This scene is so strange, no one would have imagined that there is a universe inside this Buddha statue that seems to have been dusty for millions of years, and this monk is still alive.

Shocked, Yin Biyue held the Yihu Sword in his hand, but did not draw it out of its sheath.Because Luo Mingchuan was very calm, this calm also infected him, as if no matter how terrible things were about to face, they would fight side by side and get out of danger.

The monk looked haggard, his cheeks were deeply sunken, and his fingers exposed outside the cassock shrank into brown balls.

Yin Biyue didn't even know if he was a human or a ghost.Luo Mingchuan's pupils had changed back to their true colors, and he took a step forward, hiding in front of his junior brother.

When the monk's eyelids were fully opened, there was a gust of fresh wind blowing into the Buddhist hall.

It seems that the dust of thousands of years has been wiped away, and the place is suddenly bright and radiant.

And he was sitting in the soft light, watching the two outsiders peacefully.

Yin Biyue didn't know how to describe those eyes.It is not the indifferent magic eye of the gods on the high platform, nor is it the magic eye in a sea of ​​corpses and blood.

It is compassionate and majestic, as if it can overcome all the pain and suffering in the world.

This is a pair of Buddha's eyes.

It is more like a real Buddha than the statue enshrined in Xingshan Temple.

Feng left the Buddhist hall, the wooden door that had been pushed open was gently closed, and the stone lock was also buckled by itself.But Yin Biyue seemed unaware that he was under the gaze of the old monk.

He only heard Luo Mingchuan yell, "Break!"

He suddenly woke up, and the back of his clothes was drenched in cold sweat in an instant, unexpectedly, with the strength of his spirit, he would be bewitched by his eyes.

After all, it was careless.

Take a closer look, how can there be any brilliance and true Buddha.The Buddhist hall is still an old Buddhist hall.The old monk is still an old monk with cloudy eyes and no god.

But it is unimaginably powerful.

Yin Biyue also noticed that this person's cassock was too wide and did not fit, which showed that he was not so skinny in the past.But now it was as if something was grabbing his vitality invisibly.

The old monk was not annoyed by someone breaking the law, on the contrary, he seemed to have a smile on his face, and said slowly, "Where did you two come from?"

He didn't speak for a long time, his voice was hoarse and rough.But the tone of voice is natural and friendly, as if greeting a familiar junior, which makes people not feel guarded.

Luo Mingchuan didn't relax at all, and replied, "Come from the temple."

"How is the temple?"

"not good."

If the other party asks about the etiquette of hospitality in the temple, then it is naturally not good; if it asks about the situation in the temple, it is also not good if the formation is damaged or the ground veins are collapsed.

The old monk laughed, as if his wish had been fulfilled, and he said with relief, "Okay."

Yin Biyue and Luo Mingchuan originally guessed that this person was a senior strongman of Xingshan Temple, but seeing his reaction now, he looked like an enemy of Xingshan Temple.

Luo Mingchuan asked, "I answered two questions of senior, who dare to ask senior?"

The monk said, "The poor monk has watched."

His tone was indifferent, as if he had given an ordinary dharma name.

Yin Biyue was on guard waiting for the answer, but his pupils shrank slightly at this moment, suspecting that he had heard wrongly, or it was just a coincidence that the name was the same.He looked at the old monk in disbelief.

Even Luo Mingchuan was shocked.

But the monks didn't speak, as if they were still waiting for their questions.

If the two of them hadn't been familiar with the old scriptures in the academy, they would never have known this name.

Millions of years have passed, and even the names of Demon Lord and True Immortal are almost forgotten by the world. Who will remember the glorious era of All Saints, there was a saint who was born in Xingshan Temple but left no legacy?

Master Liao Guan claims to break the boundaries of Buddhist practice, martial arts practice, and spiritual practice, and he is omniscient in all kinds of methods.

There is no news after the Dao Demon War, and many things are too old to be verified. Later generations can only speculate that he also died in that battle.

Luo Mingchuan asked, "Why are you here, senior?"

He knew the identity of the person in front of him, no matter how inconceivable it was, he should call him "Master Liaoguan".But the experience in Xingshan Temple made it difficult for him to trust the venerable monks.So at this time, there is no respect for the younger generation.

Yin Biyue thought similarly to him, and had no intention of going forward to pay respects.

Liao Guan didn't care but still had a smile on his face, "I've been here all this time, it's just that you're here, I want to see you."

These words were addressed to Luo Mingchuan.

