No return to the north.
That Buddha's chant that resounded throughout the world made the Scorpion King feel like he was facing a formidable enemy, so he left Jiang Yuebai behind and fled.
Jiang Yuebai was almost buried underground and couldn't get out. After a lot of effort, he finally got out of the ground holding the flower pot.
She shook off the dust, stood up from the grassless gravel hill, looked back at the battlefield to the south, and was shocked by the majestic golden sand lotus.
The temple on the mountain is like a tomb, and the golden lotus made of yellow sand grows under the tomb to pay homage to the souls of the dead.
Jiang Yuebai moved his gaze away from the yellow sand and golden lotus and looked at the small figure in the sky that could not be ignored.
Looking from her side, the figure was no bigger than the palm of a hand, but it gave Jiang Yuebai the feeling of staring at the golden light of the scorching sun, burning his eyes.
That momentum reminded Jiang Yuebai of the first time he met the Supreme Elder.
"Is that... a deity?"
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On the battlefield, everyone bowed their heads and the monsters dispersed.
Even the three Nascent Soul stage monsters that had not emerged from the ground fled decisively, not daring to compete with the Avatar.
Wuzong Jindan Zhenren and other disciples looked pale and stayed where they were, not daring to move.
Everyone in the Buddhist sect was overjoyed, and they clasped their hands to worship, because the old man with a white beard in the sky, wearing a cassock and holding a Zen staff in his hand, was a Buddha.
The earth shook and strong winds raged, but no matter how hard Ruosheng tried, the old monk only had to stand there, and the yellow sand golden lotus began to collapse from the top, and the sand poured down like a waterfall.
"If you are alive, why don't you show your body yet?"
The old monk asked softly, and the yellow sand rolled up into a slender tornado from the ground, straight into the sky, and gathered into a human shape in front of the old monk, changing back to the appearance of the white-robed monk.
Seeing him, the eyes of everyone below suddenly became hot.
Ruosheng's eyes were bloodshot and he stared at the old monk, his voice coming out from between his teeth.
"You didn't come back then, why are you coming today!!"
Ruosheng had seen the old monk's portrait at his master's place. According to his seniority, he had to call the old monk Master, Master Wuchen!
"Amitabha, I am late, but it is not too late for you. Come back to the Vajra Platform with me. This is also your master's wish."
"Don't mention him to me! It was your Vajra Platform that didn't want him in the first place! It was your Vajra Platform that refused to save him and watched the destruction of Prajna Temple. You didn't care about it for so many years? Now I want revenge, why do you want me? Is it safe to turn back?"
If he roars in anger, Monk Wuchen is always calm.
"Back then, when Minghai sealed the ghost clan, Lao Na joined forces with the two gods of Guiyuan Sword Sect and Tianyan Sect. They consumed their original energy so much that their cultivation almost fell to the level of Nascent Soul."
"I have been in seclusion until today. I only saw a letter from your master after I came out. He said that he had accepted a good disciple and wanted to send you to the Vajra Platform to be taught by my side."
"When the accident happened at Prajna Temple, Jingangtai did not receive any help letter. When we found out later, it was already too late. Although these old monks were in retreat, Jingangtai had gone to the quicksand area many times to look for the surviving disciples of Prajna Temple. Until now, Jingangtai On the sect’s mission list, this mission is still hanging in a conspicuous place.”
"That's enough!" Ruosheng interrupted Monk Wuchen, "What's the use of telling me this now? My master is dead and the Prajna Temple is gone!"
Monk Wuchen sighed, "Since you know that people cannot be resurrected after death, why do you want to implicate innocent people?"
"Innocent?" Ruosheng sneered, "Aren't the people in Prajna Temple innocent? When they killed, did they consider innocence? Isn't it good for me to kill all these sinful people and then build the Paradise Buddha Land? ?”
Wuchen clasped his hands together and said, "In all the worlds, evil people will not exist, good people will live forever, and those who have murderous intentions will die from heaven and earth. In the vastness, they will have their own retribution. If you are alive, if you continue like this, you will become a demon."
