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The towers are dotted with stars, like a giant observatory, and the stone towers are constantly shaking.

"Roar~~~"

At this time, there was a roar of pain in the stone tower, which was obviously made by the old Zen monk, which made Jiang Yangsheng shudder, this old Zen monk was obviously dead, but he was still able to make a sound that was extremely weird.

The old Zen monk roared violently.

The stone tower trembled and stopped, the stone chips fell from the spire, and the golden inscriptions engraved on the tower body with golden light and clear light dimmed down, Sanskrit dimmed, and finally fell silent, and Tallinn and the surroundings also returned to a darkness, except for the sound of chanting in the Sumeru Temple in the distance, and the echo of the twilight mountain in the distance.

The three old monks sitting in front of the stone pagoda were indifferent, their eyes were closed, their faces were solemn, and they could not see any expression in the dark night, but the chanting in their mouths never stopped.

The stone pagoda only trembled for a moment, and then fell silent, and there was no roar of the old Zen monk from inside.

After a long time, the bright moon climbs from the top of the twilight mountain to the top of the head, the moon shines down, the stars are dotted like the Hanhai Sea, and the tower of Sumeru Temple is even more deep, the three old monks sit in front of the seventeenth-step Futu Tower, wearing a red robe, word by word, like a proverb singing, each sentence will implicate a trace of golden chain locked on the Futu Tower.

The old monk in the tower was very peaceful at this time, and did not roar again, while Jiang Yangsheng saw that the skin of the old Zen monk sitting in the center of the tower was constantly covered by a trace of black lines, which were entrenched in every part of his body, and even penetrated through the skin and flesh to the depths of the bones.

With the continuous spread of black lines, the old Zen monk's body gradually withered and shrank, and a vigorous vitality emerged from his body.

"Amitabha, my teacher has given birth to a demon fetus. ”

"My Buddha is compassionate. ”

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The monks showed compassion on their faces, knowing that the big thing was not good, because the stone pagoda gave birth to a Buddhist demon shell, this big disaster, if it is allowed to develop and grow, it will eventually be a disaster to the world.

"Hurry up and call for the alarm. ”

The old monk at the head sighed lightly and said.

The old monk of the guard answered, stepped out, and the ground suddenly sunken out of a huge pit, then as the dust settled, the old monk also disappeared from sight, and after a while, on the twilight mountain in the distance, the bell sounded loudly.

As the bell continues to approach, the old monk who holds a bronze bell of three or four people with one hand quietly comes back, the bronze bell is full of antiquity, rusty, and there are many obscure and indistinguishable complex lines engraved on it, if you look carefully, you will find that it is engraved with fine Sanskrit scriptures, the old monk of the guard holds the bronze bell weighing thousands of pounds with one arm, the body is vigorous, a few flashes, it is fast to the front of Tallinn.

"Ring the bell! Wake up the Bodhi Ancient Tree. ”

One of the old monks suddenly looked back and shouted.

The old guard monk looked solemn, grabbed the edge of the bronze bell with one hand, and clenched his fist with the other, like a giant rafter, and slammed it on the bronze bell.

The bell suddenly remembered, and the voice was as low as thunder, deafening, and it spread all over the wilderness in an instant.

Jiang Yangsheng saw that the dry saplings above the head of the old monk in the tower suddenly evolved into pieces of green leaves, and the green leaves were filled in the entire tower body, and the black gas turned into nothingness and dissipated, and the ancient Bodhi tree planted on the top of the old Zen monk's head suddenly appeared strong vitality at this moment, and escaped outward.

'Bell' is a homonym for 'sentient beings', and each bell rings represents a prayer and chanting of sentient beings.

When the bell rang, even the other floating towers around it involuntarily glowed faintly, reflecting with it.

After a while, the whole Tallinn was like daylight, and dozens of floating towers were dotted among them like stars, and with the ringing of the bell, the golden chains quickly wrapped around the entire mutant floating tower.

At this moment, the Futu Pagoda that is slowly entangled with golden Sanskrit is like the moonlight in the starry sky, guarded by the stars, these golden Sanskrit words are attached to the tower, exuding a strange power, like water lines, constantly changing, and flooding with layers of golden ripples.

