What was broken together with the stone wall in front of him was the black energy that had penetrated into Kong Ji's body.
Then what appeared in Kong Ji’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 Ji and Cong Yun.
It makes the black mist unable to get close.
But the current situation is obviously not optimistic.
Kong Jin has been trapped in a fantasy world for ten years. When he returned, he was still confused at first. Soon he understood the situation and remembered his identity.
I remember clearly the purpose of coming to this Kuruo Temple.
“What a danger!” Kong Ji 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 soul would disappear in this Kuruo Temple.
The current situation obviously did not give Kong Ji much time to calm down his turbulent emotions. His eyes quickly returned to clarity and he glanced at his location.
Still on the stairs leading to the main hall of Kuruo Temple.
Although I was dragged into the illusion for ten years, in the real world, it seemed that only a moment had passed.
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 Congyun’s face slowly dissipated as Kong’s eyes regained clarity, as if he was relieved.
He has just been trying to wake up Kong Zhi, but the latter is like a wooden stake, still using all his own means, and there is no way to drag him back from the trance state.
Fortunately, a crescent moon mark appeared between Kong Ji's eyebrows, allowing Kong Ji to break free from the illusion.
“Wake up, it feels like a lifetime ago!” Hearing Congyun’s familiar voice, Kong Ji 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 to the black mist around him that was constantly attacking the barrier of colorful stones, and said to Kong Zhen: "We entered the temple quickly. The black mist kept blocking us from entering. There must be something he is afraid of there. Something.”
Crack! Kong Ji slapped himself hard twice, making his cheeks turn red, and then his somewhat 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 Chi had no objection to Cong Yun's proposal to enter the temple.
What he was afraid of was that the stone barrier would be shattered.
The black mist is no different from the black energy that penetrated into my body in the illusion.
If you are touched by them, you will probably end up like in the illusion.
Cong Yun naturally understood Kong Ji's concerns, and he smiled, showing an enigmatic smile: "Don't worry, this is the magic weapon of my little Leiyin Temple, which is enough to protect us both."< br>
After this, Kong Xian breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Then go in."
After saying that, Kong Jiang 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 is exactly what Congyun said.
Although the barrier formed by the light of the colorful stones is not bright, it is like the Dinghai Magic Lamp. It is still boiling and roaring from the black fog from the outside world, and it cannot shake the brilliance even a bit.
This scene made Kong Ji 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 said leisurely: "The relics of Patriarch Puhui."
"So that's it! No wonder." Kong Ji was stunned for a moment, then put away the envy in his eyes and became solemn. respect.
The 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 also asked future disciples to come to Kuruo Temple with his condensed relics to settle the cause and effect.
It can be imagined that he is a person who values love and justice.
Kong Zhen 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.
It blew countless crumbling houses and temples to collapse, making a roaring sound.
However, as for Kong Ji 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, floating 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 Jiang, he would almost have thought that he had encountered another illusion.
After just looking back, Kong Zhen withdrew 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, patted his smooth head with his right hand and explained: "While Donor Kong was in a trance, the young monk discovered that there was no trace of black air hovering in the main hall. I guess there should be something to scare the evil spirit here."
"Kong Shi is mainly awake, so you can find it."
After Cong Yun finished speaking, he pinched a spell in his hand. Decide and light the candle in the center of the hall.
The light emitted by three candles as thick as arms is enough to cover this hall.
As the light red flames ignited, Kong Xian looked at the main hall with the help of the light.
There is a Buddha statue of unknown Buddha standing in the hall, with a compassionate smile on his face.
It’s just that over the years, 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 Xian didn’t know much about Buddhism and could not recognize the Buddha statue. He only glanced at it, then looked away and continued to look elsewhere.
There were three futons under the Buddha statue, which were also rotten. Kong Jian just walked by them gently, and the breeze blew the three futons to pieces and turned them into powder.
Looking around with Xupo's vision, Kong Ji 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 and don't dare to approach here."
Cong Yun He was always holding the relic in his hand. Hearing this, he turned around and shook his head at Kong Xian, saying that he didn't know either.
However, he seemed to be more concerned about Kong Ji’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 Ji with his baby face: “Donor Kong saw it just now. What?”
In fact, there is nothing to hide in the scenes seen in the fantasy.
Now that Kong Ji and Cong Yun are in the same boat, there is no reason to deceive.
"I wonder what else Congyun can learn from that illusion." With this thought in mind, Kong Ji 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 Ji also looked at Cong Yun's eyes carefully.
It stands to reason that when a Buddhist hears such rebellious and unethical words, he is afraid that he will curse on the spot.
However, Kong Ziyun could not see the slightest emotion in his eyes.
The latter just shook his head, sighed, and said nothing more.
Cong Yun instead reminded Kong Xian: "Donor Kong also has people created by nature. What you entered is an illusion, which is the evil spirit's way of destroying your mind and consciousness."
"Change. If the monk comes, he may have already fallen into the trap and become a puppet to be manipulated.”
Kong Jin didn’t know the danger, 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?
The starry sky altar in Qinghu Paradise is weird enough, right?
Compared with this invisible illusion of murder, Kong Xian was more afraid of this place.
"The most terrifying thing is to die without knowing how." Kong Ji thought with lingering fear (End of Chapter)