To Cultivate Immortality, You Need Luck

Kong Jiao was surprised at Cong Yun's methods.

Cong Yun also glanced at Kong Jiao secretly.

The sight of his brows blooming with golden light just now could not escape his eyes.

The moment the Buddha's sound resounded, Cong Yun thought that Kong Jiao was about to hit the road, but he didn't expect that he managed to survive.

"Donor Kong has many secrets."

In this way, Congyun felt relieved. Even if Kong distanced himself, he would still be able to protect himself to a certain extent.

If you really want to take action later, you can help yourself.

Fortunately, after the Buddha's sound, there was no further attack.

Kong Jiao followed Cong Yun and continued to climb the stairs.

At this time, he asked deliberately: "Little monk Congyun, this spiritual attack uses Buddhist sounds as a carrier, I am afraid it is your Buddhist Gate's method."

In the attack just now, Kong Jiao didn't hear the slightest bit of Buddhist Gate's purity and peace in his voice.

Instead, every word revealed deep malice.

With words of mercy, he commits acts of murder.

"Yes!" Cong Yun did not deny it, admitted it frankly, and added: "Kuruo Temple suffered a disaster, and I don't know how many monks were buried in it. Their spiritual entanglement was sealed in this small area by the formation for thousands of years, so naturally there will be evil spirits Birth.”

"It is an evil spirit born from the spirituality of the monks of Kuruo Temple. It is reasonable for it to use my Buddhist Gate method."

"That's it!" Cong Yun's explanation made Kong Jiao understand the reason.

He recalled the spiritual attack just now and made a firm judgment: "That evil spirit's cultivation level is probably much higher than mine."

A single spiritual attack almost caused Kong Jiao's spiritual consciousness to fall. Although there was an element of sneak attack in it, its cultivation level was conservatively estimated to be in the third realm of Shenglun, or even the fourth realm of Shuangling.

"It doesn't matter, my Little Thunderclap Monastery is best at suppressing demons and monsters." Cong Yun said this with a solemn expression, without his usual frivolity, and looking a bit like a monk.

In this way, the two of them took steps and continued to climb the stairs.

It was about tea time when the two of them were approaching the main hall of Kuruo Temple.

The spiritual attack from the darkness came again.

The vast evil Buddhist scriptures attacked Kong Jiao and Cong Yun at the same time.

"Hmph!" Kong Jiao had this first experience, how could he let it succeed again, while using Jin Ming's Soul Refining method with all his strength to resist the attack of the divine consciousness.

He took a step closer to Congyun.

The latter also calmly recited Buddhist mantras to crush the attack of divine consciousness.

It's just that this time, it's different from the last time.

After the consciousness attack was lifted, a black ripple of Anomaly emerged from the darkness. It bypassed Cong Yun and flew directly towards Kong Jiao.

Because it was covered up by Buddha's message, neither Cong Yun nor Kong Jiao could react to the obscure method.

Kong Jiao felt a chill on the back of his head, his eyes suddenly became dazed, and his head felt chaotic for a moment.

It was as if something was clinging to his consciousness silently, causing the brilliance of the golden beans between his eyebrows to dim a bit.

The world was spinning in front of him. He was obviously following Cong Yun, only three feet away from the latter, and he could reach out and touch him.

By the time he broke free from the chaos, Congyun had disappeared.

"Oops!" Kong Jiao's heart froze, and he secretly thought something was wrong, knowing that he might be tricked.

Before his solemn emotions spread, his vision suddenly became clear again.

Kuruo Temple is still the same Kuruo Temple, but it doesn't have the lifelessness it had when I first entered Kuruo Temple.

The sun was shining brightly in the sky, spring was coming, and a few birds flew to build nests under the eaves in front of the main hall.

Several young monks stepped on the escalator and carefully fed the baby birds.

From time to time, monks would walk by this road. When they saw Kong Jiao, they would salute respectfully and call him, "Senior Brother Ji Yuan."

Kong Jiao's head suddenly froze, and he responded inexplicably. Then he let out a serious voice that was not his own at all, and scolded the young monks who were playing with the young birds: "Yuankong, Yuankong." Jin, Yuanfei, have you memorized today's lesson? You are teasing the birds again, be careful, senior brother will reward you with a whip later."

When several monks saw Kong Jiao, they seemed to have seen the god of plague. They even forgot to put away the escalator and left in a rush.

Then Kong Jiao shook his head, went to take down the escalator, and kept mumbling: "These little bastards are just playing around all day long. If they fail the Buddhist exam this time, they will be driven down the mountain by the senior brothers from the Discipline Hall." ”

"Now that there is a severe drought in Tianqi, their parents can only eat the roots of wild vegetables and trees. They will starve to death even if they go down the mountain."

"Alas, Patriarch Jishi has asked for food from the Tianqi royal family many times. Now the whole Tianqi is starving and the royal family is helpless."

Listening to the rhetoric, it turns out that Senior Brother Ji Yuan is a monk with a sinister face.

He is in charge of the lessons and examinations of the young monks, and is quite respected in Kuruo Temple. Although the young monks are afraid of him, they also respect him.

At first Kong Jiao still knew who he was.

As Ji Yuan almost finished speaking, Kong Jiao had completely forgotten himself and was completely brought into this new identity.

So he began to teach regularly, chanting sutras and chanting like a little monk.

Day after day.

Kong Jiao has completely forgotten his identity.

Every day I walk in this Kuruo Temple as a Jade Master.

From time to time, he would take the food distributed to him in the temple down the mountain to relieve the people of Quanzhou.

But Tianqi has been experiencing severe drought for the past ten years, and the people have had no harvest.

