My Legend Still Exists in the Cultivation World

The tears in the right eye fell into the world of mortals, but the left eye was indifferent as if projected by a cold moon.

The monk raised his hand, gently wiped away a trace of tears on his cheek, stood up again, lit an incense stick in front of the Buddha, folded his hands together and bowed.

Then, he turned around, took off the hanging beads on his chest, and began to recite a scripture that no one could understand.

Although Jing Yue didn't know the meaning of the scriptures, his mood gradually calmed down, his emotions no longer fluctuated, and it seemed that even his heartbeat almost stopped.

He saw the monk's hanging beads light up with golden light one after another, bursting open one after another, and the monk's robe also swelled accordingly, wisps of devilish energy poured in from outside the hall, all of them gathered around the monk, and burrowed into the monk hideously in vivo.

The monk's exposed skin turned into a lifeless black, the whites of his eyes were completely swallowed by the black, and the flesh and blood of his body was sucked dry by an unknown force, looking like a mummy for thousands of years.

The whole hall shook, and with the screams of pain from outside, the heads of the Buddha statues in the hall were blown off one by one, and the dust filled the air, blurring the figure of the monk.

I don't know how long it took, the monk completely became a skeleton with only skin hanging on it, only the corners of his eyes and lips were soaked with blood-like red, he said in a hoarse voice: "Shizhen has a hundred thousand demons, stand up!"

As soon as the words fell, the monk's monk's robe instantly shattered, and a dazzling golden light radiated from him. The golden light contained endless Buddha power, repaired his already withered body, and coated his whole body with a layer of gold.

Roof tiles collapsed, and the ground shook.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, the monk's movements became more and more rigid, and finally completely solidified, like a golden Buddha.

The colorful light beams descended, covering the golden Buddha, and the majestic aura of merit and virtue overflowed.

As the brilliance circulated, the golden Buddha gradually faded away, and finally disappeared completely, leaving no trace of breath.

After the strange scene disappeared completely, the few people slowly came back to their senses.

Still in the aftertaste of shock, Jingyue sighed: "The scriptures that Shizhen recited were originally the inheritance of the true Buddha obtained when he suddenly realized?"

Qin Yanzhi: "It's very possible, otherwise it would be impossible to kill a hundred thousand demons in one day."

Xue Ming also nodded, "I, I have never heard of this scripture. If I was there at that time, I would definitely be saved."

In fact, just after listening to the scriptures, he couldn't help but want to kneel down and worship Shizhen. Fortunately, the power of the scriptures could not be transmitted to the space where they were, otherwise he would not be able to stabilize his mind at all.

Wei Zhentu looked at Lan Feng with disbelief and admiration for a long time, and then sighed: "Unfortunately, I still don't know how they died?"

They saw what Shizhen did, but they couldn't see what the disciples of the Mo Buddha went through and how they died?But they can be sure that under such power, all the devilish energy in the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple will be purified.

Lan Feng said unhappily: "This seat has already said it, those are just trivial matters, as long as this seat knows the result."

Jing Yue rubbed his hands, and said again: "But I didn't see the pool of meritorious water that Master Kong Miao said? And from what we saw just now, the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple should have been half destroyed, but now..."

Wei Zhentu: "There are two possibilities. First, what we see is an afterimage left over from this place; second, it is an illusion just like those demons, Buddhas and monks."

Jing Yue: "Let's go to the main hall where Shizhen is located. It should be the key."

The others naturally had no objections, and the group began to look for the main hall.

When they came to the most majestic main hall of Wanfo Temple, Jing Yue smelled a strong sandalwood fragrance before entering the door.

In fact, the scent of sandalwood has always been there, but the closer to the main hall, the stronger the smell.

Although it is normal to have incense in Buddhist temples, Jing Yue still felt a little strange, "Do you think the sandalwood fragrance here is too strong?"

Xue Ming was a little dazed, "Is there?"

Both Qin Yanzhi and Wei Zhentu nodded, and the latter said: "It's really strong, Xiao-Master Xueming, didn't you smell it?"

Xueming took a quick glance at Wei Zhentu, then hurriedly lowered his head, and said in a low voice, "I didn't smell it, and I'm not a master, so don't call me that."

Seeing his shyness, Wei Zhentu felt itchy and teased him, "What should I call it? Little monk?"

He purposely procrastinated the word "Little Monk", which sounded very ambiguous, Xue Ming blushed, "Just call, call the little monk's dharma name."

Wei Zhentu smirked, it was rare that Xueming was willing to talk to him, and wanted to say a few more words, but thinking of their current situation, he held back.

Several people walked to the main hall door together, Jing Yue took a deep breath and pushed open the main hall door.

With the sound of the wooden door creaking, a beam of light shone into the dark hall, and floating dust danced in the light, like fireflies. The Buddha statues in the hall were cut into several pieces by the sunlight, and their outlines were softened in the shadows.

But the four of them paused. They saw a monk sitting in front of the Buddha statue. The monk was dressed in white and had a handsome face, with a lotus flower on his lap.

"Shi Zhen?" Jing Yue was taken aback, the monk in front of him was exactly the same as the Shi Zhen they had just seen.

At this moment, the monk in white raised his eyes and smiled faintly at him.

At that moment, Jing Yue heard the sound of scriptures, coming from all directions, getting heavier and louder, as if it was going to penetrate his eardrums, making him want to get away from the world and fall asleep Feel.

