Since the other party has left many tricks behind and repeatedly wants to kill him, he has nothing to be polite about!
When I took the relics into my hands, I felt a refreshing feeling.
Chen Feng had once seen the power of ancient Buddha relics, and knew that this thing was indeed real, and he couldn't help but feel reassured!
With this ancient Buddha relic, the day when my sister wakes up is right before her eyes.
After carefully putting away the relics, Chen Feng left the high platform and returned to the two people below!
"Brother Chen Feng, what happened just now? Why did you suddenly become motionless?"
Murong Xue asked with concern on her face.
Chen Feng didn't hide anything, he immediately glanced sideways at the old monk and told the story.
Once doubt takes root in your heart, it will grow and grow indefinitely, and it will be difficult to eliminate!
The behavior of the old monk Long Qi was so abnormal that one had to doubt it.
The reason why he told the matter was to see the other party's reaction.
Sure enough, when he heard that the golden Buddha had just appeared and experienced a dangerous battle, the old monk's expression changed slightly!
"What? Master is disappointed?"
Chen Feng stared at the old monk's face closely, with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.
He always felt that the relic matter was a trap left by the other party.
"No, no, no, I'm afraid the little donor may have some misunderstandings. I'm worried about the troubles the little donor has encountered!" The old monk shook his head repeatedly.
"Trouble, what do you mean?" Chen Feng frowned.
The old monk took a deep look at Chen Feng, his expression extremely solemn.
"When the little benefactor encountered the methods left by the master before his death, the old monk was already suspecting something. The second wave of methods just appeared, which confirmed my suspicion!"
"As expected, there must be a third method left by the master!"
"You mean, there is another way to attack?" Chen Feng frowned even more tightly.
"That's right!"
The old monk nodded and sighed slightly.
"Being in Tantric Buddhism, the old monk knows a little bit about the methods of the ancestors! Generally, there are three situations when ancestors sit down. One, no methods are left. Two, only a layer of protection is left. Three, the power of the ancestors is used to leave behind
The three most powerful attacks are to prevent yourself from being invaded!"
"What the young benefactor is encountering now is the third situation. I, the Taoist Patriarch of Xiangfo Temple, hated evil as much as hatred and had a fiery temperament when he was alive. I should have thought that he would definitely leave behind the harshest methods before he died!
"
Chen Feng heard this, squinted his eyes and pondered for a while, then stretched out his hand to take out the ancient Buddha relic: "Now that the relic is in hand, it seems that there is nothing abnormal. Could it be that there are only two methods?"
"No!" The old monk shook his head and sighed: "The donor doesn't know something. If there is no accident, the third method must be set in the relic. When you use it, the restriction in the relic will be activated.
Automatically destroyed."
"In this way..." Chen Feng frowned. He was about to try it himself, but after a slight hesitation, he gave up the idea.
If it is true as the old monk said, and the relic is destroyed, wouldn’t it mean that all the work is in vain?
Although there were many relics here, he really didn't want to offend such a terrifying enemy of Tantric Buddhism until necessary.
"Since the master knows the specific situation, he should also know the solution. What should we do in a situation like this?"
"This... the old monk doesn't know, so he needs to ask the saint! With the wisdom of the saint, there must be a way to solve it!"
The old monk looked helpless and sighed again.
"Oh, if I had known that Master was like this, the old monk wouldn't have let the little benefactor come to take risks!"
"Saint..."
Chen Feng's eyes flashed, and the face of the old monk who lectured before appeared in front of him.
His face was neither kind nor majestic, but for some reason, when thinking of his pair of deep eyes, Chen Feng spontaneously felt a sense of closeness to the Buddha.