"Click, click......"

It was the screeching sound of the chains, and the shackles were attached to the thin limbs, and from a distance it seemed that the four chains stretched into the depths of the vast cavern, and the end of the chains could not be seen.

After the man saw the people in the field, his eyes were closed, and his breath was faint, which was no different from the mountain stone, and his thin body did not reveal half of his vitality.

The vast space is only left with iron chains swaying,

The firelight illuminates, and there are countless runes pasted on the iron chain, and on the yellow rune paper is the six-character proverb of Buddhism, "Hum Mani Horn Mi Yin", also known as the six-character Da Ming Dharani, at this moment, just a cursory look at no less than 10,000 rune papers, and there is breath flowing in the depths of the deep cave.

The thin monk was too small in the palm of the giant Buddha, not even as small as a knuckle of the giant Buddha, and the slight sound did not attract everyone's attention, because the breath around the monk had been confined to the extreme, and if he did not take the initiative to appear, he would probably not notice even if he passed by.

"Whoa......

The rune paper fluttered, swayed, swirled lightly,

At this moment, the yellow paper on the iron chain, like a fanatic believer in an unknown land, was facing the giant Buddha in the vast space and bowed his head bitterly.

I don't know why not a piece of rune paper has fallen off, and the baptism of more than 50 years has only made the gold dust of those rune paper dim, but it is still firmly attached to the rusty iron chain, and there is a faint Buddha light surging.

"The Unknowable!"

"Thousands of years!"

The young man in the python robe woke up from the shock after a long time, and the scene in front of him was too magnificent, too terrifying, too weird, and all kinds of it were inexplicably connected with the memories of his previous life.

In the memory of the previous life, there is also a giant Buddha sitting in the mountains on the side of the Lingyun Temple on the east bank of the South Min River in Leshan City, Sichuan Province, near the confluence of the three rivers of Dadu River, Tsing Yi River and Min River.

Construction started from the first year of the Tang Dynasty, and in the nineteenth year of Zhenyuan,

It took a full 90 years to complete,

Since then, the place where the three rivers converge is not surging in the undercurrent, and when the wind and waves are calm, some people have even seen the vision of the Buddha's light shining on the heavens and the earth behind the Buddha's head, and the county records that there have been few water disasters since then, and the ships have been capsized.

That giant Buddha lasted 90 years and cost countless manpower and material resources.

For Maitreya Buddha, more than 21 zhang high,

And the giant Buddha in this vast land,

For Shakyamuni Buddha, it is more than 33 zhang high,

Among them, the cost can be imagined and can even make many huge rich families, and the small countries in the Western Regions cannot go bankrupt, after all, it is the unknowable place of Lingyin Temple, and I am afraid it will take hundreds of years to build.

More than thirty-three feet of the giant Buddha,

And how magnificent?

Lingyun Giant Buddha suppresses evil, demons, and mountains and rivers to suppress luck,

As the Venerable Shakyamuni Buddha,

And what is the repression?

maybe

The original intention of Lingyin Temple is to be a place of death.

It is also the place of great epiphany,

But just because of one person, he changed his original intention,

It's not just a half-step!

"Most of the foundation of Lingyin Temple is buried here?"

The young man Lang Du stepped forward and said softly.

Take a closer look at the countless dry bones under the giant Buddha, there are Buddhist powerhouses wearing robes, there are the remaining dry bones of hidden masters who are wearing ordinary monk clothes like the old monks of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and there are even the half-rotten bodies of the Mahayana warrior monks with copper skin and iron bones on their upper bodies......

The weapons scattered on the ground are to prove the identity of the bones, the thick demon vajra, the strong and sharp wisdom, can cut off troubles, remove demons, so it represents the wisdom of the Buddha, emptiness, truth, wisdom, at this moment has been padded with a thick layer of dust is scattered next to a dry bone, I think I am also a great monk in the future.

The half-rotten body of the warrior monk is faintly visible in the crack of the bronze skin, the blood is condensed on the ground and covered by the gray layer, the dark bronze wind and fire stick is still held tightly in the hand, thinking that this person is the last Lingyin Temple powerhouse to enter the cave, the time of death is only half a year, and the body polished by the secret method can resist the erosion of time in a short time.

"Click......

"Click......

The young man had just taken two steps and stepped on a hard object on the soles of his feet.

There are big beads and small beads falling on the jade plate, and the sound is endless.

The young man raised the torch down, and a string of Buddhist beads was broken, and countless beads fell down the steps behind him, including Bodhi seeds, vajra seeds, lotus seeds, crystals, pearls, corals, amber, and agate, and this string of Buddhist beads was actually made of countless treasures.

