The main hall of Tuoni Temple became quiet for a while.
Some people from the Soul Realm who were saved by Monk Zhuzang have broken away from the shackles of inheritance and customs.
They can naturally live beyond thirty years old.
However, as they grow older, the physical characteristics of aliens will become more and more obvious.
People with horns are not considered real human beings, so this secret that has been hidden by the Corpse Immortal for countless years will be revealed by Zhu Zang.
Corpse Immortal Ling Yuntian is the true inheritor of the Corpse Soul Realm and the true descendant of the Wu Clan.
After learning this inference, Bai Yi slowly exhaled.
Sure enough, if they were not descendants of the Wu clan, who would use the Nine Corpses to welcome their ancestors and the Sutian Gate, a secret method that can be called a world-destroying catastrophe.
"You have saved eight hundred lotus terraces.
Great monk, your merits are immeasurable.
As for the Corpse Immortal, I will personally deal with him."
In the main hall, Bai Yi spoke in a solemn voice, with a kind of affirmation in his gentle tone.
It echoed and circled in the main hall, shaking away a layer of dust on the robes of eight hundred monks.
Zhuzang, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the Buddha, laughed silently and looked very happy.
Even an accomplished monk would feel happy with his old friend's affirmation.
Then he called the young monk.
"Fahui, Tuoni Temple is about to be demolished.
I have been my master for so many years.
Do you know what to do?"
The young monk named Fahui blinked his eyes and said: "The sky is a mattress and the earth is a collapse.
Since you are a monk, there is no place where you cannot become a home."
"Hahahahaha" Zhuzang's laughter was filled with indescribable relief, and he nodded and said: "The last disciple of the poor monk is indeed the one with the most wisdom.
Fahui, go down and pack your bags.
It's time for you to leave.
This The benefactor owes us ten thousand taels of gold.
He will take you to another world and leave to become a teacher.
You may or may not act rashly.
You may or may not worship the Buddha.
Just remember your original intention.
You don’t have to force anything.
Do you understand?
" The young monk obviously didn't quite understand the old monk's strange instructions.
He wanted to nod at first, but then shook his head.
There was obviously some fear and longing in the young man's eyes as he was about to leave the Tuoni Temple where he grew up.
"One day, you will understand.
Go ahead.
That chessboard is your favorite.
Don't forget to bring it."
Zhuzang lovingly watched the young monk walk out of the hall, went back to pack his luggage, and then turned to Bai Yi and said : "He is from the Soul Realm, but he also has righteous human blood.
It seems that he is not completely reduced to a foreign land in the Soul Realm.
He is still in the human world after all."
"Where are you taking him?"
Bai Yi did not shirk Zhuzang's entrustment, but asked where to take him.
"Changning, the hometown of poor monks."
The hometown that had never been mentioned before was revealed for the first time.
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Although the old monk didn't care where he was, he still had a trace of nostalgia for the hometown where he was born and raised.
He himself could no longer go back.
If the last disciple can be allowed to go back, then his last wish will be fulfilled.
"Okay, I will take him back to Changning Domain."
Bai Yi nodded and agreed.
"Thank you Immortal Lord."
Zhuzang smiled, then looked at the eight hundred skeleton monks in front of him, and said solemnly: "Unless the Corpse Immortal is eliminated, the Corpse Soul Realm will not see the light of day again, and the Nine Realms will also be destroyed.
The disaster of the world may be due to the disappearance of vitality in these years, but I can feel more of the breath of heaven and earth.
I am afraid that the witch clan is coming. " There is no life left in Zhuzang's body.
This old monk actually died many years ago, and now he is only supported by his huge thoughts.
He is already a dead man.
Although the body dies, the soul does not die.
This shows how strong Zhuzang's obsession is.
He is always waiting for his old friend to come so that he can finish entrusting him with the precious inheritance that he spent his entire life to obtain.
Zhu Zang's inheritance will not be commonplace.
After explaining the whereabouts of the closed disciples, Zhu Zang seemed to become more relaxed.
"Eight hundred lotus terraces, eight hundred divine powers, the poor monk has not been wasted for ten thousand years."
Zhuzang smiled and said: "My old bones are no longer of use, and I can't help my old friends much.
I can only use these eight hundred lotus terraces." , Help the Immortal Lord reach his peak again."
Zhuzang could tell Bai Yi's rebirth from the first moment he saw it.
The eminent monk who had long understood the cause and effect would not ask useless questions, but would only leave his true legacy to the last one.
It’s just someone who can unleash its power.
Click, click
As Zhuzang drank softly, the eight hundred skeletons in front of him started to move slowly.
The sound of bones rubbing against each other was heard one after another.
In the hall, it seemed as if eight hundred evil spirits came to life.
The thin skeletons slowly straightened their bodies, put their two skeletal hands together, and began a strange process of worshiping the Buddha.
In the spacious hall, there seemed to be the sound of Buddha singing a cappella, and the ferocious skeletons became more solemn.
These skeleton monks had long been freed from the shackles of their life experience and inheritance.
Although they had alien blood, they still worshiped the Buddha sincerely in front of the Buddha. one of the sentient beings.
A strange aura rose and fell in the hall, and a total of eight hundred pure Buddhist chants finally converged into a solemn Buddhist sound that resounded throughout the world.
Feeling the aura exuded by each skeleton monk, Bai Yi couldn't help but feel a little surprised.
That was actually eight hundred terrifying auras that were comparable to a combined body.
"One person, one thought, all the achievements of this poor monk over the past ten thousand years are here."
Zhuzang raised his head, looked at Bai Yi, and said solemnly: "It's just a meager contribution, old friend, please take these eight Each one of the Hundred Lotus Platforms can deliver the blow of a combined monk, but their Dharma Bodies are weak and cannot bear their responsibilities.
Their fate is to be annihilated by flying ashes. " Each of the eight hundred skeleton monks can exert their combined power once.
Even if they can only be destroyed with one move, it is equivalent to 800 full-strength strikes of the combined strongman.
This help may be nothing in the eyes of Sanxian. , but for Bai Yi today, it is really too important.
The legacy of his old friend was extremely rich.
Bai Yi clasped his fists at the old monk, but was speechless.
There is no need for politeness between old friends.
They both looked at each other and smiled with a tacit understanding.
There was an indescribable carefreeness in their smiles.
"On the occasion of my departure, I still have old friends to see me off.
I'm so lucky.
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I'm so lucky."
In the long smile, the gleam in the old monk's eyes was quickly extinguished until it finally disappeared.
The obsession that had supported him for many years also disappeared after being entrusted to him.
"I really want to see the corpse immortal destroyed with my own eyes, but it's a pity, it's a pity."
Zhuzang's obsession dissipated, leaving behind a last whisper.
He said leisurely: "Since the poor monk has been humble for thousands of years, he should not achieve anything.
Zhuzang's idea of Buddha's power is quite profound, maybe he can Help my friend break through the integration, and take it, and take it, Bai Yi, you must take it."
In the main hall, in front of the Buddha statue, the eyes of the old monk Zhuzang became hollow.
The dissipation of his obsession made this eminent monk who had lost all his vitality completely sit down, but a strange mass appeared on top of his head.
The air mass is shining with a faint luster.
If you cover it with spiritual consciousness, you can find that the air mass actually carries a kind of heaven and earth spiritual energy that is so pure that it can be called terrifying.
Buddha's thoughts are the essence of a Buddhist practitioner's life.
If he absorbs this extremely pure Buddha's thoughts, Bai Yi's cultivation in the later stages of becoming a god may be directly improved to the level of integration. s: Happy holidays to everyone: