Lang Shuailing covered his abdomen, looked at the compassionate look in front of him, and retreated again and again, the red light in his palm was filled, but he knocked him out.

"Quick, quick, fast. Protective Order. ”

At this time, the subordinates not far from him reacted and immediately guarded in front of Lang Shuailing. Several monks shouted in annoyance.

"Miaodao, what are you doing?"

"Are you crazy?"

Miao Dao slowly got up from the ground, and the fake smile that had accumulated on his face quickly disappeared.

He looked at the people in front of him coldly and didn't say a word.

Not far in front of him, there was also a burst of screams at the same time.

The six or seven Sanyang Society subordinates who had been on the medicine for injuries just now suddenly fell to the ground screaming, and their bodies twitched rapidly a few times before they were silent.

Five monks with big shoulders and round waists immediately strode over and stood with Miao Dao, looking at them with cold expressions.

Lang Shuailing was in the crowd and asked with an ugly expression, "Who are you?"

Miao Dao immediately called a Buddha name, but he said an unexpected news.

"The little monk is wonderful, and he is naturally a person in the meeting. ”

As he spoke, he smiled strangely, and between his hands, a round of red sun slowly rose from his palms.

Lang Shuailing looked at the red sun in his palm and immediately blurted out.

"Red Sun Wheel?"

"You are really from my red vein, how dare you?"

Before he finished speaking, he saw that the six monks in front of him had already pounced on him and fought with the subordinates guarding him.

The two subordinates next to him even said, "Shuai Ling, let's go first." This Tsz Yun Temple has a weirdness. ”

As he spoke, the two of them set up Lang Shuai's order to take him away from this place.

Lang Shuailing didn't resist, let the two of them support him, and was about to leave.

His mind was in turmoil, and all kinds of thoughts were constantly rolling in his mind.

"The monk in front of him has already proved his identity, he is indeed a member of the Sanyang Society, and even a person with his own red vein. Now that he is brazenly attacking himself, isn't there some huge change happening in the meeting? These people are also monks, aren't they secretly instructed by Lord Dingyuan?"

Therefore, when he left, he even forgot to remind the monk Dingyuan who was still in the back mountain, or rather, he subconsciously ignored it.

"What if it was really instructed by Monk Dingyuan? This second group of attackers was all monks from his Ciyun Temple. ”

Even if he guessed wrong, he Dingyuan monk was not a participant, but the monks of Ciyun Temple participated in this incident, and he Dingyuan monk could not escape the involvement, and he would inevitably be questioned in the future. ”

"As the so-called dead friends don't die in the poor way, I better leave first, the other party launched attacks one after another tonight, I want to come and have a big plan, if I stay, I am afraid that I will fall and Qin Shuai will end up with one of them, it is better to slip away first, anyway, there is a Dingyuan monk above. ”

Thinking like this, he even pondered whether to not heal his injuries first, so that he could have an excuse to prevaricate in the future.

Lang Shuai Ling thought like this, but the pace under his feet was not slow, and in a moment, he was about to run out of the range of Ciyun Temple.

Seeing that he was about to leave the temple, he was about to breathe a sigh of relief in his heart, when he suddenly felt that the two subordinates around him suddenly stopped their pace.

"What's wrong?" Lang Shuailing immediately asked.

The subordinates who were supporting him on both sides suddenly turned their heads, smiled strangely at him, and said without emotion, "Lang Shuai, it's already here." ”

"Arrived?"

Lang Shuailing looked at the temple gate that seemed to have become blurry and vain in front of him, and then looked at the subordinates supporting him on both sides, only to feel a cold air suddenly rising from under his feet, and suddenly froze in place.

"You...... Who the hell are you?"

The faces supporting him on both sides looked exactly the same, but Lang Shuai Ling dared to pack the ticket, and there was absolutely no twin brother under his hands.

So, who is this holding yourself in front of you?

"When?"

He was frightened, and was about to pull his hands off their shoulders.

Only then did he realize that he and the two people next to him had been connected together for some time, like conjoined babies, and involuntarily brought them to a world filled with gray mist.

Zhang Jiao looked at Lang Shuailing who came over, and the evil thing behind him immediately stretched out a smooth and slender arm, with five fingers wide open, and pressed it on his face.

An illusory soul is about to be pulled out by it.

Zhang Jiao sniffed lightly, and was about to inhale this soul into his nose, but saw that on Lang Shuailing's soul, a talisman suddenly appeared, and the crimson light intertwined into a round of red sun, and then illuminated the gray and white mist in front of him, turning into a red light and flying towards the north.

It's incredibly fast, but it's too late to react.

Zhang Jiao looked at the gray mist that was slowly making up in the air, and his expression was gloomy.

"These three yang meetings are really more and more surprising. ”

He muttered to himself, and his figure had appeared in the mountain behind Ciyun Temple.

Dilapidated Futu edges.

The father and son of the big boss of Heijian Village, who were tied to the ground, looked at the people of the Sanyang Society who were suddenly in turmoil, but their eyes were full of joy, and the two of them were constantly moving their positions in the fight, looking for a way to get out as much as possible.

"Dad, wait a minute, we'll ......"

