All the peaceful and peaceful scenes fell in Chu Liuxiang's eyes, and he only felt indescribably weird and terrifying. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Chu Liuxiang clenched his fists, oozing a trace of cold sweat, a chill ran down his spine, and he looked at Wang Dong's back in shock, he was so shocked that he couldn't speak, and forgot to think.

This is a first-class method of ghosts and gods, which is beyond the reach of human beings.

He even forgot that the purpose of his rush to Nanshaolin this time was to testify against the mastermind behind a series of cases.

Zen Master Tianming's eyes were filled with surprise, and he leaned over and bowed: "The saint is merciful, please also rescue Senior Brother Tianhong and help him escape the Bitter Sea Demon Tribulation." ”

"I see, you lead the way." Wang Dong looked indifferently at the Tianming Zen Master who was kowtowing and nodded slightly.

It is rumored in the rivers and lakes that the bloody hand of the Heavenly Demon was brought back to the temple by Shaolin Tianhong and was in the Relic Pagoda.

How can a mere mortal body resist the infection of demonic thoughts, at this moment, Tianhong is afraid that the demonic qi has entered the body, and both the physical body and the spirit are on the verge of collapse.

In the past experience, although Wang Dong has repeatedly conquered Shaolin, he has always been right about things and not people, and he doesn't care about his deeds, Tianhong will have this catastrophe, and it is also because he brought the Heavenly Demon Blood Hand into this world, so Wang Dong doesn't mind rescuing him.

"Saint please!" Hearing this, Tianming Zen Master and other monks of the temple were overjoyed, and they were busy opening the door of the courtyard, ringing the bell, and the bell rang nine times, full of solemn and respectful greetings.

"What tricks are you using to make them obey you?" Bingbing's stomach was full of surprise.

There were only Bingbing, Chu Liuxiang, and Red Cherry and Green Willow who were not affected by Wang Dong's spiritual aura, which of course was also Wang Dong's intention to release water.

"Bewitched?" Wang Dong smiled and said calmly: "The flowers bloom to see me, I see the Buddha's way, and I am Bodhi!" I didn't deceive anyone, but their own hearts were shaken first, and when they saw me, they waited until they saw Bodhi, if they saw the Buddha, who was the Buddha? I'm Rulai! ”

He did not hide his voice, and said clearly, but the monks such as Tianming Zen Master did not hear it, and still worshiped respectfully, as if the pilgrimage was sacred.

The relics stupa stands like a forest, the incense is swirling, and the dense air becomes a futon, exuding a sacred and solemn atmosphere.

Outside a nine-storey relics pagoda, there are already several senior monks waiting, an old monk in a white monk's robe, five locks of beard swaying with the wind, hands folded, silently reciting scriptures, it is the Southern Shaolin presiding over the Tianfeng Master.

There is also a young monk in a moon-white monk's robe who is about 20 years old, I saw that his eyes are like a star, his lips are red and his teeth are white, his face is as beautiful as a girl, his expression is gentle and elegant, his demeanor is free and easy, and he looks like the clouds hanging down above the nine heavens, and he is spotless.

Chu Liuxiang's eyes were complicated, looking at this young monk with outstanding demeanor, and sighed secretly in his heart.

If he hadn't collected definite evidence, how could he have thought that behind the darkness of the conspiracies, all of them were manipulated by this wonderful monk Wuhua, who was not stained with a trace of red dust and tackyness?

Immediately, Chu Liuxiang frowned tightly, and stared deeply at Wuhua, the current Wuhua brought him a dangerous and evil feeling, as if a fierce beast lived in the other party's body, and wanted to break out of the body and devour flesh and blood.

Wuhua Gu is a civil and military all-rounder, and he is deeply hidden, but in the past, it would not make Chu Liuxiang feel in crisis.

"Amitabha!" Tianfeng on the noisy Buddha, he got the monk to return to the saint to come, originally only as an absurd joke, but now just feel the breath of Wang Dong, he is already convinced.

Wang Dong looked at Wuhua, his deep gaze penetrated all the secrets of the latter, and he also saw the wisps of demonic thoughts entangled in Wuhua's mind.

"I really didn't expect it wrong, the Heavenly Demon Blood Hand was stolen by you!" Wang Dong said.

In the past, the Dongying warrior Tianfeng Shishilang crossed the sea to challenge the master of the Central Plains, but he was seriously injured and died, leaving two orphans before he died, namely Wuhua and Nangong Ling!

