Chapter 370 Another Me
The temple was completely silent.
The whirlpool sutras between Shen Lian's brows are looming, and the Buddha's light shines all over his body. He is far more like the Buddha than those twisted monks.
He narrowed his eyes and studied the unknown scripture with the help of the monk's threat.
Shen Lian noticed that the unknown true scriptures and the fake Buddhist teachings mastered by monk Xiao Xitian seemed to have the same origin, but they were different.
The monks didn't know Shen Lian's reality and didn't dare to step forward for a while.
At the same time, there were rustling sounds from the pile of corpses, and a man crawled out with great caution and looked at Shen Lian's back.
The man's name is Yan Wen, and he is wearing an old Ministry of Finance robe. His realm is no more than the ninth level of the Heavenly Palace, and there are traces of practicing martial arts.
Facing Shen Lian, who was shrouded in the dazzling Buddha's light, he couldn't help but feel on pins and needles.
"This person... must be Xiao Xitian's evil Buddha. I'm afraid he has already reached the realm of human immortality, which is the Venerable Jialan mentioned by Xiao Xitian."
"Why did Lord Jialan appear in the most remote realm?"
The reason why Yan Wen reminded Shen Lian was because he noticed the latter's energy and blood and thought that the other party was also a surviving disciple of the Eight Divisions of the Ghost City.
But as soon as the scripture between the eyebrows was revealed, Shen Lian's identity was proved in disguise.
Only the evil Buddha recognized by Xiao Xitian can refine this scripture. According to them, the spiral scripture is called [Sanskrit].
It is said that Sanskrit is the Mahayana Buddhism that Huang Mei understood.
As the understanding of Sanskrit deepens, the evil Buddha will naturally transcend the realm.
The vortex between Shen Lian’s eyebrows is only one circle. Usually, within five circles, it is the blue fruit position, which is equivalent to the human immortal; if it exceeds five circles, it is the perfect Arhat fruit position of the human immortal; if it exceeds ten circles, only the arhat fruit position is reached. The legendary Bodhisattva status of the Earthly Immortal.
"Weird, evil Buddhas don't all have twisted bodies and souls. Why is he an exception?"
Yan Wen looked solemn and quietly took out the magic talisman that escaped Xiao Xitian.
"As an ordinary immortal, I still have a glimmer of hope. I will wait until the monks' attention is focused on Venerable Jialan, and then find a chance to leave."
There was a flash of hatred in his eyes. Ever since the Yellow-browed Old Buddha established Xiaoxitian at the ruins of Tianting, all the righteous gods of the Eight Divisions have disappeared.
Most of the eight disciples were classified into Xiaoleiyin Temple, and only a few of the eight disciples survived.
Yan Wen is one of the few disciples who adheres to the Eightfold Tradition. There are only a few thousand of them, wandering around the shallow ghost city. This time they came to Xiaoxitian to find the Eightfold True God.
"Damn it, there are obviously clues to the Righteous God. If you run away and leave, it will be useless to enter Xiaoxitian again."
Yan Wen grabbed the magic talisman hard and then let out a long sigh. .
In any case, only by being alive can the Eight Tribes of Taoism be reestablished. A hundred years will not make a thousand years. Even if the Eight Tribes of True Gods die, sooner or later someone will stand out and be promoted to Earth Immortal.
Yan Wengang was about to activate the magic talisman, but his expression suddenly became shocked.
I saw a monk chanting the four words Venerable Jialan enthusiastically, kneeling three times and knocking nine times as he walked towards Shen Lian, but he was only ten meters away.
Crack, click, click.
The creepy sound of bones colliding sounded.
The monk had just witnessed the vortex scripture between Shen Lian's eyebrows. His limbs were twisted for no reason, and his bones began to curl up in a weird and inexplicable way.
Crack.
The monk turned into a ball and completely died.
Shen Lian raised his brows. He seemed to have figured out the use of some unknown scriptures, and his attempt to spread them directly caused the monk to twist and die.
Abbot Mingran slowed down, pointed at the center of Shen Lian’s eyebrows and shouted: “Buddha’s Sanskrit words are all in a straight circle, but his Sanskrit words are in reverse circles!”
