The entangled black air sealed every part of this hall, like a huge decayed blood vessel, covering every wall, not even letting go of the golden Buddha statue in the middle.

The Buddha's light has been drowned, and the former kind and gentle Buddha statue, now surrounded by black vines, appears a bit gloomy and hideous, like a **** evil spirit.

Above the towering hall, a bunch of withered corpses hung here like dense wind chimes, and resentment gathered.

They seemed to sense the arrival of the two police officers, and at the same moment they cried and called for help.

The thick black tentacles moved on the ground, trying to get closer to the two wizards.

The monk with all red hair and beard has not realized the critical situation, and is anxious for the future of Tiandao Temple.

"Brother——"

The old monk walked all the way like sleepwalking after falling asleep, without saying a word.

Hongmei He Youshang, who hadn't received a response for a long time, was a little anxious, and couldn't help pulling the old monk and calling him.

Under this pull, the old monk's body was shaken and he said:

"Go away!"

That shout was made with Buddhism supreme magic, with a strong shock.

Wherever the sound went, it turned into invisible ripples, and the'Boom' swept out, pushing away the black air that was entangled in the intention.

The power of the Buddha's light purified the hall of the Buddha Hall, and immediately cleared the place where the two monks were.

The boundless black waves were pushed away, and large black clouds surged out, revealing the dim scene of the hall.

A thin child was sitting cross-legged in front of the big Buddha, with his head down, knocking on the wooden fish with a pious expression.

‘Boom boom boom——’

He seemed to sense the sight of the old monk and raised his head.

That face was extremely pale, and half of his pupils were obsessed and half resentful.

The little boy has the absolute purity of faith, yet he is in a demon realm, exuding a magical energy that shocks the world.

For some reason, he had not been completely assimilated by this devilish energy, as if someone had planted a seed of hope in his heart, so that he had not completely lost his goodwill.

The old monk's muddy eyes seemed to burst out, sweeping away the twilight energy from him.

At the moment of meeting, he seemed to see through the juvenile identity in front of him at a glance, muttering to himself:

"One thought becomes a Buddha, one thought becomes a devil——"

"Brother, what are you talking about?"

The monk with red beard and hair heard the old monk's words and couldn't help but asked him curiously.

But seeing the old monk beckoning, he called out:

"come."

In the direction of his gaze, a child of about twelve was sitting cross-legged in a wide gray monk robe.

Recently, many people in Tiandao Temple have ‘died’, making the people in the temple panic.

I heard that there are ghosts in the temple, and all monks are afraid of being caught by ghosts, so they usually don't dare to go out behind closed doors, let alone go to the main hall to recite sutras.

In the hall where the incense was not adorned in the past, the incense candles had already burned, and the ashes in the incense burner hadn't been cleaned for a long time, not to mention the monks who chanted the scriptures, they didn't know where they were hiding.

At this time, there was still a young man sitting in the temple and knocking on the wooden fish chanting scriptures, so that the red eyebrow monk's frowning eyebrows were loosened.

As soon as Ah Qi saw the old monk beckoning, he knocked on the wooden fish.

With his instinct, he could sense that this old monk was very powerful, and those old eyes seemed to see through his heart.

He stood up and walked towards the second monk.

"You child, you are very sincere to the Buddha." Seeing him coming, the red-browed monk couldn't help but praise him.

The old monk smiled, seeing him standing still in front of him, and couldn't help reaching out his hand to touch the top of his smooth head:

"How many scenes did you have when you entered the temple?"

A Qi shook his head and answered obediently:

"Can not remember."

After he entered the monastery, he only asked the Buddha to knock on the wooden fish, day by day, not knowing how much time passed.

"What's your reason for entering the temple?" The old monk was not disappointed at what he said, but just asked.

"I want to find my mother." Ah Qi raised his head and looked at the old monk.

In his pupils, there is black air like a dragon, which keeps turning in his black pupils with his breathing, forming two weird worlds.

"She once mentioned Tiandao Temple, she will definitely come here, I want to find her."

The old monk smiled and pointed to the top of his head:

"Did you do this?"

The red eyebrow monk went inside without knowing it, raised his head and looked at the upper part of the main hall. He was immediately taken aback and took a breath:

"When did so many yellow silks hang on it?"

He didn't do enough, he couldn't break the secrets hanging under Huang Ling, he could only see the floating yellow sails, and couldn't hear the wailing of resentful souls.

Ah Qi nodded very calmly when he heard the old monk's question, and said:

"I want to pray to the Buddha to see my mother as soon as possible. A monk told me that I need to offer sacrifices before the Buddha can see my sincerity."

The little boy tilted his head and said with some doubts:

"I don't understand, only do my best."

