Extreme Eternal Demon

Monk Zhixiang left.

Li Wuyou returned to his residence.

The residence arranged for me by Shaolin Temple is quite good.

Front room and back room.

The furnishings and arrangements inside are also all available.

And this direction is facing south.

There is nothing blocking the front, it is empty and the view is good.

Behind it, there is a mountainous field.

It should be what the old monk called the back mountain.

"There should be a lot of old bald donkeys here. If you think about it, there is no shortage of Vajra realms."

Li Wuyou opened the back window and looked into the vast mountains and fields.

"Then, it may be a bit troublesome to retrieve the old monk's memory and the secrets about the fragments of heaven here."

Li Wuyou frowned and said to himself,

"My current strength is not qualified enough."

"But there's no rush."

When his eyes flickered, Li Wuyou smiled again and said to himself,

"When I enter the Vajra, I can control the direction of the palm and destroy Shaolin, it will only be a matter of snapping my fingers."

"The top priority is to take care of the Jianghu jackpot matter first."

"By the way, wait until you see the Celestial Gong in the Endless Suffering Land, and then find out some news about the fragments of the Kingdom of Heaven."

Crunch!

Li Wuyou closed the door casually, then sat cross-legged.

Meditate and rest.

Here, he doesn't dare to practice anymore.

This place is close to the back mountain, and it would not be good if a strong person in the Vajra realm secretly watches and discovers his secret.

Just be careful this time.

…

The mountain behind Shaolin Temple.

A place of deep seclusion.

To the south is a cliff, hundreds of feet high, as if it had been split open with a knife.

Two ancient trees occasionally protruded from the gaps in the stone wall.

crooked.

It looks a bit arrogant.

And on such a cliff, there is a stone staircase leading from below to the top.

The stone steps are not wide.

Just enough for one person to get through.

It presents an angle of about forty-five degrees, leading to the top.

On the steps is the figure of the wise monk.

He clasped his hands together and walked one step at a time, very slowly.

In fact, with his strength, he can directly cross all the steps in one step.

But he can't.

The deepest step leads to the oldest and most powerful monk in Shaolin Temple.

Dry and prosperous.

It is the survival of Shaolin two thousand years ago.

To show respect for it.

Anyone who goes to the top of the cliff must take one step at a time.

Cannot be omitted.

You can’t use Buddhist Qi either.

About half an hour later.

Monk Zhixiang reached the top of the cliff, where there was a cave that looked like it was dug manually.

The openings are neat.

It was deep and dark inside.

"Master."

Monk Zhixiang bowed at the entrance of the cave, but without walking in, he whispered,

"The leader of the Huajian Sect mentioned the fragments of the Kingdom of Heaven today."

This kind of thing is of great importance.

The wise monk knows the secret of the fragment of heaven.

Over the years, Shaolin Temple has also secretly sent people to secretly search for this thing.

Everything stems from this Ku Rong Patriarch.

Therefore, he came to report as soon as possible.

"Amitabha."

Inside the cave, a hoarse sound, like an old bellows, filled with disembodied sounds, came.

"Just wait and see what happens."

"yes!"

Monk Zhixiang nodded slightly, and did not ask any more questions, nor did he say much.

After he saluted again, he walked down the steps again.

This figure gradually faded away.

Finally, it disappeared into the mountains and fields.

The sunset also seemed to be pouring a little.

Some bright red sunlight shines along the cave and into the depths.

The light is long and narrow.

The situation inside the cave gradually became clearer.

Although it was still blurry and dim, I could barely see what was going on inside.

This is a stone room several feet square.

Square and square.

Nothing at all.

There is only one stone platform.

On the stone platform, there is a withered diamond grass.

The saber-tooth-shaped leaves are withered and yellow.

Even the roots and stems have completely lost their moisture, and the scales covering the surface have shriveled and shrunk.

He must have been dead for a long time.

Opposite this diamond grass.

Underneath the stone platform.

The position facing away from the hole.

An old monk sat cross-legged.

The light and shadow shone on his back, and some side faces could be vaguely seen.

Weird and spooky.

The left side of his face has no skin and flesh.

Revealing the dense white bones.

You can even see the bones of some teeth and eye sockets.

And the skull.

And his neck was completely made of bones, white and shimmering with light.

There is no skin or flesh at all, no blood vessels, meridians, etc.

Like a skeleton.

In other words, half a skeleton.

However, the profile on the right side of his face was no different from that of an ordinary person.

Her skin is fair and crystal clear as jade.

Seems to be a teenager.

One eye, closed.

As if falling into a deep sleep.

This is the legend of Shaolin, Ku Rong.

Two thousand years ago.

He was once a sweeping monk in Shaolin Temple.

In the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, I have been sweeping the floors for thirty years.

Later, I studied countless Buddhist scriptures and Dharma.

Suddenly one day, I became enlightened and became a Buddha.

As a matter of course, he cultivated it into the most terrifying, terrifying, and unfathomable Ku Rong Sutra in Shaolin Temple.

One year old and one prosperous.

One year old and one day heavier.

Half a year to live, half a year to die.

One level per year.

Then, in just a few decades, he cultivated from an ordinary monk to the ninth level of Vajra.

Become a member of the Shaolin Temple.

"The fragments of the Kingdom of Heaven have returned to the world. Perhaps it's time for another person to ascend to Heaven."

In the flickering light and shadow, Monk Kurong made a somewhat hoarse voice.

Then, he opened his eyes.

A faint light flashed in the only remaining eye.

The Ku Rong Sutra he practiced was particularly strange.

The previous training was extremely fast.

In just a few decades, a person can enter the ninth level of Vajra, the pinnacle of this world.

However, the last step of practice is as difficult as reaching the sky.

He must understand the profound meaning of withered glory and restore flesh and blood to his body that has completely turned into bones.

Only then is it complete.

Now, two thousand years have passed.

He hid in this cave, devoted himself to enlightenment, and watched the vicissitudes of the world.

Finally got something.

Originally a skeleton, now 90% of his flesh and blood has been restored.

Only half of his face remained.

Soon, you will be able to fully recover.

"With great success, I will have the strength to open the Tianmen."

"Two thousand years."

"I can finally go to heaven and serve the real Buddha."

Monk Kurong murmured to himself, with a smile that couldn't be concealed on this half of his face.

Even fanaticism.

During these two thousand years of enlightenment, he saw several people opening the Heavenly Gate.

People in endless suffering.

People from the Huajian faction.

Even rogue cultivators.

Shaolin Temple also produced an Arhat.

They ascend to heaven.

Attracting worldwide attention!

Kurong looked over one by one, already impatient.

Now, finally, the fragments of the Kingdom of Heaven have returned to the world again.

Reappear in the world.

The gate of heaven will open.

And this time, his own Ku Rong Sutra is finally about to be completed.

Just, must, must, can't miss it.

"I don't know who it is, but it's someone who wants to make monk's robes for me."

boom!

His words gradually fell and then disappeared into the cave.

The next moment.

A strange and vast spiritual power surged out of the cave.

Then, like a wave.

Rushed towards the place where the disciples of the Huajian Sect lived.