Su Yu slowly shook his head and said with a ethereal expression: "I can make anyone become a demon, but I can't make him a demon."
"The subordinate is unknown..."
"Nangong Qi doesn't need to pay attention. He has already lost an opportunity to kill me. He can't kill me even if such an opportunity is placed in front of him, and he won't be able to in the future."
Although Mo Yan didn't understand what the Demon Lord meant, he could only obey.
Su Yu pressed his chest and said: "Mo Yan, the demon soul in my body is getting more and more out of control. The full moon is coming, and then the demon will be strong. I'm afraid that I won't be able to control myself when I fall." The demon soul in my body. If I can't find the man in white holding the umbrella before then, I will enter the secret room, Mo Yan, and when I fall, you will lock me with a black iron chain. Prevent my demonic nature from going crazy and wantonly. Killing.”
Mo Yan nodded, cupped his hands and said, "Yes, Mo Yan understands! The six masters of the Heavenly Demon Hall have all gone to look for him, and it is estimated that he will be able to find that person before the full moon. Please rest assured, Demon Lord!"
Su Yu nodded, looked at the waning moon in the sky, and thought to himself, what does God mean by letting him regain the demon soul? Is he really going to fold here? He was not willing to give in. He was not willing to give in in the last life, and he is not willing to give in in this life either.
His unfulfilled wish in his previous life must be fulfilled in this life.
Youhuang, you are trying your best to trap me with Youhuang's soul. You must not have thought that I will be reincarnated one day!
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"Dong dong dong dong..."
The sound of knocking wooden fish came from the quiet mountains, and the early morning light shone through the fir trees on the stone steps. The winding paths were all around. From time to time, birds were frightened and fell from the treetops, and sparse snowflakes fluttered and fell.
The snow-covered stone steps left a series of footprints. A young man wearing a snow-white fox fur was walking slowly up the stone steps step by step.
He covered his eyes with a cloth belt and was carrying a guqin. The long tassels on the guqin swayed from side to side as he walked up the steps. On his shoulders stood a white cockatiel, staring at A pair of innocent big eyes, like two glass beads filled with water, turned left and right, tilting his head, staring at the temple in front of him.
The temple is hidden in a quiet place in the forest. It is antique and somewhat dilapidated. The plaque hangs diagonally on the door, swinging stubbornly in the wind, making a creaking sound. There was a spider web hanging on the door, and when the wind blew, a few dead leaves would drift past the door.
"when--"
Suddenly the sound of a morning bell pierced through the sky and the earth, breaking the originally silent atmosphere. A flock of birds were seen flying towards the sky, and a dead leaf slowly fell on the shoulder of the man in white.
The cockatiel kicked away the dead leaves that were floating on its face, then tilted its little head, stared at the plaque of the temple, cleared its throat, and read in a loud voice: "Lan-ruo-si- —”
Suddenly a gust of wind blew by, and Xuanfeng couldn't help but shiver. It thought about it with its brain, and suddenly felt that something was wrong. The memories of its past and present lives came rushing back. It suddenly stared straight at the bird's eyes, raised one paw, and its feathers exploded, and it began to tremble.
Sikong held his forehead and sighed: "It's Lannuo Temple, not Lannuo Temple! I told you to learn more calligraphy, but you just didn't listen..."
Xuanfeng suffered the disadvantage of being uneducated this time. How could he have imagined that he would learn cultural knowledge when he joined the life of a bird?
Sikong stopped and stretched out his hands to tidy up his clothes. Even though he had gone through a lot of hardships to get here, his white silk boots were not stained at all. Just like him, they were spotless. Flawless.
However, he understands that he is not pure and pure. Even an immortal can become a demon sometimes. He said: "Xuanfeng, we have traveled thousands of miles and finally arrived at Shuiyue Shenzhou. This is Lannuo Temple."
"Yes, Master!" Xuanfeng spread his claws and began to make noises.
Si Kong smiled gently, and then said: "It's really not easy. Thirteen years have passed, and I don't know if Zen Master Zhiyuan is still there? When I met him, he was already eighty-two years old. I was only seventeen years old at the time, but now thirteen years have passed, I wonder if he is still alive in the world?"
Xuanfeng raised her tail and ran back and forth on his shoulder, her eyes rolling like a wolf: "It doesn't matter whether you are here or not! It doesn't matter!"
"Ahem..." Si Bang was almost pissed off by it.
When he met Zen Master Zhiyuan, he had not yet accepted Xuanfeng as a beast keeper. Unexpectedly, Xuanfeng had a strong influence on the old man.
The Zen master was so disrespectful, so he shook his head and sighed: "Xuanfeng, if Zen Master Zhiyuan is no longer here, your master will be in trouble!"
Xuanfeng used his limited brain to think carefully, and then babbled: "Master Zhiyuan must be here, Master, Master Zhiyuan must be here, Master will not be in trouble!"
Si Kong shook his head and smiled bitterly, and then said: "Lannuo Temple is a pure place of Buddhism. Please don't make too much noise later."
Xuanfeng combed his beautiful white feathers and said: "Unlikely!"
Sikong couldn't laugh or cry, and then said: "Then you go and play around for a while. I will call you when I leave!"
"Hey! You don't have to listen to the old monk's chanting! Oh, Xuanfeng went to find a beautiful female parrot to kiss!" After Xuanfeng finished speaking, he spread his wings and flew away, looking impatient.
Si Kong shook his head. He couldn't help but feel that he had been tricked by a parrot. He arranged his clothes, then walked to Lannuo Temple, knocked on the door, and paid homage to the temple.
