Fang Yanying would not refuse his uncle's request, so he asked: "What did my uncle ask me to get?"
Shen Lian lowered his eyes, lightly tapped the blade of the Five Elements Divine Sword with his index finger, and said quietly: "When you go, when you see the monk in the temple, ask him for a drop of 'Amiridu'."
Fang Yanying lowered his head, bowed slightly to his uncle, and was ready to go, without asking what would happen if he didn't give it.
She just went to get it. If she didn't give it, she could still get it.
Seeing that she was about to start, Shen Lian handed her the divine sword wrapped in a strip of cloth in his hand and said softly: "Take it with you."
Fang Yanying took the sword, then went down the mountain and headed towards the majestic city in front.
Her breath was the same as the breath of the sword. As she walked over like that, she felt the vitality of heaven and earth, like waves of ocean waves, the people who hit her and the divine sword wrapped in cloth in her hand, but her whole body and the sword seemed to be bottomless. The black hole, allowed to be washed away by the spiritual tide, remained silent and unchanged.
Looking from a distance, I already feel that the city is very high and very large. When I get close, I feel even more vast.
As she walked into the city, she gradually saw a plaque, and then words appeared. She didn't recognize it, but she understood the meaning of the words - 'Shengguan Temple'.
Fang Yanying entered Shengguan Temple easily, and felt that her uncle's gaze on her disappeared after entering.
She saw a monk, very old, with a stooped body and a waning appearance.
"What is the donor doing here?" the old monk asked.
Fang Yanying said very politely: "I would like to ask the master for a drop of 'Amiridu'."
The old monk shook his head and said: "There is no 'Amilidu' here."
Fang Yanying knew that her uncle would never lie to her. She knew that he would, so she stared at the old monk closely, but if he didn't tell her, what would she do to him
The old monk was stared at by her for a long time. Instead of being annoyed, he suddenly smiled and said, "Do you know what Amiridu is?"
Fang Yanying paused and said frankly: "I don't know."
The old monk showed a mysterious smile and said in a sinister tone: "That is the Buddhist elixir of immortality. It is the same as the Taoist elixir of immortality. If a person takes a drop of it, he will not die, but its appearance will cause countless deaths." The power of the afterlife is gathered together, and there is just a drop."
Then Fang Yanying smelled the faint fragrance, and his eyes were filled with endless white bones.
She understood that the fragrance came from the white bones. It was the fragrance of white bones. The bones moved and piled up quickly. The old monk sat on the hill made of white bones. His withered skin was filled with flesh and blood, making a crackling sound. His bones were changing, making him look unusually tall.
This is a wonderful sight made of white bones. This is a temple for the dead. The old monk's demeanor changed and he looked down upon all things, with a domineering air.
He said loudly: "Donor, if you don't leave, you will stay here."
Fang Yanying understood why such a large city-like temple could be built in the wilderness, because the people in the temple did not have to worry about eating, drinking, and eating. Even if there were people here, they would still be dead.
Those bones were once living creatures, but now they have become dead things.
The monk was only wearing a hundred-pin robe, but at this moment, soft, water-like light flowed out from his sleeves, covering the entire Shengguan Temple with a thin veil.
Fang Yanying could clearly feel the vast power of the monk, which was also the power of Buddhism that was very different from the power of Taoism. He possessed extremely profound Dharma, but Fang Yanying didn't know whether he was the deceased or not.
In the distance, Shen Lian stood on the top of the city. Fang Yanying couldn't feel him, and even the monks couldn't spot him. He quietly watched everything inside. Those soft white Buddha lights passed through his body easily, as if he This world does not exist.
A long time ago, Shengguan Temple was a huge temple in the north, with countless monks living in it. Until one day, an eminent monk passed away, and everyone here became dead overnight. They could not be saved and had great resentment. , people and gods are angry.
Later, all the grievances were concentrated on the body of the eminent monk who passed away, becoming a corpse king. Because he had acquired the Dharma and the grievances of the dead, good and evil were united, so no matter which Taoist or Buddhist master, it was difficult to do anything to him. Moreover, he could not leave Shengguan Temple, and over time, he was forgotten in the far north.
Even if there are creatures living nearby, they know that living creatures cannot go here, so the surroundings are deserted.
Perhaps it was because he hadn't met a living creature for so long that the Corpse King spoke more.
The corpse king's eyes glowed red, and the white bones he sat down turned red, and then the dead crawled out of the bones one by one.
Groups of dead souls surrounded Fang Yanying. She hugged the sword tightly and did not dare to be careless.
She can maintain the view of killing even without her uncle, and now her magical power has increased, and she also has the Five Elements Sword.
Therefore, with the transparent sword heart on guard, she could clearly sense the emotions, unwillingness, resentment, and a hint of intolerance buried in the deepest part of her heart.
Because most of these dead souls are monks from Shengguan Temple, with compassionate nature.
Fang Yanying sighed from the bottom of her heart. Even though she didn't know the origin of the dead souls, they were not just plants and trees. She knew that they probably had few evil deeds during their lifetimes.
She tore the cloth apart, and the sword sank as dark as water, without any five-colored eyes.
Fang Yanying's slender fingers flicked on the sword with incomparable lightness. The soft Buddha light emitted from the corpse king's body was swallowed up by a black hole in an instant, and the world fell into darkness.
Then a stern will-o'-the-wisp lighted up, almost burning the corners of Fang Yanying's clothes.
With a low groan, the sword body surged, and the soft Buddha light that was swallowed up, along with the endless waves of heaven and earth vitality, poured out like a sea of water. In the blink of an eye, it was already a surging sea tide, and the entire Shengguan Temple was submerged in the wave. The dead souls and bones were washed to pieces.
Fang Yanying's body was floating in the air, with his toes pointed on the high waves. His mood became more and more gloomy. Suddenly there was a finger in front of him, which came out of the waves. In an instant, it turned into a divine peak that reached into the sky and reached the clouds. It was bound to be destroyed. The tiny shadow of Fang Yan.
Just this one move was the power of the Golden Arhat series, and Fang Yanying knew that he could not defeat the opponent.
But she still wanted to give it a try.
At this moment, she faced a blow from this peerless Buddha's power, and her mind suddenly drifted away, remembering the time when she was traveling with her uncle in the past. In the cold night, her uncle held his sword and pointed it at Ziwei Yuan, surrounded by endless stars. Her power is vaster than the peerless mana of the person in front of her. She is becoming more and more calm, and the stars in Lingtai Zifu are lit up. They are all stars in Ziwei Yuan, shining with starlight. The vast and mysterious universe is her most powerful. Strong backing.
The wave of vitality that submerged the surroundings was inspired and gathered within the square inch of the Five Elements Divine Sword. The law was like a wonderful life, like stars in the sky.
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