"My mother once said that human life is precious and unique." He dedicated the most precious thing to the Buddha, and the Buddha must be satisfied.

"But Master, why haven't I seen my mother? The Buddha thinks that my sincerity is not enough?"

The child's words are innocent and innocent. For some reason, I looked at the red eyebrow monk who was very pleasing to the little monk before, and I faintly felt something was wrong when I heard this.

"Brother..."

His expression became wary, but the old monk waved his hand, not looking at him, just looking at Ah Qi:

"What's your name?"

"My name is Song." The young boy was very cautious, pursing his lips:

"I don't have a name, but my mother calls me Aqi."

"Pray for God to ask the Buddha, be mindful and not good at it." He sighed, looking at the corpses hanging on the yellow silk, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes:

"If the time is right, your mother will show up in person. If the time is not right, why bother?"

"No!" A child with an innocent face before, his face suddenly became gloomy after hearing his words:

"If my mother doesn't show up, it must be because the sacrifices are not enough, and the Buddha has not yet sensed my heart."

He shook his head, he was very firm about the opinions in his heart, and he didn't believe the old monk who was speaking at this time:

"I will continue to pray, my mother said, she will come to see me, she will not lie."

Having said that, he added another sentence, as if to comfort himself:

"Aqi has the brand that she made on her body."

The light in the old monk's eyes seemed to dimmed for a few minutes. Through the eyes of the Dharma, he could see that following the child's words, the devilish energy in the sky surged wildly and returned to the temple.

The shadow swallowed the light, covering the main hall and the golden body of the Buddha.

The shadows approached the place where the two monks were standing.

There is still a glimmer of hope in the child's eyes. This is the only opportunity for Tiandao Temple.

He shook his head:

"If your mother keeps her promise, she must be an upright person."

The old monk smiled, with a slight pity in his eyes:

"If she knows you made a big mistake when she comes, how can she tolerate you?"

His words made the child suffer.

Darkness swept across, and Huang Fan kept swinging.

There were no fewer than a hundred corpses hanging under the yellow silk, and they all wailed in pain.

A Qi's body shrank into a ball, her hands wrapped around her shoulders, revealing a hint of fragility.

The flames in his eyes flickered, as if he was about to lose control.

"No, no, no..."

The little boy shook his head nervously and said to himself:

"Mother will not dislike Ah Qi..."

The demonic energy split, penetrated into each side of the hall, turned into countless thoughts, attached to each corpse:

"Will not……"

"Will not……"

"Will not……"

The corpses opened their mouths in pain, and they all babbled together. Under the impetus of the devilish energy, they seemed to contain the world's greatest malice, but they strangely appeased Ah Qi who was about to lose control.

Through the mouth of these corpses, he seemed to temporarily soothe his uneasy heart after being picked up by the old monk.

"My mother, I won't dislike Ah Qi."

"I will wait for her here, and I will offer more sacrifices to the Buddha... I will definitely wait for her!"

The young man's tone was firm, with an unshakable will in his eyes.

He didn't know that the person he was eager to wait for was standing not far from him, looking at him, but regretted that he couldn't show up.

...

The boy returned to his original position and knocked the wooden fish again.

The two monks quietly left the main hall and returned to the inner court.

"Brother, I think that kid is wrong." After seeing Ah Qi, the red-browed monk was very worried.

The cultivator's keen sense made him aware of the danger of Ah Qi, and wanted to cut the grass and root.

The old monk stood in the inner courtyard, looking at the temple, without making a sound for a long time.

"I entered the temple at the age of seven." His eyes fell on an old tree in the corner of the inner courtyard.

The roots of the ancient tree are so thick that at least three people can hug it together. It was full of vitality, but now it has withered, as if it has entered a cycle.

"When I entered the temple, the tree had just reached the shape of a person's memory, but now it is close to being angry."

The old monk answered the question, with a bit of loneliness in his words, which made the red-browed monk look a little surprised.

His strength has reached the first rank, unparalleled in the world, even the emperor in the imperial city who protects his body with dragon energy must fear him for seven points.

But such a strong man in the semi-god realm, at this time, seemed to reveal a bit of depression-as if something was hidden in his heart.

He followed the old monk's gaze and saw the old tree that had withered.

The leaves fell all over the ground, but no one cleared them.

Without a tree canopy to block the light, it is indeed a bit decadent.

This tree grew up in the temple and was influenced by the light of the Buddha. It is also quite spiritual. It has always grown very well, with luxuriant branches and leaves. Perhaps it will die under the influence of the recent devilish energy.

The old monk entered the monastery very early, and his feelings for this tree must be different. Seeing it withered, his mood was affected.

