To Cultivate Immortality, You Need Luck

What was broken together with the stone wall in front of him was the black energy that had penetrated into Kong Jiao's body.

What immediately appeared in Kong Jiao's field of vision was the face of a monk with an anxious look on his face.

Cong Yun held a fist-sized stone with colorful flashes of light in his hand, surrounded by boiling black mist.

They transformed into various forms of ghosts and monsters and kept attacking Congyun.

The colorful stone exudes soft golden light, raising a protective shield to protect Kong Jiao and Cong Yun.

The black mist cannot get close.

But the current situation is obviously not optimistic.

Kong Jiao has been trapped in a fantasy world for ten years. When he returned, he was confused at first, but soon he understood the situation and remembered his identity.

I clearly remembered the purpose of coming to Kuruo Temple.

"It's so dangerous!" Kong Jiao broke out in a cold sweat, with fear still in his eyes.

Just a little bit, just a little bit more successful.

Fortunately, the moon wheel seal shattered the illusion at the critical moment. Otherwise, when the black mist eroded his whole body, I was afraid that I would never be able to return from the illusion, and my body and death would disappear in this Kuruo Temple.

The current situation obviously didn't give Kong Jiao much time to calm down his turbulent emotions. His eyes quickly regained clarity and he glanced at his location.

Still on the stairs leading to the main hall of Kuruo Temple.

Although he had been dragged into the illusion for ten years, it seemed that only a moment had passed in the real world.

When he was trapped by the illusion, it was Congyun who used the colorful stone to protect him.

"Donor Kong, you're finally awake!" The anxiety on Cong Yun's face slowly dissipated as Kong Jiao's eyes regained clarity, as if he was relieved.

He had just been trying to wake up Kong Jiao, but the latter was like a wooden stake, still using all his own means, and there was no way to drag him back from his trance.

Fortunately, a crescent mark appeared between Kong Jiao's eyebrows, making Kong Jiao break away from the illusion.

"Wake up, it feels like a lifetime ago!" Hearing Congyun's familiar voice, Kong Jiao had an unreal feeling in his eyes, and a smile that was uglier than bitter appeared on his face.

Cong Yun didn't ask him what he had gone through, or maybe now was not the time to ask.

He pointed at the black mist around him that was constantly attacking the barrier of colorful stones, and said to Kong Jiao: "We entered the temple quickly. The black mist kept blocking us from entering. There must be something it is afraid of."

Bang bang! Kong Jiao slapped himself twice so hard that his cheeks turned red, and then his dull thinking became active again.

He glanced at the colorful stone in Cong Yun's hand and asked, "Monk, how long can this stone last?"

Kong Jiao had no objection to Cong Yun's suggestion of entering the palace.

What he was afraid of was that the stone barrier would be shattered.

Those black mist are no different from the black energy that penetrated into his body in the illusion.

If his body were touched by them, he would probably end up like in the illusion.

Cong Yun naturally understood Kong Jiao's concerns, and he chuckled with an inscrutable smile: "Don't worry, this is my Little Thunderclap Monastery's Temple Law Treasure, which is enough to protect both of us."

After this, Kong Jiao breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Then go in."

After saying that, Kong Jiao subconsciously moved closer to the stone in Cong Yun's hand.

The two of them were only less than two feet apart, and walked slowly towards the main hall under the black fog.

It's exactly what Congyun said.

Although the barrier formed by the light of the colorful stones is not bright, it is like a magic lamp that fixes the sea. The black fog from the outside is still boiling and roaring, and it cannot shake the brilliance even a bit.

This scene made Kong Jiao feel a little itchy. He looked at the colorful stone in Cong Yun's hand and asked, "What kind of treasure is this? It has such power."

Cong Yun was silent for a long time, and then he said leisurely: "The relics of Patriarch Puhui."

"That's it! No wonder." Kong Jiao was stunned for a moment, then put away the envy in his eyes and stood in awe.

Relics are the condensation of the cultivation of Buddhist and Taoist monks.

Master Puhui was indebted to Zen Master Jishi during his lifetime, and after his death, he had to ask future disciples to come to Kuruo Temple with his condensed relics to settle the karma.

It can be imagined that he is a person who values ​​​​love and justice.