"He is not Lord Jialan!! He is the great demon recorded in the Buddhist scriptures!!!"
"Oh?"
Shen Lian touched his eyebrows and turned to look at the people in the temple. Buddha statue.
It is indeed as Abbot Zhi Ran said, the vortex scriptures on the Buddha statue are clockwise, and I don’t know if it is because of the different paths of understanding.
Shen Lian relied on the career panel to forcibly refine the unknown scripture.
The evil Buddhas were probably given to them by Xiao Xitian.
"Let me look through your Buddhist scriptures. I'm very curious about how it records the so-called great demon, Jie Jie Jie."
Shen Lian walked towards the temple.
The monks came to their senses, the fear in their eyes was palpable, their bodies were filled with Buddha light, and they desperately waved their fists to stop Shen Lian's actions.
Abbot Mingran stumbled into the temple, knelt down in front of the Buddha statue and prayed.
Bang bang bang bang.
Shen Lian moved his index finger, and his fingertips landed on the foreheads of the monks one by one. When he pulled them out, a little blood fell, and their souls were wiped out.
"It's really scary. What did the yellow-browed old Buddha find in the ruins of Heavenly Court?"
He glanced at his fingertips and saw that the flesh of the twisted monk turned into a vortex when it came into contact.
You have to know that I am a real earth immortal with unprecedented foundation, but I ended up getting hurt when I faced a group of monks from the fake eighth realm.
Shen Lian passed over the stunned Yan Wen and came to the simple temple.
Ignoring the abbot Ming Ran who was knocking on the wooden fish and chanting sutras, he looked at the Buddha statue and couldn't help but smile: "The appearance is somewhat similar to mine."
It was clearly engraved on the plaque With a line of big characters.
【Now Buddha Sakyamuni】
“Interesting, I haven’t even joined Xiaoleiyin Temple yet, Master Huangmei has already helped me shape the Buddha statue, Sakyamuni? Haha, Master Uncle, uncle, why are you still thinking about me?"
Shen Lian picked up a few volumes of Buddhist scriptures on the altar and began to read them.
Soon, he discovered records about the great demon.
“When Sakyamuni became enlightened, a wisp of evil thoughts turned into the demon Lord Tianwen. Tianwen was the Lord of the Buddha’s Desire Realm. He was an evil person and a murderer. He often hated the Dharma. .”
There are related illustrations in Buddhist scriptures, which are similar-looking demons and Buddhas.
The center of Sakyamuni's eyebrows is a clockwise vortex, and the center of the demon's eyebrows is a counterclockwise vortex. The picture shows Sakyamuni pressing the demon without moving.
Shen Lian sneered a few times. It seemed that Huang Mei had foreseen that he would come to Xiaoxitian, and he also knew this unknown scripture very well.
"But, since the devil is talking about me, Sakyamuni seems to have other intentions."
Shen Lian had many thoughts, and an idea came to his mind.
At the same time.
The scriptures recited by Abbot Mingran became more and more chaotic, his facial features became more distorted, and his face was like a sunken vortex of terror.
Then he held his head in his hands, and his body became as thin as a stick.
The talisman held by Yan Wen spontaneously ignited without fire, and his face turned pale with fear.
He did not stay away from the temple immediately. Although he did not know the origin of the demon lord, it was obvious that Shen Lian was standing on the opposite side of Xiao Xitian.
"Devil...Demon Lord, that ghost monk has achieved enlightenment and is about to be promoted to a human immortal, or Lord Jialan, so be careful."
After Yan Wen reminded him, Shen Lianfang Throw away the Buddhist scriptures at hand.
"Don't leave! Demon Lord!!"
Abbot Mingran murmured vaguely, the twisted facial features gradually disappeared, and the vortex formed a clockwise scripture between the eyebrows.
From the perspective of the naked eye, Abbot Mingran was skinny and almost dead.
If you look through the unknown scriptures, you will know that the abbot's Buddha's light has risen into the sky, his skin is stained with gold, and his aura is extremely powerful.
