Night falls.
In an ancient temple thousands of miles away from the ruined temple, black crows are crowing, autumn cicadas are mourning, in the dim moonlight, the vegetation is silent and there is no sound of wind, and the crowds of people are looming, desolate and solemn.
In the ancient temple.
Green smoke curled up and candlelight flickered. Yu Lian, dressed in a simple yellow shirt, sat in the Mahavira Hall with her eyes closed, reciting scriptures, twisting sandalwood beads with her hands, and the sound of wooden fish tapping was clear and long.
"Uh-huh!"
Sudden.
The wind was strong, and six or seven figures broke through the door and surrounded the place.
"despair!"
The sound of the wooden fish stopped abruptly, and Yu Lian slowly opened her eyes with an expressionless face: "You fellow Taoists have been running for thousands of miles, refusing to give up, are you really a poor nun... don't you have anger?"
"Every man is not guilty, but he is guilty of having a jade. If you want to blame it, you are the ninth generation golden cicada."
Taoist Yihuapao said coldly: "With one against six, I have the advantage. Yu Lian, if you know what's going on and are obedient, I will give you pleasure. Otherwise, hum!"
Yu Lian ignored it and turned to the opposite side.
There was an old monk wearing a plain black cassock, covering his face with ink mist. This man was the old Buddha who came down from Lingshan Mountain. He was also the person Yu Lian was most afraid of in this profession.
"Birth, old age, illness and death are all determined by themselves. Because of your own selfish desires, you are not willing to go to war and fight with blood along the way. You are so greedy for life and afraid of death. Aren't you afraid that the Buddha's heart will be dusted?"
"Amitabha."
The old monk in black clasped his hands together and said calmly: "As the saying goes, an ant can still live in vain, and the old man's longevity and blood are declining. What's wrong with seeking a glimmer of hope for himself?"
"You are a Buddha in vain!"
Yu Lian cursed.
"Monk, I think you are getting more and more dizzy as you get older. How can you talk nonsense to her?"
The left side of the old Buddha.
A ghost king from Fengdu City was gearing up, with a fierce look in his eyes: "This woman is at the end of her power, kill her now to avoid long nights and dreams!"
Several people seemed to be moving.
However.
Yu Lian's next words stopped them in their tracks: "The revenge of a mortal-killing monk. I wonder how confident you are that you can escape unscathed?"
Six beads!
This is also the reason why they have not dared to take action against Yu Lian and have delayed it again and again.
Although there are many among them who are in the realm of slaying mortals, after slaying mortals, one step reaches the heaven. The six beads are the great perfection of slaying mortals, and half a foot steps into the threshold of becoming a god...
A world of difference!
A few people are naturally not afraid of joining forces, but the problem is that it is impossible for them to join forces. This time they have common interests to connect, and their real relationship is that of old enemies.
"This world is not a one-word palace for Liuzhu."
Seeing the situation"
The old monk in black spoke again, giving everyone a shot in the arm: "The man who is in charge of my Xitian Leiyin Temple is also very interested in this Ninth Generation Golden Cicada!"
This is equivalent to carrying the cause and effect for them. A transformed god, a transformed god in various senses, even if he has six beads, he has to weigh and weigh whether he is qualified.
Yu Lian's face gradually became gloomy, her magic power surged, and her black hair was flying: "It seems that everyone has come prepared, so you are destined to be unable to do good tonight?"
"Kill your mother!"
The Ghost King made a false move with his hand, and cut through the void with a ghost-headed sword, which he held in his hand: "I will decide this immortality, and I will kill anyone who stops me!"
"Then...let's do it!"
The moment the sound falls.
Yu Lian struck first, her eyebrows bloomed with Buddhist charm, her fingertips quickly made secrets, and the boundless golden light hit the shore like a tide, overwhelming the sky and the earth, turning the word "卍" into a compilation to suppress the ghost king.
"Get away!"
Ordinary ghosts are afraid of Buddhism.
but.
The Ghost King is protected by the Netherworld Qi and is not affected. Of course, this move not only contains the power of Buddha, but also the terrifying magic power of a mortal-killer, which cannot be ignored.
While he struggled to resolve it, he shouted to the left and right:
"Do it!"
