Ayia Navar.

The "image" that only exists in ancient Sanskrit cannot be searched for any information about "Ayia Nava" in the current Lingshan classics.

This is a "deity", according to the ancient Sanskrit mythology of ancient times, the realm of this deity is infinitely close to immortality.

Because "he" is a disciple of the Buddha.

The ancient practitioners of Lingshan, the old people who read through the ancient Sanskrit Taoist scriptures, have heard of this deity, and from their mouths, the supernatural powers of this Buddha's disciple have been transmitted...... The Buddhist disciples of Dongtu believe that all the "tricks" in this world come from Ayia Nava.

However, this is not the true God of Buddhism.

It is said that Ayia Navar was suppressed by karma and imprisoned in hell forever, and the crime he committed was "blasphemy" against the Buddha.

In the ancient Sanskrit language of Lingshan, "Ayia Nava" corresponds not only to the former Lingshan deity and the originator of "mechanical arts", but also to the important meaning of "blasphemy" and "rebellion".

At the moment when the ancient Sanskrit curse fell into the lake of the heart-

The soul of the Song Yi people seemed to have lost their balance, falling off a cliff and breaking through layers of dense fog.

All of a sudden, I fell back to those days a long time ago.

Back to a freeze-frame scene.

Time flows again.

As a kind of spectator, he dwelled in his young self, tilting his head slightly and looking into the distance.

It was pitch black in the distance, with no bright lights and no fire.

But vaguely you can see that there is a figure.

The figure who was wearing a robe with his back to him and holding a Zen staff chose to stay away......

He'd seen it.

Deep in the jungle.

Pei Lingsu's "Eight Yan Array" launched the most undetectable memories in the depths of his childhood, and the figure that he mistook for "Ritsuko" Daoxuan was actually an old man who had lived for a long time.

An old man who has lived for a long time.

The hoarse voice squeezed out of Jinglian's throat.

"Uncle Shi......"

He looked directly at Master Gu Xing in pain, the blood splashed in all directions, greedily absorbed by the black lotus, the old man whose chest exploded, collapsed limply on the wooden wheelchair, with a tired and satisfied smile on his face, just looking at Song Yiren's pale face.

That black lotus, uncontentedly absorbing blood, flesh and bones, and taking everything that could be devoured as nourishment.

The black lotus bloomed on the old man's shriveled chest.

The black lotus will also bloom in the Little Lei Yin Temple.

This ancient Sanskrit curse hit the heart lake, Song Yiren trembled all over, and maintained a posture of holding a knife in both hands, and the blade pierced the old man's heart, but he couldn't pull it out...... A wisp of pitch-black ink climbed up, entangled and rolled along the blade, the rhizome of this black lotus was spreading, there was no doubt that if the entire ancient knife was crawled full, then it would extend the handle of the knife and swallow the Song Yi people as well.

Gu Xing smiled softly and spoke.

Said a few words.

The Song Yi people did not hear clearly.

He stared at his uncle, wanting to draw his knife, but he couldn't.

The ancient Sanskrit words that burst out of the old man's mouth were like immobilization spells, and his feet couldn't even move off the ground.

Song Yiren stared at his uncle, whom he once respected the most.

The old man's breath was gradually weakening, and this black lotus was absorbing his blood and flesh, using him as a foundation and nourishment.

Gu Xing repeated his words, and Song Yiren heard what he was talking about.

"I'm dying......"

This uncle, who longs for eternal life and chases a sick obsession, actually said such a thing, and he understands it...... This black lotus wanted to swallow him, and the so-called "true Buddha" would never give him eternal life.

The old man looked at Song Yiren, and actually showed a relieved smile, opened his mouth with relief, and muttered, "Fortunately...... You too. ”

After the black lotus swallows itself, it will devour the pure lotus.

And so it goes.

It's not lonely, either.

Someone to accompany you.

Song Yiren scolded in a low voice in his heart, he grabbed the handle of the knife and said, "The real Buddha you said...... It's Ayia Navar?"

The old man smiled weakly and nodded.

The black lotus had already given birth to a second flower, blooming in the stamen, and the wisp of pitch-black ink had already invaded half of the blade.

Song Yiren scolded viciously: "It was you old bastard who cursed Lao Tzu in the first place?"

Gu Xing smiled and spoke, and said a few words hoarsely and vaguely.

Inaudible.

"Be louder, have your vocal cords fallen into the temple?" Song Yiren pulled out the ancient knife, he didn't expect that he was still in the mood to joke and scold people.

The old man smiled and admitted, "It's me." ”

Song Yi didn't smile, "Then you really deserve to die." ”

He grabbed the ancient knife and said coldly: "But I am still young, and my life is up to me." ”

Gu Xing looked at Song Yiren half calmly and half mockingly, wanting to see what else he could do and how to "go against his fate".

Song Yiren's fingers were trembling, and the wisp of pitch-black ink had already climbed to the hilt.

Can't pull out the knife.

I can't let go of the knife.

He took a deep breath, looked at Uncle Shi, and said seriously: "I have an immortal lock, she can save my life." ”

The wind is howling.

A round of crescent moon, rubbing the robes of the Song Yi people, overflowing with silver light, instantly slashed on the blade of the ancient knife, splashing out a clear firelight, and then a puff of fire burst out, dozens of flying swords rushed into the invasion of the black lotus and the ancient knife one after another, just like a peacock screen with the screen open, rubbed in front of the Song Yi people and the old man, and then bloomed!

The sharp sound of "stabbing", the ancient knife given by Song Que was hit by countless flying swords and made a gap.

Black Lotus's ink intent was directly dispersed by the rotating sword light.

A thin figure in red armor, desperately rushing over, although short, but extremely agile, jumped on the ground, stepped on a falling boulder of the main hall, two breaths swept to the high platform, holding a black umbrella in one hand, spinning out the blade of the sword, as if opening the world, the waist fell on one side, the boots on both feet stepped on the ground, and then twisted the waist and lifted the strength of the hips, the black umbrella hit the gap of the ancient knife and splashed the fire again, expanding the gap, twisting the waist and rotating the red armor woman, the face was gloomy, and the free hand fell on the waist of Song Yiren very naturally。

Draw the knife.

The third knife.

Unsheathed.

Chop down.

The treasure weapon that cut off Song Que's ancient knife is only Song Que's ancient knife.

There was a bang, and the firelight was like a curtain of water.

The black lotus spread out of the ink-colored killing thoughts, like a dam bursting embankment, a waterfall that fell to the ground, at the moment when the ancient knife was broken, rushed out, wanting to devour Song Yi and Cinnabar, but with a sound of "Peng", the black umbrella was opened, wrapping the two people inside, the talisman at the tip of the umbrella was burning, and the flame was boiling, coming from the "near the water building", the "wish fire" given by the Buddha Sect Dakeqing himself, burned this piece of vanity directly.

Song Yiren's breathing first became rapid, and after taking two large gulps heavily, he swallowed hard, and then propped up his numb legs, he took the black umbrella of cinnabar, threw out the broken umbrella that could no longer be used, and then stared at the burning flame wheelchair in front of him.

In the wooden wheelchair, several flying swords popped out, but they couldn't even sweep out of the "fire curtain".

Tricks.

In addition to the "Zen Buddhism" and "Vinaya Sect" in Lingshan, there is indeed a mountain gate that specializes in "organ art", if you want to trace the origin, the ancestor is the "Ayia Nava" who followed the Buddha in ancient times, but later "Ayia Nava" became a traitor, and the mechanism of this vein has been retained.

Gu Xing also hid the means.

But unfortunately, at this moment, he can't show it.

The old man was slumped in a wheelchair, a sharp and painful scream coming from his shriveled chest, and he couldn't stand up, because the black lotus had absorbed everything from him, and in fact he couldn't even move his fingers at the moment.

However, under the scorching flame of Nirvana, the black lotus, which the old man had placed high hopes on, also began to wither extremely quickly, and the lotus petals with a strong sense of extinction came into contact with the flames, sneered, and then shrank backwards, trying to retreat into the flesh and blood body to keep "himself", but Gu Xing's physique was not strong enough, and he had never even cultivated the Arhat Fruit Position, so how could he withstand the burning of such flames?

The old man quickly turned into a withered skeleton, the whole person was still screaming and roaring, a pair of deep-seated eyes were full of anger, and there was nowhere to vent, so he could only stare at Song Yiren.

And the woman next to him.

"To introduce, this is my 'immortal lock'. Song Yiren rubbed his wrist and said with a smile: "It's also my daughter-in-law." ”

After finishing speaking, he did not wait for the old man to answer.

He kicked the old man's wheelchair.

A terrible howl.

Song Yiren, who was standing on the high platform, was expressionless, staring at a ball of flames, falling to the high platform of the Daoist Mountain Dojo, hitting the ground, and instantly turning into nothingness of fire and flying ashes.

Cinnabar noticed Song Yiren's extremely soft voice and didn't know what to say.

She had been outside the ashram before, in charge of the safety of the puja, fighting against the wind disaster, and she didn't know what happened to Yiren and Uncle Gu Xing...... She thought silently, after so many years of love between her uncle and nephew, watching Gu Xing's death disappear today, she must have felt uncomfortable in Song Yiren's heart.

Cinnabar was ready to open her mouth to comfort.

Song Yiren first asked with concern: "Are you injured?" Let me see, are you seriously injured?"

Cinnabar was slightly stunned.

Her eyes were warm.

She plucked up her courage and stood on tiptoe, her hands outstretched.

Song Yiren subconsciously spread his arms.

The cinnabar girl hugged his waist, and her voice was very soft: "I'm fine, don't worry about ......"

The young man's eyes warmed.

He hugged Cinnabar, the two of them were silent for a long time, through the red armor, he still felt the woman's heartbeat, it was very violent at first, and finally got better, after separating, Cinnabar hesitated and said slowly: "You just faced Gu Xing's corpse...... What did you say?"

Song Yiren lowered his eyebrows and smiled.

After so many years, the "culprit" who planted the curse on himself was finally found.

Away from Lingshan, walk on the plateau, and live abroad for a long time.

It's all a "blessing" that drags him.

He looked at the reduced wheelchair and repeated it.

"Uncle Shi, you really deserve to die. ”