Ask Sword

Like a flash of lightning flashed across his mind, Li Ang instantly understood everything that had happened during this period.

The ban that traps the people three hundred years later;

The missing fourth Buddha statue;

The legendary Wei Tuo Bodhisattva who moved the grain ship;

An old bell-bead dropped from a bodhisattva's vase;

And the strong iron box that gave me a strong sense of familiarity but could never be opened.

He whispered: "Ready to run at any time."

"Run away?"

Sui Yi looked hesitantly at the surrounding restraints and the mountain guard formation in the distance, "Where are you going?"

"Buddha Tower."

Li Ang replied quickly, calling out Mosi hidden in various places in the temple.

In front of the Daxiong Palace,

The abbot asked gloomyly: "You used the sands of time to infiltrate the Garan Sect and the Buddha Pagoda?"

"yes."

The old scholar said: "Even if I drank the blood of the demon, I was still seriously affected by the sands of time and became much older.

After I returned home with a lame leg, I killed my neighbor, Yang Shijiu, who lived next door.

He is my distant relative, who looks quite similar to me when I am old,

At the beginning, he was the one who took the lead. Before the thugs gave orders, he hurriedly nailed the door of my house with wooden boards, and let my children starve to death behind the door.

Yang Jiujiu is a model believer, extremely loyal to the Jialan sect,

I took his place and came to the Garan Sect—it happened that he was lame and dumb and didn't need to speak.

As for the ban on the pagoda, I have the sand of time that can stop time, so I won't die easily.

Even if you die, you can quickly return to resurrection.

Exploring again and again, trying again and again, dying again and again, finally, let me find this. "

The old scholar slowly took out a utensil from his arms.

It was a small and exquisite hourglass, the size of a palm, with a cover carved from transparent gemstones in the middle, and stone material at both ends, inlaid with gorgeous patterns.

The faces of the abbot and the abbot realized the difficulty changed abruptly. The former slapped out a palm, which burst into shining Buddha light, condensed into the shape of a Buddha's palm, and covered it towards the old scholar.

The latter leaned on his Zen stick, and the stone steps under his feet immediately cracked a huge gap.

"useless."

The old scholar leaked some fine sand from between his fingers, and the Buddha's light palm print was condensed ten feet away, and the crack in the ground that spread to his feet quickly healed.

Step, step, step, step.

The old scholar kept his eyes fixed and went up the steps facing the Buddha's light. With every step he took, the white hair on his head would grow a bit longer, and the wrinkles on his face would become deeper.

The abbot, the abbot, and the elders of the temple who were pouring out mana had no choice but to step aside and watched the old scholar step into the Daxiong Hall.

"Don't panic!"

The abbot shouted loudly: "All release the golden light to protect the body. Even if he is sometimes sandy, he is still an old man with no power to restrain himself. Protect yourself and continue to attack, and watch him slowly die of old age!"

"."

The old scholar didn't seem to hear, dragged his frail body and sat down on the round silk seat in front of the Buddha statue.

Little by little, pour the Sands of Time through the wheel hole on the top of the hourglass and pour it into it.

Wow——

The gravel collided with the bottle, making a dense sound,

The old scholar's eyes were empty, as if he was looking at his own reflection that was too old to recognize through the reflection on the bottle.

Drinking the blood of the demon, he became the most despised and hated demon in Haotian, and even lost his soul, unable to be reborn forever.

"Just ask."

He ignored the densely piled Dharma and Buddhist voices behind him, carefully poured the last sand of time between his fingers into the hourglass, and closed the wheel with difficulty.

Under the attack of dense Dharma, he aged more and more rapidly, and just a simple movement exhausted all his strength.

".justice."

Panting desperately, he turned the hourglass upside down and placed it heavily on the Buddhist altar,

The whole person fell down, leaning against the newly polished wooden table legs.

sand--

The sand and dust flow in the hourglass, along the slender pipe diameter, and fall into the flat bottom below.

Time began to change.

The candles on both sides of the Daxiong Hall suddenly light up and go out, light up and go out, and go back and forth.

The melons and fruits enshrined in the porcelain plate of the Buddhist altar are sometimes rotten and sometimes fresh.

The Buddha statue connected to the top of the Buddhist altar also began to tremble.

"No"

The abbot asked with difficulty: "What have you done?"

"Do what I have to do."

The old scholar was breathing hard.

"Crazy! You crazy!"

An elder scolded angrily: "You can obviously use the sands of time to revive your wife and children, so why bother me with the Garan Sect?!"

"The Sands of Time, can't change what happened before I got it."

The old scholar slowly shook his head and said: "You are right, even if I drink the blood of demons and have the sands of time, I still cannot penetrate the golden light that protects you, let alone kill every single one on Lingtai Mountain. The guilty person, the accomplice.

I'm too old to wield a knife and kill a chicken—although my wife used to kill chickens.

However, they are different. "

The old scholar turned his head towards the Buddha statue on the Buddhist altar, "You call your Jialan Patriarch, who brought four disciples and killed

訑, 言, 恩, 杌, the four-headed demons,

But because the aftermath of the battle shook the mountains and affected the surrounding people,

But ashamed and ashamed, he will not let future generations praise his deeds.

Hehe, the four ancestors, the four demons, you Jialan ancestors did not kill demons at all,

Instead, use the Sands of Time and the Sumeru Hourglass to forcibly transform the resentment of demons and let them turn demons into Buddhas.

Because of this, you dare not publicize, and even after the four patriarchs passed away, you have to keep painting the golden bodies, for fear that the Buddha statues will show flaws.

However, have you ever thought that these four Buddhas who were born from demons have already become immortal golden bodies when they sit down,

It only needs to reverse the millennium, and they can be dialed back to the memory and state of the ogre. "

Click!

The frequency of the vibration of the Buddha statue became faster and stronger, until the layers of gold paint on the surface of the leftmost Buddha statue cracked a deep gap,

The pitch-black demonic energy immediately gushed out from the crack.

Like a waterfall cascading to the ground, it spread along the ground of the Daxiong Hall.

"Don't touch the magic energy!!"

The abbot yelled loudly, but he was still a step too late.

A monk accidentally got a little bit of magic energy, his whole arm seemed to be soaked in ink, it quickly turned black and spread to the whole body.

Snapped!

He suddenly fell to the ground, twitching wildly, twisting his limbs backward like a spasm, turning over in a posture that a normal person would never be able to make.

He was face up, back down, on all fours, turned his neck several times like a twist, spitting black blood from his mouth, and looked ferociously at the monks in front of the hall.

"here we go"

The old scholar tilted his head back, looking at the constantly trembling Buddha statue exuding boiling devilish energy,

With a hoarse voice, he read out the words that Li Ang and others were extremely familiar with, and that still echoed in the Daxiong Palace three hundred years later, "All of you will die."