Cang Yun was in a deep state of self-reproach, and when he heard the gentle cry for help, he couldn't help but feel shocked, how could there be a helper here? Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info' Cangyun was on guard and walked towards the ruins step by step.

Approaching the ruins, the cry for help came out again: "Is there anyone? If there are ghosts, you can save me, and I will be thanked." ”

Cangyun felt a faint aura buried under the ruins, which was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had encountered a similar breath. Cangyun waved his hand, and a huge force swept over, pushing the ruins and broken walls aside, and the cry for help became clearer: "My Buddha is merciful, and I am really saved." ”

Cangyun approached the call for help, and saw that it was a basement, which was covered by the floor, and after the room was destroyed, the board that covered the basement was also shaken away, breaking the prohibition of captivity, which exposed the basement and allowed the weak cry for help in the basement to be heard.

In the basement, there was a skinny monk tied up, the red monk's robe was loosely draped over his body, and the monk could be regarded as seeing the light of day again, and he burst into tears with excitement: "Engong, Engong! Monk thank you for your whole family." ”

Cangyun saw that the monk seemed familiar, and beckoned, and the monk floated from the basement to the ground. The monk described it as withered, his eyes could barely be opened, and he lay on the ground weakly.

"Who are you, how did you get tied up here?" Cangyun asked.

The monk gasped: "Engong, thank you, it doesn't matter who I am, I can leave the dark place of death before I die, and I am already content to avoid the suffering of eternal reincarnation, and I am seriously injured and helpless." ”

Cangyun squatted down with interest and looked at the monk's body, it was indeed dry of oil, but it was not difficult to save the monk with his own runes, but Cangyun would not go out at will to save an unknown monk: "You tell me your name, it's good for me to set up a tablet for you, why don't you want to say why you are tied here?"

The monk smiled bitterly with difficulty, his expression was very unnatural due to the loose skin and flesh on his face, and it could be seen that the monk had been fat: "The internal dispute of Buddhism, Engong knows that it is useless. `”

Cang Yun's heart moved, it turned out that this monk was still waiting for death here by the disciples of Buddhism, could it be that the dispute between the three sects of Buddhism was already so tragic?

The monk took a few breaths: "As for the name and surname, it is better than having no name and no surname, Engong, the monk I call a sin, if Engong works hard, you can help me set up a tombstone." ”

"Sin, are you a drunken monk?" Cangyun was shocked.

"You, do you recognize me?" The drunken monk's face changed slightly, obviously fearful, and he offended the enemy with a lot of meaning, and his first reaction when he met the master who knew him was the opponent.

Cangyun remembered the time spent with the drunken monk, sighed for a while, saw the appearance of the once fat drunken monk now, laughed secretly, wanted to tease, Huo Ran got up, ran the Buddha power, the golden light around the body was sheng, the Buddha power was surging, the golden light was like waves surging around, illuminating the fourteenth layer of hell, the earth surging golden lotus, and the Sanskrit sound was curling.

The drunken monk was startled, struggling to open his eyes, but he couldn't see the clouds in a bright golden light, and asked tremblingly: "Yes, which Buddha master is coming? No, the three Buddha masters are all in the sea of blood, you, who are you?"

Cangyun's voice was loud and powerful: "You are qualified to ask me, I ask you why you are here, and you have not answered." ”

The drunken monk's body was shocked, and he was obviously very frightened: "The Buddha is atoning for his sins, the Buddha is atoning for his sins!" The disciple is really unable to get up and give a salute, and he hopes that the Buddha will forgive. The disciple is tied here by the disciples of the Medicine Buddha, because the disciple now has the information left by the first master of the ghost world soul gathering, and he can contact the senior, and the senior has mastered the highest-level soul gathering techniques such as "Chong Shen Anti-Soul Song" and "Great Light Festival", as long as the senior can be summoned, it is possible to ask him for the soul gathering method, and he can cooperate with the degree technique of my Buddhism to make the degree method to a higher level. ”

Cang Yun was overjoyed when he heard this: "Is there indeed such a method? Who is the master? But the surname is Xue?"

The drunk monk said: "This, it should be surnamed Cai, and the disciple remembers that it is called Cai Shijie." ”

"Is it?Brother Cai?" Cangyun was a little surprised, and then suddenly realized, Cai Shijie pursued hundreds of millions of years back then, and forcibly recalled Mrs. Cai's soul, if he was not a master of soul gathering, how could he have such strength? Thinking of being an old friend, Cangyun was overjoyed, if he could see Cai Shijie, he would definitely be able to ask him to help. `

"How do I get in touch?" Cangyun asked.

The drunken monk was silent for a moment: "Buddha Master, the disciple has a reluctant request." ”

"Speak. ”

"The disciple hopes that the Buddha will take a shot and save the disciple's life, the disciple will tell the truth, the method of contact was snatched away by the Medicine Buddha Gate, but it is not complete, the disciple has a piece of information privately, the disciple thought that he would die, and he did not want to bring this information out, if the Buddha saves the disciple's life, the disciple should give the message, and do his best to help the Buddha to get the information that was snatched away by the Medicine Buddha Gate. The drunken monk said.

