Chapter 458: The Demon Monk's Relic

Zhuge Buliang hesitated again and again, but still nodded.

The poor monk smiled, recited a Buddha name, and said: "In this case, Xiaoyou can go around Qianye City now, and then go to the palace in the center of the city to find the old monk." ”

After that, the poor monk's body suddenly became weak, and then disappeared in front of Zhuge Buliang.

"What! Afterimage?" Zhuge Buliang was taken aback and looked at the place where the poor monk had disappeared. He didn't notice how the other party left, it shouldn't be as simple as the afterimage created by high-speed movement.

"Could it be that he is transformed outside the body?" Zhuge Buliang thought of the trick of the old ancestor of the demon beast.

Qianye City is a 10,000-year-old ancient city, but it is still full of people, there are many cultivators who come and go, and there are many disciples of the Great Sect Immortal Sect interspersed with it. Zhuge Buliang was careful to be on guard, but fortunately he didn't see a wanted warrant for himself here.

Although this place is also in the Southern Regions, it is still far away from the Taiyi Immortal Sect.

After going around the city, the buildings here are quite stylish, and finally, Zhuge Buliang came to the center of the city. He looked up, and high in the sky, the demon-descending pestle emitted a golden glow, hovering over Qianye City.

In front of him is a golden palace, a large "swastika" gold seal suspended above the palace, not so much a palace here, but a magnificent temple with one key.

At this time, a handsome little Shani, with fair skin, folded hands, a string of crystal beads hanging on his wrist, and a pair of smart big eyes looked around.

"Uh. Amitabha. Zhuge Buliang walked up to Xiao Shani and recited a Buddha name.

"You. Are you the person the master is looking for?" Xiao Shani looked Zhuge Buliang up and down.

"There was a poor master who asked me to come here to find him. Zhuge Buliang said.

"Oh, that's right, the master wants me to pick you up, I've been waiting for half an hour, why are you here?" Xiao Shani pursed his lips and said dissatisfiedly.

Zhuge Buliang was about to explain, but he heard Xiao Shani say: "Okay, don't rub it off, the master is waiting for you, come with me." ”

As he spoke, Xiao Shani turned around and walked towards the magnificent temple, and Zhuge Buliang followed behind and walked into the temple. Inside is resplendent and magnificent, and there are golden Arhat statues and statues of the Ming King on both sides, which add a little coercion.

As soon as he entered this hall, Zhuge Buliang immediately heard the sound of Sanskrit singing from around him. It was as if I had really come to a Buddhist Pure Land.

"It's unbelievable that the monk lived in such a place with such a bang. Zhuge Buliang thought secretly.

In the end, Xiao Shani took Zhuge Buliang to a treasure hall: "The master is inside." As he spoke, he pushed the door and walked in, not polite at all, as if he was entering his own room.

Push the door away, but there is another world inside, it is a valley with beautiful mountains and rivers, waterfalls and springs, and a hundred flowers compete for beauty.

In this regard, Zhuge Buliang was not surprised, when Xiao Shani pushed the door in, she felt a strange fluctuation.

In a pavilion in the middle of the small valley, there is a monk dressed in gold, the treasure is solemn, the head is covered with Buddha light, the whole person exudes a Buddha-like breath, as if a golden-bodied Arhat stands there. He didn't fold his hands, but put them behind his back and looked at the valley in front of him.

When Zhuge Buliang saw this monk, he was taken aback. Looking at his appearance, he should be the poor monk who talked to him before. But at this moment, he is radiant, not only has his temperament changed significantly, but even the clothes on his body have tattered monk's robes, which have become a golden suit.

"This. Zhuge didn't look dazzling.

"Little friend, is it a surprise?" said the poor monk with a smile.

Zhuge Buliang smiled bitterly and said, "Seriously, I met the master twice, but the feeling was completely different. ”

"That's natural, what Xiaoyou saw before was just an old monk's incarnation. The poor monk said. Suddenly, his hands were sealed, and the brilliance of two colors, one gold and one black, poured out from his body.

Among them, the golden streamer turned into a monk with his hands folded and his clothes in tatters, which was the image of poverty and suffering that Zhuge Buliang had seen before.

And the black ink stream turned into a fierce god, a blue-faced and fanged head, exuding a fierce aura from top to bottom, and there were even demon clouds churning overhead.

A Buddha full of Buddha nature, and a fierce and vicious head.

These are the two incarnations of the poor monks.

"Brush!"

The two gods disappeared, and the poor monk smiled and said, "The person I talked to with you before was one of the incarnations of the old monk and me. ”

"Hehehehe, it's amazing, Shizun's cultivation of Buddha skills is very powerful, I am Shizun's personal apprentice, and now I can also summon a clone. Shani grinned.

"Xiaoyun, you go down first, I have something to talk about with this little friend. Poverty waved his hand

"Oh. Xiao Yun nodded reluctantly and left obediently.

