The sound of the three strings is not a rustle to call for troops, but a general who will fight to the death without regrets.
At this time, Li Xiuyuan was not thinking about the dead Yelu Qi, nor was he thinking about Yelu Mingzhu who was hurriedly stroking the string to kill the enemy outside Nanyun City.
Not even my sister Yueying who has left.
He was only thinking about Wu Xin and Jasmine, thinking that it was not easy for him to find his nephew after reincarnation, and it was not easy for him to transform from an ordinary gentleman.
Step by step towards the realm of saints, how can you allow the monsters in Honglian Temple to frame you?
In grief and anger, the strings and the platform of the piano soaked in the divine spring made three soul-stirring sounds, which went straight to the fat monk's right hand holding the white characters, the divine sea, and the chessboard.
The divine sea felt like it was being cut by a knife, and the fat monk looked like he was crazy, roaring...
There was a "pop!" sound, but the white piece in his hand split into two, instantly fell from his fingers and went to the chessboard.
The chessboard, which was as golden as jade, was attacked by the sound of the piano that suppressed the heaven and earth, as if it was stabbed at its weakest point by the thinnest steel knife.
"Crack!" With a sound, a complete chessboard split from the center, and finally spread out in all directions like a spider web.
The chess piece that split into two pieces fell onto the chessboard, barely landing on the two white characters... With a buzz, dozens more white characters flew out from the chessboard in an instant. The chessboard was alive, and instantly two or two black characters flew out of the black character box, making two living eyes out of the black character dragon that was originally about to die.
At this point, the fat monk has the power to recover, but he is afraid that he will never be able to defeat the price of losing his country.
After three cuts, the sound of Li Xiuyuan's piano was replaced by the meaning of resentment coming from the abyss under the Nine Netherworld. The sound of the piano was miserable, like Ksitigarbha sitting in front of a mountain, with a hundred thousand resentful souls talking and whispering.
At this time, the fat monk had completely fallen into the artistic conception of Qindao.
It was as if at this moment, the high platform under his feet became transparent, allowing him to look directly at the suppressed souls under the pagoda.
The resentful souls that had turned into bones opened their eyes one by one and looked at him coldly.
Most of them are cursing: "There is no Buddha in Honglian Temple, you devils will come down to accompany us sooner or later!"
"Monk, you are sorry, come down and accompany us!"
The roars, like bells urging death, rang in the fat monk's ears, but Li Xiuyuan, who was sitting on the futon not far away, showed no intention of stopping.
Although the strings he plucked between his fingers were no longer the sound of swords clashing and fighting together, they turned into countless steel needles like ox hair, stabbing into his divine sea in no particular order.
"Ah!" roared, and the fat monk opened his eyes wide and looked at Li Xiuyuan who was sitting in the corner, but his opponent was still brows anxiously, stroking the strings with both hands, not hurrying or slowing.
"How dare you come here to hurt me, you devil!"
In anger, the fat monk grabbed a handful of white chess pieces and waved them, like burning meteors, directly towards Li Xiuyuan who was playing the piano with his eyes closed.
"Buzz!" sounded, and at the moment when the meteor was about to hit Li Xiuyuan, an invisible light curtain rose.
It should be said that an invisible flame rises, the flame that burns everything, causing the meteor to burn the moment it touches it. Completely turned into a burning meteor.
At this time, the almost crazy accompanying monk no longer cared about being reserved, but rushed down the high platform, turned himself into a meteor and rushed towards Li Xiuyuan.
While roaring: "I'm still here, how can you ruin my chess game, I will fight you!"
Until this moment, Li Xiuyuan still hadn't woken up. He couldn't wake up so easily after being trapped in the artistic conception of the Divine Comedy.
At this time, the fat monk who transformed into a shooting star had already rushed in front of him, and just when he was about to punch Li Xiuyuan...
He found that two invisible flames suddenly appeared in his eyes!
