"Help me, help me"

The ethereal, cold cry for help echoed in my ears, like a call from hell.

With Xu Qian's current level of cultivation and vision, he was not afraid, but he just felt that the cry for help was too far from the underworld.

At the same time, the cry for help reminded him of the same cry for help he heard from Shenshu when he was in Sangbo.

But the two voices are not the same.

"Help me, help me"

The cry for help kept coming, lingering in my ears, but in fact the sound was directly transmitted into my mind, similar to a sound transmission, and it was not an actual sound.

After Xu Qi'an walked half a circle around the Bodhi tree, he locked on a place behind the tree, where curtain-like vines hung down, blocking the thick main trunk.

He stretched out his paws, pushed aside the thick vines, and saw the trunk of the bodhi tree, and also saw a face printed on the trunk. The face was covered with wrinkles, and he could tell that he was an old man...

The facial features of this face are generally similar to those of the old monk Taling, with slight differences in details.

The pagoda hanging above "Xu Qi'an's" head buzzed, and then the excited shouts of the old monk Ling of the pagoda rang in his ears:

"Owner"

The old face on the trunk looked dull, like an ordinary sculpture, and murmured repeatedly:

"Help me, help me"

It's really Faji Bodhisattva, why is he here? It must be related to this super-class in Alan Tuo. What happened back then? Xu Qi'an stretched out his paw, pressed Faji's "face", and sensed it.

"Only a ray of remnant soul is left."

He said this to the old monk Taling.

The old monk Ta Ling could not leave the pagoda, but as the current owner, Xu Qi'an could sense its sad mood.

"What can you do?" Xu Qian asked.

Although he practices mind voodoo, mind voodoo is only a branch of the realm of the soul. Facing the situation in front of him, he cannot provide ideas and thoughts.

After a moment, the old monk Taling finally stabilized his mood and replied via voice transmission:

"I can use the 'Great Wisdom Dharma' to temporarily restore his sanity. Whether I can repair his soul later will require the help of the extraordinary and powerful Taoist people."

But even if the soul is repaired, the memory will probably not be restored.

Because of Faji Bodhisattva's current situation, most of those souls have been wiped out. Even if they are repaired, they are still different from before, equivalent to a new person with some memories of the past.

I hope he can still retain part of his memory. Xu Qian nodded:

"let's start!"

The golden light shone from the pagoda, and on the top of the tower there was a figure sitting cross-legged with low eyebrows, holding flowers in both hands, and behind the head was a colorful wheel of light.

The light wheel rotates forward for the first time.

The light like a rainbow turns into a long bridge, attracting the Dharmaji Bodhisattva in the main trunk, allowing him to bathe in the light of wisdom.

Faji Bodhisattva's dull face became visibly animated, and his distracted eyes gradually regained their charm.

He first noticed the hairless bear in front of him, and then looked at the pagoda floating in mid-air.

"It is you

"Where am I? Why are you here? Aren't you sealing the limbs of the gods in Leizhou?"

Dharmaji Bodhisattva asked these two questions out of instinct.

"Master!" Pagoda's voice became excited again, slightly trembling:

"You have been missing for more than three hundred years. During these years, no one in Buddhism has been able to find you. It turns out you are here."

"Where is this?" Bodhisattva Faji asked again.

Talling replied in a low voice:

"This is the Zen Forest, the place where the Buddha retreats. You, you are in the bodhi tree, with only a trace of your soul left."

Faji Bodhisattva was stunned and murmured:

"Zen Forest, Bodhi Tree Zen Forest, Bodhi Tree"

He muttered to himself over and over again, giving people the feeling that he was a dead walking zombie that needed someone to wake him up.

Xu Qian took advantage of the situation and asked:

"Faji Bodhisattva, do you still remember what happened to you?"

Faji Bodhisattva's face twisted, and his voice became shrill and shrill:

"Buddha is Shenshu, Shenshu is Buddha.

"He ate me, He ate me"

"Why did Buddha want to eat you?" Xu Qian asked hurriedly.

Faji Bodhisattva did not answer, but shouted frantically and sternly:

"He is not Buddha, He is not Buddha."

