As Maha's golden body was completely refined, he showed a look of pain in the lotus, and his face was slightly distorted. Even after many years of meditation, he could not bear such severe pain.
"Your Majesty is also an expert. Why humiliate this old monk? Please give him a good time!"
Facing death, this Turkic national master, Evil Buddha Maha, did not lose his masterly demeanor. He did not scream or beg for mercy, and his eyes even showed a hint of relief and calmness.
He said something that puzzled Li Daoxuan.
"Finally I can no longer hear the disturbing Sanskrit sound."
Li Dao
"snort!"
An old voice sounded, and the old Heavenly Master appeared on the mountain peak, leaning on a cane and his Bagua Taoist robes fluttering in the wind.
He stared at the Mahayang God in the real fire, and said coldly: "Tell me where Mahayang is, and the old Taoist will give you a pleasure."
Maha's physical body has been completely burned by the real fire, leaving only a layer of shining Yang Shen, but it is also getting weaker and weaker in the real fire.
After a monk enters the realm of Yang God, his soul changes from pure yin to pure yang, and his toughness is ten thousand times better than that of ordinary people. Not only can he leave his body freely under the sun, but he can also extract the essence of the sun, the flames that can burn evil spirits to death. , to Yang Shen, it is like a hot spring.
But it is a pity that what Maha is facing is not an ordinary flame, but the Samadhi True Fire, which is famous in Taoism!
Under the real fire, Maha was enduring the pain of being burned by the flames every moment, and the Yang Shen evaporated inch by inch.
But the strange thing is that after losing Jin, he actually became a lot more indifferent, no longer obsessed with life and death, and even showed a smile, quite Zen-like.
"Amitabha, the old monk would like to thank you all for giving me the peace I have not seen for a long time."
"As for the leader of Moro..."
He hesitated for a moment, then finally shook his head and said, "Old monk, I can't say that."
Seeing that Maha was still calm and composed under the burning of the true fire of Samadhi, the old Heavenly Master looked deeply and sighed: "Ma He, you are also a person. It is not easy to achieve your current level of cultivation. Why do you need to do this?" Is Namoluo buried with him?"
"The old Taoist can promise you that as long as you tell the whereabouts of Moro, although he can't spare your life, he can let you reincarnate. Maybe in the next life, you can still continue to practice and even have greater fortunes."
The words of the Heavenly Master are not unattractive. For a powerful person in the Yangshen Realm, death may not be scary. What is really scary is losing one's soul and not even having the chance to be reincarnated.
Being able to reincarnate leaves a glimmer of hope.
Mohe's eyes moved slightly, but he still refused. He seemed to have let go of some obsession, and his whole body felt relieved.
"Amitabha, even if I reincarnate ten times, I'm afraid I won't encounter such a great blessing as this life again, and even...I don't want to practice anymore."
He clasped his hands together, looked attentive, and suddenly recited a Zen poem.
"I am originally a guest in the mountains, staying among Xuanshui."
"I met a monk on the river by chance and mistakenly formed a bond with Bodhi."
"The sound of Sanskrit has lasted for ninety years, and my dreams are boundless."
"I will go alone today and count three thousand."
Rays of golden light appeared on his thin soul. Although it was not as bright as the previous golden body, it looked very pure. Even in the true fire of Samadhi, it still did not change its color.
But this is more like a flashback, an epiphany before death.
At this moment, Maha seemed to have the aura of a great monk. Unfortunately, no matter what kind of enlightenment he had, he could not escape the burning fire of Samadhi.
The empress in green frowned slightly. It was easy to kill Maha now, but the problem was how to force him to reveal the whereabouts of Maha?
If it were an ordinary person's soul, even if it was a monk's Yin Shen, she could cast a spell to forcibly search for the soul. However, Maha was a top monk in the late Yang Shen stage. The Yang Shen was stable and as solid as a rock, so the soul searching technique would not work at all.
Li Daoxuan was recalling Maha's Zen poem. He always felt that there was some big secret hidden in this poem.
Li Chunfeng once gave him information about Maha.
This man appeared almost out of nowhere. He was already a Yang god when he came to prominence. He used his great supernatural powers to help Jili Khan pacify the Turkic civil strife and became the Turkic national master.
It stands to reason that any powerful Yang god has its own growth path, but Maha is an exception. Before he appeared in the Turks, there was almost no record or trace of him.
This person seemed to appear out of thin air, and the first half of his life was completely blank.
If the secrets of Maha can be dug out, I believe that the Moro Cult will come to light. Li Daoxuan can now basically confirm that Maha is the deputy leader of the Moro Cult!
"Haha, sister, please put away the Samadhi True Fire first. Don't accidentally burn him to death, otherwise your Qing Ming Envoy will be unhappy."
When everyone was silent, Taizhen suddenly made a joke and smiled.
The Heavenly Master glanced at her, the wrinkles on his face relaxed, and said with a smile: "Girl, you have the most evil ideas. So you must have thought of a way to make him speak?"
The misunderstanding from back then has been solved. Taizhen has returned the ancestor's treasure and explained the reason for stealing the book.
Over the years, Master Tian gradually let go of that grudge. In a dream, he once told his wife about Taizhen. After her wife listened, she asked him a question.
"Are you angry now because she stole the treasure, or because she doesn't trust you and Qian Yang?"
The Heavenly Master thought about it carefully at that time and felt that the reason why he was so angry was probably the latter.
He considers himself not a pedantic person who does not know how to adapt. For example, there are rules in Longhu Mountain, and the "Shangqing Dadong Sutra" cannot be practiced by non-celestial masters, but he just integrated it into the boxing method and tried to pass it on to Zhenlian. Fulfill each other's long-cherished wish.
If Taizhen really had some last resort difficulties, he might not give her the Zhengyi Alliance Power Talisman after discussing it with him.
It's just that this child who grew up in Longhu Mountain has too many secrets. In the end, she did not trust her master and ancestors, but chose to do it herself.
However, after learning about her reasons for stealing the Zhengyi League's mighty talisman, the disappointment and anger in the old master's heart became much less, and he even felt a lot of pity for her.
"Sure enough, I can't hide anything from you, Master!"
Taizhen smiled sweetly, then stepped forward and said: "I once accidentally saw a tormenting spell that can turn a person's soul into pigs, dogs, cattle, sheep, etc., and even turn it into a smelly stone in a latrine. , and this spell has no time limit. Once it is cast, unless I unlock the spell, he will only be a stinking stone for the rest of his life."
Hearing this, Li Daoxuan felt a chill go down his back.
This spell is really evil. Back then, Master liked to suppress enemies in pits. Why did Senior Sister also have this hobby?
Is this the unique temperament of Master's lineage?
At this moment, a warm and mellow voice sounded, easy-going and friendly.
"Amitabha, all you real people, can you please give Maha a happy treat for the sake of this poor monk?"
A figure fell from the sky, wearing a yellow shabby cassock, bare chest and belly, with a simple and honest face, always with a bit of a smile on his face, like a living Maitreya.
"Master Sanle!"
Li Daoxuan's eyes lit up. He didn't expect that when meeting an old friend in a foreign land, Master Sanle would appear here.
Master Sanle was an eminent monk whom he respected, but he still shook his head and said: "Master, Maha is most likely the deputy leader of the Moro Sect. We cannot let him go like this."
Sanle clasped his palms together and looked at Maha's thin Yangshen with a look of pity.
"Little friend Li is wrong. He is not the deputy leader of the Moro Cult."
"How does the master know?"
San Le let out a long sigh.
"Because the poor monk is the one."