The red-browed monk smiled and said:

"Brother, flowers bloom from time to time. This is the law of nature."

He vaguely felt that there was something wrong with the brother since he left the hall.

But the old monk has a lot of cultivation base, and he doesn't know what's wrong.

"But everything has its own reincarnation. Those of us who study Buddhism should understand this truth best."

In the law, everything grows and restrains each other, and yin and yang cannot be born alone.

With a smile, he stretched out his hand:

"If there is death, there is life, brother, look there."

In the direction pointed by the red-browed monk, a thin green bud was struggling to germinate from the rhizomes of the dead old tree, bringing another ray of life to this declining temple.

"Withered and glorious, God will never cut off the path of life, brother, you are now in sight."

The old monk's body shook heavily and his eyes widened.

Sure enough, he saw the green sprout, which had not yet been stained with a strong magical energy, and was swaying with the wind.

"If the old ones don't go away, how will the new ones come?" The red-browed monk didn't know what he was thinking, and said with a smile:

"After the decayed old tree dies, it will turn into nutrients and contain new tree buds. One day, it will grow into a brand-new forest."

"exactly--"

The old monk seemed to be enlightened in an instant, and the black air that had originally appeared in his eyes faded unwillingly with the words of the red-browed monk.

"How can I stand again without breaking? If I don't die, it's hard to get a new life...I was affected by the devilish energy, and I almost lost my state of mind unknowingly."

In the temple, when he met Ah Qi, he was invaded by demonic energy without realizing it.

If it weren't for the red-browed monk to wake him up, the consequences would be disastrous.

At this time, the devilish energy broke, and the old monk swept away the previous decadence, and the whole person became peaceful and peaceful.

"Dynasty and Tiandao Temple are like this old tree, with its roots rotted." After he understood it, his eyes were a bit determined.

"Senior brother, what do you mean?" The red-browed old monk was taken aback for a moment, and then he asked.

"It's going to change." The old monk glanced at him and told him:

"From today, you choose some monks in the temple, leave here, don't cut off the temple heritage."

"Brother..."

"Tiandao Temple has something serious, and it can no longer be kept." At this point, the old monk no longer concealed it from him:

"But you are right. To live is to die."

The light in the young boy's eyes was still bright, and there was still room for maneuvering.

Just like this withered and glorious old tree, there is a glimmer of vitality under the breath of life.

The old monk with red eyebrows was a little flustered when he heard what he said.

He understands the behavior of the old monk, and it is impossible for him to joke about such a thing.

The old monk has reached the level of a holy monk, and he said that there is a big problem in Tiandao Temple, and it can never be a trivial matter.

"Brother mean, we want to abandon the monk and flee?"

The first thought in the heart of the red-browed monk was: Is it possible that the dynasty is exhausted?

"You are leaving." The old monk shook his head after hearing his words.

"I have been in the temple for many years, and it is difficult to separate from Tiandao Temple."

"I will stay in the temple, coexist and die with this temple." The heritage of the temple cannot be broken, and some fires need to be kept and sent on.

He glanced at the scared monk with red eyebrows, and his words became milder:

"Don't worry, I have a hunch that heaven will not be cut off. As you said, the old will not go, and the new will not come."

The dynasty has decayed, and the royal family is obsessed with power and ignores the people of the world.

When Tiandao Temple was established, it was originally to promote Buddhism and benefit the people.

But as the temple grows bigger and there are more monks, the hearts of the people have already deviated from their original trajectory.

It's not that he doesn't know the deeds of the monks in the temple, but one person is easy to manage, but a thousand people are difficult to tame.

He is old and unable to change this destiny driven by ambition and violence.

Perhaps the arrival of the devil fetus is a good thing for this decadent world.

Do not break or stand.

After the death of the Jedi, there may be another new life.

When the decay is completely dead, the untainted will will show new miracles.

"I'm not really going to die~lightnovelpub.net~ The old monk's eyes have the kindness and wisdom to see through everything:

"I just watched the temple temporarily, and waited until one day in the future, the people of inheritance will come back here and take over my will again."

For practitioners, the flesh is just a skin, a kind of bondage, and the will is eternal.

The red-browed monk had already expected something, so he couldn't cry.

Outside the hall, Song Qingxiao did not know when he stood there.

She heard the conversation between the two monks, and noticed that as the old monk brushed away the devilish energy, the whole person's mood seemed to have improved.

"Could it be that this person was the eminent monk who later sealed Tiandao Temple?"

She spoke softly and was used to no one in this world would find herself.

But as soon as the voice fell, I saw the old monk who was talking to the red-browed monk, turning his head and looking in her direction, as if he had found her trace, showing a faint smile with his hands. He Shi, nodded slightly at her in salute.