why bother to torture Xiao?"
Hearing this, Monk Dekong smiled slightly and did not answer Xiao Lin's question. Instead, he looked at Xiao Hei who was lying motionless on the side: "I didn't expect, I really didn't expect that I would go to Tibet specifically for this."
I went to the Sutra Tower and checked the classics collected by Baifo Temple. What I saw in front of me was undoubtedly the Sky-eating Beast, but "
After a pause, Monk Dekong turned to look at Xiao Lin: "Donor Xiao, this sky-eating beast seems to be destined to our Buddhist sect. As long as Xiao Donor is willing to come into contact with the forbidden god technique and free the sky-devouring beast, then the old monk
Isn’t it possible to consider letting the donor go?”
"Because of your size, old bald donkey, even if I die, I will not get involved with you bald donkeys. If you have the guts, kill me. The soul that I entrust to the void will definitely give birth to you again in the future.
After the fairy egg is born, tens of thousands of years later, I will be a good man again. I will definitely take over your ruined temple and kill all of you bald donkeys." Xiao Hei didn't know whether he had a hatred for Buddhism in his bones, or was just being attracted by it.
Monk Dekong was offended by his remark, so he started to curse regardless.
This scolding immediately made Monk Dekong's face turn black. Even though his Dharma was boundless and his heart was as deep as an ancient well, he was also angry at this moment.
I saw that he ignored Xiao Hei, but looked at Xiao Lin, and sneered: "If Donor Xiao does not agree to contact the Forbidden God Art, I will have no choice but to send the donor back to reincarnation. In this way, the Forbidden God Art will
It will be solved on its own, and it won’t be too late for the old monk to subdue this stubborn beast.”
When Xiao Lin heard this, his heart instantly sank to the bottom of his heart. He never thought that he just stole a scripture and that it would lead to his own death.
Now that Qi and blood are banned, the only trump card is the immortal-slaying blade hidden in the spiritual gourd deep in the Dantian.
Xiao Lin was not very sure whether he could kill the old monk in front of him, but he couldn't care less about life and death at the moment.
Monk Dekong's face instantly became gloomy, and he shot out his right hand like lightning, a golden Buddha palm, and struck it towards Xiao Lin's eyebrows with the force of thunder and lightning.
Xiao Lin was about to activate the spirit gourd, but he never thought that the center of his brows would heat up. The next moment, a snow-white vortex would appear, and the golden Buddha's palm would blend into it and disappear in an instant. This sudden scene,
The old monk Dekong was also surprised, his face changed drastically, and he hurriedly activated his majestic Buddha power. Rows of Buddha palms connected together and moved toward the center of Xiao Lin's eyebrows.
In his opinion, the opponent has no power at all. No matter how powerful his spiritual consciousness is, he is definitely no match for him. As long as his consciousness is annihilated, he can be completely killed.
Monk Dekong originally did not intend to kill Xiao Lin. After all, the other party was only in the realm of transcending the tribulation period and was not in his eyes. However, in the Zen room, he actually felt a wave of excitement from the young man in front of him that made him do it.
A shuddering feeling, this feeling shocked him. This showed that the young man was either in a very deep realm and pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger, or that there was some kind of magic weapon in his body that could threaten him.
But he was trapped by his own Buddha's Lock, which was obviously not the former, so it could only be the second reason. This made Monk Dekong, who had always been calm and calm, actually have a trace of greed.
When he discovered this idea, he broke into a cold sweat. He had practiced Vajra Meditation for many years, and now he had achieved the second great achievement. If the foundation of his meditation was shaken due to greed, then the golden body of the Great Sun Buddha he had condensed would be
The possibility of collapse.
Therefore, he hurriedly retreated and stabilized his mind, so that he did not go crazy. However, after suppressing his greed, he had no intention of letting go of Xiao Lin, the fat man in his mouth. Besides, not to mention the treasures that might be hidden in Xiao Lin's body.
He would never let go of that sky-devouring divine beast.
The Sky-Eating Divine Beast is a legendary fairy, one of the ancient beasts. If he can be controlled by himself and accepted as a Buddhist protector, in less than ten thousand years, he will take a further step, advance to perfection, and become a Buddha-level existence.
It can be classified as the Mahabodhi Temple, carrying the power of boundless merit and belief.
Given time, ascending to the fairy world will be a matter of course.
Moreover, subduing the Sky-devouring Divine Beast will also drastically change its combat power, making him a very important presence within the Buddhist sect.
Unfortunately, he never expected that the secrets in Xiao Lin's body were far beyond his imagination. After the golden Buddha's handprint was shot into the snow-white vortex, it disappeared without a trace like a mud cow entering the sea. He also seemed to have accumulated a punch and punched him.
On cotton, there is no effort.
Surprised, he planned to use his magical powers, but his expression soon changed drastically. It turned out that the Buddhist power in his body seemed to be out of control, being attracted by a huge force and shooting crazily into the vortex.
This shock was no small matter. His old face turned pale in an instant. Seeing that the pure Buddhist power he had cultivated for tens of thousands of years was being sucked away continuously, his forehead was dripping with sweat, and his eyes were covered with sweat.
There was also a look of horror in his eyes.
"Almsgiver Xiao, what kind of magical power do you have? Please put it away. I know I was wrong."
When Xiao Lin heard this, he could only smile bitterly in his heart. It turned out that he couldn't control it at this moment. He only felt a warm force coming from the center of his eyebrows, continuously entering the sea of consciousness. But after entering the sea of consciousness,
, and disappeared inexplicably without a trace.
At this moment, he was unable to move or even speak. No matter how hard the old monk Dekong begged, it was in vain.
The old monk Dekong was also scared out of his wits at this moment. The Vajra Meditation that he had practiced hard for many years was instantly broken. What a person can show at the moment of life and death may be his true intention. The old monk Dekong didn't know he was a Buddha.
My heart was broken, but I was still afraid of death, and I kept pleading from my mouth.
Xiao Hei on the side was also dumbfounded. He saw that Monk Dekong's right palm had been placed on his boss's eyebrows. The golden light on his body was flashing wildly.
middle.
After just a cup of tea, Monk Dekong was already unable to speak. The wrinkles on his face were as old as the bark of an old tree. As the last ray of golden light emerged from his palms, his body slowly collapsed.
Monk Dekong was still breathing heavily and was not dead, but his eyes were filled with a strong aura of death, and it was obvious that he was not far from death.
Xiao Lin also sat on the ground again, with golden light shining on his body. The vortex between his eyebrows was spinning, but it soon disappeared into the middle of his eyebrows and disappeared without a trace. ()