On this day, the Hengkong Dao Chang entered the Songshan boundary.

Not to mention that Songshan has a famous name for thousands of years, and there are many tourists. Just say that on Songshan Mountain, among the famous mountains and ancient temples, there are many managers in Shaolin, and several people with extremely high seniority are a little worried in a Zen temple.

"Abbot..."

The person who spoke was an old monk who looked thin, the old monk had dark skin, and the skin on his face was extremely wrinkled, and he couldn't tell his specific age. The old monk was holding a rosary in his hand, wearing a brown monk's robe, and his eyes were slightly cloudy: "Yuantong and Huijing, haven't you come back?"

It's been a few days, Yuantong and Huijing, this time going north, is looking for helpers, especially the island in the middle of the lake, to solve the dilemma of Songshan.

Yuantong and Huijing went to the north, but there has been no news so far, and several people are worried.

The abbot is a middle-aged chubby monk, wearing a brown monk's robe, wearing a robe, and clasping his hands: "Patriarch, Yuantong Patriarch Huijing Patriarch has not returned, there should be something delayed..."

"Ugh..."

The other monk did not look very old, and he had a somewhat contradictory appearance. Seeing that he is 100 years old, it is okay to say that he is forty or fifty years old. Medium build, not fat or thin, looks a little strong. The palms of one hand and the back of the hand are thick cocoons, this is a monk who practices foreign kung fu.

He sighed lightly, unable to express his helplessness: "I have been trapped for many years, and I have already passed away." Extraterritorial Xiuzhen came to help me wake up, but also... Sins, sins..."

"Yuanhua..."

The thin old monk looked at the big monk who spoke and shook his head slightly. The big monk with a contradictory face nodded and stopped talking. The thin old monk said: "Abbot, we are dead people, and it was a mistake to return this time. I just hope that this time the mistake will still be solved by us, but unfortunately, ninety-nine-eighty-one is the same door, and now there are only four people who wake up. And the treasure of Buddhism was also taken away by extraterritorial cultivation... Otherwise... This time, the devil will not have any signs of recovery, nor will he be able to wake up. ”

Speaking of this, the Yuanhua monk frowned: "Extraterritorial cultivation really took away my Buddhist treasure, went to the island in the middle of the lake, and was subdued by Zhang Daoran, then the treasure of Buddhism should fall into Zhang Daoran's hands." This time, Yuantong still has Huijing, and the main task is to retrieve the treasure and seal the demon again. ”

"Ancestor..."

The abbot frowned, the two in front of him were indeed antiques from thousands of years ago, and their personalities were not very easy to accept them. Moreover, they seem to have some secrets, and always do not tell.

After looking at the two Buddhist patriarchs, the abbot also figured out what the demon in the mouth of these two patriarchs was: "Patriarch, who is the demon? Why did it appear in Songshan, why was it sealed, and not destroyed?"

The abbot is really a little unclear, and the Buddha has no record of these. There may be a record that it has been deliberately destroyed.

Buddhism has always been a holy place for cultivation, if it is sealed here, a big devil may cause panic, or perhaps, it will affect the status of Buddhism.

Yuanhua opened his mouth, and the thin old monk also groaned a little, and finally said: "This is a long story, thousands of years ago, it was the most glorious era of cultivating the Tao and cultivating Buddha, there were many sects, and there were countless people who cultivated to the highest level... Everyone is in pursuit of immortality, but in the end it is sad to be 100 years old..."

"More than 800 years ago, there was an amazing and brilliant cultivator on the rivers and lakes, he was originally a person who had been bullied, he rose up to resist, killed more than ten people, and bullied him the most, and fled from then on. ”

"The government is hunting, and the rivers and lakes are wanted. This cultivator, however, seemed to have disappeared and did not appear for ten years. Just when everyone almost forgot about such an ordinary person, this cultivator suddenly appeared, picked eighteen sects in a row, and slaughtered the three major sects...... And this cultivator, he doesn't know what exercises he has practiced, and every time he kills someone, his strength can increase by one point. ”

"Every time you kill someone, you can increase your strength by one point?"

The abbot's face was solemn, and his eyebrows trembled: "This is not an evil law, isn't this an evil cultivator?"

The monk named Yuanhua smiled bitterly: "More than 800 years ago, the definition of the word evil cultivation had both positive and derogatory meanings. In a pejorative sense, a practitioner behaves strangely, but does not kill innocent people indiscriminately. And the meaning of the word praise is that many righteous people act perversely and do not obey constraints, which are also called evil..."

The abbot didn't understand the rivers and lakes of 800 years ago, and the focus of his attention was on this cultivator. Nodding, the abbot was a little puzzled: "In that case, why do you still say that he is a cultivator? Isn't this a big devil?"

Yuanhua smiled, smiling a little reluctantly: "It is indeed a big devil, but at that time, he had already cultivated to a high level, had already broken away from the category of ordinary cultivation, and had begun to move towards the cultivation of immortals in this era." He can fly with a sword, and he can burn talisman formations. ”

The abbot was slightly moved: "With the one on the island in the middle of the lake... Some of them are the same. ”

"That's true..."

Yuanhua was a little helpless: "Just like more than half a year ago, the extraterritorial cultivators gathered on the island in the middle of the lake and wanted to exterminate the island in the middle of the lake, at that time, the entire rivers and lakes also felt the threat of this cultivator, so they began to form an alliance and wanted to fight against this cultivator together." ”

The abbot breathed a sigh of relief, the encirclement and suppression of the island in the middle of the lake may have failed, but this time the alliance of the entire rivers and lakes may not have failed. Otherwise, it would be impossible for this demon to be sealed in Songshan.

The rivers and lakes are in danger, if you don't form an alliance at this time, I'm afraid you will be broken by the devil one by one and wiped out.

A smile appeared on his face: "I Songshan should also participate, presumably this time it should be a success, otherwise, there will be no result of this demon being sealed in Songshan." ”

Yuanhua's face became even more bitter, and he shook his head: "It didn't work..."

The abbot's face changed greatly, and he seemed to have seen that the rivers and lakes were bloody and bloody, and that demon was invincible.

"After the alliance, the world's sects, and even some hidden sects, were also alarmed, and my Buddhism also began to show up at this time. The sects of the world's sects began to connect and become alliances, shrinking the line of defense, and many sects migrated and began to converge around the three major sects in the world. ”

Yuanhua was a little embarrassed, and also a little emotional: "The sects and sects of the world connect the three major regions, the west is based on Shushan, the east is based on Songshan, and the north is a loose alliance...... But..."

The abbot's heart moved, and his face was a little unsightly: "Could it be that the devil is still raging?"

"It's not just raging, the Northern Alliance, overnight, was slaughtered!"

Yuanhua closed his eyes and couldn't bear it: "This demon, although he is alone, does not accept disciples, goes alone, and has no fixed residence, it is difficult to determine his whereabouts." It was also this time that the Northern Alliance was slaughtered, and this cultivator was called the Shura Demon Head..."

The abbot's heart was beating faster, and it was hard for him to imagine how such a person, who was the enemy of the world, could make the entire rivers and lakes bloody.

So, how powerful is this Shura Demon Head?

If Zhang Daoran lived in that era, was Zhang Daoran powerful, or was this Shura demon powerful?

At this moment, the abbot inexplicably thought of Zhang Daoran, the island in the middle of the lake.

I wanted to continue to ask, how the demon was sealed, the mobile phone rang, the phone was connected, the abbot stood up, and said to the two great monks: "Ancestor, someone from the island in the middle of the lake is here..."