Seven days passed in a flash, and in the blink of an eye, it was the last day of this puja, and the sky was still covered with a thick layer of clouds, and from time to time strong winds blew, bringing ten thousand points of cold, like returning to the early winter.

The spring rain does not stop, the wisps of dripping on the pedestrians, wetting the placket, the water surface of the West Lake is flooded with thousands of starlight ripples, and the bluestone pavement seems to be soaked in a layer of water vapor.

Qiao Chen An'an sat at the Fahua Altar, surrounded by mostly scholars from several surrounding counties and counties, and there were about hundreds of people, all of whom were divided into this location.

The rain falling from the air fell on his hair, slightly moistened, and even more moist as ink, and for seven days in a row, he tried his best to refine the turbidity in his chest, and achieved remarkable results.

The turbid qi that was originally like a dragon in his consciousness had shrunk by half at this time, like a loach in the water, wrapped in gray-white mist, and could be completely refined by him at any time, which meant that he could take that crucial step at any time and break through to the Jindan realm!

By that time, his strength will be several times greater than it is now.

In the dantian, there is a black and white two-color air flow like a giant python in the spiritual power lake, shaking its head and tail, swimming wantonly, and cutting ripples, as if giving birth to spirituality.

Although Huang Fuxuan was a hundred unwilling, he was forcibly carried here, and at this time he was sleeping lazily in his arms, leaving only a fluffy snow-white ear exposed.

He looked up, and through the gap in the clouds, he faintly glimpsed a bright light hanging high in the sky, and before he knew it, it was noon. The monks of Jingci Monastery lit the incense of perfection and waited to send them to the Buddhas, Bodhisattvas and sages to announce the official end of the puja.

While!

A long and deep sound of the bell chime came from the Jingci Temple, echoing between the green mountains and clear waters, the abbot Yuanjue, who was located on the main seat of the puja, showed a hint of relief on his face, and some monks in the temple asked him to get up and leave his seat.

At this moment, a clear female voice broke the silence that had lasted for seven days in the square.

"Deng Jiukun, how long are you going to hide!"

The woman's voice was very abrupt in this quiet square, and everyone subconsciously heard the voice, only to see a woman with a high bun, red pupils and phoenix eyes, and a pair of wonderful eyes in a black and red bewitching long skirt staring coldly at the abbot Yuanjue on the main seat, but her originally beautiful face was full of chill at the moment.

The people around were all surprised, staring at the woman with shocked expressions, this water and land puja was a very solemn and solemn event, who dared to be so bold and disturb the puja.

The supervisor who was located on the side frowned when he heard this, and immediately shouted: "Who disturbs the order of the puja for no reason, and doesn't give me to retreat quickly, lest I ......"

Before he finished speaking, he saw the woman's casual glance, which seemed to contain a devouring beast, just one glance, it made him feel cold, a layer of cold sweat on the back of his head, there was a feeling of falling into the abyss, the second half of the sentence suddenly held in his throat, and he involuntarily took two steps back.

At the same time as the woman spoke, countless cold and gloomy eyes in the dark suddenly focused on the abbot Yuanjue in the scene.

Yuan Jue seemed to have expected the appearance of the woman, her expression was still unwavering, a pair of cloudy old eyes looked at her, and said lightly: "This female donor, if there is anything else, please talk about it after the festival." ”

Mu Qingying sneered when she heard this, a trace of coldness appeared on her lips, and she said, "Deng Jiukun, even now, do you still plan to pretend that you don't know me?"

Yuan Jue drooped his eyelids and said, "I'm afraid that the female donor has recognized the wrong person, and there is no such person as Deng Jiukun here." ”

Mu Qingying snorted and laughed: "I'm very curious about what kind of person can even give up his name without hesitation, and now I finally see it! I have been looking for you for a hundred years, but I didn't expect to run to this temple to be a god-killing thief, what a calculation! Do you think I can't help you?!"

Mu Qingying's cold voice echoed between the mountains and rivers, everyone who participated in the festival could hear it clearly, many people looked at each other, they didn't react for a while, they never thought that such a change would happen when the meeting was about to end, and one after another puzzled eyes looked back and forth on Mu Qingying and Abbot Yuanjue's bodies.

After Qiao Chenan listened to the woman's words, his brows furrowed slightly, although the woman only said a few words, but there were many things that could be inferred from it, and he couldn't help but have some ideas that seemed very absurd, but reasonable.