Buddhism is rich and rivals the country,

Thousands of acres of fertile land,

Far from a lie,

In the Lingyin Temple above, I only feel that it is quite a Zen hidden ancient temple in the mountains, except for the 10,000 volumes of books, I can no longer see half of the background, and now I know that most of them are buried in this cave.

The light above your head is not enough, and you can't see the subtleties under your feet,

"Bang ......"

The young man threw out the torch in his hand directly,

Warp covers, flower curtains, flags, chimes, bells, conchs, wooden fish, cymbals, cymbals, golden drums, all kinds of Buddhist instruments are available, the jewels are dazzling, but now they are like leftovers, scattered on the ground at will.

"Hiss......"

"Count the giant Buddha!"

"Your Highness's treasures here are worth more than 10 million ......"

Bai Xiaosheng behind him gasped, just the treasures on the ground were exchanged for silver taels were enough to support a large-scale battle, and there was even a surplus, and the thousand-year-old foundation of Lingyin Temple was even better than that of the top family gates.

"I'm afraid there are no less than a thousand people who died here......"

Look away from the treasure,

Bai Xiaosheng's voice trembled slightly, compared to the kind of slaughter and iron blood of the battlefield, the weirdness and terror of this place are far better than the battlefield, and when he looked over, there were traces of gnawing on the white bones of many corpses, not like the traces of snakes, insects, rats and ants, and the tooth marks on them were more like those left by people.

"There are things in Buddha!"

"There is a great terror left in Western Buddhism!"

"Now I know why Lingyin Temple does not hesitate to close the mountain to suppress this person here!"

The young man did not have too many souvenirs on the corpse and treasures, but abruptly looked up at the monk held by the giant Buddha, the man's eyes were closed, there was no life, and the blood stains on the corners of his chapped and white mouth were not dry, as if he was reminiscing about the deliciousness of the internal organs.

The big red monk's robe is as tattered as wisps,

The withered body is shriveled like rotten wood,

Four iron chains passed through the limbs of the old monk, the hollow demon nails were intricate patterns and subtle scriptures, and the sharp front end stabbed the hands and feet mercilessly, no blood flowed out, and there was no trace of pain on the face, and there was no difference between the Buddhist monks who had already died under the giant Buddha.

But the next moment,

The man's eyes opened suddenly,

The man didn't die!

The sound of the chains was caused by the man,

Everyone followed the young man's gaze, only to find that those chains with no end in sight were not locked by the giant Buddha, but the incomparably small monk in the palm of the giant Buddha.

"Bang ......"

There were stone chips flying up on the soles of Yan Thirteen's boots, and they were stepped out of a deep pit,

"Sword Fifteen!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the long sword that was originally in front of him had already stabbed out at the moment when his eyes met, and the entire vast and boundless space was filled with a dead aura.

The pitch-black aura poured out from the sword body like substance, and in a moment, the whole person was already enveloped in it, and it continued to overflow, turning into countless black silk threads that blocked all the retreats of the monk.

When a man leaps into the air,

Countless dry bones on the ground, which had already decayed, collapsed directly under the erosion of this forest and dead qi, and the remaining white powder was those Dharma weapons that still had the remnants of Buddha nature after encountering the dead qi engraved by that natural life, which instantly dimmed, leaving only the value of those precious materials themselves.

Looking at Yan Shisan's eyes,

There was a monstrous fierce flame reviving in the monk's shriveled body, which was countless times more terrifying than the thousands of powerful ghosts on the mural, and it was really a person who came from the Yellow Spring Road of the Nine Shadows.

"Boom ......"

The smoke and dust in the sky rise,

The sunlight from the roof of the cave is obscured by smoke and dust,

Even the torches that are a hundred feet away are swept away by the wind,

The young man didn't blink,

Between the extinguishing of the fire, I clearly saw that Yan Shisan's sword pierced from the old monk's heart, and it really pierced the body, this is the fifteenth sword, the sword will never fail, the moment the death gas pierced the old monk's body, all the dead gas in the entire cave began to converge, and frantically poured into the old monk's body.

But the weird thing is that

The old monk still didn't feel any pain on his face, and his clear and clear eyes quietly looked at the long sword inserted into his chest, knowing that the death qi gushing out of this sword fifteen was the pure aura that could envelop the vitality in his body!

"Die!"

Yan Thirteen snorted,

The wrist flipped suddenly, the blade of the sword churned,

You can even hear the sound of flesh and bones breaking,

The flowing dead qi suddenly accelerated, and at this moment it had turned into a pure black vortex, but instead of pouring in, it was absorbed by the dragon's shriveled body like a dragon.