When his son was about to talk about his plan, he saw a gray mist falling, permeating the entire field of vision, and there was still the figure of his father in front of him.

"Daddy?"

He immediately looked around and shouted.

Only, no answer was given.

The gray mist was filled, and Zhang Jiao walked in it.

With every step he took, a man would come out of the gray mist, quietly following him, neatly arranged according to the height of his head.

From a distance, it looks like a long column marching in the gray mist, constantly shuttling between the dilapidated floating slaughter.

On the side of the mountain behind, after a sudden rattling of iron chains, a crack immediately opened in the belly of the mountain.

A multi-armed Buddha statue appeared in the gap, and the Buddha light on its body flowed.

Behind Zhang Jiao, Miao Dao immediately walked out of the queue, he stood in front of the Buddha statue, learned the posture of the original Dingyuan monk, and knotted the fearless seal with both hands, and then turned into the Dharma seal, the meditation seal, the touch of the ground seal, and finally formed the vow seal.

The golden light of the Buddha statue flickered, but it did not dissipate to open the passage like the last seal of the Dingyuan monk. Instead, the dense eyes on the arm behind him opened.

It looked at the Miaodao in front of it, and let out a "buzzing sound".

Countless arms that seemed to be molded out of copper cast iron were revealed behind the Buddha statue, and they were slapped towards Miaodao.

Miaodao only felt that it was dark in front of him, and before he could react, his body was slapped to the ground.

Countless palms with countless afterimages and great power slapped towards the wonderful path on the ground.

The sound of clapping.

In an instant, there was no Miaodao on the ground.

Zhang Jiao looked at the ground that was three inches shorter than the smashed from afar, and his expression was a little more jealous.

The gray mist kept surging around him, but it could not penetrate the back mountain, and even as soon as he approached the back mountain, it suddenly turned into nothingness and dissipated completely.

In the middle of the mountain.

A lantern is inlaid on the stone wall hewn out by the mountainside, illuminating brightly.

Countless Buddhist statues of scriptures are carved everywhere you can see, and the sound of chanting reverberates in the cave, mixed with the sound of burning fire.

A strange piece like a kiln is in the middle of the mountain.

It is nearly a zhang in diameter and looks like a copper tripod, but it has no feet and no ears.

Above the round mouth, eight strange and exaggerated bronze sculptures are stretching towards the ding.

Take a closer look, the bronze sculptures in eight directions are clearly the "eight divisions" in Sanskrit.

It corresponds to the depictions of the Dharma, the Two Naga, the Three Nakshatas, the Four Gandharvas, the Five Asuras, the Six Garudas, the Seven Kinaras, and the Eight Maharajas.

The eight fierce gods stared at the Ding Nei viciously, and they were majestic.

Countless human bones-like strange charcoal burned under the ding, turning the room red, and the scorching heat wave continued to surge.

Monk Dingyuan was shirtless, naked and pouring buckets of ghee with a golden luster from the top of the heads of the twelve Daozi, and then carefully smeared it evenly with both hands, even those Daozi who had turned into rotten meat.

From head to toe, not a single cent, not a single penny.

The whole belly of the mountain was filled with the strange smell of oil, sandalwood, and decay.

He didn't care, and every time he smeared his hands, he let out a Buddha horn and kept chanting the scriptures in his mouth.

In this way, the twelve Daozi were smeared into a golden figure one by one, and then placed in the red ding.

The Daozi immediately struggled and twisted, but the "Eight Divisions" who were arranged at the mouth of the Ding appeared one after another, and the invisible pressure suppressed them in the Dingzhong.

Under the scorching heat of the flames, the golden oil smeared on the outside of the Daozi shimmered more and more.

In the sound of the scriptures, the gold oil was not only not evaporated by the high temperature, but instead solidified on the bodies of the Taoists, constantly seeping in.

The golden oil continued to torment the bodies of the Daozi like boiling oil, and with the sound of sizzling, their bodies became smaller and smaller, as if they had shrunk significantly, and soon became the size of young children.

Countless colorful incense wishes, invisible to the naked eye, began to produce strange changes in their bodies under the coercion of the golden oil.

Flesh and blood, gold oil, incense and mental power, these tangible and invisible substances were mixed in the bodies of the Daozi, and after being baked at the high temperature in the Dingzhong, they finally turned into pools of semi-solid gold liquid.

Monk Dingyuan looked at Dingzhong who was about to turn into gold liquid, still struggling and glaring at his Daoists, and sighed compassionately.

"My Buddha is compassionate. ”

"Ladies and gentlemen, go in peace. Know the sufferings of this life. All are the blessings of the next life. So why can't we let go? When the incense is completed, the poor monks will send all the true spirits into reincarnation, wash away this body of resentment and madness, and enjoy endless blessings in the next life. ”

So saying, he began to sing the scriptures again.

In the midst of the Sanskrit singing, Dingyuan suddenly opened his eyes.

The immeasurable Dharma Mida realm outside the mountain was touched.

He immediately looked outside, but saw that outside the Infinite Dharma Mida Realm, a slender figure was sticking to the Dharma Realm, peeking inside.