On the shore of the West Lake in the distance, a man with a full beard, a face like a copper plate, eyes like an eagle's hook, messy black hair, and an evil aura all over his body, saw this scene and immediately laughed, and said to himself: "Has it finally begun?"

On a pleasure boat on the lakeside, Liu Hongni looked in the direction of Mu Qingying, and after seeing Yun Yuyan sitting cross-legged on her side, her face suddenly showed a sense of solemnity, a pair of eyes stared at the latter coldly, Yun Yuyan seemed to have senses, turned around and showed a charming smile at her, some young men around saw this, and suddenly became lustful, and there was an evil look in their eyes, staring at Yun Yuyan's face, eager to immediately pounce on it and press it under her to ravage it wantonly.

"Do you want me to make your ugly deeds in the past public!Let everyone in the world know!" Mu Qingying snorted and sneered: "'Thousand-Handed Demon Venerable' Deng Jiukun, no one in the world knew your name a hundred years ago!"

As soon as these words came out, some of the slightly older monks in the Jingci Temple suddenly changed their complexions, and their eyes looked at the figure on the main throne in disbelief, the younger disciples may not know, but for them, the title of Thousand Hands Demon Venerable was known to everyone a hundred years ago!

This person is the leader of the Demon Gate, born out of thin air three hundred years ago, no one knows his real name, but he relied on his own strength to unify the various Demon Sects in one fell swoop, and can be called the leader of the Demon Gate.

Within the four seas, there are shadows of demon disciples everywhere, and the Great Xia Dynasty almost changed hands, and many Daomen masters spontaneously united together to strangle, but they were defeated by hundreds of people, leaving their lives behind.

A hundred years ago, this person disappeared from everyone's field of vision as if the world had evaporated, and there was no trace of him, and he could no longer be found.

In a hundred years, mortals have changed one or two generations, and the name of the Thousand-Handed Demon Venerable has almost been forgotten in the long river of time, who would have thought that it would be mentioned again today!

Besides, listening to the woman's meaning, the abbot Yuanjue would be the thousand-handed demon venerable who had disappeared for a hundred years, which was really unbelievable. Although they don't want to believe it in their hearts, they only remember that when Yuanjue entered the temple, he was a young man, and when he saw him admiring Buddhism, he was under the door, who would have thought that he would have such a background?

At that moment, an old monk looked at Yuanjue and said nervously: "Senior Brother Yuanjue, what this female benefactor said is true?"

The rest of the monks frowned, but a red-faced old monk on the edge shouted: "Senior Brother Yuanzhen, what are you talking about! How can you doubt Senior Brother Yuanjue!"

After that, he turned his head to look at Mu Qingying, and scolded: "Where did the demon girl come from, she dared to bewitch the people, come here, fork it out for me!"

As soon as the words fell, two young warrior monks jumped in front of Mu Qingying with long sticks in their hands, first clasped their hands together and saluted, "Female benefactor, offended!"

raised the stick and forked it towards Mu Qingying's armpit.

Mu Qingying glanced at the two of them lightly with a pair of eyes, and snorted coldly, and the two warrior monks suddenly stood unsteadily, and fell to the ground with two puffs, unconscious.

Seeing this, all the monks changed their faces, although some of them have been practicing for many years, and their cultivation is not ordinary people, but it is extremely difficult to stun these two warrior monks so easily, not to mention that they didn't even find out how the other party made a move, and a layer of dark clouds suddenly hung in their hearts.

Mu Qingying sneered and looked at the abbot Yuanjue, and said, "What I said is true or false, don't you know if you ask your good abbot?

Seeing her sworn appearance, many old monks had already believed in their hearts, and when they heard the words, they immediately looked at Yuanjue, who was sitting in the middle, with a look of doubt in their eyes, and the red-faced old monk privately said: "No matter what, this matter can be left for later, even if what the demon girl said is true, at this time, the abbot brother can never admit it!"

If what the woman said was true, and today's events were spread, wouldn't Jingci Temple become a laughing stock for the whole world?

How could such a trick of transmitting sound into the secret be hidden from Mu Qingying, but she just sneered twice, and a pair of beautiful eyes stared at Yuan Jue coldly.

Under the attention of many senior brothers, Yuan Jue finally raised his eyes, glanced at Mu Qingying with complicated eyes, and a somewhat indescribable look appeared on his old face, and said: "After a hundred years, Qingying, you still can't let go of the hatred in your heart?"

As soon as these words came out, all the monks did not change their color, and this sentence was tantamount to admitting in disguise that he was the thousand-handed demon venerable!

