Fantasy Starts With The Ancient Eucharist

Chapter 327-The Unpredictable Adventure

The ghost of Sakyamuni was pale and muttered to himself: “You are obviously just a worldly person with unbroken emotions and fetters, why do you have such a profound understanding of Dharma…”

“The so-called shave and clean the head, avoid the fishy, ​​cut off the seven emotions and six desires, these kinds of rules are all shackles laid down by the Protoss in order to restrain you.”

Xiao Lin smiled and said: “You didn’t realize this at all, let alone trying to break free from the shackles. All the Buddhism insights are naturally the hypocrisy that God wants you to insight.”

“Underworld Emperor Xiao Lin, listening to your advice today, these tens of millions of years of poor monks are really wasted.”

Sakyamuni ghost emperor laughed and shook his head hoarsely: “Let’s do it.”

“To die in the hands of someone like you, the poor monk is willing and has no complaints.”

“I don’t have to kill you.”

Xiao Lin said blankly: “As long as you are willing to hand over the ghost and Buddha two heart lotus and tell me how to use it, I will never embarrass you.”

“impossible.”

Shakya Ghost Emperor shook his head without hesitation, “Although the poor monk is a Buddhist disciple, he is also one of the leaders of the underworld.”

“Even if I die today, I can’t give up the cupped hands of the ghost and Buddha and the two heart lotus cupped hands, so that you can do what you want!”

Before he finished his words, Mohe and other monks and ghosts all knelt behind the ghost emperor Sakyamuni, shouting loudly: “Emperor Sakyamuni decided to die, and I and my disciples are willing to go to Yellow Springs together!”

“Why is it so paranoid?”

Xiao Lin sighed slightly, the Underworld Opening Sacred Axe held in his palm.

“In that case, the emperor will be good fortune and wait!”

The axe lingers around the rich Ghost Qi, transforming into a sharp wind.

Just as Xiao Lin was about to raise an axe in his hand to kill all the monks in front of him, a figure fell from the sky and appeared in front of him.

“Donor Xiao, please be merciful!”

Xiao Lin was startled slightly, this murderous axe stagnated in mid-air.

He fixed his eyes and saw that standing in front of him was an old monk with white beard and eyebrows, kind eyebrows, dressed in a red Kasaya, and leaning on a rotten wooden staff.

“It’s you?”

This one who suddenly appeared and rescued the ghost emperor Sakyamuni and other monks and ghosts from his own hands was the abbot of the Fire God of Xizhou Yanshen Temple!

“Abbot of Vulcan, why are you here?!”

Xiao Lin’s pupils shrunk slightly, and he said in amazement: “I heard that Xizhou was slaughtered by the gods before, didn’t even you… have not escaped their evil hands?”

“When the Protoss slaughtered Xizhou, the poor monks happened to be playing in Zhongzhou, so they survived.”

The abbot of Vulcan smiled and said: “And the poor monk happened to find this entrance, so he came in to have a fun. I didn’t expect to meet Xiao Donor. It was a wonderful fate.”

Seeing the abbot of Vulcan with a kind and sincere smile, the corner of Xiao Lin’s mouth twitched slightly.

How can anyone have nothing to do to go to the underworld to play? He traveled thousands of miles to the ghost territory of the South China Sea, and suddenly appeared at the moment when he was about to do it.

What’s more, it was because of the guidance of Vulcan abbot that he resolutely came to the underworld to rescue Heavenly Shield.

Sure enough, this bad old man couldn’t believe a word.

The ghost emperor Shakya was slightly startled, his face was shocked: “God of Fire?”

“Sakyamuni? You’re here too, long time no see.”

The abbot of Vulcan and Emperor Sakyamuni separately inspected Daoan, like old friends who have not seen each other for a long time.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Lin couldn’t help frowning tightly.

This Vulcan abbot is actually an old acquaintance with the ghost emperor Sakyamuni, one of the five ghost emperors of the underworld?

It seems that I still underestimated him in the past.

“Donor Xiao, the poor monk remembers that we once had an agreement.”

The Vulcan abbot smiled and said: “You promised to the poor monks that in the future, even if the world is bloody and slaughtered, you will never destroy a temple or kill a monk.”

“This, of course I haven’t forgotten it.”

Xiao Lin sighed slightly, and said helplessly, “But the reason I did this was out of helplessness.”

“I was instructed by you to come to the underworld to rescue Heavenly Shield, but now I have successfully rescued her after all sorts of hardships and dangers, but I am trapped in the underworld and cannot leave.”

“The Protoss slaughtered Xizhou and Nanzhou successively, and the situation in the Cangwu Continent was at stake. I couldn’t delay too much time here in the underworld, so I came to ask the ghost emperor Sakyamuni for the two-heart lotus of ghost and Buddha.”

After listening to Xiao Lin’s words carefully, the abbot of Vulcan turned to the ghost emperor Sakyamuni, “Is that right, Sakyamuni?”

“Exactly.”

Sakyamuni Ghost Emperor nodded, and said coldly, “But it is absolutely impossible for me to hand the two heart lotus of ghost and Buddha into the hands of an enemy who is opposite to the entire underworld!”

“Sakyamuni, this Xiao donor is not as simple as you think.”

The abbot of Vulcan smiled faintly, and whispered softly in the ear of Sakyamuni Ghost Emperor.

The ghost emperor Sakyamuni was stunned for a while, then his eyes widened suddenly, his eyes full of incredible surprise.

“You… are you telling the truth?”

“Could it be that this Underworld Emperor Xiao Lin is…”

Abbot Vulcan stopped him and made a “silence” gesture.

Xiao Lin watched the two monks whispering to the side, and his eyes grew more confused.

“Is there anything you can’t let me listen to, you must speak behind my back?”

“nothing.”

Abbot Vulcan shook his head, smiled and said, “Sakyamuni, look…”

“Needless to say, the poor monk understands.”

Sakyamuni Ghost emperor sighed slightly, and slapped his palm heavily on his chest.

I saw purple light lingering in his palm, and he took out a delicate Lotus flower from his chest.

This Lotus flower has dozens of petals, which are divided into black and white like Tai Chi Eight Trigrams. The white petals on the left are full of Buddha light, and the black petals on the right are surrounded by Ghost Qi.

“This is the ghost and buddha two-heart lotus you are looking for.”

The ghost emperor Sakyamuni said in a deep voice, “This ghost-buddha two-heart lotus is a ghost weapon made by poor monks who have collected thousands of flowers from the other side of the South China Sea for many years, combined with their own Spirit Power and Ghost Qi.”

“You are also a body of spirit and ghost. As long as you pour your Spirit Power and Ghost Qi into the two-color petals respectively, you can summon the Buddha’s light to come and take you to and from any world in the world.”

At this time, when they were far apart, Xiao Lin could clearly feel the mysterious power contained in the two-heart lotus of ghost and Buddha.

“I see.”

Xiao Lin squinted his eyes and nodded, and slowly walked forward, “I am not a bandit, and I will not snatch your treasure. This ghost and buddha two-heart lotus can be borrowed by me.”

“When I return to the Cangwu Continent, whether it’s life or death, I will definitely send someone to the underworld to return this ghost and Buddha two-heart lotus to the original owner.”

Just as Xiao Lin was about to take over the two heart lotus of ghost and Buddha, the Abbot of Vulcan suddenly said: “Don’t worry, Xiao donor!”

Xiao Lin turned his head in confusion: “Abbot Vulcan, what else is there?”

“The poor monk just made a divination for you, and found that you were covered by a cloud of clouds.”