Patriarch of Wanjiao

Chapter 262: The Way of Buddhism!The IOU Left by the Black Sword ([-] in [-])

The real demon is hidden in the Temple of Fumo, but the real demon is fed with a sword.

Feng Wannian's talent needless to say, among thousands of people, he stands out and achieves the career of domineering swordsmanship. This alone surpasses his peers, and his scenery is unparalleled.

In addition, this courage of "breeding demons" is enough to make many arrogances in Xuantian Pavilion feel sad.

Perhaps, the Celestial Sword Seed also had insight into its mysteries, but he was obsessed with power and couldn't extricate himself.

Compared with the realm and cultivation level that can be obtained at his fingertips, he can even give up the future, and at the moment that must come, he is willing to become a source of merit.

The Xuantian Dao Seed is a supreme grand plan that spans nearly a thousand years, and becoming a part of His Majesty Shenzong's ambition is also a kind of glory and destination.

However, Feng Wannian is not willing to succumb to fate. He would rather give up everything, cut off his cultivation, and even get involved in taboos.

Since he chose this path, Li Mo naturally wanted to clear the way for him, and guarded it firmly, and would not let anyone go beyond the threshold.

clang... clang... clang...

The heavy bell resounded long and loudly, echoing on the cold front yard square, and a misty wisp of incense rose from the main hall.

"Don't die."

Li Mo took a deep look at the main hall of Fumo, and thought to himself.

"Feng Wannian actually entrusted his life and death to you... The overbearing sword species never trusts anyone."

Concubine Shi Ming's voice brought back Li Mo's thoughts.

The lioness, who was enlightened by the eminent monks of Tianchan Mountain and guarded the Fumo Temple, stared at Li Mo without blinking, unable to hide her curiosity.

In her impression, the domineering sword species is a different kind, with almost no human emotions and thoughts on it.

It's hard to imagine that after five years, this man has become different, and he has entrusted his life and death to another person.

In the eyes of Concubine Shi Ming, Li Mo, who was born in Luofu Mountain, is not qualified to stand here.

Not to mention, does he have the power to protect the domineering sword species?

"What? Is he so unpopular?" Li Mo turned around and smiled lightly.

"He..." Concubine Shi Ming was silent for a while, and then whispered: "He rarely interacts with people."

"That's not right...he has so many ways to die, he knows more than half of the widows at the bottom of our mountain..." Li Mo said truthfully.

"Widow!?" Concubine Shi Ming was stunned.

She couldn't imagine what kind of life Feng Wannian had lived in the past five years.

"A day like a fairy..." Li Mo said indifferently.

Feng Wannian once said that every man has a dream of a widow hidden in his heart. With the resources of a widow in his hand, the paths will continue to widen and become more and more.

"Ah ah ah..."

At this moment, a heart-piercing cry came from the side hall, like a ghost from purgatory, full of indescribable madness.

"What's the sound?" Li Mo followed the prestige and couldn't help asking.

In the side hall in the northwest corner, the gate is as red as fire, and one hundred and eight copper nails are engraved with symbols, and there are bronze lions guarding both sides, with their fangs bared, showing angry images.

"Those... are all disciples who have undergone mutations near the main hall..."

Concubine Shi Ming hesitated to speak, but finally said softly.

"Give birth to a mutation?"

Li Mo's face was slightly gloomy, and he couldn't help walking over.

"Don't get too close... it will be contagious..."

Seeing this, Concubine Shi Ming hurriedly stopped her.

At this moment, Li Mo was already standing outside the side hall. With his powerful spiritual sense, he could vaguely see that the inside of the hall was pitch black, except for a dim oil lamp burning, bringing some light.

In a trance, figures flickered one after another. They hugged their heads and cried, the skin on their faces was wrinkled like a hanging bag, and they didn't even have facial features.

In addition, some people's bodies are stuck together like mud, and the joints are constantly wriggling, revealing the strangeness of life.

"What are these?" Li Mo frowned slightly.

Such a strange appearance, even if he had seen many ghosts and gods, he couldn't help being stunned.

"They approached the main hall and saw that strange earthen jar, which caused a change." Concubine Shi Ming said in a deep voice.

"It became like this just by being close?" Li Mo asked.

Concubine Shi Ming nodded: "Everyone will show different changes, and this change will be contagious like a plague, that's why they are imprisoned here."

"Then why not...humane destruction?" Li Mo couldn't help but ask.

"Destroy...humane? What a new word."

Concubine Shi Ming shook her head: "There are considerations from above..."

"Research?" Li Mo blurted out.

"Explore the truth and avoid a more unfortunate disaster."

Concubine Shi Ming took a deep look at Li Mo and corrected her.

This is for the benefit of future generations, the work is in the present, and the benefit is in the future.

"So let them here... hug their heads and cry, cross-infection?"

Li Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly said: "That's right... Will... just throw some people in after a while?"

