Chapter 320 Golden Body
Lightning flashed across his mind, and Li Ang instantly understood everything that happened during this period.
Three hundred years later, the ban that traps everyone;
The missing fourth Buddha statue;
The legendary Wei Tuo Bodhisattva who moved the grain ship;
Old bell beads dropped from the Bodhisattva bottle;
And the strong iron box that gave me a strong sense of familiarity but could never be opened.
He whispered: "Ready to run away 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 Pagoda."
Li Ang replied quickly, calling out Mosi hidden in various places in the temple.
In front of the Daxiong Hall,
It's difficult for the abbot to say gloomyly: "You used the sands of time to infiltrate the Garan Sect and break into the Buddha Pagoda?"
"yes."
The old scholar said: "Even though 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 also the one who took the lead. Before the thugs gave orders, he hurriedly nailed the door of my house with wooden boards, leaving my children to starve to death behind the door.
Yang Nineteen is a model believer, extremely loyal to the Jialan sect,
I replaced him and came to the Garanzong—it happened that he was lame and dumb, so he didn't need to speak.
As for the pagoda restriction, I have the sand of time that can stagnate time, so I won’t die easily.
Even if you die, you can quickly backtrack to resurrection.
Exploring again and again, trying again and again, dying and reborn 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 complexion of the abbot and the abbot who realized the difficulty changed suddenly. The former slapped out a palm, bursting out a 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 did not squint, and walked up the steps facing the Buddha's light. With each step, the white hair on his head would lengthen a little, 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 to step aside and watched the old scholar step into the Daxiong Hall.
"Don't panic!"
The abbot yelled loudly: "All release the golden light to protect the body. Even if he is sometimes sandy, he is still a weak old man. Protect yourself and continue to attack, and watch him slowly die of old age!"
“.”
The old scholar seemed not to hear, dragged his frail body to himself, 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 collides 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 demons, they become the most despised and hated demons in Haotian, and even their souls are scattered, and they will never be reborn forever.
"Just ask."
Under the dense Dharma attack, he aged more and more rapidly, and just a simple movement exhausted all his strength.
“.fairness.”
He panted desperately, 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 take the Sands of Time and resurrect your wife and children, why bother to trouble me, the Garan Sect?!"
"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 of your body, let alone kill every 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, false, disgust, 杌, four-headed demons,
But because of the aftermath of the battle, the mountains collapsed and the people around were affected.
Be ashamed and ashamed, and prevent future generations from extolling his deeds.
Hehe, four ancestors, 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 it, 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 monsters have already been refined into immortal golden bodies when they were seated,
It only needs to reverse the millennium, and they can be dialed back to the memory and state of the ogre. "
Click!
The vibration frequency 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 aura immediately gushed out from the crack.
Like a waterfall, it spreads along the ground of the Daxiong Hall.
"Don't touch the magic energy!"
The abbot shouted 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 fell to the ground violently, twitching wildly, twisting his limbs back like spasms, and turned over in a posture that a normal person would never be able to make.
He was face up, back down, on all fours, his neck turned several times like a twist, and black blood was spitting out of his mouth, looking 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 very familiar with, and that still echoed in the Daxiong Palace three hundred years later, "All of you will die."
(end of this chapter)