Su Bei ran wildly, with the breeze blowing behind him. Su Bei knew that it was the old monk who was following him all the way.
From behind, except for the old monk who was following him, the sounds of pursuit were gradually becoming inaudible. Su Bei suddenly stopped and turned around to look at the old monk who was a few steps away from him.
"Amitabha, I thanked the master for his help. However, if the master follows me all the way, I'm afraid it will cause unnecessary trouble." Su Bei was a little annoyed and shouted a Buddha's name to the old monk and said angrily.
"Donor, you are too persistent..."
When Su Bei heard this, his head suddenly got big. It was nothing more than a world-wide road that everyone in the world could follow. He raised his hand, interrupted the old monk's words, and said: "It's up to you. If you want to follow, you can just follow."
Su Bei turned around and said to Dao Po with hatred in his heart: "Tell me, what kind of cultivation does that old monk have?"
"I can't tell, but his cultivation is very advanced. Just by his instructions on how to control the entrance to the city, he has to..."
"What must it be?"
"You can only do it if you have the first-level Celestial Immortal Karma." Dao Po muttered his thoughts.
When Su Bei heard this, he was immediately shocked and moved. The old monk actually had the lowest level of the Celestial Immortal Realm. Oh my God, he had only been in Luotian World for a few days, and he actually met a person in the realm of Celestial Immortal.
Fortunately, the old monk didn't seem to have any ill intentions towards him. Otherwise, Su Bei simply couldn't imagine whether he could survive a single move under an immortal.
If you can't fight, then just run away, Su Bei thought to himself.
"Yi turns sword energy, let's go." Su Bei shouted softly, and a black shadow suddenly enveloped Su Bei, lifted him up, and carried him forward like the wind.
When the old monk saw him from behind, he raised his white eyebrows slightly, smiled again, and said to himself: "Donor, good means and good weapons."
"My Buddha has traveled thousands of miles, crossing a river with just a reed, Amitabha."
As the old monk chanted, a reed seemed to appear under the old monk's feet to carry him across the river, and his body speeded up, chasing the black sword energy and rushing away.
"The roc flaps its wings and flies into the sky in anger." Su Bei shouted as he felt the sound of the old monk chasing behind him.
The black sword energy suddenly transformed into a flying roc. Although it could not fly ninety thousand miles away, it still flew into the wind at an extremely fast speed, stirring up gusts of wind.
"Who is this young man? He actually possesses the skills of the prehistoric era and the weapons of the ancient times. The black sword energy and the black short sword seem to have disappeared for three thousand years."
"Could it be that another Qian is about to awaken? Qian is the sky... It's a pity that Kunjian, Yuqiang, and Zhouji were refined by Dao Zong."
The old monk murmured to himself, frowning slightly, looking thoughtful. However, it was obvious that he recognized the Blade of Heaven.
The two of them, one behind the other, whipped up strong winds and flew high in the sky. Su Bei was full of heroic spirit. He had never experienced the feeling of flying so fast at high altitude. He couldn't help but roar.
In succession, he completely forgot that there was an old monk who looked like brown sugar following behind him.
After an unknown amount of time, Su Beifei became tired and gradually slowed down, but the old monk caught up with him and walked side by side with Su Bei. The pure black sword energy did not seem to be able to block the old monk's gaze towards Su Bei.
.
"Donor, how are you after flying for a long time?" The old monk smiled at Su Bei and said.
"Master, you're too polite. This guy is very nice." Su Bei replied coldly.
"Have you ever thought about where you are going, donor?" After the old monk said this, he frowned slightly, as if he felt that he had said something he shouldn't have said.
"Haha, the master always said that I am persistent, but I don't know that the master is still embarrassed to break this barrier, and he is also persistent. The world is so big, and we are home all over the world, what does it matter where we go?" When Su Bei heard this, he immediately laughed,
Yiyu retorted.
"Amitabha, it's my fault, it's my fault. The donor is indeed destined to be my Buddha and has deep roots of wisdom."
When Su Bei heard this, he frowned immediately. He was really not used to talking to an old monk. After saying one sentence, he said that he had a destiny with his Buddha, and also said that he had profound wisdom. Su Bei suddenly felt like he couldn't laugh or cry.
"Master is wrong. My hands are bloody. How can I say that I am destined to be a Buddha?" Su Bei said coldly.
"The sea of suffering is boundless, and we can only turn around. My Buddha saves all living beings, and all living beings are equal. If Shi Fanran wakes up, Lao Monk will be the one to extradite Shi." The old monk clasped his hands together and said piously.
Just as he was saying this, a circle of golden light suddenly appeared on the old monk's body. The brilliance of the Buddhist kingdom suddenly illuminated the black sword energy that turned into a Kunpeng bird. The black sword energy could not block the invasion of the golden light, and it instantly illuminated Su.
On Bei's body.
Su Bei's whole body was shaken, and the sound of bells and Sanskrit chants suddenly appeared in his mind. In front of his eyes, countless bodhi trees suddenly appeared. Under each bodhi tree, there was a Buddha sitting. Golden lights came from there.
A boundless torrent of golden light emitted from his body, accompanied by the scent of sandalwood from the beads, and flooded towards Northern Jiangsu.
Su Bei stopped flying, the sword energy had been withdrawn, and a golden light enveloped Su Bei, and Su Bei stood in the golden light, suspended in mid-air.
At this time, all the murderous aura in Su Bei's body was gone, and the sharp momentum was also gone. He lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, with a look of compassion, and slowly raised his hands, about to join them together.