Kong Jiao has no greed for this baby.

call! ! ! The black energy in Kuruo Temple boiled like a sea, causing a black whirlwind to blow throughout the formation.

Countless crumbling houses and temples were blown to pieces, making roaring sounds.

However, as for Kong Jiao and Cong Yun in the center of the black storm, they were not affected at all and slowly moved forward in it.

The brilliance barrier of the colorful relics is like an immortal lamp in the darkness, protecting a pure land.

Although this journey was thrilling, we did not encounter any more dangers.

As the two of them entered the main hall.

The black whirlwind swirling between the heaven and the earth of Kuruo Temple finally turned into black mist unwillingly, drifting lazily everywhere.

One moment there was a storm, and the next moment it was calm.

If it weren't for the countless building ruins of Kuruo Temple that were collapsed by the strange wind, which were still in front of Kong Jiao, he would almost have thought that he had encountered another illusion.

Just looking back, Kong Jiao returned his gaze and said sincerely to Cong Yun: "Monk, you are really smart. As you expected, this hall is a pure land, and the black mist dare not come in."

"It's not that the young monk is smart." Cong Yun still held the relic in his left hand, and patted his smooth head with his right hand and explained: "When Donor Kong was in a trance, the young monk discovered that there was no trace of black air hovering in the main hall. I expected that there should be There is something to scare the evil spirit."

"Kong Shi is mainly awake, and you can also notice it."

After Cong Yun finished speaking, he took a magic spell in his hand and lit the candle in the center of the hall.

The light from three candles as thick as arms was enough to cover the hall.

As the pale red flames ignited, Kong Jiao looked at the main hall with the help of the light.

There is a statue of an unknown Buddha standing in the hall, with a compassionate smile on his face.

However, over time, most of the gold plating on the surface of the Buddha has fallen off, revealing the mottled stone body.

The originally friendly Buddha statue became a bit creepy.

Kong Jiao didn't know much about Buddhism and couldn't recognize the Buddha statue. He just glanced at it, then looked away and continued to look elsewhere.

There were three futons under the Buddha statue, which were also decayed. Kong Jiao just walked gently by them, and the breeze blew the three futons to pieces and turned them into powder.

Scanning around with Xupo's vision, Kong Jiao couldn't figure out the reason, so he could only ask Cong Yun who was also in the hall.

"Monk, there is nothing strange in this hall."

"What do you think those black mists are afraid of? They don't dare to get close to here."

Cong Yun still held the relic in his hand. Hearing this, he turned around and shook his head at Kong Jiao, saying that he didn't know either.

However, he seemed to be more concerned about Kong Jiao's experience when he was in trance just now. Now that the hall was safe, he came closer with the relics and smiled at Kong Jiao with his baby face: "What did Donor Kong see just now?"

In fact, there is nothing to hide in the scenes seen in the fantasy.

Now that Kong Jiao is in the same boat as Cong Yun, there is no reason to deceive him.

"I wonder if Congyun can come up with anything from that illusion Middle Grade." With this thought in mind, Kong Jiao sorted out his words and described the pictures he saw in the illusion one by one.

When it comes to the monk named Ji Yuan who said, "If the Buddha does not save the world, then that Buddha is deceiving the world and stealing his reputation, and that Buddha deserves to die!" ’ words.

Kong Jiao also looked at Cong Yun's eyes carefully.

It stands to reason that when people in Buddhist Gate hear such rebellious words, they are afraid that they will curse on the spot.

However, Kong Jiao couldn't see the slightest emotion in his eyes.

The latter just shook his head, sighed, and said nothing more.

Instead, Cong Yun reminded Kong Jiao: "Donor Kong also has people who are created by nature. What you entered was an illusion. It was the evil spirit's attempt to destroy your mind and consciousness."

"If it were another monk, I'm afraid he would have already taken over and become a puppet to be manipulated by others."

Kong Jiao didn't know the dangers involved, and now he breaks into a cold sweat when he thinks about it carefully.

He has seen so many dangers. Is Xihuang Little Blessed Land scary enough?

Is the Starry Sky Altar in Qinghu Paradise enough for Anomaly?

Compared with this invisible illusion of murder, Kong Jiao was more afraid of this place.

"The most terrifying thing is to die without knowing how." Kong Jiao thought with lingering fear (End of Chapter)