So, Mu Mingjing quickly left to find out the news.
Udanhua stepped into this temple that took on a new look in an instant.
Ordinary demon cultivators cannot enter the temple, because the temple is a place where Buddhist energy gathers, and the Buddhist energy naturally restrains the demonic energy. However, when one reaches the level of demon cultivator and above, the temple will not be an obstacle, but for the demon cultivator himself
Speaking of which, you can still feel a bit of rejection.
But when Udanhua stepped into this temple, not only did she not feel the slightest sense of rejection, but she felt a sense of indescribable peace and comfort? This feeling was very similar to what Mu Fusheng gave her.
She raised her eyes and froze on the spot. The person in front of her was clearly Mu Fusheng, but not Mu Fusheng.
Just looking at this man's Buddha statue can make her feel a powerful force, which makes her instinctively dare not underestimate it. This is the perception between the strong and the strong.
In addition, this man also has an indescribable sense of transcendence. It seems that people and things in the world are just passing clouds in his eyes. This is a kind of transcendent love. He no longer cares about the appearance and appearance of any individual.
die.
This person is not Mu Fusheng! Her little monk... is not like this! The little monk will block the knife for her, a witch, and will call her "senior" with a faint smile...
Thinking of this, Utanhua couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness. This person was Mu Fusheng's previous life, the Buddha who almost became a true Buddha, but this was Mu Fusheng's future.
The Buddha's reincarnation before becoming a true Buddha was never for the purpose of correction, but only to repay the cause and effect. If the cause and effect is over, it will be the time for the Buddha to achieve enlightenment again.
Youtanhua smiled bitterly, this is the only way for Mu Fusheng.
The Buddha statue in front of him smiled indifferently, which only made Udanhua feel cold all over.
When evening was about to fall, Mu Mingjing rushed into the temple panting with a few beggars: "Sister-in-law, I found something!"
This peculiar title made You Tan Hua depressed, but she decided not to argue with the child. She raised her eyebrows and said, "If you find out, just go and tell Mu Fusheng."
Mu Mingjing was stunned for a moment, but still insisted: "I'm not sure what's inside yet. Several of us went in, and for some reason we came back in circles. But that hilltop is indeed the boundary of Nanyin Temple. It is said that it is within a hundred
Many years ago, it was still open for people to enter at will, but later it was sealed off for unknown reasons. On the 16th day of the fifth lunar month, more Buddhist cultivators patrol the mountain."
Utanhua thought to himself: "Ordinary people will get lost when entering and then be sent out. Isn't this a maze?"
"Take me to have a look." Youtanhua said.
Mu Mingjing and You Tanhua trotted all the way to the foot of a mountain. It was already dark at this time. It was a night with a sparse moon and stars. Standing at the foot of the mountain, he could not see the bright moon above his head. Even the visibility was less than one meter.
Mu Mingjing was a child after all, and his voice was full of courage: "Sister-in-law, this is the top of the mountain... When we came in the afternoon, several of us went in separately, and in the end we were all sent back to where we were."
He unconsciously leaned closer to Udanhua again, he always felt that this place was so eerie.
In the dark night, only Youtanhua's figure became increasingly red. She narrowed her eyes and said, "Child, you have to follow me closely. There are a lot of good things buried under this mountain."
As Udanhua stepped out step by step, the fog on the mountain slowly dissipated, and under the moonlight, the surrounding scene became clear.
Mu Fusheng was surprised to find that the plants on this hilltop were unusually lush and thicker than those along the way. He curiously stretched out his hand to pick a leaf and take a closer look.
Youtanhua said slowly: "There are no less than five hundred corpses buried under this mountain. After more than a hundred years of corrosion, these corpses have turned into nutrients for these plants. Why not write a poem about this situation?"
The leaves on Mu Mingjing's hand fell to the ground. He opened his mouth and said, "What..."
"There is a saying: Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and they will turn into spring mud to protect the flowers."
"Five...five hundred?" Mu Mingjing said in shock.
"Isn't it? So many people suddenly died overnight. How should we deal with it quietly? Find a mountain and bury it, then seal the mountain to prevent outsiders from intruding, and wait for these corpses to slowly rot...
..." You Tanhua seemed to be talking about something that had nothing to do with her. Only the imperceptible coldness between her brows and eyes could reveal her emotions.
"Why... why, why do you do this! Aren't they monks? Shouldn't they be compassionate?" Mu Mingjing shouted in disbelief.
"What are you yelling at? It's not my fault. Now the maze on the mountain has been broken. You can bring the beggars to dig out all the bones, and then go find Mu Fusheng." Youdanhua narrowed their eyes, "
There is a great thing locked on this mountain, I have to go and meet it for a while."
A thing that is about to become a demon, and its cultivation level is not low, which is interesting.