Fengyunlu

The murderous intent is solemn! !

While knocking on the sky bell, Feng Wanlin's eyes did not move. The expression on his face did not change at all because of Yin Wushou's interruption. Even his aura was the same as before, seemingly gentle but as if nothingness. It seemed that he was trapped within the Hong Zhong, but upon closer inspection, it seemed more like Feng Wanlin had enveloped everyone within it.

This feeling was a bit subtle and extremely weak. Only Demon Monk Pudu present felt the slight difference. As for Zen Master Nirvana and Yin Wushou, they didn't seem to notice this.

It’s no wonder that Yao Monk Pudu is practicing outside. Over the years, he has encountered and learned a lot. Moreover, his own cultivation level has reached Hunyuan. He is about the same level as Zen Master Jie Mie, but is a whole level higher than Yin Wushou. The difference is Naturally, there are highs and lows.

Furthermore, the demon monk Pudu possesses a rare treasure. Although it was taken away by Feng Wanlin at this moment, after all, his cultivation level is there, and Feng Wanlin is equally inadequate compared to it. It is unknown whether he did it intentionally, and he harbors strange treasures. Bao didn't know how long it had been, and no one knew what insights or fortunes he had during this period. Therefore, Demon Monk Pudu was somewhat aware of the changes in Feng Wanlin's body at this moment.

"Amitabha, this matter started because of a poor monk, and it will end with a poor monk." The demon monk Pudu clasped his hands together, strode forward, came to the three people, and faintly blocked the front of Zen Master Jiannie. At the same time, he turned around He turned around and chanted the Buddha's name to Feng Wanlin.

Feng Wanlin nodded slightly. Feng Wanlin still admired the demon monk Pudu for his past actions. Because of this, when he admitted the tragedy in the city, Feng Wanlin secretly thought that there was something fishy inside and was not in a hurry to solve it. He did not meet directly to take action, but thought about seizing the suspicious bag, and then suppressing it, finally finding out the ins and outs of the matter, and then making the final decision here.

"Since the master is willing, I will ask the master to tell you about today's matter." Feng Wanlin nodded, and then the emptiness in his body became more and more solid, but his aura did not weaken, but he felt that his eyes were a little weak. The murderous intention dimmed.

At this moment, Zen Master Ji Mie slightly felt that Feng Wanlin was a little different. How to use the Knocking Bell, Zen Master Knocking on the Sky knew better than anyone else. In the past, when the Knocking Bell was shrouded, everyone was imprisoned, even if he was not there just now. Take action, but if anyone in this party moves or has any qi involved, as a magician himself, Zen Master Ji Mie is aware of everything, but Feng Wanlin's body is like nothingness, as if the whole place is gathered in reverse, this A faint change, but he could only feel it slightly until he restrained his breath at this moment. Moreover, Feng Wanlin's changes seemed to be a deliberate reminder that the prison here may not be able to trap him. It might be a cocoon to bind himself. Such a peaceful Zen Master I was horrified, and I couldn't help but raise Feng Wanlin's status in my heart again.

Zen Master Ji Mie's eyes changed, so did Yin Wushou, the leader of the White Tiger Hall. He realized later that even though he had repeatedly looked up to Feng Wanlin himself, until this moment he still felt that he was being looked down upon. If nothing else, he was the emperor's sword. With the Knocking Bell in his hand, he didn't know how to escape. Although he was bound to escape with the power of the Human Emperor Sword in the end, compared to Feng Wanlin, he never considered this at all. On the contrary, he directly borrowed magic to do so. On the contrary, this place was painted as a prison, which made Zen Master Ji Mie and Yao Monk Pudu quite afraid. Although he didn't know how to do this method, in Yin Wushou's opinion, it was probably Yin Taixu, the old master of Diyuan, or Bai Qianyi, the great emperor of Cangyun. If these two people were put in such a situation, they might not be any better than Feng Wanlin, and they might even be inferior. Yin Wushou swore in his heart that there was no need to oppose such a person, and he would never oppose him.

The demon monk Pudu felt that Feng Wanlin's attitude had softened, and knew that today's matter was still somewhat relieved. After all, if Zen Master Ji Mie was determined, he would definitely cause a Taoist chaos in the end. Feng Wanlin had a special identity, and among others, He himself is not easy to mess with. Such a person, not to mention the Cangyun Emperor Bai Ganyi and the Spring and Autumn Emperor Luo Hongchen behind him, even if he acts alone, it will be an inevitable disaster for the Buddha Sect, and such However, he brought this disaster on his own, and the demon monk Pudu couldn't let it go. He would blame himself extremely for this, and he didn't know what would happen if he was possessed by inner demons.

"Amitabha, Feng Donor has extraordinary magnanimity. Since he listens with heart, the poor monk will naturally not conceal it. However, what he said later involves many Buddhist secrets, and it is also related to many Taoist secrets. Some things are not yet covered. Huo Hou, please ask Donor Feng and Hall Master Yin to keep the secret for the poor monk after hearing this, otherwise the poor monk would rather take him away than leave a word." Demonic Monk Pudu said, and after speaking, he turned to face Silence Master Mie made a slight gesture.

