This scene is so eerie, no one would have imagined that there is a universe inside this Buddha statue, which seems to be dusty for millions of years, and this monk is still alive.
In shock, Yin Biyue held the Yihu Sword in his hand, but did not draw it out. Because Luo Mingchuan is very calm, this kind of calm also infected him, it seems that no matter how terrible things are about to face, they will fight side by side and get out of danger.
The monk described it as shriveled, with deeply sunken cheeks, and the fingers outside the cassock shrunken into brown lumps.
Yin Biyue didn't even know whether he was a human or a ghost. Luo Mingchuan's pupils have changed back to their true colors, and he took a step forward, hiding in front of his junior brother.
When the monk's eyes were fully opened, a gust of wind blew into the Buddhist hall.
It seems that thousands of years of dust have been swept away, and the place suddenly brightens up.
And he sat in the soft brilliance, watching the two outsiders quietly and peacefully.
Yin Biyue didn't know how to describe those eyes. It is not the indifferent magic eye of the gods on the high platform, nor is it the magic eye in a sea of corpses and blood.
It is compassionate, solemn, and seems to be able to overcome all the pain and suffering in the world.
This is a pair of Buddha eyes.
It is more like a real Buddha than the statues enshrined in Xingshan Temple.
Feng left the Buddhist hall, the wooden door that had been pushed open was gently closed, and the stone lock was buckled by itself. But Yin Biyue seemed to be unconscious under the watchful eyes of the old monk.
I just heard Luo Mingchuan scolding, "Broken!"
He was suddenly alert, and cold sweat soaked the back of his clothes in an instant. He didn't expect that with the strength of his own soul, he would be bewitched by his gaze.
Still careless.
Look again, there is no brilliance and true Buddha. The Buddhist hall is still an old Buddhist hall. The old monk is still an old monk with cloudy eyes.
But it is unimaginably powerful.
Yin Biyue also noticed that this person's robe was too large and unfit, which showed that he was not so thin before. And now it's like something is stealing his vitality invisibly.
The old monk was not annoyed at being drunk, but he seemed to have a smile on his face, and said slowly, "Where did you two come from?"
He didn't speak for a long time, his voice was hoarse and rough. But the tone of voice is natural and friendly, like greeting with familiar juniors, which makes life not wary.
Luo Mingchuan did not relax at all, and replied, "Come from the temple."
"How is it in the temple?"
"not good."
If the other party asks about the ceremony of hospitality in the temple, it is not good; if you ask about the situation in the temple, if the large array is damaged and the ley lines collapse, it is also not good.
The old monk laughed, as if he had got what he wanted, and said with relief, "Okay."
Yin Biyue and Luo Mingchuan originally guessed that this person was a senior and strong man of Xingshan Temple, but now, looking at his reaction, he looked like an enemy of Xingshan Temple.
Luo Mingchuan asked, "I answered two questions from senior, dare to ask who senior is?"
The monk said, "The poor monk is watching."
His tone was indifferent, as if reporting an ordinary legal name.
Yin Biyue was on guard waiting for the answer, but at this time his pupils shrank, suspecting that he had heard it wrong, or that it was just a coincidence. He looked at the old monk in disbelief.
Even Luo Mingchuan was shocked.
But the monks didn't speak, as if they were still waiting for their question.
If it wasn't for the two of them who had been familiar with the old classics in the school, they would not have known the name at all.
Millions of years have passed, and even the names of Demon Venerable and True Immortal are almost forgotten by the world. Who will remember the glorious and splendid era of saints, there was a saint who was born in Xingshan Temple, but did not leave a legacy
Master Liaoguan claims to have broken the boundaries of Buddhist, martial, and spiritual practices, and that all kinds of methods are omnipotent.
There was no news after the Dao Demon War, and many things were too old to be verified, and later generations could only speculate that he also died in that war.
Luo Mingchuan asked, "Why are seniors here?"
He knew the identity of the person in front of him, no matter how incredible it was, he should call him 'Master Liaoguan'. But the experience at Xingshan Temple made it difficult for him to trust monks with high morals and respect. So at this time there is no respect for the younger generation.
Yin Biyue thought similar to him, and didn't mean to come forward to greet him.
After watching but not caring, still smiling, "I've been here, but you're here, I want to see you."
This sentence was said to Luo Mingchuan.