At this time, Li Xiuyuan's whole body had already been ignited with an unknown divine fire. The moment the fat monk jumped out from the high platform, his fate was destined. Divine fire spurted out from the fat monk's eyes, and then spread throughout his body. In just a flash of lightning, he fell to the ground and turned into a burning pyro.
The difference is that when the divine fire burned, he didn't even have a chance to turn into black mist.
Finally, a pool of black blood appeared within three feet of Li Xiuyuan, but in the blink of an eye, the divine fire spread towards the black blood again.
The fat monk who wanted to suppress Li Xiuyuan with an end game turned into ashes after begging for mercy.
There was no sun and moon in the pagoda, and Li Xiuyuan could not summon the aura of heaven and earth to move him even if he played the divine music. He only relied on the purest Dharma and the most solemn sound of the piano to win over his opponent.
After playing the piano three times and thinking about what was going on in Honglian Temple today, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but murmur:
I still serve Yin and discuss its beauty.
Qi Huan's merit is the way to hegemony.
The nine princes unite, and the world is brought together.
…
When he opened his eyes, there was no fat monk in sight anymore, and the chessboard on the high platform had cracked.
Under the clear distinction between black and white, it is obvious at a glance that there are too many black stones and too many white stones.
Li Xiuyuan, who has never learned chess, defeated the chess master of Honglian Temple with the help of a soul-crushing divine song.
Li Xiuyuan, who understood the path of life and death, played the Requiem again. Finally, he no longer felt uneasy and worried about aging his appearance. ????????????????
This part of the world cannot be mobilized in the pagoda, otherwise even this part of the world cannot withstand the cleansing power of the Divine Comedy.
Silently putting away his guqin, Li Xiuyuan did not dare to pause at all.
He wanted to take advantage of the passage before he appeared, and engraved these runes on the four walls of the pagoda. He had to race against time to complete this process.
I saw him stepping on lotus flowers, and his body was like lightning, as if time had stopped at this moment.
There was deathly silence everywhere except for the clanging sound of the engraved knife in his hand on the walls and the sound of rustling dust falling.
The next floor is the seventh floor.
While silently carving runes one by one, Li Xiuyuan shouted in his heart: "Wait for me, I will kill the ninth level!"
…
When Li Xiuyuan came to the eighth floor of the pagoda, an old monk with a withered face who was guarding him looked at him and was speechless.
I don’t know how many years have passed, but no one has ever been able to pass the seventh floor of the pagoda, not even Wuxin Jasmine.
The two were brought to the ninth floor by the old monk from Honglian Temple without anger.
But Li Xiuyuan walked out calmly from the halfway passage, which really shocked him.
The old monk looked at Li Xiuyuan who was slowly approaching and couldn't help but ask: "Donor, can you tell me how you passed the test of the seventh floor of the pagoda?"
"I'm just lucky." Li Xiuyuan smiled lightly.
The old monk thought it was the most impossible level to pass, but he had the easiest time, and he didn't even have to fight.
After a soft response, the old monk stretched out his skinny fingers and stroked his few beards and said, "Can you tell me?"
Li Xiuyuan walked to the old monk and sat across from him. He leaned on the chair and said, "That guy picked a Buddhist scripture for me to memorize. I happened to have memorized this scripture before..."
No matter how he thought about it, he never imagined that he would be reenacting the scene in the Shura Heaven Realm.
That year, the little Taoist priest came down the mountain and was caught by bandits as a fat sheep. Finally, he was rescued by Overlord Chen.
For this reason, the little Taoist priest competed with the envoy of the Silver Moon Kingdom.
It was also at that time that Li Xiuyuan got acquainted with the old monk from Qianfo Temple. Unexpectedly, another monk wanted to memorize Buddhist scriptures by himself today.
What I chose was precisely the Buddhist scripture that has been integrated into my flesh and blood memory since I was a child...
Hearing the meaning of Li Xiuyuan's words, the old monk showed mercy and asked quietly: "Good, it seems everything is God's will. This pagoda should not have existed long ago."