Many monks saw that the stone pagoda was sealed, and they breathed a sigh of relief at the moment, and the three great monks who were the first to recite the Sanskrit scriptures were like gold paper, and they staggered to their feet, and the great monks led by Jiang Yangsheng nodded after seeing Jiang Yangsheng, and said: "This donor wants to come and know the catastrophe that the temple is facing, and the donor should leave as soon as possible." ”

The old monk coughed violently, his face became even paler, and he turned to look at the Futu Pagoda, his eyes full of sadness.

Jiang Yangsheng can hear some clues from the dialogue between the old monks, this extremely advanced old monk is the descendant of the old Zen monk in the Futu Tower, the old Zen monk is bound by obsession and has to 'cut off three corpses' preaching, but unfortunately encountered a big twist and turn halfway, so he was mad in the Futu Tower for a hundred years, what he didn't expect is that the old Zen monk's obsession is too deep, even if he is crazy for a hundred years, it still doesn't help, and the evil thoughts born are transformed into a demon fetus, which is about to break out of the shell.

Jiang Yangsheng just shook his head, it wasn't that he didn't want to leave, he was just curious to get a glimpse of this troubled demon fetus.

Seeing Jiang Yangsheng shaking his head, the old monk sighed at the moment, and stopped talking, but his expression changed suddenly, because the stone tower had changed, and the momentum was more intense than before.

Jiang Yangsheng's eyes narrowed into a dangerous arc, and his intuition told him that the Sanskrit text outside the Futu Pagoda this time could not prevent the Demon Shell from being born.

"Roar~~~"

Then there was a creepy roar from the stone tower, this roar was like a terrible beast roaring, making people creepy, like a ghost roaring in the middle of the night, and the pure Buddha door was more like the 'Xudu' ghost door opened at midnight.

The three old monks looked at each other silently, and sat down in unison, not caring about the injuries in their bodies, and now they were reciting Sanskrit in their mouths, but now the stone pagoda was loose, and it was useless to let the golden Sanskrit fly away.

'Boom-'

The stone tower shakes and trembles, cracks appear along the base of the tower, climb to the whole tower like a snake, and finally swim to the spire, the floating tower made of white marble is full of cracks at this time, with the continuous expansion of the cracks, the inscription engraved on the original stone tower is also falling apart, a piece of white marble fragments gradually fall down from the top of the tower, and then more and more stones fall down from above.

In the distance, the old guard monk who had been standing bent down was unhappy and carefree, and burst a falling stone the size of a human head with a punch, staring at the stone tower with a solemn expression.

"Amitabha. ”

As the crack in the stone tower grew, the emerald green light scattered from it, which was the light emitted by the awakened Bodhi tree, the light was soft and not dazzling, like a warm jade.

"Boom—"

The body of the tower finally cracked open, and with the flying of emerald green light, a cloud of black gas also escaped, and the black gas never dissipated when it met the wind, but entrenched around the stone tower.

The body of the tower cracked, revealing the old Zen monk sitting cross-legged on the base of the tower, the old Zen monk's face was as black as ink at this time, covered by complex lines climbing, and it was difficult to see the expression clearly.

"My Buddha is compassionate. ”

When the stone pagoda shattered, the three great monks sitting in front of the pagoda burst out with a mouthful of blood, and their bodies trembled, and they couldn't stop flying backwards and flying far away.

The old Zen monk sat on the base of the tower, surrounded by black gas, like a demon lord, as if he had lost the previous immortal Buddha qi.

The three old monks stumbled up, folded their hands, and said respectfully to the old Zen monk who made the plate: "Master, please cut yourself!"

This voice, with the lion's roar of Buddhism, was accompanied by the proverbs of Buddhism, like a hurricane, striking the old Zen monk sitting in the distance.

The old Zen monk was unmoved, the corners of his shriveled mouth pulled out a trace of a strange smile, the smile was very stiff, after a long time, the black gas gradually flowed back into the body from the seven orifices, revealing his true face, at this time, the old Zen monk, full of green silk, shawl emanation, flying with the wind, his face appeared a kind of black purple, which looked very demonic.

"Master, for the sake of the great cause of the common people, please behead yourself!"