Zen Master Jishi of Kuruo Temple was helpless and could only wander around various sects, begging them to provide spiritual rice for disaster relief.

Except for the Weather Royal Family, which occasionally squeezed out some surplus food, other sects simply closed their doors.

Zen Master Jishi was at a loss what to do, not to mention that he was just a small teaching master.

His little surplus food could only protect a few families from starving to death.

But there are hundreds of thousands of households in Quanzhou.

There are hundreds of Quanzhou in Tianqi.

Every time I go to the foot of the mountain, I see the emaciated people with sallow faces and corpses everywhere, silent and silent.

He could only recite sutras every day, pray for rain, recite the Great Confession silently every day, and condemn his sins harshly.

Trying to give him a response from the Buddha in his heart.

However, another year has passed, and the people of Quanzhou have been wiped out. The entire city is full of dead bodies, and there is almost nowhere to put the corpses on the ground.

The stench wafting out could be smelled for hundreds of miles around.

One day, something happened that completely changed Ji Yuan's state of mind.

Several young monks he was responsible for teaching Buddhism secretly went down the mountain because they missed their families.

As a result, they were encountered by victims on the road. Due to extreme hunger, they skinned several of the young monks alive and cooked them in a pot.

When Ji Yuan arrived, all he saw was a pile of tender white bones and a child's head that had half of it eaten away.

His name was Yuan Kong, and he was Ji Yuan's favorite young monk.

The other young monks were afraid of Ji Yuan, but Yuan Kong would occasionally secretly give it to Ji Yuan with the spiritual rice he had saved. The young monk knew that Ji Yuan used spiritual rice to help the victims.

He also wanted to make an effort.

Ji Yuan also believed that he had Buddha-nature and would definitely become an eminent monk in the future. The little monk was not shy about boasting and ran away every time.

At the moment, his flesh and blood are still cooking in the pot, and his eyes still have the daze before death.

"Yuankong!" She held Yuankong's head with trembling hands, and for the first time there was murderous intent in Jiyuan's eyes.

But looking at the victims who were so hungry that only skin and bones were left, and even a young child, Ji Yuan could only put down his clenched fists.

Finally, under the horrified gazes of the victims, Ji Yuan silently collected the corpses of several young monks and returned to Kuruo Temple in despair.

He stood in front of the graves of the three young monks for three days without sleeping, and his eyes were red.

On the evening of the third day, he suddenly laughed twice.

Regardless of the obstruction of all the brothers, he broke into Zen Master Jishi's courtyard.

He was an old man with white eyebrows. He was thin and could not see any majesty, but his eyes were extremely bright. There was a kind of transparency that could see through people's hearts with just a glance.

"Master Jishi, what is a Buddha?" Jiyuan's eyes were bloodshot. Facing the famous Zen Master Jishi from Tianqi, he was fearless and looked directly into the latter's eyes.

"Natural disasters occur frequently. Although monks like us can survive these disasters alone, the people of Quanzhou and Tianqi cannot leave two households out of ten. I, the Buddha, said that we can save all sentient beings. Is it just talk?"

Zen Master Jishi noticed the strangeness of Ji Yuan, silently looked at his bloodshot eyes, and responded: "The Buddha is in my heart, and what we do is the Buddha. The way we save all living beings is the Buddha's universal salvation." All living beings.”

"We will do our best to help people in this world and have a clear conscience, that is the Buddha."

"Ji Yuan, don't worry about it."

"Then what's the use of worshiping Buddha?" Ji Yuan smiled and directly asked his Zen Master Jishi.

"Whether we worship or not does not make any difference to all sentient beings, then my disciples will no longer worship this Buddha."

Such treacherous words, if placed in any temple, will definitely result in severe punishment, even death with a stick.

But Zen Master Jishi just looked at Ji Yuan, waved his hand and threw him into the prison of the Discipline Hall to face the wall and think about his mistakes.

Ji Yuan sat there for ten years. He sat there until hair grew on his bald head and long black whiskers grew on his chin, but the bloodshot eyes twined never faded for a moment.

The bones of those young monks, as well as the confusion that still remained on young monk Yuankong's face before his death, appeared before his eyes like a nightmare every day.

"If the Buddha does not save the world, then the Buddha is deceiving the world and stealing his reputation, and the Buddha deserves to die!"

Facing the cold stone wall, Ji Yuan, who had been sitting there for ten years, murmured coldly to himself. His voice was as dry as the sound of rough cowhide rubbing against each other.

This sentence was said by Ji Yuan and also by Kong Jiao.

The moment the voice fell, Kong Jiao woke up suddenly. He saw countless black energy coming from all directions, covering his whole body.

The black energy was colder than Xuan Bing, and the moment it came into contact with his skin, he subconsciously froze.

Then the black energy crazily penetrated into his pores, accompanied by a severe stinging sensation.

The eyes, mouth, nose, and ears are also eroded by the black air, causing pain like needle pricks.

The black energy entered Kong Jiao's body and violently occupied the meridians of Kong Jiao's limbs and bones, suppressing the power of his Guanghan Taiyin Meridian.

For a while, Kong Jiao couldn't even put up a decent resistance.

At the critical moment, the Dao Foundation in his Dantian shook violently.

Buzz! A vast coercion came out, and Dao Foundation activated all the spiritual power in his body,

The moon wheel seal emerged from the center of his eyebrows, causing the center of his eyebrows to bloom with bright moonlight.

The stone wall in front of Kong Jiao's eyes was illuminated by the brilliance of the moon wheel seal.

Wow! Like a mirror broken. (End of chapter)