In front of Su Bei, on the old monk's body, a fifty-four-leaf white lotus throne had already risen. At this time, he clenched his hands, with his thumbs on top, and the other eight fingers clasped together, making a Buddha's heart
Mudras, Sanskrit chants in his mouth continued, and golden light emanated from his body, rushing towards Su Bei.
"Eight heavenly dragons, my Buddha protects the Dharma, cleanse my soul, drive away the evil spirit, and take refuge in my Buddha." The old monk muttered incessantly, and Su Bei actually followed him.
Suddenly, above the nine heavens, under the brilliant light of the Buddha, the shadows of the eight protectors loomed, including gods, dragons, yakshas, gandharvas, asuras, garudas, kinnaras, and mohurakas, one by one.
Arriving at the top of Su Bei's head.
The sound of Sanskrit singing became louder, and eight heavenly dragons surrounded Su Bei, singing, dancing, or threatening. Suddenly, green light appeared on Su Bei's body, actually resisting the invasion of Buddha's light.
"Amitabha, the eight heavenly dragons, destroy the evil spirits." The old monk sitting cross-legged on the fifty-four-leaf lotus throne felt the presence of green light, and suddenly opened his eyes. Two rays of Buddha light rushed out of his eyes, and at the same time
, shouted the Buddha's name, pointed towards the blue light, and shouted softly.
When the eight heavenly dragons heard this, they immediately jumped into the golden light and struck with the green light transformed by the Kunpeng on Su Bei's body.
"The earth will be stepped on by me, the rivers and seas will let me travel, the sky will let me soar, the world will surrender to me, the gods will sing for me, and the evil ghosts in prison will tremble under my feet..."
The chant from the ancient times suddenly appeared, and the Eight Heavenly Dragons suddenly stopped attacking, and were stunned for a moment. Kunpeng suddenly opened his mouth wide, and took eight mouthfuls of the eight Heavenly Dragons into his stomach.
At the same time, the old monk's body trembled, and a golden light emitted from his eyes suddenly dimmed. He sat down on the lotus throne, and suddenly nine leaves fell and turned into pieces of golden light.
Poof, the old monk spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the golden light disappeared. In an instant, Su Bei woke up. He just stood in the air, his eyes fixed on the tired old monk opposite.
"You want to transform me like this?"
Su Bei sneered. Although Su Bei was suddenly enveloped in Buddha's light just now and was unable to resist, he could clearly see what happened.
"Amitabha, don't blame the donor. I..."
"That's enough, you don't need to say more. If you still want to try, I don't mind letting you drop the nine-leaf lotus again." Su Bei interrupted the old monk coldly.
"Amitabha, this is Lao Monk's calamity, it is nothing. The donor has ancient things to protect him, Lao Monk will leave first." The old monk stood up from the lotus throne with only forty-five leaves, and prayed towards Su Bei.
He bowed and slowly retreated.
Su Bei let out a long sigh. If Kunpeng's soul hadn't shown its power at the critical moment and directly knocked down the old monk by one level of cultivation, he might have really allowed him to be transformed.
"Donor, the road is difficult. If you have any difficulties, just go to Wuyin Mountain and Mianfo Temple to meet me." From afar, the old monk's voice came.
Su Bei smiled coldly. Are you kidding me? Do you still want him to deliver it to your door?
Kunpeng's soul swallowed up the phantoms of the eight heavenly dragons, and as soon as the old monk left, Su Bei felt that the sharpness in his bones that he had due to the fine-gold forged bones and the warrior realm was actually a little bit...
Faded.
There was a faint feeling of compassion in his body. Of course, Su Bei didn't think so. The eight heavenly dragons, Buddhist protectors, unexpectedly were swallowed up one by one by Kunpeng.
"It's so dangerous, it's so dangerous." Dao Po's voice sounded.
"Hmm." Su Bei responded and asked, "Where is Silent Mountain?"
"Silent Mountain, in Luotian World, no one knows about it, no one knows it, but no one knows it." Dao Po said.
"How do you say this?" Su Bei was confused.
"Silent Mountain is very famous. It is the only place in Luotian World that is not controlled by the Realm Lord. Everyone in Luotian World knows Silent Mountain, but no one knows where Silent Mountain is."
Su Bei was dumbfounded for a while, there was such a place. It was interesting, but the old monk told me to go to Wuyin Mountain to find him, but he didn't have an address, but how did he find it? It was really a joke.
Su Bei was thinking this, and suddenly, he frowned slightly, and a picture appeared inexplicably in his mind: a sea of clouds, a stone mountain, a cliff with ten thousand blades, and peaks rising from the ground like giant pillars holding up the sky.
On the top of the mountain, there are ancient pines. On the top of the mountain, there are temples and the light of Buddha is faint.
Suddenly, the scene changed. On the top of one of the mountain peaks, a huge temple suddenly appeared on the top of the mountain. Between the sea of clouds, there was Mianfo Temple. Three golden characters appeared on the lintel of the temple's main entrance.
At this point in the scene, Su Bei suddenly woke up, and his forehead was covered with sweat.
"Such a powerful monk, who was knocked down by one level of cultivation, actually left behind such an illusion formation before leaving." Dao Po said with lingering fear.
"You said, this is the address the old monk left for me?" Su Bei said in a daze.
The soul of the sword is connected to Su Bei's mind, and he can also see the illusion that Su Bei sees. Similarly, the soul of the sword is also fascinated by the illusion.
"Yes, this was left behind intentionally by the old monk. Only when you mention or think of Silent Mountain can the illusion be triggered." Dao Po explained.
Su Bei shook his head, put away the messy thoughts in his mind, fell to the ground, and walked away quickly.
Far away, the old monk was flying. Suddenly he smiled, looked like a solemn treasure elephant, shouted a Buddha's name, accelerated his speed, and flew away through the air.