Cangyun said: "You now tell me the information you have, and I will judge whether to save you." ”

The drunken monk refused to miss a trace of hope for survival at the moment, and was afraid that he would annoy the unknown Buddha master if he was desperate and directly searched for the Yuan Shen, so he had to tell the truth: "Buddha Master, what I have mastered is the fluctuation frequency of a period of mana, and only with the mana of this frequency, Cai Shijie's predecessors will receive it and give feedback." ”

The drunken monk sent out a faint mana fluctuation, and Cangyun instantly understood: "I see, what kind of information was snatched away by the Medicine Master Buddha Sect?"

The drunken monk said: "That is a way to open the door, Cai Shijie's predecessors are now in the king's tomb, only by opening a cave door of Cai Shijie's predecessors' sacrifice, can Cai Shijie's predecessors be brought out of the king's tomb, and this requires the cooperation of the four honorable people, because the king's tomb is really a special place." ”

Cangyun laughed: "Drunken monk, since you said that Cai Shijie is in the king's tomb, it seems that you really didn't lie to me." ”

"How dare the disciple, how dare the disciple, it turns out that the Buddha already knows. The drunken monk was in a cold sweat, secretly glad that he had not lied.

Cangyun dispersed the Buddha power, and laid three spirit gathering talismans on the body of the drunken monk, and the vitality converged into a trickle like training, flowing into the body of the drunk monk, and the drunk monk was overjoyed, but he didn't expect this Buddha to start healing himself without saying a word.

Although the drunken monk's cultivation has improved a lot, it is still only equivalent to the old demon stage, Cangyun's cultivation of Buddhist disciples is not clear, in fact, the current four upper realm cultivation levels are only conventional, the cultivation of the cultivator has a conclusion, can be used as a reference, many cultivators' cultivation is a cross-level growth, not necessarily to follow the division of grades, level by level climbing.

The drunken monk regained his vitality, smiled lovely, and immediately knelt down, prostrate on the ground, and did not dare to look at Cangyun's true face: "Thank you Buddha for saving your life." ”

Cangyun deliberately played with the drunken monk, and became the appearance of the drunken monk when he first saw him: "Monk, do you still recognize me?"

The drunken monk raised his head, rubbed his eyes, stared at Cangyun for a long time, rubbed his eyes vigorously, and was almost blind, and suddenly sighed: "It turns out that everything is an illusion, where is there a savior, where is there a Buddha, I have seen the soul of my old friend, and sure enough, it is between life and death, presumably, I am dead." ”

The drunken monk folded his palms, sat cross-legged, chanted the sound of Buddha in his mouth, and the Buddha light around his body was shining, and he actually wanted to sit down.

Cangyun hurriedly kicked the drunk monk down, so as not to really turn into a pile of relics.

The drunken monk rolled on the ground twice, covered his face and stood up, there was a clear footprint on his fat face, mixed with the blood flowing from the corners of his mouth and nostrils, which made a fat face very weird: "Hmm, who the kicked me!"

Cangyun hugged his shoulder: "It's me." ”

The drunken monk looked at Cangyun carefully, and asked tentatively, "Brother Cangyun?"

Cangyun said: "It's me." ”

The drunken monk looked dazed: "Why are you here?"

Cang Yun asked rhetorically: "I just want to know why you are here, why you were tied up by the disciples of the Medicine Buddha and waiting to die, aren't all the disciples of your Buddhism entering the sea of blood?"

The drunken monk looked around cautiously: "Brother Cangyun, have you ever seen a Buddha master who has cultivated extremely profoundly?"

When Cangyun saw the drunken monk say this, he didn't say anything, pretending to be mysterious: "I just took a look from afar, saw a huge light and shadow, and then disappeared in a flash." ”

The drunken monk breathed a sigh of relief: "Strange, strange, really strange, how could there be an extra Buddha master out of thin air, in addition to the Buddha Lord of Rulai, the Lord of Maitreya, and the three Lord of Medicine Buddha, I have never heard of such a mysterious Buddha Master, if there are three of them Buddha Masters, they will not talk to me like this." ”

Cangyun said: "Don't talk to yourself, it's not a surprise to see me?"

Although the drunken monk didn't know how Cangyun could appear here, he couldn't think of any harm to him from Cangyun's appearance, and there would be no possibility that there was an enemy pretending to be Cangyun, because that would be meaningless, and the enemy that the drunken monk could think of now was either dead, or cultivated much higher than himself.

"Brother Cangyun, I want to kill you!" The drunken monk hugged Cangyun with a handful of snot and tears, and his huge belly almost made Cangyun unable to breathe.

Cangyun sighed for a while: "I really didn't expect to see you here, it's too much of a coincidence." ”

The drunken monk cried half-truthfully for a long time: "Brother Cangyun, why did you come here?"

Cangyun smiled, turned his mind, and said, "I heard that the Rakshasa woman in the sea of blood is very beautiful, and I want to see it." ”

The drunken monk looked Cangyun up and down, sighed, and patted Cangyun on the shoulder: "Brother, I understand, you want to go to the head of Ji Ling, right?"

Cangyun was stunned: "Why do you say that?"

The drunken monk shook his fat head: "Brother, do you still need to act with me? Back then, you and Ji Ling were very ambiguous, we know it, she is a Rakshasa girl, she must be in the sea of blood, looking at you like this, you must have suffered a lot to be able to soar, right? As soon as you soared, you hurriedly came to the ghost world to find your old friend, isn't it?"

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