Dust falls,

The light on the roof of the cave is distorted,

This bizarre scene carved into the eyes of everyone is shocking, the rivers and lakes have no such evil exercises, except for the Western Regions, that strange place!

"Mr. Thirteen, come back!"

The young man's eyes stared at the fist-sized hollow, and there were countless flesh and blood rolling, muscles and flesh fused, condensed, and then healed at an unbelievable speed, and there was not a trace of blood flowing out of the whole process, as if there was no blood surging in the dry body, just a skin with no surface.

"Zheng Zheng ......"

The iron sword made an overwhelming sound, squeezed by the new sinewborn flesh, and had been twisted into a strange arc, as if the invincible long sword would shatter in the next moment.

"Bang ......"

Yan Shisan's mind was put into the old monk's clear eyes, and there was a faint inexplicable attraction, as if all the spirits of people were sucked into it, and even the soul could not escape.

The young man's clear voice sounded in Yan Shisan's ears,

Wake up suddenly,

With his feet on his shriveled body,

With that force to draw the sword and land when his steps staggered, almost falling to the ground, the young man hurriedly stepped forward to support Yan Shisan's body, looking at the long sword in Yan Shisan's hand that had cracks, and he was even more afraid of the old monk above the Buddha's palm.

"He's dead. ”

Yan Shisan shook his head and said in a deep voice,

Forcibly suppressed the feeling of dizziness.

"Dead?"

Everyone in the audience looked at the old monk who was intact and even had scabbed over the wound, and felt a little ridiculous when they heard Yan Shisan's words, but there was a voice in their heads telling them that it was the truth.

"There's no blood in his body!"

The young man muttered in a low voice.

"Maybe he's not human anymore. ”

"Buddha in the flesh!"

When the young man's voice fell, no one refutated, but subconsciously chose to believe it, the monk's eyes turned over, and his eyes were not as turbid as people of this age should be, but like a calm lake, clear as a mountain stream, and even brighter than a newborn baby.

His eyes skimmed over Yan Shisan, who fell to the ground, without the slightest pause,

Wandering over the crowd in the field,

finally fell on the young man in the python robe,

A little ripple rises in his eyes,

rippling round and round,

"Squeak squeak......"

The old man sitting cross-legged got up,

The palpitating sound of friction resounded in the vast space, the mottled rusty chains trembled lightly, and countless runes filled with six-character proverbs swayed.

All you know,

The swaying runes are not worshipping the Buddha,

This ravine chain is suppressing the monk in front of him,

These thousands of runes are suppressing the monk in front of him,

This monstrous giant Buddha is also suppressing this monk,

The old monk slowly raised his head,

The chains that pass through the limbs tinkle,

The body is twisted at a strange angle,

But I still stood up straight,

The soles of the bare feet are full of filth,

But standing firmly in the palm of the giant Buddha,

He smiled, his chapped and pale lips covered with dead skin, layers of which were numb, red blood stains in the cracks of the dead skin, and the flesh foam of the organs at the corners of his mouth.

Incomparably penetrating smile,

But for some reason, it's the same as the giant Buddha,

Even the curvature of the pull is the same, not a fraction of a difference,

"You!"

Maybe it's been too long since I spoke,

The old monk showed a look of remembrance, and finally came to his senses and said,

"Who is it?"

The old monk's voice was worse than the sound of rusty chains rubbing, as if he were constantly kicking his fingernails back and forth on the frosted paper, which was torture.

The young man did not answer,

Didn't say I'm me or anything nonsense,

His eyes were fixed on the place where the flesh and the iron chain met, and he was just wondering if the iron chain could restrain the humanoid demon in front of him, and if so, then how did the flesh and blood of the monks of the Lingyin Temple get here.

The old monk was not angry,

Instead, he followed the young man's gaze and fell on the chains of his limbs, smiled, and seemed to understand what the young man meant, and twisted his right hand into an extremely strange angle.

He grabbed the shackles in his left hand and shook them in the direction of the boy, as if the hospitable host was introducing his family's collection to guests from afar.

"Click......"

"Click......"

The crisp sound of bones snapping,

The old monk actually removed the joints of his entire wrist, flipped it all up, and then grasped the nailed demon nail above with his left hand, and pulled it suddenly, and the iron chain that bound his right hand fell in response, and the sound of the iron chain was endless.

"Can I escape if I break the chain?"

The young man said softly.

"If you don't die, you can drag on for a moment!"

"Desperate, can drag on for three moments!"

Yan Thirteen put the cracked long sword into the sheath and said solemnly.