A smile appeared on Li Xiuyuan's lips and he said, "Is it possible that the old monk is not a companion of the demon monk of Honglian Temple?"
The old monk showed a difficult smile and said quietly: "I am a poor monk who is the abbot of Honglian Temple..."
"Buzz!" With a sound, Li Xiuyuan felt like stars were popping up in his head. He looked at him and asked in disbelief: "Who is the demon monk who tricked me? Could it be that he is your junior brother?"
In his opinion, there are only two possibilities.
One is that the old monk in front of him is the abbot of Honglian Temple. What he saw without anger deceived the monks at Honglian Temple and detained the old monk here.
Also, the old monk in front of me was lying.
But he really couldn't think of it. Is it necessary for the old monk to speak?
The old monk sighed softly, and just as he was about to move his body, the iron chain binding his feet was pulled, making a clanking sound.
Li Xiuyuan looked down and saw that the old monk's feet were turned into bones and were still imprisoned by two cold iron chains. No wonder they made a clanging sound when he tried to move.
Without saying much, he took out the Samsara Sword and struck out with one strike!
I saw the purple lightning twisting and slashing away, and even the iron lotus made of ten thousand years of cold iron broke off after hearing the sound.
After helping the old monk regain his freedom, Li Xiuyuan took out another half pot of spiritual wine and took out two wine glasses and placed them on the table.
He smiled faintly and said: "Fortunately you met me, otherwise, even in heaven and on earth, I'm afraid there would be no elixir to restore your dead flesh and blood. "
After saying that, regardless of whether Lao Shang believed it or not, he picked up a glass and drank it in one gulp.
Then he took out a plate of dried meat and put it on the table, picked it up and gnawed it together. While eating, he said: "Senior, you can drink two more cups, eat a few more pieces of meat, and watch me overturn this demon tower."
After saying that, he stood up, holding the sword in one hand and the engraved knife in the other.
Even on the last floor of the pagoda, he had to carve the last rune formation here, and then take the old monk to see Wu Xin and Jasmine.
The old monk saw that Li Xiuyuan just drank a glass of wine and ate a piece of meat before going to carve an inscription on the pagoda, so it was not easy for him to interfere.
Instead, he stretched out his trembling hands, picked up the glass of spiritual wine in front of him, put it to his lips and sniffed it gently.
I just tasted it briefly, and then burst into tears... I originally thought that my vitality was gradually losing, and I was afraid that my last bit of cultivation would be refined by this demon tower.
Unexpectedly, Li Xiuyuan, who was going to save people on the ninth floor, was waiting for him.
At this moment, the old monk's body was like a desert that had dried up for thousands of years and finally received a spiritual spring.
Gradually, the old monk found that his hands, which were like dead branches, gradually gained a trace of blood, and then gradually lost the power of flesh and blood.
So he poured another glass of spiritual wine. After drinking the third glass of spiritual wine, he felt that even his withered legs were gradually growing flesh and blood.
Silently, he picked up the dried meat on the table and started to bite into it one bite at a time.
Since he can't die, he will follow the young man in front of him to break out of the pagoda and go to Honglian Temple to eliminate the devil wearing Buddha's clothes.
Li Xiuyuan knew that the old man would recover when needed, just in time to engrave this great formation, but he was murmuring in his heart that such a pure place of Buddhism had turned into this.
Even the abbot master was imprisoned in the pagoda by external monsters. If he hadn't met him to save Wu Xin, he might have ended up dead in the end.
Although it was the last magic circle, he did not dare to be careless at all. He did not turn back to the old monk until the last stroke was made.
Looking at the old monk who had regained some vitality and energy, Li Xiuyuan laughed and said, "Yes, that demon monk Wu Ai in the tower also looks like this."
The old monk clasped his hands and thanked him, with faint traces of tears still on his face.
Li Xiuyuan shook his head, looked at the old monk and asked, "Senior, how do I get through this level? Is it possible that I have to write another painting?"
The old monk shook his head and replied coldly: "No, you just need to wave your sword to defeat the devil!"