Immediately in Yin Biyue's mind, the protagonist jumps off a cliff to survive, meets a senior master who teaches 60 years of skill, and since then has opened his golden fingers to counterattack and slap the whole world's X-point flow upgrade routine.

This style of painting is valid anywhere, but in this world, past experience told him that things might not be so simple.

Luo Mingchuan said, "Senior and I have never met before."

Liao Guan shook his head, his expression was a bit lonely, "Come on, sit down and talk slowly. No one has talked to me for a long time..."

When the two turned their heads, they saw the armchair appearing out of nowhere behind them, but they didn't even feel the slightest fluctuation of their true energy.

The other party's cultivation base is unfathomable, and no malice can be seen.Moreover, both of them had many doubts in their hearts, so they took their seats in good faith.

"If I don't say some things, I won't remember them in a few years... How long has the Heavenly Tribulation passed?"

Luo Mingchuan replied, "More than 60 years."

The old monk exclaimed,

"Heh... It's been so long. When I was outside, the world was chaotic, and I think it's better now."

He turned to Luo Mingchuan, "The Jialan pupil technique you practiced was written when I was crossing the Cangjiang River at night. I wrote it in a hurry. Is there anything wrong with your practice?"

At this time, Liao Guan was not like a saint who once ruled the world, but an old man who just wanted to talk about his past with young people.

"No. It's just a question. There are monks practicing in Xingshan Temple. Is my practice different from them?"

Yin Biyue remembered that in the Buddhist hall of the temple, Jinghai said that his brother was practicing 'Tianluo Nine Turns. '

Liao Guandao said, "Of course it's different. You are orthodox, and they are all heretics. I only wrote one volume of Jialan Pupil Art, and gave it to a fisherman on the river. The one in the temple is just a rubbing copy. Even the method of practice is incomplete."

Luo Mingchuan had already thought that maybe the only real volume, after several twists and turns, was finally collected by the school's library and seen by himself.

But he still had doubts, but he didn't wait for him to ask, and continued, "After you finished reading, did the book burn to ashes?"

Luo Mingchuan nodded.

"That's right, there are formations on the real volume. If the aptitude is not read, it will show the incomplete copy. After the aptitude is read, it will be destroyed by itself." Liao Guan said here a little proudly, "Because the successor who inherited my mantle, one is enough."

Yin Bi was secretly startled, this kind of supernatural powers were marvelous and unfathomable, and they could be preserved for a million years, which shows how advanced this person's cultivation is.

But how could such a character stay here for so many years?

Looking at him, he said with a smile, "Young student, I know what you're thinking. I stay here...not voluntarily, but trapped here."

As soon as these words came out, the faces of both of them changed.

Who in the world can trap a saint?

Could it be the Demon Lord?

Liao Guan said, "During the Dao Demon War, I brought a group of disciples from Xingshan Temple to hold back three thousand demon generals, just to let Yi Lingxiao kill Mo Changyuan, and later Mo Changyuan did die in Linyuan Under the sword, it's a pity that Yi Lingxiao was also seriously injured, and his lifespan is short..."

These names sound strange, but they are the names of real immortals and devils.

"The war is over, the world is scorched, and everything is waiting to be done. And my junior brother Wang Wang didn't participate in the battle because he was in seclusion. He was at the peak of his combat power, and I was injured, so I couldn't beat him."

"Xingshan Temple suffered heavy losses, and it was not enough to support the sect's great formation. For the sake of the foundation of ten thousand years, he set up a dragon-binding formation and imprisoned me here. Make offerings to the formation."

Finally, he looked at Luo Mingchuan, "If it wasn't for my successor today who saw the flaws in the formation and came here, I would never wake up again. Maybe after a few more years, the oil will run out and the lamp will dry up. Sitting."

Yin Biyue couldn't recover for a long time.

He didn't expect his guess to come true.

Foyin's golden light formation is not maintained with spirit stones and suppressed with divine weapons, but is squeezing the vitality and cultivation of a saint.

What kind of terrifying and cruel formation is this?

A big man who participated in the Dao Demon War did not die on the battlefield, but died in a trap that no one knew about.

Luo Mingchuan said, "What can we do for seniors? Is there a way to crack the formation?"

Liao Guanping said, "I am the eye of the formation, and I am also the hub of the formation. I have lived and died with this formation. After a long time, there is no concern in the world. There is no difference between here and outside."

"I have only one last wish."

Luo Mingchuan said, "Senior, please tell me."

