With the sound of the ancient bell, they stepped through several Buddhist treasure halls, and finally saw the empty words Zen master waiting for them in a majestic Buddha hall.

Facing the old monk sitting in the center of the main hall, Monk Jueyuan saluted respectfully, calling him uncle, while Lichen and Liwu bowed to their uncle.

This old monk is different from the abbot master, the wrinkles on his face have almost buried his eyes, just looking at his appearance, he is afraid that he has exceeded a hundred years old, and that trembling appearance makes people worry that he will never be able to get up again after falling.

However, this seemingly thin and thin old monk is the oldest group of people in Qianfoshan, one of the few remaining masters of the "empty" generation, even if he meets the abbot Zen master, he is also commensurate with his peers.

Moreover, this old monk has been practicing closed-mouth meditation for most of his life, and when he speaks, it will be enough to transform the world, and the Buddha will shine on the common people.

"Buddha, have you ever invited Master Kongliao's Buddha bones back?"

Behind the Zen Master of Kongyan, there were several other monks of the "Jue" generation, and after seeing the three of them, they nodded slightly, and asked in place of the uncle.

When Wu Wenyan heard this, his expression seemed to change slightly, and he subconsciously looked at the young man who was put down by himself when he had just saluted.

This gaze did not hide it, and the monks present naturally noticed his expression, and subconsciously looked at the young man who was still asleep.

At this time, although Han Ning's face was full of yellow sand and dust, he could still see his immature appearance, and the two monks of the "Jue" generation noticed the golden ring around his neck, and naturally did not miss the crystal clear pearl in the ring.

"Bundle the magic ring, bind the soul lock!"

The expressions on the faces of the two monks changed slightly, as Buddhist monks, they naturally knew the efficacy of this Buddhist magic weapon, and the dust and Wu left the mountain, it can be said that they had no long things, and at this time, what is the Buddha treasure that suppresses evil demons and demons in the magic weapon, it is naturally self-evident.

Juezhen and Jue Xing glanced at each other slightly, their faces changed slightly, the Buddha bones of Master Kong Liao are holy relics, according to the temple rules, please return the Buddha bones to be sent to the relics pagoda for worship, worship by the monks, and be blessed by the force.

It is quite inappropriate to directly use the blessing of the Buddha's bones to suppress the monsters in the magic weapon like this, and if the ordinary monks do this, the two of them are afraid that they will have to reprimand a few words.

But in front of him to do such an act, but it is the dust, the Xuankong Temple "the" word of the Buddha, the contemporary walk of the Thousand Buddha Mountain, although the two of them can be worthy of his uncle's honorific title in terms of generation, but it is not good to say much, only to set his eyes on the old monk sitting on the futon.

Whether this is inappropriate or not depends on the judgment of the master of empty words.

Sensing the eyes of the two monks, Lichen sighed slightly, and then made a Buddhist disciple salute to the old Zen master, and then said: "Disciple Chen, according to the words of the abbot, I respectfully invite Master Kongliao Buddha bones to return to the mountain, but on the way, I happened to meet this young benefactor who fell into the devil's way. ”

"Although this young man is still young, his cultivation is quite good, if he really wakes up, even if the disciple wants to restrain him, I am afraid it will take a little effort. ”

Liwu stood behind his senior brother and was slightly surprised when he heard his brother's words. When Han Ning appeared from the void, he was already in a state of sleep, he had never made a move, nor had he revealed his own breath, Li Wu had always thought that this young man was just an ordinary martial artist even if he was not a mortal, but he never thought that his senior brother would have such a high evaluation of him.

Could it be that this young man is also a martial artist in the realm of a grandmaster?

However, Lichen's words did not stop like this, but continued: "This little donor's cultivation is not bad, but what really makes the disciple change color is the monster attached to this little donor. ”

There was just the right amount of horror on his face, and there was a faint sense of fear: "The monster attached to this little benefactor's body is very profound, and the demonic aura is pure, and when it explodes in its body, it soaks everything in the surrounding world into the quagmire, which is quite overwhelming. ”

"The disciple blessed with the 'Ming King's Great Compassion Mantra' and attacked his sea of knowledge, originally wanting to separate this little benefactor from this demonic breath, but its infection was deep, and the little monk could not do anything. ”

"In order to stop the demonic aura and continue to erode the surrounding heaven and earth, the little monk had no choice but to use the power of the Buddha bones of Master Kongliao to exert the magic power of subduing demons, summoning the law of the Ming King, imprisoning Fang Yuan with the tower of the Floating Slaughter, and sealing all the demonic aura in his body......"

Lichen raised his head slightly, took a half step back, revealing the complete appearance of the young man, raised his hand to the ring around his neck and pointed slightly, a golden light slowly rippled, faintly there seemed to be the sound of the Buddha's chanting, reflecting a shadow of Brahma, quite a god and Buddha reincarnation.

However, when the Buddha shadow manifested in that ring, I don't know if it touched something, and in Han Ning's body, a strange aura suddenly emerged. Suddenly, the strange black qi seemed to want to meander up like a swimming dragon and attack Hanning's Zhihai Lingtai.

Han Ning was already asleep, and he couldn't use his cultivation, even if he could, with his Dao deeds, how could he resist this domineering Han Yuan Demon Qi.

But fortunately, before the dragon-like black qi poured up on the spiritual platform, it touched a deep shackle on the young man's neck, and in that ring, the immeasurable Buddha light manifested, and the scriptures recited by the Buddha seemed to form a Garan statue, suppressing the strange black breath.

Although the black dragon was still unwilling, under the brewing of the Buddha's light, it tossed a few times, and finally gradually fell silent.

Seeing the fierce domineering momentum of the black dragon, Mo said that Juezhen and Juexing, even Venerable Jueyuan, who had cultivated the golden body of an Arhat, couldn't help but frown, obviously quite jealous of this domineering demonic aura.

Seeing that this magic ring suppressed the black dragon again, he seemed to be slightly relieved, so he bowed to the old monk above the Buddha hall, and said: "The disciple's cultivation is limited, even if he devotes himself to Taoism, he can't suppress it, and he is forced to invite the holy monk Buddha bones, although it is intended to save people, but after all, it is disrespectful to Master Kongliao, and the disciple is willing to receive the punishment ......."

However, before his words fell, Liao Wu, who was standing behind him, subconsciously raised his head and hurriedly said: "Senior brother can't be blamed for this matter, the disciple is stupid, and when the senior brother subdues the demon, he has nothing to do at all, and he is willing to be punished." ”

This stupid-looking monk unexpectedly spoke of righteousness at a critical moment, which surprised Chen, but he didn't speak, as if he was really waiting for the punishment of his uncle.