"presumptuous!"

Concubine Shi Ming's complexion changed suddenly, and she shouted in a deep voice.

"Brother Li, don't talk nonsense... This is the Xuantian Pavilion, and the Fumo Temple is one of the dojos in Tianchan Mountain." Zheng Ji heard this, his face trembled, and he couldn't help reminding.

The five great mountain gates have a detached status. At that time, their ancestors were all serving by Shenzong's side. Later, when Shenzong exterminated the Dharma, each of the five great mountain gates occupied five directions and supervised all the mountain gates in the world.

Therefore, even in this Xuantian Pavilion, they also have their own dojos, and Fumo Temple is one of the dojos in Tianchan Mountain.

"Let me talk casually...don't mind." Li Mo spread his hands and said.

"You are quite courageous... no wonder you get mixed up with Feng Wannian." Concubine Shi Ming said meaningfully.

hum...

As the breeze blew, the bluish-blue copper bells rang crisply at the eaves of the side hall of the Red Gate. Immediately, the crying in the hall dissipated a lot, and the hostility around it also subsided.

"What kind of treasure is this?" Li Mo looked up and saw the extraordinaryness of this green bell.

"This is called [Jie Er Ling], and it is a magic weapon refined in Tianchan Mountain. It can cleanse the soul, purify the spiritual sense, eliminate disasters and solve problems, and suppress demons..." Shi Mingfei explained.

Jieering Bell is a Buddhist treasure. If ordinary people hang it at home, it can protect the safety of the house. Anyone who lives in this house will stay away from blood for a lifetime. offspring.

The most important thing is that if the bell is hung in the house, even the Jiulu ghosts will not dare to approach it.

"So amazing? How much does it cost?" Li Mo couldn't help asking.

Concubine Shi Ming rolled her eyes, clasped her hands together and said, "Buddhism doesn't talk about money, it talks about fate...Eighteen thousand fate."

"Huh!?" Li Mo was taken aback for a moment.

"One predestined relationship equals 30 taels."

Concubine Shi Ming looked at Li Mo's puzzled expression, and immediately explained.

"..."

"You are a disciple of Xuantian Hall, and a friend of the Domineering Sword Kind... If you want, the fate within you can be shallower." Concubine Shi Ming said lightly.

"Good good good good ah."

Li Mo clasped his hands together, couldn't help but chuckled and shook his head.

Now he finally knows why the five great mountain gates can be so detached, surpassing the world's mountain gates.

On the one hand, originating from the history of the five great mountain gates, its ancestors and Shenzong are old, and the ingredients are placed there, which is naturally unique and unique.

Because of this, they have a complete inheritance, which has never been dated. Unlike other sects, mystical skills have been castrated or even banned.

On the other hand, the five great mountain gates do make money in a good way.

After all, cultivation consumes the most resources, and without huge financial support, even geniuses like Jiang Chen and Wu Xiang can hardly grow up.

This [Jie Erling] alone is worth a lot. With the name of Tianchan Mountain, Li Mo believes that there are many rich and powerful families who are willing to accept this fate and invite it back to worship.

Leaving aside, Li Mo heard that Tianchan Mountain's annual income from incense burns alone is enough to make Luofu Mountain far behind.

That is an astronomical figure that ordinary people dare not imagine.

"You don't need this kind of expression...Tianchan Mountain is the richest among the five great mountain gates...Even Black Sword used to climb the mountain to borrow money back then."

"Borrow money!?" Li Mo showed a strange look.

It is not surprising that Tianchan Mountain is the richest man in the five mountain gates.

A person like Hei Jian can climb mountains to borrow money! ?
Isn't he the most amazing man in 300 years?Where is the courage?
"Indeed."

Concubine Shi Ming nodded: "Back then, Hei Jian was also down and down. In the trough of his life, he secretly invited [-] eminent monks home as guests without leaving his name, and later brought their monk robes and cassocks to the mountain to borrow money..."

"Um!?"

"Tianchan Mountain was greatly shocked by Hei Jian's hospitality, and wanted to keep him for dinner... But Hei Jian is too thin-skinned, and he went up the mountain to borrow money, so how could he have the face to stay for a long time?"

"In the end, he took half of the wealth in Tianchan Mountain's treasury, left an IOU, and left ashamed."

Concubine Shi Ming said softly: "Later, I heard that Black Sword sent all the three hundred eminent monks to the caves of the demons and ghosts, in order to fulfill their desire to save demons and ghosts..."

Three hundred eminent monks entered the demon cave. This legend is widely spread among the people.

Song Henian, the court painter at that time, also painted this painting. The scroll is 33 feet long, recreating the grand scene of Buddhist disciples and ordinary beings, saving demons and ghosts.

It is said that among the 20 eminent monks, the longest prisoner... was kept in the demon cave for more than [-] years, and half of his body was buried in the ground when he came out.

