Tears from the right eye fell into the red dust, but the left eye was as indifferent as the projection of a cold moon.
The monk raised his hand, gently wiped a tear off his cheek, then stood up again, lit an incense in front of the Buddha, and folded his hands and bowed.
Then, he turned around, took off the bead on his chest, and began to recite a scripture that no one could understand.
Although Jing Yue didn't know the meaning of the scriptures, his mood gradually calmed down, his emotions no longer fluctuated, and even his heartbeat seemed to stop.
He saw the monk's beads lit up with golden light one by one, and burst open one after another. The monk's robe also swelled, and strands of demonic energy poured in from outside the temple, all of them gathered around the monk, and sneaked into the monk. in vivo.
The monk's exposed skin turned into a dead black, the whites of his eyes were completely swallowed by the black, and the flesh and blood of his body was sucked dry by an unknown force, making it look like a corpse of ten thousand years.
The entire hall shook, accompanied by the screams of pain outside, the Buddha statues in the hall blew off their heads, and the dust filled the air, blurring the monk's figure.
I don't know how long it took, the monk completely turned into a skeleton with only skin on it, only the corners of his eyes and lips were soaked with blood-like red, he said in a hoarse voice: "Release the truth and save 100,000 demons, stand up!"
As soon as the words fell, the monk's robe instantly shattered, and a dazzling golden light radiated from his body. The golden light contained endless Buddhist power, repaired his already withered body, and plated his entire body with a layer of gold.
Roof tiles collapsed and the ground shook.
As the smoke billowed, the monk's movements became more and more stiff, and finally completely solidified, like a golden Buddha.
The colorful beams descended, covering the Golden Buddha, and the majestic Qi of merit and virtue overflowed.
As the brilliance circulated, the golden Buddha gradually faded, and finally disappeared completely, leaving no trace of breath.
When this strange scene disappeared completely, several people slowly recovered.
Jing Yue was still in the shocking aftertaste, and sighed: "The scriptures that Shi Zhen recited were originally the inheritance of the true Buddha when he had an epiphany, right?"
Qin Yanzhi: "It is very possible, otherwise it is impossible to save 100,000 demons in one day."
Xue Ming also nodded, "I, I have never heard of this kind of scripture. If I was there at the time, I would definitely be saved."
In fact, just listening to the scriptures, he couldn't help but want to kneel and worship Shizhen. Fortunately, the power of scriptures could not be transmitted to the space where they were, otherwise he would not be able to stabilize his mind at all.
Wei Zhentu looked at Lan Feng for a while with a look of disbelief and admiration, before sighing, "Unfortunately, I still don't know how they died?"
They saw everything that Shi Zhen did, but they couldn't see what the disciples of the Buddha and Buddha experienced exactly, and how did they die? But they can be sure that under such power, all the demonic energy in the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple will be purified.
Lan Feng said unhappily: "This seat has already said, those are just trivial matters, as long as this seat knows the result."
Jingyue rubbed a bit and said, "But I didn't see the pond with the water of merit and virtue that Grand Master Kongmiao said? And from what we saw just now, the Wanfo Temple should have been half-destroyed, but now..."
Wei Zhentu: "There are two possibilities. One, what we saw is the afterimage left here; the other, like those demons, Buddhas and monks, it's all illusion."
Jing Yue: "Let's go to the main hall where Shi Zhen is, it should be the key."
The others naturally had no opinion, and the group began to look for the main hall.
When they arrived in front of the most majestic hall of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, before entering the door, Jingyue smelled a strong scent of sandalwood.
In fact, the smell of sandalwood has always been there, but the closer it is to the main hall, the stronger the smell.
Although it is normal to have incense in a Buddhist temple, Jingyue still finds it a little strange, "Do you think that the sandalwood fragrance here is too strong?"
Xueming was a little dazed, "Is there?"
Qin Yanzhi and Wei Zhentu both nodded, the latter said: "It's really strong, didn't Master Xiao and Xueming smell it?"
Xueming glanced at Wei Zhentu quickly, then lowered his head hurriedly, and whispered: "Xiao Seng didn't smell it, and Xiao Seng is not a master, don't call it that."
Wei Zhentu was itchy when he saw his shy look, and teased him, "What do you call it? Little monk?"
He deliberately dragged the word "Little Monk" into an old man, it sounded extraordinarily ambiguous, Xue Ming's face flushed red, "Just call, call the Little Monk Fahao."
Wei Zhentu sneered, it was rare that Xueming was willing to deal with him, and he wanted to say a few more words, but thinking of their situation at this time, he held back.
Several people walked to the door of the main hall together, Jing Yue took a deep breath and pushed open the door of the main hall.
As the wooden door made a "squeak" sound, a beam of light shone into the dark hall, and there was floating dust in the light, like a firefly.
But the four of them paused. They saw a monk sitting in front of the Buddha statue. The monk was dressed in white, with a handsome face and a lotus flower on his lap.
"Shizhen?" Jing Yue was stunned, the monk in front of him was exactly the same as the Shi Zhen they had just seen.
At this time, the monk in white raised his eyes and smiled lightly at him.
