Jun Wuxie climbed to the top of the stone steps with full of doubts and expectations.
At this moment, the entire magnificent and solemn Mahavira Palace appeared in front of him.
The palace is majestic, filled with strong Buddhist charm and full of ancient charm. I don’t know how many years have passed, but I can feel the breath of time settling on it.
The door of the treasure book is open, and inside is the spacious Buddhist hall. The first thing that comes into view is the ten-foot-tall golden Buddha statue, sitting upright, with one hand on his knees and the other on his chest.
The face of the Buddha statue is full of compassion, and his eyes seem to be staring at all living beings, hoping to eliminate the suffering of all living beings.
In front of the solemn and compassionate Buddha statue, there are many figures sitting cross-legged, all of them monks, divided into two groups: left and right.
The monks on the left, with golden light flowing all over their bodies, are sitting cross-legged on the ground, with their hands clasped together and their eyes open looking straight ahead.
There seems to be mysterious power condensed in their bodies, which is continuously released.
At the front of these monks, there was a golden futon, on which sat an old monk. His beard and eyebrows were all white, his complexion was very pale, and his lips lacked blood.
The rest of the monks were in a state of silence, and Jun Wuxie did not even feel the slightest fluctuation of life in them.
"It seems they have passed away long ago..."
Jun Wuxie sighed inwardly. He was certainly sure that the monk on the left was an eminent monk from the ancient Buddhist sect. He practiced authentic Buddhism and truly had compassion in his heart to save all sentient beings.
Opposite them were a group of monks with an evil aura about them.
The monks were also sitting neatly, but except for the old monk sitting in the front, the rest had their eyes closed and their heads lowered. They had been dead for many years.
Their faces were very ferocious. Even after they died, their fangs were still exposed in their mouths. The black nails on their hands were very long and looked very scary.
There is a golden Buddhist and Taoist formation diagram under these blackened Demon Buddha Sect monks, which makes them all included in the formation diagram.
There are countless demon-conquering scriptures evolving on the edge of the formation diagram. They are golden Buddhist seals, beating constantly, sinking and floating in the air.
The masters of the ancient Buddhist sect have long since passed away, but they still release mysterious power and seem to be maintaining the Buddhist formation.
At this time, two eyes looked at him at the same time.
In the Buddhist hall in front, the leaders of both Buddhist and Taoist sects turned their heads.
The old monk of the ancient Buddhist sect had kind eyes, a look of relief on his face, and even a sense of relief that he was about to be released.
On the other hand, the old monk from the Demon Buddha Sect's eyes suddenly turned blood red and violent, two long pointed fangs stuck out from his mouth, and he let out a low roar at Jun Wuxie.
"Boy, this matter has nothing to do with you, why do you have to get involved. Do you know what consequences it will bring to you if you interfere in such a thing! I advise you to leave in time and don't bring trouble to yourself. You must know that cause and effect in the world are determined. If you plant a cause here today, you will suffer unbearable consequences in the future!"
The leader of the Demon Buddha Sect issued a warning in a cold voice.
Neither he nor the leader of the ancient Buddhist sect is dead, they are still two living persons, different from the other eminent monks sitting cross-legged behind them.
"Master's words make sense. There is a certain number of cause and effect in the world. Causes and consequences lead to a cycle of cause and effect." Jun Wuxie said and walked towards the Buddhist hall of the Main Hall. "So today, I want to forge good karma and seek good results."
"Boy, you will regret it. Only destruction awaits you!"
The old monk Mofo looked ferocious, raised his hand and struck with a palm.
At this time, Jun Wuxie's steps happened to enter the main hall.
The scene in front of him changed drastically in an instant.
At the same time, the always black Buddha's hand suppressed like a black devil.
when!
The Buddha's hand was blocked by the golden bell on his body, and a deafening bell sound erupted, and golden light shone everywhere.
Jun Wuxie was not affected at all inside the golden bell.
He looked around and saw vastness.
The moment you enter here, the scene is no longer a hall, but a vast world.
The Buddha statue is still clearly visible, sitting at the end of the world, towering into the starry sky, extremely tall and solemn, with golden light blooming all over its body, illuminating the world.
The two groups of monks were still sitting cross-legged on the ground in a confrontational posture, but the distance between them was widened.
This is a vast land with many pagodas around it.
The pagodas are not high, only about ten meters, but there are many of them, one at a certain distance.
"Amitabha." The leader of the ancient Buddhist sect proclaimed a loud Buddha's name and showed a kind smile to Jun Wuxie, "Little benefactor, I have been waiting for you for a long, long time."
"Wait for me?" Jun Wuxie was a little shocked, "Master, why do you say that?"
"Amitabha, I didn't make it clear. The little benefactor misunderstood what I meant. I said that I finally waited for someone who could change the outcome. It doesn't matter who that person is, what's important is that he came here alive."
