Western Desert.
Inside Tenryuji Temple.
"Host."
Several young monks looked at the middle-aged monk in front of them with shameful expressions, "A few of us didn't cultivate our minds enough and failed to understand the true meaning of Buddhism, so we failed to withstand the test of the mind. Now we are still on the gold list...
There is only one senior brother Huiren."
"It doesn't matter."
The middle-aged monk shook his head and did not mean to blame.
"Buddhist practice pays attention to knowing one's mind and seeing one's nature. It is understandable that you are still young and have insufficient mind. Remember, no matter how good the gold medal is, it is only an external thing after all. If you are attached to it, you will fall into the inferior vehicle.
In the future, as long as you practice diligently and understand your original mind clearly, you will be able to see the Tathagata!"
"yes."
All the monks put their hands together and saluted.
"Host."
At this time, a monk hesitated and said, "In the golden list, we saw Wu Xin. He... seemed to be crazy again."
"..."
The middle-aged monk was silent, with a hint of sadness between his brows.
"That's all."
After a while.
He raised his head and glanced at the golden list above. The monk's robes flickered and he said, "You guys step aside first. I will tell my seniors about this... eh?"
The words are not finished yet.
His complexion changed slightly, the Buddha's light on his body circulated slightly, and disappeared in an instant.
…
Outside Tenryuji Temple.
Under the Buddha's light, it was peaceful and calm, but at this time, the Buddha's light seemed to be affected and trembled slightly.
The distant sky.
Dozens of black spots approach quickly from far to near.
brush!
brush!
…
In just the blink of an eye, dozens of figures landed outside the temple. Although they did not deliberately activate their cultivation, the auras on their bodies were connected in one place, still giving people a great sense of oppression.
"Everyone."
Among the crowd.
A young man stepped out, a hint of joy flashing in his eyes.
"arrive."
It is indeed Cloud Atlas!
Also at this time.
The figure of the middle-aged monk fell in front of everyone, with his hands clasped together and chanting the Buddha's name, his face full of solemnity.
"Amitabha."
"Who are the donors and why are you here?"
Not to mention Cloud Atlas.
Among the people behind, there are only seven or eight monks in the Ascension Realm, and the rest... are actually monks in the Holy Realm and the Extraordinary Realm. With such a powerful strength, except for the Central Dao Palace, no force in the five domains can resist it.
He could live in it, and these people gave him a vaguely weird feeling.
"Master Yuanjue."
Yun Tu smiled, with a sincere look on his face.
"I am Yuntu, the leader of Fushen Sect. I am here today to welcome my god back. I hope you can make it easier for me, master?"
Yuanjue.
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This is the dharma name of the middle-aged monk.
Hear the words.
It dawned on him, but he finally understood where the strange feeling came from.
More than ten years ago.
Those people who tried to break into the God-Slaying Formation and died inexplicably after being discovered by him, gave him almost the same feeling as the people in front of him...
…
Inside the God-killing Formation.
As usual, the old monk closed his eyes and crossed his legs, chanting sutras in a low voice.
Sudden!
He seemed to sense something, and the chanting stopped immediately!
"well……"
There was silence for a moment.
He sighed softly, with a sad look on his face.
just now.
He vaguely sensed that the Buddha's light he had left in Wu Xin's body... was broken.
what does that mean.
He couldn't be more clear.
“It’s better to be calculated by man than by God.”
He has profound Buddhist teachings, mysterious origins, and has been with Wu Xin for more than a hundred years. Naturally, he understands that even if he tries his best, he can only delay the complete awakening of the demon fetus, but cannot prevent it. But he did not expect that this day would happen like this.
quick.
Suddenly.
He suddenly glanced outside, the look of sadness on his face getting even worse.
"A great disaster is coming."
Say it.
His figure disappeared in an instant, leaving only the thousand-foot-high head floating quietly in the sky, and it was unknown whether he was dead or alive.
…
outside room.
"Grandmaster."
Seeing that Yuan Jue was silent, Yun Tu still had that smiling expression, "Please, it's just a convenience."
Behind him.
Everyone was silent.
His eyes were fixed on him, and although he did not deliberately show off his cultivation, the Qi of dozens of people were connected, which put him under great pressure.
"donor."
Although I don’t know what Yun Tu wants to do.
To be continued...