Zen Master Nirvana immediately understood, stretched out his hand and tapped lightly in the air, and then swiped with a single finger. The golden fingertips opened a small crack in the air, and then slowly expanded, and finally turned into a half-open door. The golden light is shining, with a slightly familiar atmosphere, leading directly to the temple.

Yin Wushou looked confused and couldn't help but said: "This is..."

Zen Master Jie Mie explained directly: "Hall Master Yin is here to stay. Lao Na's nephew is going to tell a shocking mystery. Hall Master Yin is here to be a witness. It's just that the disciples of White Tiger Hall and the nobles of Emperor Garden will not listen to this matter." , on the contrary, it has caused trouble, and I would like to ask Hall Master Yin to give an order later. After I finish talking here, I will also withdraw my tactics and apologize to all the donors face to face."

"How dare you? Master Yu Yin is an elder. We had a fight before but it was a misunderstanding. Since there is such an important matter here, Yin will bear witness." After saying this, Yin Wushou waved his hand and brought the White Tiger Hall disciples with him. , and five hundred armored troops, immediately obeyed the order and left. One by one, they lined up and followed the half-open door to the temple, and waited patiently in the nameless temple.

At the same time, when these people withdrew, Feng Wanlin kept an eye on it and evolved the Snow Night Flying Eagle Spear into a black and white aura that attached to one person. The possessed person was the last one. When he came out, he felt that he was carrying a magic weapon, and he walked out of the door with a sharp look in his eyes.

In the eyes of everyone, this move was fair and aboveboard without any hiding. Yin Wushou didn't say much, and Zen Master Ji Mie didn't say much either. There was just a little bit of confusion in his eyes. On the contrary, Demon Monk Pudu saw Feng Wan. Lin Shenbing walked away and couldn't help but smile lightly: "Donor Feng is too careful. Although the poor monk has no merit, he can't do anything casual. However, the tragedy in this city, although the poor monk is at the hands of it, has many reasons for it. It’s a helpless move.”

"Everything has its own intention. Master was born in Buddhism. How come he can't see through the truth?" Feng Wanlin asked calmly. This sentence may seem ordinary, but the mystery hidden inside is difficult to figure out unless someone understands it. This is a A state of great freedom comes from the heart.

As the saying goes, one method can make all methods clear, but Feng Wanlin's cultivation is not enough. His state is only formless, which is caused by his own skills. As for the depth of his state of mind, I am afraid no one present can match it, so Feng Wanlin's state is only formless. Lin's simple sentence fell on the ears of the three of them, like a bolt from the blue. Zen Master Nirvana secretly said that it was wonderful. He was stuck in his own way, trapped in Buddhism and was complacent. He didn't know all these wonderful things. He only sought the Dharma, but forgot about the world. The way, then Buddhism itself is not an unlock, trapping thousands of Buddhist disciples, and also traps the understanding that Buddhism itself should have.

"Amitabha, the God of Wind, is the image of heaven and man. With just one word, I have enlightened what I have learned in my life. I want to think of my name of Nirvana, but I am so arrogant. It is sad and ridiculous!!" Zen Master Nirvana said this sincerely, and the look on his face, The admiration in his eyes didn't seem fake or artificial at all.

Yin Wushou is different from him. He is profound in Taoism and can be ranked as the leader of the hall. In addition to being talented in Jingtao and Weiluo, he is also more important in Taoism. Those who are masters of Xuanmen are teachers. Feng Wanlin's words are deafening. Its realm is even more shocking. The doubts in the past seem to be a little more open-minded at this moment. Although the essence is still puzzling, there is always a point of understanding, and there is an extra chance of understanding. It is precisely because of this simple sentence , Yin Wushou seemed to open up a possible opportunity in his heart. Without this opportunity, his state of mind was different, and he was still trapped in the past. In the days to come, every time Yin Wushou thought of his diligent conduct and being accidentally reminded by Feng Wanlin, he always admired him even more. A genius.

As for the demon monk Pudu, he shook his head in shame. He is still far behind Zen Master Nirvana. He does not have the depth of understanding or as much experience as him. However, after all, he is an eminent monk. The Hunyuan realm can be said to be the top of Xuanmen. , Feng Wanlin had no intention of knocking, even if his realm was not as good as his own, this understanding of the world and himself still amazed Demon Monk Pudu and laid the foundation for his future journey.

"Wind Donor, a man of heaven, thank you again for your advice, but let me explain today's matter." Demonic Monk Pudu said again, the admiration in his eyes was equally deep, but he got to the point. , showing a hint of helplessness and a hint of painful self-blame.