One is lonely in Putian Shaolin, and the other is lonely in the beggars.

In fact, Tianfeng Shishilang has long had the will to die, but he pinned his ambitions on the two orphans, hoping that the two would be able to take over the two largest gangs in the Central Plains martial arts, Shaolin and the Beggar Gang, when they grow up, and then dominate the Central Plains and dominate the martial arts.

The development of things was as Tianfeng Shishilang expected, and later Nangong Ling became the leader of the beggar gang, and Wuhua also became a famous monk all over the world.

Although Wuhua looks otherworldly, does not linger on external objects, and does not restrict his position of power, in fact, the restraint and forbearance in the past two decades have already made his heart full of extremism and cruelty.

As soon as the thought arises, the heart is full of demons.

When Wuhua came into contact with the Heavenly Demon Blood Hand, the negative emotions in his heart, such as desire and ambition, greed, ruthlessness, and murder, were completely stimulated and infinitely magnified.

Others may not be able to see anything, but Wang Dong has already seen through Wuhua at a glance and is on the verge of the demon tribulation.

"Flowerless, you!"

"What did you do?"

Hearing that Wuhua had stolen the Heavenly Demon Blood Hand, the surrounding monks did not have the slightest suspicion, and glared at Wuhua angrily, and even more monks swept towards the relics stupa that suppressed the Heavenly Demon Blood Hand, and they came out after a while, with an ugly expression.

Under the gaze of Wang Dong's eyes, Wuhua only felt exposed to the sun, and all the shadows and evils in his heart disappeared without a trace, he seemed to see the lotus blooming, the holy and vast breath diffused the whole audience, and a Buddha's hands were opened, mellowing the world and turning the world into a demon subduing dojo.

"Yes! I sneaked into the stupa that day and night and stole the Heavenly Demon Blood Hand. Wuhua clasped her palms together, and her face was filled with remorse, as if she had realized it.

"Wuhua, where did you hide the Heavenly Demon Blood Hand?"

"Maybe now, it has reached the Western Regions, in the hands of my mother Shi Guanyin." Wuhua sighed, his eyes were calm, and his demeanor was serene, as if he had finally abandoned all the shackles of the world, and was able to transcend the red dust, and slowly sat down cross-legged: "The little monk has devoted himself to Buddhism for nearly 20 years, but he has been obsessed and has sunk into the demonic obstacles. ”

He spoke calmly, as if he had seen through life and death, and slowly closed his eyes.

Chu Liuxiang's expression changed slightly, he stepped forward quickly, leaned down to probe Wuhua's snort, then shook his head, and said in a deep voice: "Master Wuhua has passed away!" ”

All the monks announced the Buddha's horn, the scriptures sounded, and for a time the Sanskrit sound burst.

Chu Liuxiang turned around and looked at Wang Dong, although he also wanted to expose Wuhua's conspiracy and bring him to justice, but Wuhua's death was not the result he wanted.

What's more, Wuhua suddenly repented, and then sat on the spot, no matter how you look at it, it can't be separated from Wang Dong, but all the monks in Hesi Temple are taken for granted, and the deeper she thinks, the more creepy Chu Liuxiang feels.

Wang Dong didn't pay attention to Chu Liuxiang, his eyes turned to the relics pagoda, banging, the tower door opened by itself when no one was around, the tower was empty, only an old monk sat on the futon, but his face was sometimes distorted, sometimes hideous, and occasionally let out a few roars that were not human, which was extremely terrifying.

The old monk's hands and feet were bound by arm-thick chains, and as his body tensed, the noise was endless.

Zen Master Tianming looked at this old monk, his face showed compassion, and he sighed: "Senior Brother Tianhong suffered greatly from the demon calamity, and when he was still sober, he was afraid that he would harm the living beings after he lost control, so he abolished his martial arts, and ordered us to lock him with iron chains ....... ”

Wang Dong was noncommittal, and grabbed it from afar towards Tianhong, and the invisible force field immediately volailed, and with a bang, it seemed to envelop something, and a tumbling black gas was pulled out of Tianhong's body.

The black qi was churning in the air, turning into hideous and terrifying grimaces, and even conjuring up the roars of evil ghosts, Shura, and Yakshas, as if pulling this piece of Buddha land into the Shura Hell.

In the midst of Chu Liuxiang and the terrifying changes of the monks, Wang Dong calmly closed his palms, and with a "pop", the black gas shattered like glass, and then dissipated.