No one stopped the movement of the little monk in white, for Lin Yi and the others, this little monk in white was too weak, he had just fled from the brink of death at this time, and Lin Yi could not feel any hostility from his body.

The first thing he, Bai Yuelu, and Xia Ba Ying had to face at this time was the killing intent from outside this house.

Before the circle completely disappeared, I don't know if the conversation between this Tuoba Clan Buddha and him would be heard by people outside, but at this time, as the circle that shrouded the seat completely disappeared, the fluctuations of the vitality on those drapes disappeared, and the tantric powers outside the circle obviously sensed the demise of the Buddha's breath.

Waves of strong killing intent swept in from all directions like a tidal wave.

Farther away, on the city wall, there were shouts and shouts, and the sound of countless ordnance shaking sounded.

The strong killing intent and surging vitality fluctuations made those drapes even more volatile, and even made these drapes begin to shatter, as if they had finally decayed after a thousand years of wind and frost.

At this moment, the little monk in white grabbed the yellow orb and straightened up.

Because of the blood loss just now, the body of the little monk in white appeared even weaker, and even gave people a feeling that he would fall down and die at any time, but what was completely different from before was that the moment he straightened up and raised his head, he could no longer see any weak and cowardly look on his face, and there was no trace of horror in his eyes, only endless majesty.

If it weren't for witnessing all these changes with their own eyes, Lin Yi, Bai Yuelu, and Xia Baying would definitely not feel that they were all the same.

Through the disintegrating magic circle like decay and the drapes torn apart by the killing intent from outside, all the people outside saw the figure of the white-clothed monk, saw the body of the Buddha who fell beside him, and saw the majesty of the white-clothed monk at this time.

None of them could have imagined that after the light was gone, they would see such a picture, and everyone fell into a great shock.

The majesty was only for a moment.

The little monk in white suddenly smiled.

His smile was gentle and compassionate, like that of a recently deceased Buddha.

He raised his left hand.

In the past, the Buddha was holding the jewel in his left hand, but now he is holding the jewel in his right hand, and his left hand is sealed, and a thin true element flows out of his fingertips, and then revolves around his fingers, gradually turning into bright light, forming a white lotus flower.

This white lotus flower seems to be the light and shadow that will disappear at any time in the wind, and it only existed for a short moment in the hands of this white-clothed monk, but it was just such a fragment that appeared briefly and disappeared in everyone's eyes, but it instantly made countless Buddha voices resound in the surrounding heaven and earth.

Lin Yi's complexion did not change.

It's just that his brows frowned unconsciously, and his heart was also shaken.

As far as he could see, all the tantric practitioners, whether they were the ragged ascetics or the lamas who were dressed in incomparably luxurious robes, knelt down at the same time, and the center of their prostrations was this chariot, the little white-robed monk on this chariot.

All the tantric practitioners all expressed their submission to this little monk in white and were extremely religious.

A tantric master in a purple monk's robe almost crawled forward in front of the throne.

The white-robed monk took a few steps forward, lightly smacked the orb he was holding in his left hand on his forehead, and then softly recited an obscure scripture.

The tantric master had been feeling a little apprehensive and uneasy, but when a pure spiritual power came out of the jewel and fell on his forehead, the tantric master was thrilled when he heard this passage again.

His right hand poked out of his sleeve.

In his right hand, he held a purple-gold demon-slaying pestle.

The white-clothed monk held the purple-gold demon-slaying pestle in his left hand.

In the darkness of the surrounding world, a loud chanting sound suddenly sounded.

At this time, the chanting was loud and jubilant.

Even if he couldn't understand the meaning of any scriptures, even Lin Yi felt a sense of welcoming a new life.

"The Shaba clan and he helped me to be reincarnated, and I gained great magical powers. ”

The little monk in white sat down, but he nodded Lin Yi and the others with a strong spirit, and said, "It's a friend and not an enemy." ”

When all the tantric practitioners heard his words, they all just continued to chant, but the sound of chanting became dense and low, not daring to cover his voice, but there were more exclamations in the darkness in the distance.

Because at this time, the little monk in white not only spoke in a tone of voice, but even his voice was very similar to that of the dead Buddha, and his voice had a feeling of old age.

The white-clothed monk suddenly shouted the names of several people, and then said, "You stay, and the rest will retreat first." ”

The sound of dense footsteps sounded instantly, and all the tantric practitioners, including Tuoba Xiongxin, also retreated into the inner city, except for one dervishes and two richly dressed Dharma kings who arrived in front of the throne.

The white-clothed monk glanced at the three tantric cultivators indifferently and said, "You are the ones who really know my origin here, of course you know who I really are?"

The bodies of these three tantric practitioners were slightly shocked, and they looked at this little monk in white, looking at the reincarnated spirit child who had appeared like a miracle today, and was recognized by His Holiness, this Buddha, they didn't know how to answer.

The white-clothed monk took a slow breath and said, "You really don't know how to answer?"

The bodies of the three tantric practitioners shook again, and one of the Dharma Kings forcibly calmed his mind, raised his head slightly, and said, "You are the Buddha." ”

The white-clothed monk smiled faintly and said, "You should indeed understand that if our Tuoba Tantra wants to have the followers and majesty of the past, we must continue to keep such secrets and lies. No matter what happens in this throne, no matter how I or how he dies, no matter what choice I make next, you should understand that I am the Buddha, and I will let the reincarnation tantras of Wami Monastery and Natsor Lake survive well and become stronger. ”

Hearing the words of the little monk in white, the three tantric practitioners shook at the same time, and the three of them praised in unison and bowed to the ground again.

Lin Yi, Bai Yuelu, and Xia Baying glanced at each other, and they were all very moved.

Listening to the previous Buddha sect, this selected spirit boy was even better than him, but they didn't know whether it was a lie or the truth of the Buddha, but at this time, it seemed that this white-clothed monk had just escaped from the brink of death, and he quickly used such means to intimidate these Tantric cultivators, this kind of intelligence was even more powerful than they imagined.

"I should be different from him. ”

At this moment, the body of the little monk in white shook, and he really showed extreme weakness, but he still turned his head, looked at the corpse of the Buddha, and said softly to the three important people of the Tantric Sect seriously: "If the Reincarnation Tantra wants to continue to exist, it must keep such lies and secrets, but if you want to be stronger, if you want to be orthodox, if you want to be convincing to anyone who comes to you, the first thing is to have no lies." ”

The three tantric practitioners, whose bodies were as stiff as iron, raised their heads slightly, looking at the young Buddha, always feeling that such a change would bring endless disasters. Their hearts, which had just been firmed, began to waver again.

"If you want to be orthodox, the Tuoba clan can't help us. ”

The white-clothed monk's gaze fell on Lin Yi's body, "But sir, he can help us." ”