Luo Yuan was silent, there was still hatred in his heart, but it dissipated a lot. Instead, there is sympathy and helplessness, and there is a sense of jealousy.

"Impossible, disciple doesn't believe it. The disciple firmly believes that I am still me and nothing will change. What the Dharma refers to, where the mind desires, is the self and will not change in any way. The young monk who spoke before lost his mind and spoke. Then he stepped out resolutely, he wanted to test it himself, he wanted to prove that he was still him, and he never changed.

He looked at Luo Yuan and said with a respectful look: "Senior, the little monk has a request, I don't know if it's okay?"

Luo Yuan sighed lightly and nodded: "I know what you mean, but maybe there is a way to resolve it, why should you?"

The young monk shook his head and said, "The little monk's heart is nothing more than to devote himself to the Buddha. If you are dedicated to the Buddha, where is the difference? In the midst of reincarnation, you will accompany the Buddha to live forever, recite the true scriptures, and manifest your Buddha nature. If I am no longer me, my mind will no longer be to the Buddha, and there is no point in living. If you even do that great rebellious act and violate the precepts, then for the little monk, it is more painful than death. ”

"But if this is the case, I will turn around and leave, and I will not hurt a single plant or tree or life here. Luo Yuan nodded and sighed.

"Thank you seniors, in that case, the little monk is on the road. The young monk saluted Luo Yuan, then folded his hands and recited the true scriptures in his mouth and walked out slowly.

The dry bone abbot looked at his disciple, couldn't help but shake his head, sighed, and then chanted the Buddha's name in his mouth, and couldn't bear to look at it directly.

Above the sky, the Yuan Infant Monks stared intently at the young monk, all of whom wanted to witness the strange change with their own eyes.

The young monk stepped forward slowly, chanting sutras in his mouth, turning into a pattern of characters, suppressing his body. A large golden bell formed outside his body, which held him in it and accompanied him along with the Dharma.

Ten zhang, one hundred zhang, one thousand zhang. At the moment when he stepped out, a wisp of black mist suddenly appeared, rising from the earth, and then wrapped around the exterior of the Admiralty.

Luo Yuan's eyes narrowed, even he didn't see when the black mist appeared, it was too abrupt.

"What kind of monster is this, it is so strange, the old man has never heard of such a record. This wisp of black fog is just a wisp of black fog, the old man can't see through it, and he feels a threat, a sense of resistance from instinct. Vaguely, it seems to have a slight connection with the old man's Wanzhu puppet technique. It seems to be related to the word mourning, but what kind of connection it is, the old man doesn't know. The old man Wanzhu narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the wisp of black mist, and his heart was shocked.

Luo Yuan didn't speak, but stared at the wisp of black mist carefully. Then, his brows furrowed slightly, and he snapped his fingers and slashed down with a sword qi, falling towards the wisp of black mist, wanting to peel it off.

However, the black mist seemed to have a spirit, and it actually dispersed on its own when the sword qi was approaching, and then condensed again. And at this moment, the black mist seemed to have been rebounded, and it suddenly rushed up to the height of a thousand feet, penetrating the golden bell. Then it attached itself to the young monk's body, allowing the runes to be dense, and the Buddha's voice rumbled, as if it was unaffected, and drilled into the young monk's eyebrows.

The pupils of Luo Yuan's eyes shrank suddenly, This black mist was too mysterious, giving him a sense of powerlessness. It seems that there is no means between heaven and earth that can restrain him, it is just a small wisp, and his sword qi is helpless.

Dry bones chanted Buddhist scriptures, tears streaming down his eyes, and he knew that his disciple was no longer his disciple, but had been replaced.

"How can this be? This is impossible!" For a while, all the monks of the 480 Temple were shocked and boiling, they couldn't believe that such a strange change could take place on their bodies. And they, unaware of it, have been chanting the sutra over and over again, without feeling anything.

But in an instant, the golden bell outside the young monk's body dispersed and stepped out of it. He is no longer him, at this time he is covered in black mist, evil aura, like a ghost coming out of the nine shadows. His eyes were as black as ink, and the black light outside his body flowed, and he looked into the sky.

"You, what the hell is it?" Luo Yuan stared into his eyes and said coldly. And in the heart, he is secretly frightened, and there is a strange power in the other party's eyes, which can make people lose themselves. If you are not cultivating enough, you may sink in an instant and lose your mind.

"I, known as Slaughter, this is the first time I've stepped out of the Black Evil Temple. The seniors are really a big battle, and the juniors can't afford it. If there is nothing else to do, the younger generation will leave first. The slaughter was gone, grinning, showing teeth, but it was chilling.

"Pretending to be a ghost and suppressing it. Luo Yuan snorted coldly, and pressed downward in the air.

The slaughtering expression changed suddenly, and the body was like carrying a thousand feet of mountain, and he knelt on the ground when he climbed it, and it was difficult to get up. His bones crackled and broke from time to time, and wisps of black blood flowed down the corners of his mouth, which was really oozing.

"Is even the blood infected? It's just a moment, how strange it is, there is terror hidden beneath this land. What should I do, should I evacuate immediately?" said the Venerable Master in a deep voice. He has always been a person who is a friend of the dead and the poor, and when he sees this situation now, the first thing that comes to mind must be to protect himself.

