A string of silver hand beads pierced the sky, like a silver dragon, carrying boundless wind and rain, towards the scriptures.

Zhishan's eyes showed a touched look, this is Zhishui's hand beads, passed down from generation to generation from the ancestors of their lineage, there is a dragon's soul hidden in it, and there are three opportunities to urge the dragon's soul, so far, it has been used twice, this is the last time, each time is equal to a life.

Zhishui is equivalent to giving up a life to block the scriptures for a moment.

"Let's go. ”

The two brothers have been together for many years, and they have a deep relationship, and they don't want each other to have an accident.

It was true that Zhishui had nodded and promised to leave, and it was also true that he wanted to leave with Zhishan. He could see the strangeness of this scripture, but he really didn't want Zhishan to stay in such a dangerous place.

The silver dragon roared with the dragon, and pointed at the scriptures with teeth and claws.

There was no movement in the scriptures, and all thirteen suddenly got up from the ground and flew into the void, a thick death aura emanating from them, completely enveloping the silver dragon.

These monks hovered around the silver dragon, each pressing the silver dragon with his hand, and actually tore at the silver dragon, and their mouths spat out sharp fangs, as if they had suddenly changed from a human to another creature.

The monks all became huge, and the silver dragon was held down by thirteen monks, unable to move at all, and could only let out a weak roar, but the final fate seemed to be doomed, that is, it fell into the mouths and stomachs of the monks.

Zhishan and Zhishui were about to fly away at the same time, but as soon as they flew into the void, they found that their bodies were constantly regressing, and they were both entangled in a strange suction, which came from the scriptures.

Zhishui said in a sullen voice: "Senior brother, farewell." ”

He suddenly threw a punch at Jisan, and under the strong force of this punch, Jisan temporarily got rid of the suction. Jisan didn't have time to turn back and struggled to fly into the sky. But in the blink of an eye, Zhishui was absorbed onto the scriptures.

The scriptures gently wrap the wisdom water, like a sympathetic hand caressing him.

In an instant, Zhishui's eyes showed a miserable white death, and soon returned to normal, and he showed a smile of enlightenment.

"Go ahead, let your brother also be baptized by the Dharma, and let him feel the true state of bliss. ”

The scriptures emit a soft Buddha sound that is almost murmuring, as if there is no room for beaking.

Zhishui said sincerely: "Obey the law." ”

In just a few moments, he had become a faithful servant of the scriptures.

At the same time, Zhishui shook his body, and he walked step by step, and disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye. In just a short moment, he comprehended the divine power, you must know that in the Nalanda Temple, only the first Zhixin of the Bodhi Monastery has practiced this magic power.

Zhishan was flying at full speed, and he was extremely painful in his heart, because he had left Zhishui, but he had no choice, he couldn't let Zhishui's hard work go to waste.

In a few moments, he was halfway there. The sound of the wind sounded in his ears, and he found a man who was galloping side by side with him.

"Senior brother. Zhishui said softly.

Zhishan said excitedly: "Senior brother, you escaped. ”

But he soon realized that something was wrong, and then said, "Senior brother, when did you practice the Divine Foot Technique?" ”

"Senior brother, come with me. Zhishui didn't explain, just said plainly.

Zhishan's heart sank, and he realized that Zhishui was very wrong. And Zhishui blocked his way.

Zhishan's heart was horizontal, and he didn't stay, wanting to force his way through.

Zhishui leaned out a palm, as if pushing down Sumeru.

This is the Sumeru Palm, which is an extremely profound divine power in Nalanda Temple, which can condense the mana of the whole body in one palm in an instant.

Zhishan also learns with Zhishui on weekdays, knowing the power of this Sumeru palm, he subconsciously dodges according to the memory of the weekday practice, but Zhishui's palm power is extremely flexible, and he can change the direction freely, twisting and turning in the void.

Zhishan didn't expect it at all, and he was slapped his chest, and a mouthful of reverse blood spurted out.

But compared to the injury in his body, Zhishan is more heartbroken because Zhishui fell into a demonic barrier, and his temperament changed greatly in a short period of time. And the strange method of the scripture made him even more frightened.

What kind of evil means can make a high monk who has been practicing for many years change his temperament in such a short period of time.

He couldn't imagine what terrible consequences such a method would eventually lead to if such a method were used against Nalanda Monastery, and perhaps the entire temple monks would become slaves to the scriptures.

Zhishui didn't have Zhishan's heartache at all, he thought that he was doing the right thing, and only by taking Zhishan away and baptizing him with scriptures could he attain true bliss.

He can still think normally and believe in the Dharma, but he no longer believes in the Dharma of Nalanda Monastery.

As if tireless, Zhishui continued to shoot Sumeru's palm, and soon Zhishan was knocked unconscious and taken back by him. The thirteen monks had just finished devouring the silver dragon with the change of hand beads, and the corners of their mouths were full of muddy saliva, staining their chins.

The scriptures gently brushed Zhishan's body again, and after a while, Zhishan woke up and bowed to the scriptures.

......

"Even Zhishan and Zhishui didn't come back. The first Zhixin of the Bodhi Temple showed a solemn look, he knew that although Zhishan and Zhishui were not as good as him, they were also first-class cultivators, and they were placed outside, but they could be called the characters of the monk king, Rao was the talent of Nalanda Temple for generations, but Zhishan and Zhishui could also occupy a place in it.

Such two outstanding monks disappeared silently during a mission and have not returned.

"Or we'll send someone to investigate. "A monk with an iron mark on his face said that he was the first ascetic in the Vinaya.

Zhixin shook his head and said: "No, even Zhishan and Zhishui have accidents, who else can they send, should we go and check in person?"

Ascetic: "Then what should I do, or should I go and ask the Dharma Master?"

Zhixin said: "No, the Dharma Master is in retreat, we can't disturb him at this moment." ”

Ascetic: "This doesn't work, that doesn't work, what should I do, don't you care about Zhishan and Zhishui, and don't care about the disciples who disappeared before?"

Zhixin muttered, "I always feel that something is wrong, you let me think about it again." ”

Ascetic: "What else do you want? If you continue to think about it, I'm afraid that Zhishan and they won't be able to come back." ”

Zhixin sighed and said: "You think I feel good in my heart, but our Nalanda Temple can't afford more losses, and now is the time of great difficulty, we must be more cautious than before in every step." ”

While the two were discussing, a monk broke in outside and said, "The first seat, it's not good." ”

Zhixin frowned and said, "What's the matter?"

The monk said: "The ancient wells in our temple suddenly burst out of blood, and there are human bones in them. ”

......

Ji Xiao stood next to an ancient well that was constantly gushing with bloody water, and for the first time in many days, Mu Qing spoke out, and the first thing he said was: "It's coming." ”

"Who is it?"

"A volume of scriptures. “

"What scriptures?"

Mu Qing said quietly: "Do you know that the Taoist family once had a scripture, called the Netherworld Crossing Sutra. ”

Ji Xiao said: "I have indeed seen a few words about this scripture, but the Netherworld Sutra is held by a certain immortal in the legend, so it shouldn't be very evil." ”

Mu Qing said: "Yes, it is not the Netherworld Sutra, but a Buddhist scripture created by a Bodhisattva who saw the Netherworld Sutra, just like the Heavenly Demon Patriarch peeked at the Emperor Sutra and created the Heavenly Demon Sutra." ”