"Abbot, Abbot, there is a man in white standing outside the temple gate asking to see you." A bald young monk hurriedly came to report that no pilgrims had come to Lannuo Temple for a long time, and he was a little excited.
Abbot Zhijue, who was doing morning lessons in the main hall, slowly put down the wooden fish in his hand, looked out of the main hall half awake, and sighed deeply.
Outside the main hall, there is an endless sky with blue sky and white clouds. The breeze is blowing in the face, and there seems to be a bit of cold air blowing in. The cold wind seems to be mixed with a hint of the fragrance of pine wood.
Abbot Zhijue said slowly: "Who wants to see you? Why?"
The young monk hurriedly said: "He said his name was Si Kong and that he was here to see Zen Master Zhiyuan. His eyes were still covered with cloth, and he seemed to be blind. However, I felt that he was not blind because he walked steadily. He is no different from ordinary people, it seems that there is no difference to him whether he has eyes or not."
"Amitabha! How good it is! Mortals see all things with their mortal eyes, but some people see all things with their mind's eyes. If you understand, please invite him in!"
"Yes!" The little monk realized that he ran out in a hurry. He felt that the child had not learned to run seriously and always felt like he was stumbling and about to fall.
Soon, Zhuowu came in with the man named Si Kong.
Abbot Zhijue stood up and came to him. Before he could speak, Si Kongkang immediately raised his hands and saluted, saying: "Abbot Zhijue, Si Kongkang, when he was traveling, he passed by Lannuo Temple and met Zhiyuan. The Zen master is interested in discussing Zen, and now I have something to do, so I came to visit him."
Abbot Zhijue looked Sikong up and down, then frowned and said, "Donor Sikong, please forgive me for speaking so bluntly, you have a lot of demonic energy in you."
Sikong smiled miserably and said: "To be honest, I was struck by a demon inside me. When I entered Lannuo Temple, I felt the Buddha's light shining all over me, and the demonic energy in my body became increasingly chaotic and difficult to suppress."
"Ah! Demon!" The little monk who realized this was so frightened that he took a step back. He looked up and down at the white-clothed young man in front of him in disbelief. He felt that he was as gentle and elegant as a lush forest and bamboo, and his every move was elegant. How could he have anything to do with the demon? ?
Si Kong reached out and touched the cloth band covering his eyes, and then said: "Abbot Zhijue, do you know this thing?"
Abbot Zhijue nodded and said, "It's the Great Formless Curse!"
Si Kong nodded and said: "This was a gift from Zen Master Zhiyuan back then. He predicted that I would have a calamity, but I didn't expect it to come true. Now it is difficult to control the demonic energy in my body, and I can only suppress it with the help of the Great Wuxiang Fu Curse. , once I take off the cloth belt, the devil's breath will be uncontrollable, and I will be completely possessed."
Abbot Zhijue clasped his hands together, the Buddha beads on his chest shone brightly, and sighed: "Senior Brother Zhiyuan is devoted to understanding Zen, and the Zen method has penetrated the heaven and earth, so he can predict the disaster of Sikong Donor today. But my brother Zhiyuan was eleven years ago He has passed away, and his relationship with the donor is still thin, Amitabha! How good, how good!"
Sikong frowned on his fair forehead, his whole body trembled slightly, and his face became paler. He hurriedly asked: "Abbot Zhijue, I wonder if there is anyone in Lannuo Temple who has learned this Great Formless Curse?"
Abbot Zhijue said: "If I guess correctly, Donor Sikong wants to use the Great Wuxiang Curse to suppress the demonic breath in your body?"
Si Kong nodded: "That's right, the Buddhist blessing left by Zen Master Zhiyuan has gradually weakened. The only solution for now is to seek out eminent monks and use the great help of
The magic spell helps me suppress the evil energy in my body again. "
Abbot Zhijue said: "The Great Invisibility Mantra is a secret mantra of Buddhism. It is so profound that even I cannot understand it..."
"Ah! Even Abbot Zhijue can't achieve enlightenment. It seems that God will not save me..."
"Uh... Donor Sikong, actually... there is still someone in Lannuo Temple who has mastered the Great Formless Curse."
Si Kong was overjoyed and said hurriedly: "Who is it?!"
Abbot Zhijue hesitated to speak, and finally shook his head and sighed: "No dust."
"Master Wuchen?"
Abbot Zhijue sighed:
"Eleven years ago, Senior Brother Zhiyuan had a premonition that he was about to pass away, so he told me that shortly after his death, a Yunshui monk named Wuchen would come to Lannuo Temple to have peace. He and Wuchen once met We are very close to each other, so I hope I can take Wuchen into Lannuo Temple."
"Unexpectedly, when the Wuchen monk came, I realized that I had been deceived by Senior Brother Zhiyuan again! Alas, Senior Brother Zhiyuan has been weird and weird all his life and likes to play tricks on people. I didn't expect that before he passed away, he would not forget to trick me. A handful!"
"Haha! Why do you say that?" Although Si Kong had not gotten along with Zen Master Zhiyuan for a short time, he was well aware of his temper. Although he was already an eighty-two-year-old man, his teasing nature had not diminished at all.
He remembered that he had suffered a lot of losses from the old monk. For example, when he was playing chess and saw that he could not win against the opponent, Zen Master Zhiyuan said that the wine was almost gone and tricked Si Bang into getting up to get the wine. He waited for Si Kong to get the wine. But the old monk had secretly changed the chess pieces and turned defeat into victory. He was very shameless and looked at him with a smile on his face.
