Killing Demons: Upgrading from Calligraphy

Although I don't understand why there is sandalwood coming from the depths of the eighteen levels of hell set up by the hell artifact in the main altar of this ancient demon sect.

But the incarnation outside of his body could clearly smell the sandalwood.

And it came from the depths of this bluestone cave.

interesting.

From deep within the Demon Sect's headquarters, there came the scent of sandalwood, which is only found in Buddhism. It seemed that there were some unknown secrets hidden in this hell.

The appearance of Sandalwood made Qi Xiu vaguely aware of something strange, and he immediately let his incarnation continue to walk towards the depths of the Eighteen Levels of Hell.

The soil under my feet felt soft to the touch, and at the end of the rugged bluestone above my head, there were crystal clear dewdrops gathered.

The deeper you go into the Eighteen Levels of Hell, the stronger the smell of sandalwood in the air becomes.

After turning a corner, white light suddenly appeared in front of the incarnation's eyes, and at the end of the cave, a small temple stood quietly.

The temple is not big, and the vermilion paint on the temple door has faded, with only traces of red marks visible.

The stone steps at the door were swept very quietly, and there was almost no dust.

At this moment, the door of this small temple was ajar, and the white light just now seemed to come from inside, as if waiting for someone to come.

After confirming that the sandalwood was coming from this small temple, the incarnation's eyes moved slightly, and then he walked towards the temple.

creak-

The ancient temple door was gently pushed open, making a heavy sound.

Behind the crumbling door, in the Buddhist hall where a huge Buddha statue stands, a figure wearing a light gray monk robe and with a hunched back sits cross-legged under the Buddha statue, tapping a wooden fish in his hand. Next to him lies an old dog with almost all its hair falling out.

"I am sorry for entering the temple rashly. May I ask what your name is, Master?"

When he arrived at the door of the Buddhist temple, the incarnation whispered to the old monk who was beating the wooden fish.

Qi Xiu's voice made the old monk pause, and the melodious sound of the wooden fish also disappeared.

"I guess this person must be... Master Hunyuan Wanfa."

The old monk suddenly opened his mouth, and the expressions of his incarnation and Qi Xiu's original body who was still in the seventeenth level of hell all changed slightly.

Obviously, he didn't expect that this extremely mysterious old monk could actually tell his origins in one breath.

"How did the master know mine?"

To calm his surprise, Qi Xiu put his hands together, bowed slightly, and asked the old monk sincerely.

“Haha, don’t be nervous, Master. To be honest, the revival of this Hell Divine Artifact was not done by the previous Master Yuanshen.

He just woke me up accidentally. The reason why this Hell Divine Artifact was revived was actually because of the old monk."

Turning around slowly, the old monk's voice was dry and hoarse, but his face was like a young man in his twenties. The conflicting feelings of the two made people feel an extremely unreal absurdity.

Compared to the strangeness of the old monk's expression and voice, his words shocked Qi Xiu even more.

The source of the revival of the Hell Artifact was actually this old monk, not Gao Tianxiong?

But why did he want to revive the Hell Artifact?

This old monk lives deep in the Eighteen Levels of Hell, and he can transform this supposedly terrifying and hideous hell into such a peaceful and tranquil place. His origins must be extraordinary.

He activated the Hell Realm Artifact to revive. Does that mean he has a grudge against our sect?

Could it be that he is a high-ranking official in Hell?

When Qi Xiu thought of this, his eyes suddenly became stern.

This old monk was able to revive the Hell's divine weapon by himself, so his strength must be unfathomable.

The old monk opposite also noticed the change in the incarnation's eyes and chuckled:

“You have misunderstood, Master Zhen, I am not from Hell.

In order to practice Buddhism, the old monk took the initiative to make a bet with the hell man. If I can use Buddhism to convert all the evil ghosts in the eighteen levels of hell, he will disband the hell and follow me into Buddhism to practice Buddhism.

Feeling that this story sounded familiar, Qi Xiu's expression changed slightly, and he asked:

"What about the result?"

"result?"

Slowly shaking his head, the old monk gently stroked the old dog beside him whose hair was almost gone:

“I originally thought that I could quickly convert the evil ghosts and wronged souls in the eighteen levels of hell with my Buddhist teachings.

But who would have thought that the hell master would completely open the entrance to the eighteen levels of hell.

Human desires are everywhere in the world.

The world is boundless and evil thoughts exist forever.

No matter how many evil ghosts and wronged souls the old monk converts into the eighteen levels of hell, there will always be a steady stream of replenishment.

If hell is not empty, I will never become a Buddha.

This great wish could have been an opportunity for me to become a great Buddha instantly.

I didn't expect that I would become the shackles of the hell god who trapped me forever in the eighteen levels of hell.

In order to prolong his life, the old monk had no choice but to practice Buddhism in the flesh and seal himself in an altar, but even so he could not survive these endless years.

In desperation, before passing away, the old monk merged his soul with this level of hell, barely retaining a bit of consciousness, and then fell into a deep sleep.

Until recently, I was awakened by that Yuanshen Zhenzun."

After hearing the old monk's story, Qi Xiu's originally solemn expression relaxed. He was protected by his humanitarian merits and had a premonition of some potential dangers.

Relying on this premonition, he could feel that what the old monk said was not false.

"Then why did the master revive the Hell's Divine Artifact and shock our sect?"

"It is to attract the True Lord." Putting his hands together, the old monk smiled:

“When I was alive, I had studied the power of destiny. Before I died, I used this power to the fullest extent to predict the way out of the impasse. The answer I got was Zhenjun.

Therefore, in order to get the True Lord to come, the old monk had to shake the Hell Dao artifact to revive it, so that the True Lord could come and deal with it. "

"To find me?"

"Yes, the old monk has passed away, and his soul has dissolved into this hell. He will never have the chance to be reincarnated.

But what I have learned in this life is a major branch of Buddhism and cannot be abandoned.

Today, I have rashly invited the True Lord to come, hoping that you can send my body sealed in the altar back to this temple.

If you are willing, I will give you a reward that will absolutely satisfy you."

After explaining why he was willing to shake the Hell's divine weapon to attract Qi Xiu, the old monk lowered his eyes and laid out his chips.

“Master, since you know that tens of thousands of years have passed since the Middle Ages, it is still unknown whether your temple still exists.

As for the compensation you mentioned...

What kind of reward do you think is worthy of me forgiving you for causing my Shenxiao Sect to almost suffer a disaster, and for me to make this trip for you?"

Qi Xiu's tone gradually became stiff and cold.

The revival of the Hell Artifact was extremely dangerous. If he had not happened to be in the sect, Su Buqing's seventy-two True Lords of Hell would definitely have caused considerable losses to the Shenxiao Sect.

Therefore, he did not have much good feelings towards this old monk who directly shook and revived the artifact of Hell for his own purposes.

“Since this old monk has risked his life to invite the True Lord to come, it means that he has made sufficient preparations.

As for the reward... Master, please take a look at this reward. Is it enough?"

Using his fingers as a pen, the old monk slowly wrote three large characters on the rough ground.

Dongfang Qing!

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