"Wanzhu old ghost, you can use the Wanzhu puppet technique to try it and see if you can lead to other changes. With Xiaoya here, I will wait enough to get out of the whole body. Luo Yuan's eyes froze, and he didn't go to Liyuan to leave the Venerable Master.

"Little ghost, are you sure? This is tantamount to setting fire to the upper body, if it angers the existence under the earth, I'm afraid I won't be able to eat and walk around. The old man Wanzhu was afraid to speak.

Luo Yuan groaned slightly, and then spoke: "It's okay, I expect that the existence under this earth is dormant, if not, I'm afraid I will be wiped out when I set foot here." ”

"Well, that's true. If this horror can come out, presumably the Boundless Sea will already be in chaos, and a Zhao State will not be able to stop its footsteps at all. Zhou Heng spoke.

"Okay, let's give it a try. The old man Wanzhu gritted his teeth, and then repaired to operation, muttering in his mouth. His hands kept clapping the seals against the slaughter. The sky was full of runes, thousands of veins appeared, and there were even more avenue tremors. Immediately afterwards, a yin-yang diagram emerged in the sky, connecting heaven and earth, condensing the breath outside the sky. Then it turned into a strange mark, emitting a faint black light, and it was changing to ink, which could devour people's minds.

That mark was imprinted on the center of the slaughter's eyebrows, and in an instant, the black mist around the slaughter condensed, and it actually poured into the mark of the condensation of the old man Wanzhu. The two seem to have the same origin, both have the power to erase people's minds, and the end is weird.

"The Wanzhu puppet technique, I also saw it a little bit back then, it is to refine people into puppets, so naturally they want to erase their minds. But right now, this black fog is different, it can make people regenerate a spiritual intelligence. When I stepped back to the 480th Temple, the golden light shone brightly, and my true self emerged. But when he stepped out of the 480 temple, the black mist rose, and after the Buddha turned into a demon, and after losing the suppression, the demonic energy raged. The existence hidden under this earth is by no means something that we can shake and withdraw now. Luo Yuan spoke decisively.

And that slaughter, it seems that the demonic energy is absorbed by the imprint of the old man Wanzhu, but in fact, it is colliding and consuming each other. The slaughter was still a slaughter, and it was not transformed into the young monk who was full of Buddha nature, and above his body, it was not the golden light of the Dharma, but the murderous intent.

Luo Yuan did not kill him, but threw the slaughter back into the four hundred and eighty temples. The figure of the slaughter flew upside down, but it was just like in the temple, the black fog all over his body subsided, returned to the earth, and once again became the young monk full of Buddha nature. His eyes were distracted, and although he had no memory of what happened to Fang Cai, he could feel some subtle changes in himself.

And from the eyes of those senior brothers, he understood that he had indeed undergone such a strange change.

He set his eyes on Luo Yuan, and Luo Yuan shook his head and sighed lightly: "With my current cultivation, I can't help you." In the future, maybe you can make the weirdness fade away. At this moment, we are about to leave, and what is below is not something we can provoke now. ”

The old monk is grateful that the donor can have this heart. From now on, the 480 temples will be fiefdomed and will no longer go out. The monks only wish to be accompanied by the green lantern Buddha statue, chanting sutras all the time, and saving this place. The abbot of the dry bones opened his mouth in resignation.

"Leave quickly, go to the evil mansion, and kill all the enemies. I don't believe it, maybe the evil mansion also has such weirdness. There is only one rising sect that has been established for only 2,000 years, and there is no one left. Luo Yuan's eyes opened and closed, killing intent burst out, and with an order, the three battleships all turned around, wanting to go away.

However, just as they were about to leave, suddenly, a black mist rose from under the earth, and a black mist like cooking smoke rose into the sky. It seems to be able to render the blue sky, bury the sun and the moon, and bury the heavens and stars. This black mist has no life at all, and from a distance, it is not much different from the curling smoke of mortal homes, but the meaning contained in it is able to make all cultivators tremble.

Even if they are as strong as Luo Yuan and Xuanya, they can't help but change their complexions, and they don't dare to fight the front. A wisp of black mist can devour the Jindan monk, and this strength is like cooking smoke, even if the god transformation monk comes, it will change color.

"This, all fellow Daoists will act together, don't let this black fog approach, otherwise everything will be difficult to say. It is destined to have ominous and strange upper bodies, and it will be a great horror. The Venerable Master Yuan Li immediately spoke, he was the most life-sparing of all the monks.

Liu Geqiu was the most afraid of death among all the Yuan Infants, he nodded hurriedly, and then blasted away, wanting to shake away the black mist.

"Xiaoya, Jade Jane. Luo Yuan said with a solemn face. This matter was beyond his expectations, but if he thought about it carefully, it may be that the Wanzhu puppet technique performed by the old man Wanzhu has attracted the attention of the existence under the earth, so he wants to leave the cultivators behind.

When Xuanya heard this, she immediately stepped out, took out a jade slip from the storage bag, and crushed it violently. The gray air swirled, devouring all the breath within a radius of thousands of miles, fighting against the black mist.

In the four hundred and eighty temples, the golden light is shining in the sky, the golden lotus is everywhere, and a Buddha statue is condensed, and it is suppressed towards the black mist. With thousands of runes, with ancient words, with sacred, vicissitudes, and obscure meanings, he went away, wanting to break through the black fog and assist Luo Yuan and others. This is exactly the monks in the 480 temples chanting scriptures, gathering the power of wish and the spirit of incense and shooting.