Ruosheng flicked his sleeves and said, "If the Buddha doesn't help me, I will abandon the Buddha and become a demon! I don't care about the cause and effect in the world, I just want to be clear in my heart! If you stand in my way today, I will be burned to death, and I will step over you!"
"As long as I have one breath left, I will destroy all the eight sects in the Quicksand Region and rebuild the Prajna Temple on their bones to pay homage to the dead souls!"
Ruosheng's body spread out, rolled up the yellow sand and turned into thousands of butcher knives, killing everyone below.
"Amitabha."
With a shout of Buddha's name, the yellow sand butcher's knife disappeared silently at the moment when everyone was looking at him in horror.
The wind was strong and the sky was full of sand. Ruosheng once again gathered his giant hand of yellow sand and slapped the crowd fiercely.
The powerful palm dispersed silently again.
Get together again and again and disperse again and again.
No matter how hard Ruosheng works, this is the case.
"Why? Why exactly?"
Powerlessness and despair broke out in Ruosheng's heart. Monk Wuchen just stood there quietly, like a god or Buddha.
Let all his years of painstaking arrangements be in vain, let him be unable to do anything, let him watch these damn people, from fear to frivolity, with ridicule in their eyes, and never have the slightest regret...!
Buddha, why do you protect these evil people?
Where is his Buddha?
"If you are alive, don't be stubborn and go back with me."
If Ruosheng appears, his body is whiter than snow, standing among the group of disciples of various sects holding butcher knives in their hands and covered in blood, not stained by the dust.
Ruosheng's eyes were blood red and a little moist, his clenched fists gradually loosened and he smiled.
"It seems that today, I really can't be kind anymore."
As soon as the words fell, Ruosheng burned his origin crazily, and the whole body did not return to the sea. The long yellow sand floated into the sky, and every grain of sand was golden and shining.
Just like the day Ruosheng came into the world, the golden light tore through the darkness and illuminated the heaven and earth.
In the middle of the mirage, a temple and a bodhi tree appeared. Under the tree, a monk whose face could not be seen clearly was sitting upright and reciting scriptures.
"Contemplating the Bodhisattva, deep in the Prajnaparamita for a long time, I see that the five aggregates are all empty, and I can survive all the hardships..."
Amidst the bursts of Sanskrit sounds, the surging spiritual power of heaven and earth compressed and condensed in every grain of sand, and with the will to burn like jade and stone, everything was about to be buried.
Everyone was suppressed in place, feeling the fear and despair of death.
"well……"
With a faint sigh, Monk Wuchen threw the purple gold alms bowl, and the surging power swept across the entire Sea of No Return in an instant.
All the sand with Ruosheng's will gathered into a river, rolled up, and was sucked into the purple golden bowl.
The wind was howling, and Ruo Sheng was unwilling to be angry, but even if he tried his best, exhausted all his energy and even exposed himself, he still couldn't compete with Monk Wuchen.
The 'body' was about to be swallowed up completely by the purple-gold bowl, and Ruosheng's furious voice resounded throughout the world.
"Wuchen Bald Donkey, when I return, I will definitely overturn this quicksand area!!"
boom!
The sand in the purple golden bowl suddenly exploded, and the aftermath swept across the world, and everyone was severely knocked away by the air waves.
If you cut off your tail to survive, a handful of yellow sand will disappear out of thin air.
Monk Wuchen stood motionless in the sandstorm, turning his head to look north.
At the same time, on the gravel hill in the north, the flowerpot Jiang Yuebai placed on the ground suddenly shattered, and a thin stream of yellow sand rushed out from it, approaching her door.
At the critical moment, the talisman lights around the flowerpot shone, and the trickle of yellow sand hit the formation of light.
boom! Bang bang!
Jiang Yuebai retreated on guard, seeing that the trickle of yellow sand was impatient and kept hitting the barrier.
Fortunately, after she was overshadowed by Mo Baichun, she took precautions and embedded a formation plate under the flowerpot early just in case.
"Jiang Yuebai, don't you want the spiritual things of heaven and earth? As long as you swear an oath to avenge Prajna Temple, my self-destructive spiritual consciousness will be swallowed by you!!"
There are double updates for the three days of New Year's Day, no additional updates.
(End of chapter)