Xu Qi'an didn't know how the old monk Taling felt, but he could clearly feel the slightly raised goosebumps on his skin.

"Who is he?" Xu Qian asked loudly.

The cry of Faji Bodhisattva slowly stopped, and the face protruding from the surface of the tree trunk became dull again, and the murmur came:

"Help me, help me"

The voice of the old monk Ta Ling came from the tower, with sadness and loneliness:

"The time has come, I can only do this. Please extract his soul and send it to the tower to be warmed."

As he spoke, the door of the exquisite little tower opened, and a stream of light was thrown out, turning into a broken bronze mirror in Xu Qian's palm.

The bear's claws held the Huntian Divine Mirror and looked at Faji Bodhisattva.

The face "carved" on the trunk was pulled out bit by bit. In the process, Xu Qi'an instinctively spread his thoughts and used his brain.

"The Buddha is a god. This is the same as the information we got before. There are so many Bodhisattvas in Buddhism. Why did the Buddha eat Faji Bodhisattva? He is not a Buddha. Is it because Faji Bodhisattva discovered this secret, or is there another reason?

"The supreme being in Alanda is not the Buddha, so who could it be? Oops, the god has entered the Demon-Suppressing Stream."

Alan Tuo, the main peak.

Garoshu Bodhisattva woke up from his trance, opened his eyes, and his first action was to hold the Seal of the Immovable King, and then he looked around with confidence.

In the eyes of this Bodhisattva, everything in Alantu at this moment is full of Buddha-nature. Even a tree, a stone, and an inch of soil have profound Buddha-nature and emit a faint light of Buddha.

This is caused by the reincarnation of the great sun. Wherever the Buddha's light shines, it is the Buddha's country.

At the same time as he woke up, Asuro, who was close at hand, also woke up. Without saying a word, the traitor jumped up and quickly distanced himself.

Jia Luoshu did not pursue him and kept his posture of pinching. He had not seen where Xu Qi'an was yet, let alone whether Shen Shu was watching with eagerness.

"Shenshu is missing!"

At this time, he heard Liuli's sweet and ethereal voice, but lacking in emotion.

Jia Luoshu then withdrew the Dharma form of King Fudo, with a cold and majestic expression on his face, stood up and slowly glanced behind him.

In the sight, there was a charred human figure, maintaining a running posture. Judging from the Zhenguo Sword in the hand of the charred corpse, it was definitely Xu Qi'an.

There is no breath of life, dead? Jialuoshu withdrew his gaze and noticed that Liuli and Guangxian's eyes were not on Xu Qian, but on something. It was a row of huge footprints, dark and oily. It can be imagined that the owner endured

The searing pain moves forward.

The footprints disappeared into the depths of Arlanda.

Shenshu went to Zhenmo Stream to look for his head.

Jialuoshu's heart moved, and he did not miss this opportunity. His leg muscles expanded, bursting out with strong power, and ejected towards Xu Qian.

The Glazed Bodhisattva took advantage of the situation and unfolded the colorless glazed domain. The black and white domain spread like water against the ground. Wherever it passed, the color of everything receded and turned into black and white.

Kaka!

A metal turntable rises above the head of Guangxian Bodhisattva, and the Sanskrit character representing "人" lights up. The "卍" character in the center of the turntable faces Zhun Qi'an.

Ignoring the escaped Chaos for the time being, they must first work together to deal with the first-grade warrior who poses the greatest threat, and then go to the Demon-Suppressing Stream to deal with Shenshu.

Zhenmojian.

The headless Shenshu dispersed his appearance, came to the bottom of the abyss, and stood at the entrance of the cave.

The surface of Shenshu's body was covered in charred black, and a thin layer of ice gradually formed on it.

The temperature of Zhenmo Stream is extremely low, and if a mortal is in it, his lungs will be frostbitten if he takes just one breath.

It's eerily quiet here, there's not a single monk there, it's like an extremely cold hell.

Shenshu didn't hesitate and entered the cave.

His steps were firm, neither fast nor slow. After a while, he heard the darkness stretching out and the sound of long breathing.

Waves of cold wind blew against my face, like the breath of a giant dragon.
To be continued...