“I, the Buddha, have mercy and let me come and save you, this great demon!”
Shen Lian still stood there, feeling the strangeness in his body and soul, as if there was an invisible force twisting his body and soul.
Unknown Sutra actively resisted, but after all, it was only at the level of Hinayana Buddhism. After a while, a vortex appeared in his chest.
Abbot Mingran’s confidence increased greatly and he continued to recite a few verses.
Then four pairs of arms grew out from the ribs, the neck rose half a meter, and the light of the Buddha formed behind the head, forming a deformed and terrifying phantom of the Buddha.
“After the great demon is saved, she will definitely be received by Sakyamuni, and it will not be impossible to achieve Arhat status by then.” Abbot Ming Ran’s twisted limbs stretched out, and his fists were like thousands of arms. The taste of punch.
The shadow behind his head made the same move, and the whole temple seemed to be shrouded in splendor, showing a strength far beyond that of a first-time immortal.
Yan Wen could feel the terror of the Abbot with just his naked eyes.
He is full of distracting thoughts, and only by facing the evil Buddha directly can he understand the despair in it. Ordinary monks can only be promoted to human immortals after nine deaths, but the evil Buddha can advance by leaps and bounds with a simple epiphany.
No wonder Xiao Xitian doesn’t care about the remaining eight disciples.
"How to recapture the Eight Branches of Taoism? Does Zhengshen really have any hope of defeating the enemy Huang Mei?"
Yan Wen's face turned blue and purple, his body, soul and aura had gone crazy. Despair almost defeated the Taoist heart, and his legs softened and he knelt down. Fall to the ground.
He heard Shen Lian tut, as if he was praising Xiao Xitian.
Yan Wen raised his head and happened to see Buddha seals hitting Shen Lian one after another. The latter smiled and stroked the bone blade on his waist with an intriguing expression.
He smiled bitterly and shook his head, "How can you put your hope in the Demon Lord? Even if the Demon Lord is willing to help the Eight Departments, he is not from the same sect..."
As soon as the thought came out, an indescribable heat hit my face.
Yan Wen subconsciously covered his face, his skin and flesh were sizzling, which was obviously the extremely hot blood, and his expression was incredible.
"A warrior? How could he be a warrior!"
Yan Wen looked again and saw that Shen Lian's right hand had swelled to the size of ten meters.
It was clear that the abbot had no power to fight back, his head was firmly grasped by his right hand, and the other arms struggled constantly, but the power gap was too great.
Yan Wen's eyes were full of trance, as if the actual energy and blood were not fake.
In an instant.
Shen Lian's fingers contracted suddenly, his muscles tightened, and his energy and blood had reached the point where he could no longer look directly, making Yan Wen's eyes burst into tears.
“Hello.”
When Yan Wen heard Shen Lian calling him, he quickly wiped away his tears.
Shen Lian asked: "This person is the abbot of the temple. Will it cause trouble if he dies?"
Abbot Ming Ran squeezed out the words from his throat, "Devil...Demon Lord" , I will not...let you go..."
"Say quickly."
Yan Wen hesitated and said: "It will be fine in a short time, but the temples thousands of miles around are affiliated. A Bodhisattva will definitely notice the clues on the day of offering sacrifices."
"It will be fine in a short time."
As soon as Shen Lian finished speaking, an insignificant muffled sound echoed.
Fragments of flesh and bone squeezed out from between the fingers, and the headless body fell to the ground. The limbs twitched for a moment and then stopped breathing.
Shen Lian's right arm returned to normal, but the fingers were twisted unnaturally.
"It's a hedgehog, you can't touch it. If you touch it, you will be unlucky."
He used his strength and forcibly straightened his fingers one by one.
Fortunately, only the physical body has been distorted. If it is a soul, it is likely that there will be problems with cognition, and the cognition of true and false will be reversed.
"What do you call it?"
Shen Lian opened his mouth and swallowed, and all the corpses were submerged into the alchemy furnace.
Yan Wen shuddered, "Demon Lord, I am Yan Wen, an outer disciple of the Ministry of Finance. I am not from Xiao Xitian's side. I belong to..."