"With the master's golden bell, it shouldn't be difficult to get here alive."
"No, it's difficult. First of all, you have to withstand the Savior Sutra of the Buddha and Demon Lord, then you have to deal with the cassock and fan cage formation of the Thirty-Six Vajra Protectors, and finally you have to withstand the blow of the Buddha and Demon Lord, otherwise it will be a golden bell. It’s too late.”
"That's true."
Jun Wuxie came to the old monk, saw that his face was pale, and knew that his condition was very bad, so he said: "Master, I wonder what I need to do to help you?"
He knew that there was a confrontation between the leaders of the two factions, but the specifics of the confrontation could not be seen from his current state.
"We trapped these blackened demon Buddhas in the demon-suppressing formation. Over the years, although we killed others, we almost lost all ourselves. The little benefactor also saw it. Now only Lao Na and The first seat of Buddha and demon. I want to get rid of this demon but can't because there is always a trace of demonic essence condensed in my body. If the demonic essence can be dispersed, I can get rid of it!"
"Hahaha, the leader of the Demon Conqueror, you are talking nonsense, what are you using to disperse the demonic energy in me? Do you want this kid to come just because he is a weak Holy King?"
The leader of the Demon Buddha laughed ferociously, and his voice was particularly harsh, "We have been fighting here from the end of ancient times to the present, and you have been unable to do anything to me for millions of years. Today, with this ant in the realm of the Holy King, you want to change The situation is simply ridiculous!”
"Amitabha, the first lecturer, you and I are followers of the Buddha. Although we are of different Buddhist sects, we can live in peace with each other. But you should not surrender to darkness and slaughter the people in your own universe! As the Supreme Holy Buddha, you are willing to be with us. You are a slave, and you are willing to fall! You think that if the evil spirit condenses in your body, I can't do anything to you. For these long years, I have really been unable to do anything to you, but today, the Buddha felt that he wanted to take you in, and guided this A little benefactor is here!"
"First Demon Conqueror, don't try to scare me. I want to see what you are capable of and how you can use this little ant to deal with me!"
The old monk Mo Buddha had a sneer on his face.
Jun Wuxie was a little surprised when she listened to their conversation.
He had known for a long time that the realm of these two people must be very high. He thought that they were the Holy Ancestors who had reached the ultimate heavenly position, but he did not expect that they were actually two supreme beings.
In the world, there are still a lot of powerful people in the Saint Ancestor realm under the entire starry sky. After all, the terrifying base of practitioners is there.
However, there are very few supreme beings in the holy realm. There are dozens of strong men in the holy ancestor realm, but not one of them may be able to become the supreme one.
"It turns out to be the Supreme One among the Saints. No wonder the previous blow consumed my energy and energy so violently..."
Jun Wuxie thought to himself, and was very happy in his heart. The old monk, the Demon Buddha, had been trapped here for too long. After millions of years, and he was still confronting the Demon Lord, he was already extremely weak, and the energy in his body was almost exhausted. The power of the soul must have been greatly depleted.
Otherwise, even Senior Sister Linglong would not be able to catch the sutra he recited to save people.
"Amitabha, I have my own means to kill you!"
The leader of the Conquering Demons showed strong murderous intent at this moment. Although he was compassionate, he hated the blackened Demon Buddha Sect and had an obsession with killing him.
"Little donor, I need your help in this matter."
"Master, please tell me, what should I do?"
The leader of the Conquering Demon did not answer when he heard the words. Every inch of his skin was glowing, and Buddhist scriptures appeared densely on every inch of his body.
A strong Buddhist rhyme filled the air, and golden light illuminated the entire world.
Behind him, a huge Buddha shadow evolved in the sky, just like the Buddha appearing.
The leader of the Conquering Demons was writing in the air with his fingers. Golden blood leached out from his fingertips, and the curse of the Conquering Demons Buddha was engraved with blood!
"Demon-Conquering Heart-Burning Curse!"
When the old monk Mo Buddha saw such a Buddhist mantra, his face changed instantly, and he said in shock: "In this state, you actually forcibly used the Mantra to Conquer Demons and Burn the Heart. Do you want to die with me? Just dream, I will not die." , but you will run out of gas! Do you want this kid to put the Demon-Conquering Heart-Burning Curse into my body, just by him? Not to mention the Holy King, even the Overlord can't get close to me!"
The leader of the Demon Conqueror did not pay attention to the shouts of the Buddha and Demon old monk.
After inscribing the Demon-Conquering and Burning Heart Curse, his face was no longer pale, but rather rosy, and his eyes were brighter and brighter, but Jun Wuxie knew that this was just a flashback.