Immediately in Yin Biyue's mind, the protagonist jumped off a cliff and did not die, and he met a senior who taught him his skills for 60 years. Since then, Goldfinger has opened up a counterattack and slapped the face of the world's X-point flow upgrade routine.
This style of painting can be established anywhere, but in this world, past experience tells him that things may not be so simple.
Luo Mingchuan said, "I don't know my predecessors."
Lioguan shook his head, his expression was a bit lonely, "Come, come and sit down and speak slowly. No one has spoken to me for a long time..."
When the two of them turned around, they saw an armchair that appeared out of thin air behind them, and they didn't even feel the slightest fluctuation of real essence.
The opponent's cultivation base is unfathomable, and there is no malicious intent. Moreover, both of them had many doubts in their hearts, so they sat down with kindness.
"There are some things I don't say. In a few years, I won't remember it... How long has it been since the robbery?"
Luo Mingchuan replied, "More than 600,000 years."
The old monk sighed,
"Heh... It's been so long. When I was outside, the world was in turmoil. I think it's better now."
He turned to Luo Mingchuan, "The Jialan pupil technique you practiced was written by me when I crossed the Cangjiang River at night. I wrote it in a hurry. What's wrong with your practice?"
At this time, it was not like a saint who had been in power, but an old man who just wanted to talk to the young about his past.
"No. I just have a question. There are also monks practicing in Xingshan Temple. Is my practice different from theirs?"
Yin Biyue remembered that in the Buddhist hall in the temple, Jinghai said that the senior brother was practicing 'Tianluo Jiuzhuan'. '
Leo Guan said, "Of course it's different, you are orthodox, they are all leftists. I only wrote a book on Jialan Tongshu, and gave it to a fisherman on the river. The one in the temple is just a rubbing. Even the practice method is incomplete."
Luo Mingchuan had already thought that perhaps this only true scroll, after many twists and turns, was finally collected by the school and seen by himself.
But he still had questions, but without waiting for him to ask, Leo Guan continued, "After you read it, did the booklet spontaneously burn to ashes?"
Luo Mingchuan nodded.
"That's right, there are formations on the real volume. If you haven't read your qualifications, it will show the scraps. When you have finished reading your qualifications, you will destroy it yourself." Lio Guan said that he was a little proud, "Because the successor who bears my mantle, one is enough."
Yin Bi was more and more shocked. Such magical powers were amazing and unpredictable, and they could be preserved for millions of years. It was obvious how profound the cultivation of the person in front of him was.
But how could such a person stay here for so many years
Looking at him, he smiled and said, "Lady, I know what you're thinking. I stay here... I don't want to, but I'm trapped here."
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of both of them changed.
Who in the world can trap a saint
Is it the Demon Lord
Gu Guan said, "During the Dao and Demon War, I brought a group of disciples from Xingshan Temple to hold three thousand demon generals, just to let Yi Lingxiao kill Mo Changyuan, and then Mo Changyuan did die in Linyuan. Under the sword, it is a pity that Yi Lingxiao was also seriously injured, and his lifespan is short…”
These names sound unfamiliar, but they are the names of true immortals and demons.
"At the end of the war, the four seas are scorched, and everything is waiting to be rebuilt. My junior brother Wang Wang did not participate in the war because of his retreat. He was at the peak of his fighting power, and I was injured, so I couldn't defeat him."
"Xingshan Temple suffered heavy losses, and it was not enough to support the great formation of the sect. For the sake of the ten thousand-year foundation, he set up a dragon-bound formation and imprisoned me here. The formation method was offered."
In the end, he looked at Luo Mingchuan, "If it wasn't for the fact that my mantle and mantle hadn't been passed down to me today, I could see the flaws in the formation, and when I came here, I wouldn't have the time to wake up again. Maybe after a few more years, the oil will run out and the lamp will run out. Sit down."
Yin Bi couldn't recover for a long time.
He didn't expect his guess to come true.
The Buddha Seal Golden Light Great Array is not maintained with spirit stones or battled with divine soldiers, but is extracting the vitality and cultivation of a saint.
What kind of terrible and cruel formation is this
A big man who participated in the Dao and Demon War did not die on the battlefield, but died in a trap that no one knew about.
Luo Mingchuan said, "What can we do for senior? Is there a way to crack the formation?"
Lioguan calmly said, "I am the eye of the formation and the pivot of the formation. I have lived and died with this formation. After a long time, there is no concern in the world. There is no difference between here and outside."
"I only have one last wish."
Luo Mingchuan said, "Senior, please speak."