"You have also practiced martial arts? ”
Yan Wen heard Shen Lian mention martial arts and became even more certain that the latter was also a warrior.
“Yes, most of the eight Nuo immortals died or were injured. Immortal species have been extinct a hundred years ago. Today, the only path left in the eight Taoist traditions is martial arts.”
Yan Wen asked cautiously: “ The Demon Lord recognizes his master Gao Qiu.”
“What happened to Gao Qiu?”
When Shen Lian heard the familiar name, he realized that the eight disciples who had survived until now were probably all dead. It was Junior Brother Gao Qiu who formed the clique.
"Master has become a human immortal. It's a pity that the martial arts immortal seeds he obtained were too few, otherwise we wouldn't have to look for traces of the righteous gods."
Yan Wen guessed that Shen Lian was one of the few people who obtained the martial arts immortal seeds. .
He was secretly excited. In this way, there were two human immortals in the Eight Divisions. Gao Qiu did not have to fight alone, and he was more sure of finding the right god.
Shen Lian did not expect that Gao Qiu had transformed into an immortal.
With Gao Qiu's qualifications, every step must be extremely difficult, and he has to lead eight disciples to regroup. He is no longer the junior disciple in his impression.
"Where is Gao Qiuren?"
"It has penetrated deeply into Xiaoxitian. Only the master himself knows the details. I can only contact him for a moment every six months."
Shen Lian suspects the ghost father. Wait until the demon is also with Gao Qiu, otherwise it will be unrealistic for a mere human being to survive in Xiaoxitian.
He stretched out and said, "Yan Wen, I will stay here for a while. If you have any questions about martial arts, just ask me."
Yan Wen said softly: "Senior , Master once said that martial arts cannot be studied deeply.”
"Yes?"
"He said that martial arts was originally created by Sakyamuni. Practicing martial arts is to make a wedding dress for Sakyamuni, so the eight-part Taoist tradition must be reestablished."
Shen Lian grinned, his blood and energy leaking out.
Yan Wen took a few steps back.
“Yan Wen, please continue, what else did Gao Qiu mention?”
Yan Wen gritted his teeth and said: "Master, he said that after Sakyamuni worshiped the Queen of Xiaoxi, there was no possibility for the Eight Tribes to recapture the ruins of Heaven."
"Haha."
" "Come on, let's talk about this Sakyamuni in detail."
Shen Lian held the bone blade at his waist, and the sound of the sword overflowed.
"Sakyamuni's original name was Shen Lian. He should have been a Taoist disciple of the Wenbu and the founder of martial arts in the world. His cultivation reached the level of an Earth Immortal."
Yan Wen peeked at Shen Lian's reaction. The latter seemed to be suppressing his anger.
"Xiao Xitian was founded by Huang Mei, and the Buddha's teachings were taught by Sakyamuni."
"No wonder." Shen Lian sighed: "Every bald donkey exudes fake The aura of a shoddy warrior."
Qiang.
The bone blade is unsheathed.
As the sword light shuttled back and forth, the Buddha statue behind Shen Lian turned into powder.
He has figured out the situation. Sakyamuni is indeed related to him. He is the life-saving hair left at the ruins of Heaven.
Monkey's hair contains a hint of refinement.
Huang Mei used vellus hair to refine the fake into the real, and created a Sakyamuni to teach martial arts. Mortals who lack the heavenly soul are probably involved.
“What’s fake is fake, what’s the point of nondescript martial arts?”
"Sakyamuni, you should know about my existence, right? Claiming to be Buddha and calling me the Lord of Demons is ridiculous."
"If you care so much about authenticity, how afraid are you of me showing up? ?”
Shen Lian tore off a page of scriptures that contained pictures of Buddha and demons, turned it upside down and posted it on the wall.
In the original picture, it was Sakyamuni suppressing the demon lord. After the reverse, he turned into a demon lord and pounced on Sakyamuni.
“Yan Wen, after contacting your master, tell him.”
"Senior brother is back."
(End of this chapter)