Tianchan Stone Temple, Demon Suppressing Tower and Underground Palace.
The magic weapon monk is sitting cross-legged on a seven-step yellow jade platform inscribed with Buddhist patterns and scriptures. His rock-hard face is covered with sweat, and blue veins are popping out on his forehead. His left hand is flat on his lap and he is holding the Vajra Root Seal, and his right hand is raised in front of his chest to make the Mingwang Subduing Demon Seal. , the straight body trembled slightly.
As the monk recited the Diamond Sutra, the Buddha patterns and scriptures on the ground flickered and flickered.
The Buddha's sound resonates in a small space, forming a circle of turbulent waves, constantly washing over the monk in the middle of the platform.
A cloud of fuzzy black energy swirled around the back of the monk's head, and a twisted face appeared, speaking human words:
"Monk, your Buddha nature is impure, you have a murderous intention, and you have demons in your heart. Stop deceiving yourself and others and struggling. Cooperate with me as soon as possible. You don't have to suffer from this demonic energy that corrodes your soul every day. I have given you enough time. You You can't escape the end of being possessed, and when two old monks in the temple collude with outsiders and beat you to death, it will be too late for you to regret it."
"I...are incompatible with the devil!"
The magic weapon monk opened his bloodshot eyes and roared with hatred.
The demon-suppressing Buddhist patterns and scriptures in the underground palace did not stop because the magic monk stopped chanting sutras. Outside the demon-suppressing tower, a circle of monks sat cross-legged in the air. Fayuan and Fadang were located in the east and west respectively, beating wooden fish and chanting. Write the Diamond Sutra for half an hour every day.
"Hey, you are actually possessed by the devil. Otherwise, why don't you dare to accept the magic detection needle test of two old monks? Why don't you ask them to help you eliminate the devil's energy? You are deceiving yourself, thinking that you can rely on your bullshit brute strength , get rid of my entanglement..."
"I...shut up!"
Monk Dharma Bao breathed heavily and stopped, then closed his eyes again, closed his five senses without hearing or thinking, and continued to recite the sutra.
"As a warrior who cultivates strength, your mind and understanding are not your strong points. I gave you an opportunity to practice magic. Why should you ignore it? The Vajra Indestructible Body transformed into the Vajra Demonic Body. The conditions for cultivating demons are unique. You can break through the sixth level. At your fingertips.
It will take up to a thousand years to ascend to the demon world and join the ranks of powerful masters. Are you out of your mind? You don't think about yourself, but you just want some bullshit reputation of an ancient temple? We demon cultivators are not burdened by external things. We can do whatever we want. We are temporarily subdued when we are weak, and we are majestic when we are strong. No matter how powerful we are, we can seize as many resources as we can. It is most fair..." Xu Xu's demonic voice is pervasive, changing its tricks to intermittently affect the fight against the demonic energy. The magic weapon monk made him suffer even more.
The torture for half an hour every day, the magic weapon monk doesn't know when it will end?
He did not dare to face the many monks outside who were helping him.
In his eyes, those are all foods that can be devoured to increase strength. As time goes by, the thought of devouring becomes more and more difficult to contain. The ants still cherish their lives, but he will not choose to die with the devil until the last moment.
On the yellow jade platform under the magic weapon monk, there is a trace of evil energy snaking to the bottom, which has penetrated more than ten feet.
Under the underground palace of the Demon Suppression Tower, a withered and withered monster from an unknown age that had wiped out the demon soul was suppressed.
The chains are vertical and horizontal, and the Buddha patterns are like mountains.
After half an hour, the pain and the magic sound disappeared without a trace. The magic weapon monk let out a long sigh of relief. After another day, he slowly lay down on the topaz platform, not even wanting to move a finger.
Staring at the darkness above for a long time, the blood in his eyes gradually receded. All the unwillingness and anger turned into a silent sigh.
He was actually waiting for his senior brother outside the tower to help him make a decision. If he could not seek death and had no hope of survival, this would be his last practice.
Outside the Demon Suppression Tower, many chanting monks dispersed in silence. Fa Yuan and Fa Dang stayed at the end, looking at each other and communicating, both seeing the other's hesitation, struggle and reluctance.
More than ten years have passed, and some clues will always appear. "Just wait a little longer!"
Zhang Wenfeng resumed his normal life of practicing, doing homework, feeding Li Huo, studying the rules of sword intention, and refining bronze lamps. In the evening, he accompanied Yun Qiuhe up and down the mountain gate, and spent an hour or two in the evening reading through the collection of Xianling Temple. There is a huge collection of books. Look for the classics on the important weapons of the small world and the second spirit.
Zhao Zhuer couldn't resist his words of "bribery" and has promised to bring Yun in March next year.
Qiu He and Yue Anyan left for a long trip and stayed for half a year, saying that they could get along with each other warmly.
For the sensible little junior sister, the viewer verbally gave her another salary increase.