He watched and laughed, like a loving elder looking at his disciples,

"I wrote the Jialan Pupil Art in a hurry, and it is inevitable that I missed it. Now I am bound by the formation and cannot leave the altar. You are willing to come forward, and I will pass on the last level to you."

Yin Biyue felt that this was indeed a golden finger for the protagonist.A sage's teaching is really a good thing that fell from the sky.

But his intuition reminded him all the time that something was wrong.

Seeing Luo Mingchuan get up and walk forward, he involuntarily stood up, trying to hold him back.

Before his fingertips touched his sleeves, Luo Mingchuan stopped, turned around and gave him a comforting smile.

Then he looked at the Tao, "What senior said is very touching, but I don't believe it."

The uneasiness in Yin Biyue's heart rapidly expanded.

They had just experienced the siege in Xingshan Temple, and now they met someone who was also imprisoned in the temple in the name of righteousness, and they would naturally feel a sense of intimacy.And Liao Guan doesn't have the power and pretensions of a saint at all, and appears kind and kind, compassionate and indifferent.

Everything makes people feel suspicious.

But just like this Buddhist hall, no weirdness is the biggest weirdness.

There is no problem with the words of this saint, but the biggest problem.

Liao Guan asked, "Where do you not believe it?"

"The No. 16 abbot of Xingshan Temple, Master Wang Wang, has never been in the Mahayana realm throughout his life, how can he hurt you?" Luo Mingchuan paused, "It is said that the senior broke the barriers of spiritual cultivation, martial cultivation, and Buddhist cultivation, and there are all kinds of methods. Knowing everything...then it's nothing surprising to be proficient in magic techniques."

Changed his countenance.

The old Buddhist hall became darker and darker, and the wooden railings separated by the light through the windows cast shadows on him, making him look hideous and terrifying.He laughed loudly, his laughter was hoarse and joyful, "Hahahaha not bad!—"

Yin Biyue was stunned in place.

The intuition in my heart that I didn't want to admit was confirmed——

Liaoguan has indeed broken the barrier of magic cultivation.

The Jialan pupil technique is really related to the 'Tianluo Nine Turns'.

He thought that the senior brother should be the one who suffered the most. The orthodoxy of the Taoism that he had always insisted on was broken. How could he accept that what he practiced was the magic cultivation technique.He hurriedly turned his head to look, but saw Luo Mingchuan's expression was calm and unwavering, neither sad nor happy.

Maybe people will subconsciously believe the words that comfort them, and believe what Guan said just now, but Luo Mingchuan is too rational, and has long doubted the Jialan pupil technique.

Because after he has practiced, looking at other exercises, it seems that a layer of barriers has been broken. No matter what it is, he can practice smoothly without encountering any bottlenecks.

At this moment, I just asked, "When the senior was in his prime, he was almost omnipotent, so why did he become a demon?"

After seeing the sound of Guanyin reverberating endlessly, it seemed as if he had breathed out a mouthful of turbid air that had been suppressed for a million years, and even his sunken cheeks glowed red, and he suddenly became excited, "Saints and true immortals also have a day when their lifespan is exhausted, how can they be counted as infinite?" Can’t? Daomen can only ask about the source method, before the Buddha can only practice the afterlife, what I want is the cultivation method of immortality and coexistence with the sky!"

"There are good and evil in people, but there is no good or evil in kung fu. It's ridiculous that even people like Yi Lingxiao can't see through the confusion! Mo Changyuan and I read the 'Tianluo Secret Code' and wrote 'Tianluo Nine Turns'. The Jialan pupil technique is the first turn! Who knows that I have practiced to the eighth turn, but I have been unable to break through again. And Mo Changyuan was only a hair away from the ninth turn, but died under the sword of Linyuan..."

As soon as these words came out, both Yin Biyue and Luo Mingchuan changed their colors.

They originally thought that they were just obsessed with demons secretly for the sake of viewing, but unexpectedly this person colluded with the Demon Lord.From this point of view, the role he played in that battle was more likely to be on the side of the devil, and the one who seriously injured him was the real fairy Ling Xiao.

Yin Biyue asked, "'There is no righteousness or evil in the practice', that's a good statement, but have you really never done anything evil?"

Liao Guan smiled and said, "What is evil? Killing one person is a crime, killing ten thousand is a hero!"

As soon as the words fell, the Buddhist hall trembled violently!The ancient beams trembled, and dust fell down.

The monk's cassock was puffed up with energy, and the altar beneath him was filled with smoke and dust.A long golden light shot from behind him, but the edge was plated with red light.

Amidst the cracking sound of the joints of the bones, his stature suddenly grew taller.

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