Hundreds of years have passed, and his name has been exposed to the world for the first time, the Thousand-Handed Demon Venerable Deng Jiukun!

At this time, the people who came to listen to the Fa gradually recovered from the shock, and their faces changed one by one, who would have thought that the great virtuous monk who everyone admired would be the leader of the Demon Dao, and the two identities before and after were simply like clouds!

If this news spreads today, it will inevitably cause earth-shattering waves!

When Mu Qingying heard this, a cold look appeared on her face, and she scolded angrily: "If you don't end your life with your own hands, how can you eliminate the hatred in my heart!"

Her hair hanging down her temples was windless, an oppressive aura emerged from her body, her long skirt fluttered, and she asked, "Let me ask you one more question, is that sentence true!?"

Yuan Jue seemed to sigh lightly and said, "There is no such person as Deng Jiukun in the world, how can I answer the donor's question, and ask the donor to find someone else to answer!"

"After sitting on the old tree for 50 years, today I know that I am me! ”

Yuan Jue put his hands together, put them on his chest, recited a Buddha name, the sound was like a bell, his eyelids drooped, the breath on his body gradually disappeared, the bright dazzling eyes of the big red robe, and the crystal streamer with a faint little butterfly spot spread out from his body.

"Oh no! Abbot Yuanjue, he's dead!"

Suddenly, a monk shouted, a group of people were awakened, all the monks looked at the serene old figure, the bottom of their hearts were overflowing with a sense of sadness, for a while, the sound of crying and wailing sounded!

Thundered!

The dark clouds were torn apart, and one after another roared like dragon thunder across the sky, making rolling thunder sounds, and the rain suddenly increased, as if it was pouring down, and it seemed that it was also grieving for the passing of Yuanjue.

In the Daxiong Treasure Hall, a trace of sadness flashed in Fahai's eyes, and he said Amitabhi, and said softly: "Master and nephew are good!"

The way of heaven rotates, and cause and effect are destined in the dark, even if he took action today to stop Mu Qingying from telling this shocking secret in advance, but he could stop it for a while, but he couldn't stop it for a lifetime, and Yuan Jue's identity would be exposed sooner or later.

Although he has long expected it, but people are not plants and trees, who can be ruthless, even if he has been studying Buddhism for hundreds of years, after all, he is not hard-hearted.

I vaguely remember that year, that day, in front of Jingci Temple, a young man knelt in front of the temple gate, his eyes were full of confusion, and he kowtowed to himself and pleaded: "Disciple Deng Jiukun is tired of this red dust, I am willing to break the thread of troubles, enter the empty door, and hope that the master will be fulfilled!"

He naturally knew the identity of the young man in front of him, and originally wanted to suppress him, but he saw the confusion in his eyes, and saw that he sincerely repented, and the words "My Buddha's compassion" couldn't help but appear in his heart, and all his thoughts finally turned into a sigh: "Do you know how much sin you are carrying?"

The young man kowtowed again and again, until a large amount of blood oozed from his forehead, dyed red bluestone slabs, and peach blossom pieces fell, drifting to the unknown distance with the trajectory of the wind, he cried: "Even if all kinds of sins come to the body, the ten directions of karma are added to the body, and the disciple is willing to repay with this body!"

Since then, there will always be one less Thousand-Handed Demon Venerable in this world, but there is one more young monk named Yuanjue in Jingci Temple, who participates in Zen every day and realizes Buddha.

"Master and nephew, with me here, no one wants to touch your body!"

Fahai's eyes showed a resolute look, got up, held a staff and a bowl, and strode out of the hall.

......

There was chaos in the square, and a generation of eminent monks realized that their amazing identity before becoming a monk was exposed, and they passed away on this puja, who would have thought that a good puja would have such a shocking change?

Mu Qingying saw that the breath of life on Yuanjue's body disappeared, and her beautiful eyes first showed a trace of sadness, and then turned into boundless anger and sadness, gritted her teeth and said sharply: "Okay, you Deng Jiukun, would you rather die than let me get your wish!? Today I will go on a killing spree and slaughter this bald donkey in the temple, see how you dead ghost can stop it!"

She stepped forward and took a step, and a vast aura like the abyss of mountains and seas suddenly burst out from her not tall body, and her figure disappeared from the spot in an instant, and she came to the monks in the blink of an eye, her eyes were full of killing intent, and she slapped her head at Yuanjue's body, and shouted: "Even if you die, don't think about it!"