dude is so righteous

Now, Luo Hong couldn't wait to find a place where no one was around after solving Luo Qiye's matter, and carefully calculate the sinful harvest this time.

However, the monks of Wangchuan Temple played it out again and again.

Luo Hong also became a little angry from embarrassment.

"At the beginning, King Zhenbei brought me Qibo here to take advantage of the cleanliness of Wangchuan Temple to soothe Qibo's madness caused by madness. You put him in the Buddha well like a prison, but now, I When the Luo family came to see Uncle Qi, they had to go through many hurdles."

"What's the meaning"

Luo Hongdao.

Master Farrow sighed, what can he say

Wangchuan Temple had no reason, Luo Qiye originally only lived in the side courtyard of Wangchuan Temple, but one day, Luo Qiye went crazy, demolished the side courtyard, and injured several monks, the head of the Buddha ordered, seal it in a Buddhist well

Thinking about it now, it seems that there are many tricks in it.

Although Luo Qiye was insane, he entered Wangchuan Temple and was influenced by Buddhist thoughts. In a pure place, he was always accompanied by the ancient Buddha with blue lanterns.

Master Faro felt that maybe since then, the Buddha head and the Xia family joined hands.

Luo Hong didn't say anything more, raised his hand, and pressed it on the dilapidated stone gate of the ancient temple.

Rumble

The stone door was pushed open, accompanied by the sound of creaking and rattling of chains.

A strong energy suddenly burst out.

Blind Yuan, Zhao Xinghe, and Situ Wei all took a step in front of Luo Hong with their faces frozen.

The aura of the three first-rank masters engulfed the real dragon-like coercion of heaven and earth. It seemed that a dragon roared and descended from the sky, colliding with the aura and coercion erupting from the Buddha Well Hall.

boom

The three of them were actually oppressed by this imposing coercion, and kept retreating.

Every time the three of them took a step back, they would step on the ground with footprints half a finger deep.

They raised their heads in shock, but they found that although the clothes on Luo Hong's body were rattling, his face was calm and unmoved amidst this aura.

Luo Hong resisted the pressure even the three of them could not bear.

Is the son still human?

But Luo Hong leaned on the Ksitigarbha sword and pushed open the door, feeling the terrifying coercion, but his expression did not change much.

Although this coercion is strong, it is nothing compared to the coercion that seems to be facing an entire huge world when sitting cross-legged on the black lotus platform.

The tip of the Ksitigarbha sword rubbed against the ground, and he stepped into the Buddha Well Hall.

As soon as you enter the Fojing Hall, you will see a huge atrium as wide as a square, surrounded by luxuriant old trees that stand up from the sky, covering a shadow.

On that land, there are 81 ancient wells, the mouth of each ancient well is as big as the roof of a house, and each one is covered with manhole covers made of heavy refined iron.

Luo Hong glanced at the Buddhist well, his gaze moved sideways, and he landed on the three old monks sitting cross-legged in the altar covered with frost moss and traces of time.

The bodies of the three old monks were covered with thick dust, as if they hadn't moved for decades, they merged with the altar and turned into Buddha statues.

And that terrifying coercion of heaven and earth was released from the bodies of the three old monks.

There are chains one after another, along the Buddhist wells one after another, connecting the old monks in the three Buddhist niches.

Suddenly, an old monk with dusty eyebrows shook off the dust of the years, opened his eyes full of vicissitudes, and looked at Luo Hong.

The other two old monks also opened their eyes in the altar and looked at Luo Hong.

The pressure between heaven and earth suddenly became huge, like three true Buddhas overlooking Luo Hong.

"Xia Luohong, the grandson of King Zhenbei, if he wants to see Qiboluo Xiaobei, please make it easier for the three monks."

Luo Hong looked at the three old monks and said.

He couldn't see through the strength of the three old monks, but it could be inferred that these three old monks were definitely very strong.

Words linger among the ancient temples full of time.

There was no response, and the three old monks all opened their cloudy eyes and looked at Luo Hong.

They stared blankly.

After a long time, an old monk whose face was shriveled like the bark of a thousand-year-old tree laughed.

"Carrying the 8000-year Buddhist fortune of Wangchuan Temple"

"The relationship between the donor and the Buddha is both a blessing and a sin."

The old monk said.

Luo Hong held the Dizang sword in his hand, dressed in white, let out a breath, and said slowly: "I know, the senior will open the Buddhist well only after the order of the Buddha's head, let me see Uncle Qi."

"However, the Buddha's head was sealed by my teacher, Master, under the ten thousand Buddha bell that was smashed and condensed again, and sealed for a period of sixty years. There should be no chance to issue orders."

The old monk laughed, how could he fail to hear the meaning behind Luo Hong's words, Luo Hong is using his master to oppress him.

"Heaven and earth have rules, stronger than a master, you must abide by the rules"

"Otherwise the order of the world will collapse, there will be a lot of evil spirits, and the people will die."

The old monk said.

"Therefore, the rules must be followed. Since the benefactor has no order from the Buddha's head, if he wants to meet the sinners under the Buddha's well, he should follow the rules."

The words fall.

The old monk sitting cross-legged in the altar stretched out his hand and pushed it forward slowly.

Before Luo Hong could react, he felt that his mind was shaking, and he was being pulled into a mysterious world.

