In the pagoda, Lin Huang listened to the words from Ye Wuchan's mouth, obviously a little stunned, and after thinking about it carefully, he understood.

Chen Ruoxu is a figure more than 200 years ago, single-handedly attacking and killing Dashu, invincible for 500 years before and after, except for Xuanyuan to raise troops, he can be called the first person to attack and kill.

And the eight-armed Shura Ding has such a reputation in the Eastern Spirit Realm, which makes many people rush to it, because of Chen Ruoxu.

Legend has it that this person, holding the eight-armed Shura Ding, has such terrifying strength. Even though for two hundred years, no one has comprehended the mystery of the eight-armed Shura Ding, the Eastern Spirit Warriors still believe that there is a mysterious power in the Gu Ding.

Otherwise, how could Chen Ruoxu become the first person to attack and kill around five hundred years ago, except for Xuanyuan to raise troops.

Then, Ye Wuchan's voice sounded in the pagoda again, "Back then, Xuanyuan Wuxiang's original intention was to seal the Yin Yang Valley in the void, so that it would never appear. But in the end, he was killed by Cao Yangming, and even the eighth detention was completed by the poor monk!"

"But the poor monk is not Xuanyuan Wuxiang after all, even if the eighth detention is placed, it can't make the entire seal perfect, so that the Yin Yang Valley will appear once every few decades!"

Ye Wuchan shook his head, a bitter smile appeared on his white jade-like face, "In this Wuchan Temple, although the poor monks have built the temple for more than 200 years, they have not comprehended the Dharma with their hearts after all!"

"Tzu Nan worked hard to practice the Dharma, but he was the least qualified. Born in the Xuanyuan family, with a mission and blood on his back, how can he truly comprehend the Dharma!"

"And what about Master Tzusheng?"

Lin Huang asked.

"Tzu Sheng ......"

Ye Wuchan muttered, then shook his head and smiled, "Cisheng has the heart to become a Buddha, but he has no destiny to become a Buddha. It is difficult to extradite even oneself, and how can one extradite the people of the world. Although Buddhism uses compassion to benefit the people of the world, he is too pedantic and has lost the true meaning of Buddhism!"

"Among the four monks in the Wuzen Temple, only Ciye is the most talented!"

Ye Wuchan said with a smile, "He can sit in meditation for ten years, or he can become the king of immovable Ming with one thought." He is extremely talented and has the posture of becoming a Buddha!"

"However, after all, it is Guo Hui Yixiao!"

Ye Wuchan shook his head, there was a slight pity between his eyebrows, and his palms were folded as if he was overspending Chen Ruoxu.

"He's too smart, he's too egotistical. There is a grand wish to purify all sentient beings in his heart, but he also hides an indelible killing intent. Until the Yin Yang Valley is sealed and reborn!"

Lin Huang's eyebrows condensed slightly, and he sat down in front of Ye Wuchan.

"From the first time he entered the stupa, he saw through the eight-armed Shura Ding. He told the poor monk that there was a demon living in the Shura Ding......"

Ye Wuchan's calm voice shocked Delin Huang's heart. What kind of insight should Chen Ruoxu have to be to see through the mystery of the eight-armed Shura Ding at a glance.

"After the birth of the Yin Yang Valley, Ciye went down the mountain overnight, vowing to save the world and promote the Dharma of heaven and earth!"

In the pagoda, Ye Wuchan sighed, and then said: "But in less than half a month, Ciye climbed to Wuchan Temple covered in blood, with a frightened face!"

He told the poor monk with blood in his eyes that cultivating Buddha can't save the world, and he can't even save himself!"

Lin Huang's expression condensed slightly, and then Ye Wuchan's words said:

"Later, Senior Chen stole the eight-armed Shura Ding?"

Ye Wuchan's eyes closed slightly, tears crossed his white face, and he said with a smile: "He has been kneeling outside the pagoda for three days!"

Three days later, Ciye walked into the stupa. He smiled with flowers, but his eyes were full of sorrow. He smiled and told the poor monk: Master, when the disciple walks into the pagoda today, he has entered the demon path and wants to kill the master. I hope that one day, Master will be able to transcend his disciples!"

In the pagoda, Ye Wuchan coughed violently, and his compassionate eyes were full of wind and frost, "On that day, Ciye took the eight-armed Shura Ding and became Chen Ruoxu. Later, they told the poor monk that when Ciye came down the mountain, green silk grew on his head. When he walked to the Yin Yang Valley, Qingsi turned into bloody hair, and as soon as he entered the realm of the Martial King, he became a half-step Martial Emperor in a quarter of an hour. Bloody battle from the Yin Yang Valley for three months, kill the evil king!"