"Unexpectedly, there is such a good story between Senior Heijian and Tianchan Mountain... It's really touching, touching..." Li Mo couldn't help sighing.

Beside, Zheng Ji listened, his complexion became more and more strange.

He also knew about this past, but it seemed a bit different from what he heard now.

Concubine Shi Ming's expression was indifferent, and she took a deep look at Li Mo: "I heard that when Hei Jian sent those three hundred eminent monks to the caves of various demons and ghosts, he also charged some symbolically..."

"remuneration!"

"This...this is labor export..." Li Mo said with a dry smile.

"Heijian gave Tianchan Mountain such a chance to become famous, and borrowed half of their property..."

Speaking of this, Concubine Shi Ming paused for a moment: "That is the savings of Tianchan Mountain for thousands of years..."

"How much does it cost... how much fate!?" Li Mo was envious when he heard it.

Hei Jian left the [Nine Fate Method], why didn't he think of leaving some fate behind! ?

"Did you pay it back later?"

"Do you think you can pay it back?" Concubine Shi Ming said calmly.

"It's a pity..." Li Mo couldn't help shaking his head when he heard this.

"I can't tell, although you are from Luofu, you are of the same lineage as Heijian, and your three views are quite upright." Concubine Shi Ming looked at Li Mo's heartbroken appearance, but respected him in awe.

"Since you haven't paid it back, why did you borrow half of it?" Li Mo muttered to himself.

Keep half of it and wait to lend it to someone! ?
"Since then, Tianchan Mountain has never forgotten the black sword. After 300 years of death, the IOU is still enshrined in the mountain..." Concubine Shi Ming said lightly.

"Everyone is dead... Is it possible that they are still planning to chase them down?" Li Mo only thought it was funny.

I am afraid that Tianchan Mountain will not be able to recover this bad debt.

"Not necessarily."

While talking, Concubine Shi Ming looked at Li Mo: "Do you know what is written on that IOU?"

"what?"

"It doesn't count in this life, it will be paid back in future generations."

At this point, Concubine Shi Ming looked at Li Mo with a strange look.

"How did I hear that you are still staring at the name of the heir of the Black Sword..."

"You...don't talk nonsense, I have nothing to do with him...I haven't even heard of him..." Li Mo's eyes widened.

What does it have to do with future generations if one dies and pays off debts! ?

"I just said casually, why are you so nervous?"

Concubine Shi Ming slowly withdrew her gaze.

"However, your identity is a bit stinging for the disciples of Tianchan Mountain... It's better to keep a low profile."

"I am the most low-key and tolerant in my life... I have never had any conflicts with the disciples of Tianchan Mountain."

Li Mo said lightly.

"This is Fumo Temple, one of the dojos in Tianchan Mountain... Let's go to the back hall and wait."

Concubine Shi Ming made a gesture of invitation, while looking at the central main hall.

It stands to reason that Feng Wannian should not be able to come out for a while.

"No need."

Li Mo shook his head, went straight to the monk's flag in the front yard square, and sat cross-legged.

Since he agreed to guard the gate for Feng Wannian, he naturally stayed close to each other and lived and died together.

"Don't worry, this place is very strange, and generally no one will come."

Seeing Li Mo's seriousness, Concubine Shi Ming couldn't help but speak.

"Unexpectedly, in Fumo Temple, I can meet an old friend."

Suddenly, an indifferent sound suddenly sounded, like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning, deafening.

"someone is coming."

Zheng Ji's face was slightly condensed, and he turned his head to look.

Outside the gate of the courtyard, a young monk came walking with a rosary in his hand, dust was flying all over his body, and his robe was fluttering in the wind.

"No phase!"

Li Mo raised his eyes slightly, his expression slightly concentrated.

"Looking at Xuancheng's decision, brother Dao will be safe and sound?"

Wuxiang clasped his hands together, pronounced the Buddha's name, and looked at Li Mo with a calm expression as usual.

"Good talk!"

Li Mo nodded as a salute, and immediately raised his hand to signal.

"Good monk, no one else is accepted here today."

"Brother Dao was joking, Fumo Temple is my Tianchan Mountain dojo. I come here with the Buddha's order, so I should be qualified to enter."

Wu Xiang condensed his voice and whispered softly, but his deep eyes shone with a faint golden light.

"It's you...the successor of the black sword, set foot on the clean ground, and be punished like a demon!"

The cold voice exploded in front of Fumo Temple, and the voice rumbled like a King Kong scolding.

At this moment, Wuxiang's temperament has changed, and he no longer has the usual indifference and detachment, like the Buddha's anger, killing endlessly.

"So, you must go there today?"

Li Mo's eyes were as bright as the edge of a sword, and he slowly stood up from under the central monk's banner. In an instant, there seemed to be a knife's chant resounding, shaking people's hearts.

　keep writing!There are more nights! ! !

　
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