"Master, please kill yourself!"

The three old monks said in a heavy tone word by word, and the proverbs of Buddhism roared out of the sentences, and substantial ripples radiated in all directions, and the trees in the distance made a loud noise, startling a flock of resident birds.

The corners of the old Zen monk's shriveled mouth pulled out a touch of sarcasm, he didn't speak, just squeezed out a few giggles from his throat, and still sat cross-legged, but the originally shriveled skin then swelled up, regained fullness, and slowly became no different from ordinary people.

When his skin swelled to the limit, it was like a balloon, and there was a clicking and tearing sound from inside.

His skin couldn't bear the squeeze and began to crack and tear, crackling, revealing the true face inside the skin.

Jiang Yangsheng saw this extremely strange scene with his own eyes, and his mouth grew up at the moment, and his heart was shocked, as incredible as seeing ghosts, gods and demons.

Because he saw a handsome middle-aged man come out of the skin bag shed by the old Zen monk, this man with long hair and shawl, stretched out a hand, and pulled up the Buddhist sacred tree that had recovered its crystal shine from the top of the old Zen monk's head - the Bodhi tree, he held the Bodhi treasure tree, the treasure tree was crystal clear, exuding a warm and moist light.

The man walked out of the old Zen monk's old peeling skin bag naked, with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, like a Confucian scholar, but the black and purple skin was still obvious, like an evil one.

"Master, have you succeeded in beheading three corpses?"

Seeing this, several old monks looked happy, and then their brows furrowed.

One of them shouted, "You are not a master, where is the demon?"

"A deadwood monk a hundred years ago. ”

"Falsehood!"

The old monk shouted, "My teacher is wise, how can you be involved in crooked and evil ways?"

"If you want to know the cause of the past life, the recipient of this life is, and if you want to know the effect of the next life, the author of this life is. ”

The middle-aged man chuckled, his voice was warm and pure, and he said a word at will, that is, the mouth bloomed with the golden lotus, and the words followed, an invisible qi blade flew out from in front of him, and the surrounding flowers and trees suddenly trembled, and they fell one after another, and the old monk was like being struck by lightning, and his body flew out upside down, knocking down a stone tower before he stopped, and when he got up, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his breath instantly withered.

The middle-aged man was careless, not taking the many masters of Buddhism in his eyes at all, but turned to look at Jiang Yangsheng, who was sitting in the distance, and walked forward.

"I did not want to receive favors, but since you have received the cause from me, I will give you a fruit. ”

Jiang Yangsheng was in a fog, and he didn't know what the middle-aged man said, he wanted to speak and stopped, but he heard the middle-aged man speak: "It's here, you go with me." Among them, how much chance can be picked depends on your ability, so that you and I have cause and effect, and there is no longer any involvement. ”

He speaks slowly and coherently.

"Before, I foresaw a corner of the future, and he will see each other one day, you and I are not friends or foes. ”

After that, the middle-aged man turned around and looked at the twilight mountain and Sumeru Temple in the distance, in the distance, the twilight was heavy, and the moonlight was shrouded by the mist rising from the Jishui River, and he couldn't see it clearly, but the moonlight was very bright, sprinkled on the twilight mountain in the distance, like a fairy dojo, the middle-aged man looked stunned, and his eyes were vicissitudes.

The moon is dizzy, and the wind and rain are rising again!

He turned around leisurely, looked at several Buddhist monks who were sitting on the ground, looking depressed, and said leisurely: "Life in the world is like being in a thorny forest, if the heart does not move, people will not move, and if they do not move, they will not hurt; if the heart moves, people will move recklessly, and they will hurt their bodies and bones, so they will experience all kinds of pain in the world." The Deadwood Monk himself sat down fifty years ago, and it was just my obsession to seal the demon for a hundred years. We have never had the relationship of master and apprentice, and I have never had anything to do with your Sumeru Temple, so the grievances between us are understood. ”

He turned and walked slowly to a stone tablet, and reached out to erase the words on the stone tablet, making the front stone tablet smooth as a mirror.

Sticking out a finger and writing leisurely, the stone chips are flying, and the handwriting is full of energy: I am like this, why do I need to go to the Buddha?

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