Only two people were left in the small pavilion, the poor monk and Zhuge Buliang. But the poor monk didn't seem to mean to speak first, just looked at Zhuge Buliang with a smile.

Helpless, Zhuge Buliang could only say first: "May I ask the master, you said before, what Buddha treasure I have, why don't I know it myself?"

The poor monk suddenly laughed, and didn't say anything, just a little Zhuge Buliang's chest, and Zhuge Buliang's upper body clothes were suddenly broken. On his chest, a paper talisman was revealed, which seemed to be connected with Zhuge Buliang's flesh and blood, and black spells appeared on it, like small snakes.

"Master, you are. ”

The poor monk smiled and said, "The mantra on this is used by my Buddhist family. ”

"Buddhist mantra!" Zhuge Buliang said unexpectedly, he subconsciously thought of the black gourd containing the Yin and Yang infinite fire, could it be the treasure of the Buddhist family caused by the poor monks, that is, the gourd?

The poor monk said: "This mantra dates back to at least 20,000 years ago, because the old monk had seen this mantra in a Buddhist ruin, and he had heard some legends about this mantra. ”

Seeing that Zhuge Buliang was silent, the poor monk continued: "It should be more than 20,000 years ago, there was a legendary figure in the Buddhist family, but for some reason he fell into the demon path and became a demon monk. However, his cultivation is indeed terrifying, and the three rumored immortals invited him to fight, but he all broke his necks and beat the three immortals to pieces. This demon monk's original cultivation was almost on par with the Immortal Emperor. ”

"Immortal Emperor?" Zhuge Buliang frowned.

The poor monk said: "I also heard the title of Immortal Emperor from some rumors, it is said that in a very distant era, there was a person who cultivated to Tongtian, he was born in chaos, born and raised, and later opened up the Flood Immortal Domain, is the master of this heaven and earth. ”

Hearing this, Zhuge Buliang was taken aback, creating the master of the Flood Desolate Immortal Domain, what kind of character is that. However, what surprised him even more was the demon monk in the mouth of the poor monk, he could compare with this supreme immortal emperor side by side, and his cultivation was probably also an existence against the sky.

"Of course, rumors are rumors after all, none of us have seen them with our own eyes, and there is no evidence to confirm even the appearance of characters like the Immortal Emperor. What kind of strength did the demon monk 20,000 years ago have, no one in this era has ever seen it, maybe it's just a false rumor. ”

"There is no such thing as an empty thing. Zhuge Buliang said so.

The poor monk nodded and said, "The legend of the Immortal Emperor is too ethereal. But that demon monk does exist, and before you came, you also saw the demon pestle guarding the sky above Qianye City, and this Buddha treasure was left by the demon monk at the beginning. ”

"Oh!?" this surprised Zhuge Buliang.

"Although the demon monk has fallen into the path of demons, he is the first Buddhist practitioner in history to have both Buddha and demon nature. The poor monk said, and finally he pointed to the black mantra on Zhuge Buliang's chest, and said, "This kind of mantra is the unique spell of the demon monk at the beginning. ”

Zhuge Buliang touched the paper talisman on his chest that was connected to his own flesh and blood, this paper talisman looked like a Taoist talisman, but he didn't expect it to come from Buddhism.

"Based on these alone, you can conclude that I have a Buddhist treasure on me?"

"Of course not. The poor monk said: "About 500 years ago, the old monk once got something left by the demon monk, as if it was part of a certain magic weapon. And when you arrived, the old monk clearly felt that the aura emanating from your body was completely consistent with the incomplete magic weapon aura left by the demon monk in my hand. ”

Zhuge Buliang didn't speak, but fell into contemplation, he was thinking about whether the black gourd on his body was the magic weapon left by the demon monk back then.

"The old monk is the lord of Qianye City, and the cultivators who enter Qianye City can't escape the eyes of the old monk. The poor monk added.

"Master, can you let me take a look at the broken magic weapon in your hand?" Zhuge Buliang looked at the poor monk.

The poor monk was not pretentious, nodded without hesitation, and with a puddle of palms, a palm-sized awl appeared in the palm of his hand, and his whole body was black. But on the awl is carved a fierce Arhat.

"Yes. ”

At this moment, Zhuge Buliang snorted, only to feel a scorching air flow surging in his body. The black gourd that he had originally collected into his body flew out on its own, spinning above Zhuge Buliang's head.

"It is. The poor monk stared at the black gourd without blinking, and said: "It must not be wrong, this breath is the same as this thing in the old monk's hand, it seems that the two are one." ”

"The master should have a gourd stopper in his hand. Zhuge Buliang judged, the jet-black awl, if stuck on the mouth of the gourd, just fit.

The poor monk raised his hand to touch the black gourd, but at this moment, a yin and yang qi wrapped the black gourd. The poor monk hurriedly retreated, and when he looked at his palm, there was a large burn.

"Master, I'm sorry. Zhuge Buliang said apologetically, and quickly took back the gourd.

"Little friend, it's in here. But yin and yang fire?" the poor monk's face became solemn.