The Demon-Conquering Leader waved his hands together, and the Demon-Conquering Burning Heart Curse flew in front of Jun Wuxie, "Little donor, I need you to drive this talisman into his body. As long as you can stick this talisman on any part of his body, the talisman will naturally penetrate into his body." Enter his body. However, this will be very dangerous, but there is no other way except him. I hope that the little donor will not refuse for the sake of the world!"
Jun Wuxie couldn't help but remain silent after hearing this.
At this time, the old monk Mo Buddha sneered: "Master of the Demon Conqueror, I think you are old and confused. A holy king, even if he has that mysterious barrier, can temporarily resist my attack, but if he wants to stick the talisman on me, His hand must extend out of the domain barrier. I only need to fill my body with energy, how can he succeed? And you, who have overdrawn your life and origin, how long can you last after writing this demon-killing heart-burning spell? ?”
The leader of the Demon Conqueror ignored it and just looked at Jun Wuxie helplessly, "Little donor, are you willing to take the risk? If the little donor is willing to help me eliminate demons, I am willing to teach you my Buddha's supreme magical power [Vajra Indestructible Magical Power]. And give all the remaining essence of the body to the little donor!"
"Thank you, Master. I wonder if Master can save people?"
Jun Wuxie did not expect that before he could open his mouth, the leader of the Conquering Demons would first offer to teach him the [Vajra Indestructible Body Supernatural Power].
After all, he is not a Buddhist. The inheritance of magical powers in Buddhism is very strict and will basically not be taught to outsiders.
"The Sutra of Saving People?" The leader of the Subduing Demons looked at him with some surprise, "Little donor, you want to practice the Sutra of Saving People of the Demon Buddha Sect? These sutras are not really able to save people, in fact..."
Jun Wuxie interrupted the demon-conquering leader, "In reality, it is brainwashing people, planting their will, controlling their thoughts, and forcibly converting them."
"Since the little donor knows, why..."
"Master, you are the Supreme Holy Buddha. You have thought very clearly in your heart that it is not important how effective the Sutra is in saving people. What is important is how the people who practice it use it."
"Amitabha, it's not that I'm obsessed with appearance, but how can I be sure that the young donor will not misuse the Sutra to Save People in the future, so..."
"Master, if you refuse, you'd better not say it easily. A strong man in the Supreme Holy Realm always sticks to his word, and it's difficult to change what he says. I'm afraid Master will be in trouble."
Jun Wuxie said and looked at the Buddhist mantra in the air, "After all, I am also a person who knows how to refuse. Now that I risk my life to help the master, I always want to get some benefits. It is just the magical power of the Demon Buddha Sect, and the master is an ancient Buddha. Since Pai knows how to save people, he must have practiced it. Why can the master practice, but I can’t?"
"Amitabha, little donor, I am different from you."
"What's the difference? Buddha said that all living beings are equal. Does Master think that Buddha was wrong?"
"Amitabha, good, good!" The leader of the Subduing Demons clasped his hands and stared at Jun Wuxie for a while before sighing and saying: "Maybe I have too many thoughts. Since the little donor can come here and help me, This shows that the young benefactor and the old monk have a deep relationship with Buddha, and those who have a relationship with Buddha must be a compassionate person with good intentions."
When Jun Wuxie heard this, he couldn't help but be startled.
This was the first time that a Buddhist monk said that he was a compassionate person. The person who said this was the Supreme Holy Buddha, that is, a powerful person in the Supreme Holy Realm.
He wanted to say that his hands were filled with endless blood and he had slaughtered countless millions of creatures.
"So, Master agrees?"
"Amitabha, I have promised the little benefactor. As long as the little benefactor can help me get rid of this demon, I will teach the young benefactor the complete [Vajra Indestructible Supernatural Power] and the [Singing Sutra]. I swear in the name of Buddha that I will Don’t break your promise.”
The leader of the Conquering Demons not only agreed, but actually took the initiative to swear an oath.
This made Jun Wuxie realize that the Demon Lord could not wait any longer, probably because his physical condition was almost unbearable.
"Thank you, Master!"
After receiving the promise, Jun Wuxie said no more, immediately put away the Buddhist mantra and strode towards the old monk, Demon Buddha.
In fact, even if the Chief of Conquering Demons did not agree to teach him the scripture of saving people, Jun Wuxie would not refuse to help him.
"Ant, you want to get close to me?"
The old monk Buddha and Demon pointed forward together, and the fingers with flashing black energy made the golden bell jingle. He said he was not afraid, but his actions betrayed his inner uneasiness and fear.
Jin Zhong was fine at first, but as he got closer and closer to the old monk Mo Buddha, when he stepped into the demon-conquering formation, the power of the black fingers suddenly increased sharply.
The golden bell rang, the bell body trembled violently, and several cracks quickly appeared on it.