Feng Wanlin didn't care what happened to the three of them at the moment. He cultivated his mind and himself and didn't care much about some external things. As for what the demon monk did, no matter how he explained it, Feng Wanlin had already made up his mind. As for listening now, he just He was concerned about the secrets in the bag that could actually influence the two masters of Buddhism. This curiosity made him even more confused when he avoided the bag and secretly checked with his spiritual mind to no avail. Therefore, he suppressed his thoughts and thought about it first. Listen to the words and then decide how to act.

"Master, please speak." There was no nonsense. Feng Wanlin waited for the explanation. Yin Wushou also relaxed and watched with concentration.

The demon monk Pudu clasped his hands together and said: "Amitabha, this poor monk has done great evil before. It is said that he should end it at this moment. Whether he can die to apologize for his crime or not is not worth mentioning for the time being. But the shocking secret must be buried, and everything involved, I don't know what future generations will be able to do." Do you want to continue? As the saying goes, if I don’t go to hell, who will? If I, the Buddha, have such an enlightenment, the poor monks have no choice but to follow my example.”

Feng Wanlin didn't say anything and waited patiently to continue. Yin Wushou frowned: "According to what you said, what will be the fate of these innocent people?"

"No." Demonic monk Pudu said immediately, "This is the sin of the poor monk. He is willing to accept all the blame for the crime, but there is something hidden in it, but it is related to the cloth bag that Donor Feng took away earlier."

When the words came to a critical point, Feng Wanlin nodded, but he didn't say much. He just waited patiently for the explanation. The demon monk Pudu didn't elaborate anymore and went straight to the critical point: "There is a treasure in that bag, which is the whisker." What was originally taught by the ancestors of Mi Gong was itself the root of trouble left by the Buddha when he entered Nirvana.”

Speaking of this, Demon Monk Pudu unconsciously looked at Zen Master Ji Mie, saw him nodding, and continued: "Buddhist records say that there are many great ways in Xuanmen, but the disputes with each other have exhausted the dharma, so there is no one in the world. Detachment, in order to break the shackles, the Buddha made a great wish to achieve detachment and left his true body in Nirvana as a manifestation to inform Xuanmen of the mysteries of heaven and earth. Originally, with the power of my Buddha, I was the last detached person in the world. , there should be great good fortune passed on to later generations, but the vision of heaven and earth during the Buddha's nirvana attracted countless gods, gods, and demons. After that, the Buddha transcended and left, and his true body transformed into the Dharma body and returned to its original appearance."

"Buddha was originally a spiritual person in heaven and earth. He first transformed into a demon and then a human body. After countless years, he finally cultivated the great path. Therefore, after his Nirvana, his Dharma body returned to his original form and returned to the form of spiritual roots. He is now Mount Sumeru Bodhi. The ancestral tree, originally under the light of the Buddha, thousands of Buddhist disciples were pious and enlightened, but at the time of Nirvana, it caused disaster. An ancient alien race did not die after death, and turned into a wisp of dust and smoke with demonic energy filling the sky. Under the vision, they even stole opportunities. Possessed by the Bodhi Tree, its foundation is eroded under endless years, and it secretly corrupts the Buddhist sect with magic light. Many Buddhist disciples were bewitched by it, did many evil things, and committed heinous crimes, haha... ." The demon monk Pudu smiled bitterly and shook his head. It seemed that he was also responsible for the killing. Thinking of himself, he couldn't help but pause.

Then he sighed and continued: "Oh~ the poor monk was also affected by it, so let's start from the beginning. This alien race caused trouble at the beginning, and was finally noticed by the ancestors of the Buddha. Moreover, the Ancestral Bodhi Tree was left by the Buddha after all. Next, there is great fortune in itself. The ancestors worked together to do something, and the Bodhi tree cut off its roots. With this coming and going, the aliens transformed into difficult places and were sealed, and the Bodhi tree also intermittent vitality. Now the Buddha's light in Mount Sumeru is dim. It is the Bodhi ancestral tree that has not yet been restored. As for the foundation that sealed the alien race, it is in the bag taken away by the wind donor. It has the blessing of Buddhism. The alien race cannot escape, but after all, it was transformed from ancient times. Its great gods are usually unpredictable by people. After sealing it, it was originally suppressed in the golden body of Buddha in Xumi Palace, but at some point, a disciple stole it and there is no news."

"About fifty years ago, a poor monk traveled around the world and found it in a deserted place. He originally planned to send it back to Xumi Palace, but the person who stole it at the beginning broke the seal. The poor monk was not good enough and was bewitched by him. , after fifty years of painstaking suppression, it finally became difficult to hold on in the past few days and committed a heinous evil. Countless children and people who died tragically were all devoured by the alien race. As for the fact that this matter did not harm Xuanmen, firstly The poor monk struggled to support himself and could not attack Xuanmen, and the blood of living beings is the key to loosening the seal..." After the demon monk Pudu said this, he kept shaking his head in self-blame, and then smiled bitterly, Then more secrets begin...