And outside Fojing Temple.

Blind Yuan tilted his head with a stern expression.

Zhao Xinghe and Situ Wei also frowned, a little uneasy.

It was very dangerous for Luo Hong to face the three old monks from Wangchuan Temple alone. The strength of those three old monks was unfathomable. If he showed any malicious intentions, Luo Hong would definitely suffer.

Master Farrow clasped his palms together.

"Amitabha, don't worry, the three benefactors. Now the 8000-year Buddhist luck of Wangchuan Temple is carried on the body of the benefactor Luo. The predecessors will not kill the benefactor Luo."

As soon as these words came out, the three felt relieved.

"However, at this moment, Donor Luo has entered the spiritual realm arranged by seniors. If Donor Luo wants to meet Donor Luo Xiaobei, he must break the trap set by seniors."

"This is the rule of Wangchuan Temple."

Master Farrow said.

Spiritual battle

The hearts of Yuan Xiazi and three people who had just fallen down suddenly lifted up again.

Spiritual confrontation is the deadliest, Luo Hong is only a fourth-rank monk, how can he compete with this kind of old monk who has cultivated for hundreds of years?

Isn't this bullying?

But at this moment, Luo Hong felt that everything in the world was changing.

When he opened his eyes, he found a huge square appeared in front of him. On the square, there seemed to be one after another Buddha's light, interlaced horizontally and vertically, forming a huge chessboard.

On the opposite side of the chessboard, the old monk sitting cross-legged in the altar sat on the ground.

Luo Hong turned his face slightly, and he could see a chess box beside him, which was full of round black chess pieces.

"Amitabha."

"The rules of Wangchuan Temple, if a benefactor wants to see someone from Fojing, he must break the chess game. This chess is not a game of chess, but only of Zen."

"Even if it is the Heavenly Man Linchen behind the Tianmen, it is the same."

"Even if the master comes in person, we need to break the situation first."

The old monk in the altar said lightly.

"If you fail to break the game, you may be haunted by demons, you will be unhappy, and you will have no ambitions for half your life. If you don't always accompany the ancient Buddha with the blue lamp, you will have trouble sleeping and eating. Donor, please think twice before acting."

Luo Hong nodded, indicating that he knew.

He sat cross-legged, and when he sat down, he entered the game, and naturally he had no regrets when he entered the game.

He stretched out his hand and picked up a sunspot in the chess box.

Quick battle, he is still in a hurry to finish the matter here, find a place where there is no one to see the sinful harvest, watch the sinful harvest as early as possible, Luo Hong is afraid that if it is too late, the sin will disappear unconsciously.

The old monk in the altar was speechless when he saw that Luo Hong sat down without hesitation.

Although the spiritual game has little effect on the cultivation base, the improvement of the spiritual level is actually inextricably linked to the cultivation base.

This young son of Zhenbei Wangfu is really a little overbearing.

I'm afraid I'll regret it later if I get mentally damaged.

All young people are like this, they don't suffer a little frustration, and they don't know awe at all.

If you break the game, you also need to enter the game.

To enter the game, you need to fight your heart and fight Zen.

"Benefactor, the game has not been achieved, and it is still possible to retreat or not"

The old monk in the altar looked at Luo Hong and asked again. He planned to give Luo Hong another chance, otherwise once the spiritual chess game was formed, he would not be able to retreat.

Luo Hong shook his head and closed his eyes.

Immediately, a burning Buddha lamp floated beside him, and the Buddha's light shone down from it, making Luo Hong feel at peace.

On Luo Hong's body, the Buddha's light also began to surge, faintly wanting to form a colorful glow on the back of his head, forming a real Buddha plate.

Maybe it's because I feel that a Buddha lamp may not be enough.

Luo Hong's heart moved, the second, the third, the fourth

Five Buddha lamps in a row floated leisurely, like five round moon disks, hanging around his body.

"I'm ready, come on."

Luo Hong said solemnly.

Old monk: ""

Looking at the Buddha lamp floating around Luo Hong, and the colorful rays of light and the faint Buddha plate

This half-body divine attire really blinded him.

"That's it, Amitabha, it's started."

The old monk said.

After the words fell, the old monk's fingers withered like thousand-year-old bark picked up a Hunyuan white chess piece, and the chess piece fell.

On the wide chessboard square in front of him, black and white chess pieces suddenly appeared.

It's like two black and white dragons fighting each other on the chessboard.

And the black chess piece that Luo Hong was holding suddenly weighed more than ten million catties, and a strong thought poured in from the chessboard, followed the chess piece, and rushed into his spiritual will.

In Niwan Palace, the phantom of the evil god watched with great interest, as if watching a play.

The old monk in the altar felt something, and raised his head, as if there was a huge monster overlooking the chessboard, his heart trembled.

At this moment, the picture in front of Luo Hong was driven by spiritual thoughts to change.

It seems to be an illusion, but it is not an illusion.

In an instant.

Luo Hong discovered that he appeared holding a scimitar dripping with blood, standing in front of a bandit camp under the bleak moonlight.

The surrounding corpses were piled up, and the thick blood almost covered the whole world.

"Please, don't kill us"

In front of Luo Hong, a group of children knelt down, screaming and crying.

Arouses pity.

Luo Hong was in a daze, he understood that this was the choice given to him by this game of chess.