"It's finally possible. I'm afraid I'll kill you if I wait any longer." Mu Qianyu leaned into his arms, her eyes full of heartache.
In previous melee battles with the Demon Sect, all dangers were saved. I didn’t expect that a chess game could bring someone to such an end. Even if he was seriously injured, some people would believe it.
Beichen Ye held her hand tighter, but his attention was still on the chess game.
The most anxious people at the moment are Moro and Moko. The ancestor Buddha is still immortal and no one can crack the Zhenlong chess game. The ancestor Buddha will not pass away unless he can fulfill his final wish.
But after the last incident of hurting someone in the Zhenlong chess game, the Immortal Sect was already very dissatisfied. They didn't even dare to put the chess game on display. If it continued like this, it was hard to guarantee that things would not be exposed.
They even united with the two holy masters to secretly kill the ancestor Buddha, but the ancestor Buddha had the blessing of merit and virtue, and if they wanted to kill him, they would inevitably cause a big fuss, which was impossible to do.
For a moment, both the Buddha and the Holy Lord were on pins and needles. There was no way forward, and there was only a dead end to retreat. They could only hold on bravely.
At this time, Mu Qianyu suggested that the chessboard be put on display again for anyone who wants to see it. If you are afraid of getting hurt, you don't have to look at it.
When they received the message from Mu Qianyu, Moro and Moko felt that the empress had come at the right time, as they had no chance to take out the chessboard.
They even felt that Mu Qianyu was not going to cause trouble as the two holy masters said, but he was obviously here to help.
"Could it be that Young Master has already solved the chess game?" Holy Master Tianyuan became suspicious.
Holy Lord Wuji also frowned and said: "Things are not that simple, but we have no better choice. Exhibiting the Zhenlong chess game is the only way for people to decipher it."
Moro Buddha nodded without any hesitation: "The top priority is this chess game. As long as the chess game is solved, even if Bei Chenye and Mu Qianyu join forces, they won't be able to cause any trouble."
"This is our Buddhist holy land. Even if we break up, we will not allow juniors like them to make the decision." Moko Buddha was also very confident.
Holy Lord Wuji looked at Holy Lord Tianyuan, waiting for his opinion.
"That's all. I'll pay more attention to the movements of the two of them recently, and Lan Jia should be more careful. Venerable Moro is optimistic about the demon cone in his hand." Holy Lord Tianyuan thought over and over before saying.
"Okay, I won't let the Demon God Cone fly away." Buddha Moro nodded. He had no intention of returning such a powerful magic weapon.
Lan Jia took the thing from Mu Qianyu's hand. As long as Lan Jia dies, there will be no proof. Even if Mu Qianyu wants to cause trouble, there is no sufficient reason.
So that day, the Zhenlong chess game appeared in the sky over the Western Regions. The chessboard became so large that as long as you raised your head in the Western Regions, you could see the chess game clearly.
As a result, the sky became a little darker, and large areas of temples were shrouded in shadow.
Mu Qianyu squatted on the wall and looked up at the chessboard, then looked at the huge shadow below, and felt that it was appropriate. Isn't it true that the Western Region today is controlled by darkness, making it a smoky mess.
She knew that Langa's calm and calm mind was more in line with Zen principles and more suitable to be the ancestral Buddha of the Western Region and to restore a piece of pure land here.
Just after the chessboard appeared, many immortal disciples walked out of their respective meditation rooms or tents and gathered towards the center of the chessboard, which was the temple of the ancestor Buddha.
The two Buddhist Buddhas, Moro and Moko, were also standing high in the sky. When they saw Mu Qianyu squatting on the wall not far away, they nodded in greeting and said to themselves that this empress is really very casual, and there is no movement on her body.
Violation.
Mu Qianyu nodded politely to the two of them, telling them to pay attention to the flow of people at their feet.
The two of them lowered their heads and looked at each other. They were very pleased with the people from the Immortal Sect who actively responded to the chess game. The smiles on their faces became thicker and more kind. They looked like they were truly enlightened monks.
They finally saw hope, and things were finally making progress. If the stalemate continued, they didn't know what to do, so they nodded in Mu Qianyu's direction from afar.
Seeing them like this, Mu Qianyu couldn't help but smile. It wasn't that she didn't remind them, but the two of them didn't realize that the crisis was coming.
Still silly and happy.
Moro and Moko were immersed in joy a moment ago, but they soon realized that something was wrong, because the people from the immortal sect below did not seem to raise their heads to watch the chess game, but only lowered their heads to surround the temple where the ancestor Buddha was.
go.
This scene is exactly the same as before they gave the money a few days ago. The scene of the war a few days ago is still vivid in my mind. Is it going to happen again?
Their relaxed nerves gradually tightened, and the string became tighter and tighter. They subconsciously looked at Mu Qianyu, and saw that Mu Qianyu had raised his head to look at the chess game, as if he didn't care what was happening below.
"No, eighteen Arhats, form an array." Moro said flatly.
At the same time, twenty sect leaders of the Immortal Sect appeared from all directions and stood opposite the Eighteen Arhats. Among them, the owner of the Wuliang Palace said loudly: "What's wrong with us meeting the ancestor Buddha? You keep blocking us. What are your intentions?
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The expressions of Moro and Moko suddenly changed, something was really wrong.
"Everyone, the poor monk has said before that the ancestor Buddha is in seclusion and does not see visitors. If you have anything, you can tell the poor monk." Moro immediately flew forward and spoke to dissuade him.
"How could Ancestor Buddha stay in seclusion for so long? How could he ignore so many people in our immortal sect?" asked the Lord of Wuliang Palace.
"Yeah, you just want to send us away with some money. Where do you want to set up the fairy gate?"
"We will definitely see the Patriarch this time. If you insist on stopping us, we will doubt that you will put the Patriarch under house arrest."
All the immortal sects are talking about it.
The public opinion has fermented really fiercely recently, and the dissatisfaction of many immortal disciples has reached its peak. At this moment, the public is even more excited. They all want to rush in now and show these Buddhist people how powerful they are.
Moro thought he could cope with it at first, but when he heard these people talking about being under house arrest, his heart began to beat, and his state of mind, which had been practiced for hundreds of years, was a little unstable.
He winked at the young novice behind him, who immediately went to invite the two holy masters.
Moro explained over and over again that he didn't understand why the people who had been calmed down before started to quarrel again, so he could only take the trouble to calm them down again.
However, this time the righteous people behaved much more fiercely than last time. No one was swayed no matter what. Instead, the more they persuaded, the more angry they became, and they kept shouting that they would not give up until they saw the ancestor Buddha.
He finally figured out that these people didn't want to see the ancestor Buddha, but were looking for trouble.
"Emperor, please tell me what to do about this matter?" Moro also had no one to turn to for help. Seeing that Mu Qianyu didn't come to make trouble this time, he thought maybe he could give it a try.