Then he smiled, like a loving elder looking at his disciple,
"I wrote the Jialan pupil technique in a hurry, and it is inevitable that I have missed it. I am now bound by the formation and cannot leave the offering platform. You can come forward, and I will pass on the last realm to you."
Yin Biyue felt that this was indeed a golden finger for the protagonist. A sage's teaching is really a good thing that has fallen from the sky.
But his intuition always reminded him that something was wrong.
When he saw Luo Mingchuan get up and walk forward, he involuntarily stood up and wanted to hold him.
Before his fingertips could touch the sleeves, Luo Mingchuan stopped and gave him a reassuring smile.
Then he looked at Guan Dao, "Senior's words are very touching, but I don't believe it."
Yin Biyue's unease grew rapidly.
They have just experienced the siege in Xingshan Temple, and now they encounter people who are also imprisoned in the temple in the name of righteousness, and they will naturally feel a sense of intimacy. On the other hand, there is no sage's power and pretence at all, and he appears kind and kind, compassionate and indifferent.
Everything makes life without doubt.
But just like this Buddhist temple, no weirdness is the greatest weirdness.
The sage's rhetoric, there is no problem, is the biggest problem.
Leo Guan asked, "Where do you not believe?"
"Master Wang, the sixteenth abbot of Xingshan Temple, has been in the Mahayana realm all his life, how can he hurt you?" Luo Mingchuan paused, "It is said that the predecessors broke the barriers of spiritual, martial, and Buddhist cultivation, and there are all kinds of methods. It is omnipotent... Then it is not surprising that you are familiar with the magic art."
His face changed.
The old Buddhist hall became darker and darker, and the wooden railings across the light-transmitting windows cast shadows on him, making him look hideous and terrifying. He laughed loudly, hoarse and happy, "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"
Yin Bi was stunned in place.
My intuition that I didn't want to admit was confirmed—
Looking at it, it has indeed broken the barrier of the magic cultivator.
Jialan pupil technique is really related to 'Tianluo Jiuzhuan'.
He thought that his brother should be the one who was hit the hardest. The orthodoxy he had always insisted on had been broken. How could he accept that he was cultivating the magic cultivation method. He hurriedly turned his head to look, but saw Luo Mingchuan's face was calm and calm, neither sad nor happy.
Maybe people will subconsciously believe the words that are comforting to themselves, and believe what Guan just said, but Luo Mingchuan is too rational and has long suspected the Jialan pupil technique.
Because after he practiced, and then looked at other exercises, it was as if a barrier had been broken. No matter what it was, he could practice smoothly without encountering any bottlenecks.
At this time, I just asked, "When the seniors were at their peak, they were almost omnipotent, why do they still have to enter the devil?"
The sound of the view reverberated endlessly, as if spit out a mouthful of turbid air that had been suppressed for millions of years, and even the sunken cheeks flushed red, and suddenly became excited, "Saints and true immortals also have their lifespan exhausted one day, how can they be counted as nothing? What can’t you do? The Taoist can only ask for a source method, and before the Buddha, you can only cultivate an afterlife.
"People have good and evil, but there is no good or evil in practice. It's ridiculous that even characters like Yi Lingxiao can't see through the confusion! Mo Changyuan and I read the 'Tianluo Secret Canon' and wrote the 'Tianluo Jiuzhuan'. Jialan Pushu is the first rank! Who knows that I have cultivated to the eighth rank, but I have been unable to break through again. And Mo Changyuan was only one line away from the ninth rank, but he died under the sword of Linyuan... "
As soon as these words came out, Yin Biyue and Luo Mingchuan changed color.
They thought they were secretly obsessed with demons for the sake of viewing, but unexpectedly this person colluded with Demon Venerable. From this point of view, the role he played in that battle was more likely to be on the side of the Devil's Way, and the one who seriously injured him was Lingxiao, the true immortal.
Yin Biyue asked, "'There is no righteousness and evil in the exercises', that's a good word, but you really haven't done any evil?"
Lio Guan smiled and said, "What is evil? Killing one person is a crime, killing ten thousand is a hero!"
As soon as the words fell, the Buddhist hall trembled violently! The ancient beam trembled, and the dust rustled down.
The monk's cassock was puffed up with energy, and the altar under his body was covered in smoke and dust. A long golden light shot from behind him, but the edge was plated with red light.
With the click of the bones jointing, his stature suddenly grew taller.