At that moment, Jingyue heard the sound of scriptures, coming from all directions, getting heavier and louder, as if it was about to penetrate his eardrums, making him feel like he wanted to get away from the world and just fall asleep. Feel.
But the next moment, a silver-white sword light flashed, and "Shi Zhen" was cut in half from the head down.
With the disappearance of "Shizhen", Qin Yanzhi also took back Taiqing.
Jing Yue woke up and saw Qin Yan was so decisive, and asked, "Did you hear the scriptures too?"
Qin Yanzhi nodded, Wei Zhentu rubbed his eyebrows behind him, his face ugly.
Wei Zhentu's cultivation base was far inferior to Jingyue and Qin Yanzhi, and was naturally the most affected. Among them, Xueming was the weakest. Wei Zhentu wanted to ask if the other party was unwell, but was suddenly stunned.
"What are you laughing at?" He saw that the corners of Xueming's lips curved slightly, revealing a strange smile.
But after he asked the question, Xueming withdrew his smile and said blankly, "I didn't smile."
Wei Zhentu: "..."
Jingyue and Qin Yanzhi glanced at each other, and then they all set their eyes on Xueming, their eyes full of suspicious scrutiny.
Xue Ming felt uneasy, shrugged his shoulders and said, "What, what's wrong?"
Jingyue didn't answer immediately, and looked at Xueming for a while before smiling reassuringly, "It's alright."
He looked around for a week and noticed an incense burning in front of the Buddha statue. With a thought, he slowly walked forward.
Just when Jingyue was about to approach the incense stick, a warning sign suddenly appeared in his heart, and there seemed to be a strong palm wind coming from behind.
I just heard Wei Zhentu shouting, "Little wine!"
Jing Yue turned sideways to avoid, and a big hole was instantly blown up where he was standing. Out of the corner of the eye, Xue Ming stretched his hands forward, and Qin Yanzhi and Wei Zhentu rushed up.
"Are you okay?" Qin Yanzhi asked Jingyue while trying to control Xueming.
Jing Yue: "It's okay."
He looked at Xueming, who was on an equal footing with Qin Yan, and was horrified. Obviously, Xueming was influenced by the scriptures, but the opponent was only a Jindan cultivation base, how could he have such strength
"Presumptuous, how dare you sneak up on Jingjing!" Lan Feng got out of Jingyue's arms and twitched his wings, "Jiji help you get revenge!"
Jingyue hurriedly stopped Lan Feng, worried that his shot was not serious, and he really hurt Xue Ming, "Don't, Yan Zhi can do it."
Lan Feng observed the situation at this time, and hummed: "Rogues are only useful at times like this! It's just Jingjing's security guard!"
Jingyue didn't understand what "security guard" meant, but he only needed to appease Lan Feng.
Seeing that Xueming was gradually becoming weaker, but Qin Yanzhi had the upper hand, he felt a little relieved and focused his eyes on the incense stick again.
Just now, he just wanted to move the incense stick, and Xueming started to attack him...
"Crack-"
Jing Yue swiped his finger to cut the incense into two sections, and at the same time, a scream resounded through the hall.
I saw Xueming falling to the ground, hugging his body and rolling over, and the acupoints all over his body exploded one after another, and the blood quickly wet the monk's robe.
Wei Zhentu, who had been unable to get his hands on him at first, rushed over and hugged Xueming, but Xueming bit his arm, Wei Zhentu groaned, but refused to let go.
"Xiaojiu, what's wrong with you!" Wei Zhentu shouted, "Xiaojiu! Wake up!"
Xueming turned a deaf ear, and his eyes were full of rage, and he actually bit off a piece of Wei Zhentu's flesh.
His lips were stained with blood, and black gas gathered between his brows, like an evil spirit in hell. When his throat moved, the piece of flesh was swallowed into his stomach.
Just when Jingyue thought he was going crazy, Xueming suddenly twitched, his eyes rolled unreasonably, and he finally rolled his eyes and fainted.
"Little wine?" Wei Zhentu hurriedly looked down and saw that Xueming's breath was calm, so he exhaled heavily.
Wei Zhentu didn't know that Xue Ming had not lost consciousness at the moment. He could hear the words of the people around him and sense everyone's movements, but he couldn't speak, and he couldn't even open his eyes.
Xueming felt that his soul had detached from his body, fluttering, and had no place to settle.
He drifted aimlessly, and after an unknown amount of time, a golden Buddha statue appeared in front of him.
The appearance of the Buddha statue was very familiar, Xueming hesitated and said, "Shizhen?"
Immediately, he saw Jinfo shed a tear from his right eye.
A drop of tears can contain a thousand feet of red dust.
Xue Ming's mind exploded with a "bang", and countless broken images rushed to him.
He saw a handsome young man sitting on the Golden Palace. The young man was wearing a dragon robe, and he was obviously the emperor of the mortal world.
The emperor's eyebrows were seven-point similar to his, and he looked out of the hall eagerly.
The sunlight outside the hall was just right, and a figure walked slowly against the light. Although he couldn't see the other person's appearance clearly, Xueming's heartbeat had become faster. : "Is the national teacher here?"
The figure got closer and closer, and the outline became clearer, finally revealing a familiar face of Xueming.