In late autumn, the red leaves on the hills where Xiangsui Hall is located are like fire.
Zhuang Yu received the invitation from Shi Nanguan Feijian and returned to the sect. After burning incense and paying homage to his ancestor, he came to the Xiangsui Hall to pay homage to his master, pay his respects to his master's wife, and presented the treasures he had collected as gifts.
"...Buddhist formations have been set up in the area around Tianchan Stone Temple's Demon Suppression Pagoda. Most of the fourth-level monks from various Buddhist temples in the vast continent are concentrated in Tianchan Stone Temple. It is said that starting from the beginning of the day every day, there will be three levels of monks inside and three outside. After reciting the "Diamond Sutra" for half an hour around the Demon Suppressing Tower, Mr. Lu, Mr. Gu and Qian Yan, a new fifth-level monk from Heming Mountain, have gone to Tianchan Stone Temple three times this year. I don't know the specific discussions. Starting at the beginning of the year, The Haohan Cultivator Association has strengthened the monks' garrison near Tianchan Stone Temple and arranged many formations."
Zhuang Yu briefly talked about the spy information that he spent a lot of effort to collect and organize. Zhang Wenfeng flipped through the thick file, which contained detailed information, including the deployment of personnel of the vast cultivators, etc. He stared at the dazzling words on one page, "The magic weapon monk is suspected of being possessed by a demon." After a long time, he continued flip.
"My disciple has collected two items that the monk used before. An old futon and a rough bowl. Master, if you think they are useful, please keep them. If not, I will take them away."
Zhuang Yu knew some fortune teller skills, took out a small bag and smiled shyly. Zhang Wenfeng had already finished flipping through the book, took the bag and said with a smile: "You are still thinking carefully, I will ask an expert to do the math. You are in a dangerous place, pay attention to your own safety, if anything big happens, stay away from Tianchan as soon as possible Stone Temple, don’t stop there.”
"Disciple understands, Master, don't worry."
The two discussed behind closed doors for more than an hour. Zhuang Yu had an amulet on his waist that was hand-drawn by his master and resigned.
Zhang Wenfeng paced the hall thoughtfully. After a long while, he sent a Feijian message to You Lao who was wandering somewhere, asking him to come back to calculate the life and death of Monk Algorithm. He also sent a message to Rong Shuzhi, Yang Shuilan, Taoist Supervisor and Zhou Fushi of Lingbao Temple sent out separate summonses to share the information collected by Zhuang Yu so that he could make early preparations.
Don't let the devil cause trouble and sneak into the Eastern Continent before you know it.
He is considering looking for Zhu'er later, traveling far away in recent years, and temporarily avoiding the vast continent. He can go to the Western Continent, Nanyuan Continent, and then go around to the Tianqian Continent from the south, waiting for the matter of Tianchan Stone Temple to be settled. , it’s never too late to go.
Fang Bailan had a great reputation and could intimidate monks from five continents. Unfortunately, she only had one powerful sword left to attack.
Zhao Zhuer used a sword near Tuofeng Mountain that time, which made her feel bad. Even now, she still occasionally talks about asking him for compensation and salary increase.
You Mengchang returned quickly, floated into the hall, showed his figure, and sat down on a chair.
"What's the urgent matter for me?"
Zhang Wenfeng handed the dossier to the old man and briefly told the story. After flipping through the book quickly, You Mengchang picked up the small bag and said with emotion: "No wonder I've been feeling something in recent days. I feel that a disaster is approaching and will affect me, but I can't find the source. It turns out that the disaster is far away in the vast continent. ." These days, he ran around the Eastern Continent but found nothing. With a wave of his hand, a dense mist was placed in the corner of the hall. He said "Wait a moment" and escaped into the mist.
Zhang Wenfeng prepared a pot of tea.
You Lao had finished the calculation and walked out of the mist. He said with confusion on his face: "It's strange that a demon has been born in the vast continent within ten years. There are signs, but I can't calculate the life and death of the magic weapon monk. That guy is a huge Variable." "Variable? Is he not possessed?"
"I can't figure it out, unless..."
You Mengchang lazily spread out on the chair. Unless they are rushing to the vast continent now, he doesn't want to join in the fun. He said: "We'd better be wise and protect ourselves. Let others wade in the muddy waters in the early stage and let them wear out. We Finally, I’ll pick up the bargain and clean up the mess.”
Many people are going to die. Every time a demon is born, it is a catastrophe. The impermanence of heaven is no joke.
Zhang Wenfeng did not respond and asked thoughtfully: "Can you figure out when and where the devil was born?"
"Can't figure it out."
You Mengchang simply dismissed it with three words.
Now that he knows that a demon has been born in the vast continent, he doesn't panic in his heart. Why would he be so careful when consuming his soul power and risking being struck by lightning if he leaks the secret?
He's not mentally ill.
