A flash of lightning flashed through his mind, and Li Ang instantly understood everything that had happened during this period.
The restriction that traps everyone three hundred years later;
The missing fourth Buddha statue;
The legendary Skanda Bodhisattva who moved grain ships;
Old bell beads dropped from the Bodhisattva's purification vase;
And the sturdy iron box that gave me a strong sense of familiarity but could never be opened...
He shouted in a low voice: "Be ready to run away at any time."
"Run away?"
Sui Yi hesitantly looked at the surrounding restrictions and the mountain guarding formation in the distance, "Where are you running?"
"Pagoda."
Li Ang replied quickly, calling out the silkworms hidden throughout the temple.
In front of the Mahavira Palace,
The troubled abbot said gloomily: "You used the Sands of Time to sneak into the Jialan Sect and break into the pagoda?"
"yes."
The old scholar said: "Even though I drank the demon's blood, I was still severely affected by the Sands of Time and became much older.
After I returned to my hometown with a lame leg, I killed my neighbor Yang Shijiu who lived next door.
He is a distant relative of mine, and he looks quite similar to me as I age.
He was the one who took the lead at the beginning. Without waiting for the thugs' instructions, he hurriedly nailed the door to my house with wooden boards, leaving my children to starve to death behind the door.
Yang Jiu is a model believer and extremely loyal to the Jialan Sect.
I took his place and came to Jialan Sect - he just happened to be lame and mute, so he didn't need to speak.
As for the pagoda ban, I have the Sands of Time that can stop time, so I won’t die easily.
Even if you die, you can quickly go back and resurrect.
Exploring again and again, trying again and again, dying and being reborn again and again, finally, I found this. "
The old scholar slowly took out an artifact from his arms.
It was a small and exquisite hourglass, the size of a palm, with a cover carved from transparent gemstones in the middle, and the two ends were made of stone and inlaid with gorgeous patterns.
The expressions of Abbot Jiejie and Abbot Jiwu suddenly changed. The former clapped his palm, and the shining Buddha light bloomed, condensed into the shape of Buddha's palm, and moved toward the old scholar,
As soon as the latter held his Zen staff, a huge crack immediately opened in the stone steps under his feet.
"useless."
The old scholar leaked some fine sand from between his fingers, and the Buddha's light palm print was condensed ten feet away, and the cracks in the earth that spread to his feet also healed quickly.
Tread, tread, tread, tread.
The old scholar walked up the stairs facing the Buddha's light without squinting. With every step he took, the white hair on his head would grow longer and the wrinkles on his face would become deeper.
The abbot, abbot, and temple elders who poured out their magic power had to get out of the way and watched helplessly as the old scholar stepped into the main hall.
"Don't panic!"
The abbot who was in trouble shouted loudly: "Let's release the golden light to protect the body. Even if he is a weakling, he is still an old man with no strength. Protect yourself and continue to attack. Watch him slowly die of old age!"
"..."
The old scholar seemed not to have heard anything, dragging his increasingly frail body as he was minding his own business, and sat down on the silk round seat in front of the Buddha statue.
Little by little, pour the Sands of Time through the hole in the wheel at the top of the hourglass.
Wow——
The gravel collides with the bottle, making a dense sound.
The old scholar's eyes were empty, as if he was examining his unrecognizable reflection through the reflection on the bottle.
After drinking the blood of the demon, he becomes the most despised and hated demon in Haotian. He even loses his soul and will never be reincarnated.
"Just ask..."
He ignored the densely packed Buddhist sounds behind him, carefully poured the last grain of sand between his fingers into the hourglass, and closed the wheel with difficulty.
Under the attack of dense Buddhist teachings, he aged faster and faster. Just a simple movement exhausted all his strength.
"...justice."
Panting desperately, he turned the hourglass over and placed it heavily on the altar.
The whole person fell down and leaned against the freshly polished wooden table legs.
sand--
The sand and dust flow in the hourglass, along the slender diameter, and fall into the flat bottom below.
Time began to change.
The candles on both sides of the main hall suddenly light up and go out, light up and go out in a cycle,
The melons and fruits enshrined on the porcelain plate of the Buddhist altar are sometimes rotten and sometimes fresh.
The Buddha statue above the altar also began to tremble.
"No..."
The abbot was troubled and said harshly: "What have you done?"
"Do what I have to do."
The old scholar breathed hard.
"Crazy! You crazy!"
An elder cursed angrily: "You can obviously take the Sand of Time to resurrect your wife and children, why do you bother me, the Galan Sect?!"
"The Sands of Time can't change what happened before I got it."
The old scholar slowly shook his head and said: "You are right. Even if I drink the blood of demons and have the Sands of Time, I will not be able to penetrate your protective golden light, let alone kill everyone on Lingtai Mountain. Guilty person, accomplice.
I am too old to wield a knife and kill a chicken - although my wife used to kill the chickens.
However, they are different. "
The old scholar tilted his head towards the Buddha statue on the Buddhist altar, "The Patriarch Jialan whom you call yours brought four disciples and killed him.
葑, 谏, disgust, and 杌, the four-headed demons,
However, due to the aftermath of the battle, the mountains collapsed and the surrounding people were affected.
But he felt ashamed and would not allow future generations to praise his deeds.
Haha, four ancestors, four demons, you, Jialan Patriarch, did not kill demons at all.
Instead, he uses the sands of time and the hourglass of Sumeru to forcibly dissolve the resentment of demons, allowing them to turn demons into Buddhas.
Because of this, you dare not publicize it. Even after the death of the four patriarchs, you have to keep whitewashing the golden bodies for fear that flaws will be exposed in the Buddha statues.
However, have you ever thought that these four Buddhas who were born from demons and demons had already been refined into immortal golden bodies when they sat incarnation?
All it takes is a thousand years of reversal to return them to...the memory and state of the cannibal monster. "
Click!
The frequency of the Buddha statue's vibrations became faster and faster, and more and more intense, until the layers of gold paint on the surface of the leftmost Buddha statue cracked a deep gap.
Demonic energy as black as ink immediately spurted out from the cracks.
Like a waterfall flowing to the ground, it spreads along the ground of the Main Hall.
"Don't touch the devil!!"
In trouble, the abbot shouted loudly, but he was still a step too late.
A monk accidentally got a little bit of demonic energy, and his entire arm quickly turned black as if it were dipped in ink, spreading throughout his body.
Snapped!
He suddenly fell to the ground, twitching wildly, twisting his limbs backwards like a spasm, and turned over in a posture that a normal person would never do.
He was face up, back down, on all fours, his neck twisted several times, vomiting black blood from his mouth, and looking ferociously at the monks in front of the temple.
"here we go..."
The old scholar tilted his head back and looked at the Buddha statue that was constantly shaking and exuding boiling demonic energy.
In a hoarse voice, he read the words that Li Ang and others were extremely familiar with and that still echoed in the Grand Palace three hundred years later, "All of you will die."