Listening to Ye Wuchan's words, Lin Huang couldn't help but be shaken, he didn't expect Chen Ruoxu more than two hundred years ago to have such an experience. Taking away the eight-armed Shura Ding is to cut off half of the eighth detention. At the cost of your life, you will become a demon and kill the Yin and Yang Valley!"

As for what happened later, Lin Huang knew a lot, and Chen Ruoxu finally died of exhaustion at Wuya Peak.

"The stupa is a sealing formation, and the eight-armed Shura Ding is the eye of the formation. Without the array of eyes, how can you trap the immortal ghosts and ghosts of Yin Yang Valley?"

Ye Wuchan raised his eyes and stared at Lin Huang with a smile: "So Master Lin, do you know now why the poor monk wants to lead the donor into the Wuchan Temple?"

In the pagoda, Lin Huang looked at Ye Wuchan, who was half a Buddha and half a demon, and did not dare to move in the slightest, and his heart shook again.

The latter said that under him, there were countless blood crows suppressed by him.

Thinking about it, after the eight-armed Shura Ding was taken away by Chen Ruoxu, Ye Wuchan turned himself into the eighth detention array, suppressing the Yin Yang Valley.

More than two hundred years of erosion by blood crows have turned the latter into a half-demon and half-Buddha existence. It's hard to imagine how the latter has persevered for more than two hundred years.

"Over the past two hundred years, the poor monk has also lost his mind a few times. Once the poor monk's eye is opened, the Buddha's eye will fall asleep. The poor monk will become a demon and kill the world!"

Ye Wuchan said with a smile, but he didn't seem to have too many regrets, "So, the poor monk carved millions of runes in this pagoda to suppress his demonic nature!"

"It's a pity......"

Ye Wuchan suddenly let out a long sigh, his expression was full of helplessness, "More than two hundred years have passed, and the poor monk is only a mortal after all, and it will not be long before it can be completely suppressed." Either sit in the stupa as a Buddha, or incarnate as a demon and rush out of the stupa!"

Lin Huang's expression was shocked, but then he shook his head regretfully, "The eight-armed Shura Ding, the junior didn't bring it with him." The juniors will immediately summon the message and ask the Xuanyuan Mansion to send the eight-armed Shura Ding!"

In the pagoda, Ye Wuchan's expression was slightly condensed......

Then he smiled freely, "I am dedicated to practicing Buddhism and Zen, but I am sinking into hell day after day." It is also a good choice to escape into reincarnation, and after all, you can't forget Xuanyuan Wuxiang and Ah Tears. It's just that I don't know if I can meet the two of them again in those six reincarnations to make up for the hatred of the poor monk who cut off his robe and cut off his righteousness!"

"Seniors, rest assured, the eight-armed Shura Ding will be able to reach the Wuzen Temple within seven days!"

Lin Huang solemnly said that whether it was Xuanyuan Wuxiang back then, or Chen Ruoxu later, and then Ye Wuchan in front of him, they were all for the Yin Yang Valley, and they did not hesitate to sacrifice their lives.

Even if the birth of Yin Yang Valley cannot be reversed now, Lin Huang will not kill Ye Wuchan for the sake of a Buddha god relic in the Shura Ding.

Such a person deserves the respect of a lifetime!

In the pagoda, Ye Wuchan shook his head and smiled compassionately, "The death of the poor monk can be regarded as getting rid of the nightmare of two hundred years. But once the poor monk dies, this eighth article of detention will be completely broken. When the time comes, thousands of blood crows will be born, and a small pagoda will not be able to trap and kill it!"

"It's useless!"

Ye Wuchan shook his head and smiled, indifferent but charitable, "The poor monk can hold on for three days at most, and after the poor monk dies, this pagoda can still last for a month." However, two months later, the blood crow was born, and this common man will face an unprecedented catastrophe!"

"Three days ......"

Lin Huang's face was stunned, and he felt cold in his heart.

This place is eighty thousand miles away from Xuanyuan City, even if there is a thirteen killing token transmission, from Xuanyuan Mansion to here, three days will not be too late anyway.

"Perhaps, this is the fate of the poor monks and the common people, and the donor doesn't have to regret it!"

Ye Wuchan clasped his hands together, and there was a compassionate smile in his eyebrows and eyes.

"Seniors shouldn't end up like this, the kid wants to dare to give it a try!"

In the pagoda, Lin Huang's dark eyes became resolute, and he stepped closer to Ye Wuchan, looking at the latter's half of the demon face, and after taking a deep breath, the terrifying power of Shura suddenly surged around his body......

(End of chapter)