Half an hour later, there was no more vast divine power between this heaven and earth, only the boundless yellow sand was blown up by the wind.

The sand and dust are all over the sky, and the faint seems to obscure the great sun above the sky, although this scene seems to be vast, but in this endless sea of sand is commonplace.

If you encounter those sandstorms that have not been encountered for many years, I am afraid that everything within a radius of 100 miles will be buried in the soil, and in these eternal years, I don't know how many relics of civilization have been lost under this long yellow dust.

Between the wind and sand, the sound of footsteps walking on the sand and dust gradually sounded, and a tall figure gradually became clear, straw sandals and linen clothes, obviously the previous Buddhist monk.

This monk, who seemed to have passed the age of confusion, walked in the loose yellow sand, but the soles of his feet did not sink into the dust, as if he was floating on this yellow sand, which looked quite strange.

And where he stopped, a young man who had buried most of his body in the sand was faintly visible, the short ear-length hair, and the sackcloth that was almost like rags, were obviously Han Ning who had disappeared from the god's imperial county town.

It's just that at this time, on Han Ning's body, there is no longer the black divine power that has just manifested, and in the sand around him, the black gas like a quagmire has disappeared, as if nothing had happened before. Only at the young man's neck was a golden ring, clinging to the flesh and clamping around his throat.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

The middle-aged monk bowed his head slightly and chanted a Buddha name, and the golden light in his eyes was like a century-old well without any waves, but it was obvious that the black divine power that had just faded and the ring around the young man's neck had nothing to do with him.

It's just that he was able to suppress the magic of the black eagle and force all the black qi that spread out, and this monk's Dharma cultivation is probably quite profound, and he is not unknown among the martial artists between heaven and earth.

And in the yellow sand, when the monk folded his hands and chanted the Buddha's name, behind him, there was another sound of footsteps. It's just that this step is obviously much heavier than him, and obviously every foot falls into the sand, and it seems that the cultivation is much lower than him.

"Amitabha, Senior Brother Lichen, what does this mean?"

The figure in the sand and dust gradually became clear, and at this time, out of the wind and sand, it was also a monk who was dressed like the monk.

It's just that compared to this Lichen, he is obviously much younger, the muscles on his chest and arms are knotted, and he is holding the Demon Suppression Zen Staff tightly in his hand, obviously a warrior monk, and when he asks questions, his expression is also quite puzzled.

"Amitabha, every grass and tree is determined by heaven, and every drink and peck are all the leading edges, everything is the will of heaven, so why should my generation force it?"

The monk who bowed his head and chanted slowly stood up, but he did not look back at the junior brother behind him, but still stared at the young man in front of him who was about to be buried by the yellow sand, and sighed in a low voice.

"Senior brother, that's Master Kongliao's relic......"

Hearing the proverbs in the monk's mouth, the Buddhist monk was in awe, but his face was still hung with an anxious look, and only then did he see that on the golden ring around Han Ning's neck, there was also a small golden pearl, which shimmered like glass with a crystal color, which was obviously the relic he was talking about.

The relics of Buddhism, also known as Buddha bones, are the relics left by the extinction of the body after the death of the real enlightened monks, which contains the precipitation of a monk's cultivation, which is a rare holy relic for Buddhism.

As for the master of Kongliao in his mouth, he must be a master of Buddhism who has achieved cultivation, if it is not a big matter, this warrior monk will not directly question his senior brother, you must know that this coarse linen monk is the Buddha in the temple.

However, the middle-aged monk shook his head slightly: "Master Kongliao has attained the Arhat fruit position, cultivated the golden body and Dharma body, and traveled the world but sat down in Namoke Temple to pass away, this is the will of heaven......"

"And you and I have the abbot's mantra, and traveled thousands of miles to return to the mountain with the master's relics, but in this vast desert, we met this young benefactor, but just sealed his demonic nature with the relics, which is also the will of heaven. ”

The ascetic-looking monk turned around and bowed slightly behind him, but the warrior monk hurriedly returned the salute, and sweat seemed to ooze from his forehead.

"Wu, you are personally taught by the head of the Dharma Academy, it can be said that you are talented, you have been in the temple for six years, and you have become more and more sophisticated on the road of martial arts, but you are really negligent about Buddhism. ”

The monk known as Dust closed his eyes slightly, retracting the golden light in his eyes, but his hands were not lowered, and he still said in his unwavering voice.

"When practicing any martial arts, you must always have compassion in your heart, if you don't take the Dharma as the foundation, then you will definitely hurt yourself when practicing martial arts. ”

The monk's flat voice made the warrior monk look ashamed, and then inserted the Zen staff he was carrying in his hand into the yellow sand, folded his hands, and chanted the Buddha's name.

"Although the junior brother of Liao Wu has not been in the temple for a long time, the road of martial arts can be described as a thousand miles in a day, but if the junior brother does not think of compassion and does not protect himself with Buddhism, then after all, it cannot eliminate the anger contaminated by practicing those martial arts, and I am afraid that one day, I will destroy my foundation. ”

"Amitabha, the poor monk knows ...... wrong"

Monk Liwu looked ashamed, bowed his head and admitted his mistake, obviously he was quite convinced of this senior brother.

Although the dust monk in the Buddhism is not high, but the comprehension of the Dharma has made the heads of the academy are amazed, when the Dharma was debated in the Dharma Academy, he had a lotus tongue, dozens of monks were speechless, and the contemporary abbot called the Buddha, is to walk for the contemporary world of Xuankong Temple.

And Wu has been by this senior brother's side for many days, and on this eastward journey, he has a deep understanding of this senior brother's behavior, every word and deed, every move contains Buddhist principles, if not, it is impossible for him to be convinced.

The sackclothed monk bowed his head slightly when he heard this, and then left with the Zen staff behind him, although he did not mention the young man, but Liu Wu did not hesitate to step forward, pulled the sleeping young man out of the sand, carried it on his shoulder, and then lifted the Zen staff he had just inserted into the yellow sand and followed closely.

Even if the senior brother didn't say it, it was impossible for him to abandon this young man here at will, not just because of the compassion of Buddhism, but because this young man had unimaginable hidden power left on his body.

The scene of the black gas explosion just now, although Senior Brother Lichen took action to deal with it, he obviously witnessed it all.

Although Senior Brother Lichen sealed and imprisoned Master Kongliao's Buddha bone relics, the momentum of the black qi just now had been deeply imprinted in his heart, not to mention that the relics on his body were Buddhist relics, even if it was just because of the strange aura on this young man's body, it was impossible to let it go.

In case that seal is broken by it, this young man is afraid that he will be completely invaded by the black qi and turn into an unimaginable demon.

If this person is still exiled at that time, after falling into the devil's path, he will definitely slaughter the common people, causing the world to shed blood and destroy the souls.

As a disciple of the Buddha sitting down, a disciple of Thousand Buddha Mountain, and the first disciple of the Dharma Academy, Wu will definitely not stand idly by. Moreover, he believed that since the senior brother had sealed the demonic nature of this human demon with the relics of Master Kongliao, he must also plan to bring it back to the mountain gate.