But at the next moment, a silver-white sword light flashed, and "Shi Zhen" was cut in half from the head down.

With the disappearance of "Shizhen", Qin Yanzhi also took back Taiqing.

Jing Yue came to his senses, seeing Qin Yan's decisive move, he asked, "Did you also hear the scriptures?"

Qin Yanzhi nodded, and Wei Zhentu behind him rubbed his eyebrows, his face was ugly.

Wei Zhentu's cultivation was far inferior to that of Jing Yue and Qin Yanzhi, so he was naturally the most affected, and he almost had the illusion of being separated from his body.Among them, Xueming was the weakest. Wei Zhentu wanted to ask if the other person was feeling well, but suddenly froze.

"What are you laughing at?" He saw Xue Ming's lips curved slightly, revealing a weird smile.

But after he asked, Xue Ming put away his smile and said with a blank face, "I didn't smile."

Wei Zhentu: "..."

Jing Yue and Qin Yanzhi looked at each other, and then they all looked at Xue Ming, their eyes full of suspicious scrutiny.

Xue Ming felt uneasy, shrunk her shoulders and said, "What, what's wrong?"

Jing Yue didn't answer right away, but looked at Xue Ming for a while before smiling reassuringly, "It's okay."

He looked around and noticed a stick of incense burning in front of the Buddha statue. With a thought, he walked forward slowly.

Just when Jing Yue was about to get close to the stick of incense, a warning sign suddenly appeared in his heart, and there seemed to be a strong palm wind coming from behind him.

Only Wei Zhentu shouted: "Xiaojiu!"

Jing Yue turned sideways, and a big hole was instantly blasted where he was standing. Out of the corner of his eye, Xue Ming stretched his hands forward, and Qin Yanzhi and Wei Zhentu rushed up.

"Are you okay?" Qin Yanzhi asked Jing Yue while trying to control Xue Ming.

Jing Yue: "It's okay."

He looked at Xue Ming, who was fighting evenly with Qin Yan, and felt horrified. Obviously, Xue Ming was influenced by the scriptures, but the other party was only at the Golden Core level, how could he have such strength?

"Presumptuous, how dare you sneak up on Jingjing!" Lan Feng slipped out of Jingyue's arms, flapped her wings, "Jiji will avenge you!"

Jing Yue hurriedly stopped Lan Feng, worried that his attack would not be serious and would really hurt Xue Ming, "Don't, Yan Zhi can do it."

Lan Feng observed the situation at this time, groaned and said: "The gangster is only useful at this time! It's just Jingjing's security guard!"

Jing Yue didn't understand what "security guard" meant, but he only needed to calm Lan Feng down.

Seeing that Xueming was getting weaker, but Qin Yanzhi had the upper hand, he felt relieved and focused his eyes on the incense stick again.

Just now, he just wanted to move the stick of incense, that's why Xue Ming started to attack him...

"Crack-"

With a flick of his finger, Jing Yue cut the incense into two pieces, and at the same time, a scream resounded through the hall.

I saw Xue Ming fell to the ground, hugged his body and couldn't stop rolling, while the acupuncture points all over his body exploded one after another, and the monk's robe was quickly wetted with blood.

Originally, Wei Zhentu, who had been unable to get his hands in, rushed to hug Xueming, but Xueming bit his arm. Wei Zhentu groaned, but refused to let go.

"Xiaojiu, what's wrong with you!" Wei Zhentu shouted, "Xiaojiu! Wake up!"

Xueming turned a deaf ear, his eyes were full of violence, and he actually bit off a piece of Wei Zhentu's flesh.

His lips were stained with blood, and black air gathered between his brows, like an evil spirit in hell. His throat moved, and the piece of meat was swallowed by him.

Just when Jing Yue thought he was about to go crazy, Xue Ming suddenly twitched, his eyes rolled unreasonably, and finally rolled his eyes, and passed out.

"Small wine?" Wei Zhentu hurriedly lowered his head to check, seeing that Xueming's breath was calm, he let out a heavy breath.

Wei Zhentu didn't know that Xueming hadn't lost consciousness at the moment. He could hear the words of the people around him and sense everyone's movements, but he couldn't speak, and he couldn't even open his eyes.

Xueming felt that his soul had left his body, floating around without a point of landing.

He drifted aimlessly, and after an unknown amount of time, a golden Buddha statue appeared in front of him.

The appearance of the Buddha statue was very familiar, Xue Ming hesitated and said, "Shizhen?"

Immediately, he saw a tear flow from the right eye of the Golden Buddha.

A drop of tear can contain the world of mortals.

Xue Ming's mind exploded with a "boom", and countless broken pictures rushed towards him.

He saw a handsome young man sitting on the Golden Luan Hall. The young man was dressed in a dragon robe. He was obviously the emperor of the mortal world.

The emperor's eyebrows and eyes were [-]% similar to his, and he looked eagerly towards the outside of the main hall.

The sunlight outside the hall was just right, a figure walked slowly against the light, although he still couldn't see the other person's face clearly, but Xue Ming's heartbeat had already become faster, he saw the emperor standing up suddenly, the corners of his eyes and brows were filled with joy, and he said softly : "The national teacher is here?"

The figure got closer and closer, and the outline became clearer, finally revealing a familiar face of Xue Ming.