After experiencing the Demonic Dance on the second level just now, Ku He was already deeply wary of this place.

When black clouds started to rise and his eyes suddenly became dark, he held his Zen staff horizontally in front of him, uttered mantras, and exerted spiritual power on all directions.

"There are laws and laws, there are forms and non-appearances, if you accept, uphold and chant them, all demons will be eliminated!"

The lips moved together, and the spell turned into golden light and poured out, driving away the darkness and illuminating a clear path.

At the same time, he discovered that the white light coming from the other direction was like a wave, covering and submerging the darkness, with a forceful and decisive force that could not be resisted, and the whole river was leveled!

What a domineering spell!

Ku He was amazed and subconsciously took a few steps back to make way for the white light.

When the King of Gods arrives, all the people will kneel down and worship him, no one can cross the road and no one can compete for his glory!

A sword appeared in Ku He's field of vision, and the light emitted by the sword was enough to make any dark evil demon retreat.

Finally, the owner of the sword gradually revealed his figure in the dazzling sea of ​​light.

It is the nine directions that are always bright.

His expression was indifferent, like a god descending from heaven to slay demons and demons, watching the rise and fall of the human world with joy.

As if he was infected, Ku He's expression and mentality became solemn and solemn, and he breathed softly for fear of offending.

He moves closer to see what is in the opponent's hand.

The cornucopia that had made waves just now and almost got out of control was now lying quietly in the palm of his hand, as sweet and soft as a sleeping baby in swaddling clothes.

"Have you sealed it?"

"No, I just want to try to dispel the demonic energy on its surface."

What to try?

Changming did not answer the obvious question on Kuhe's face.

He took the cornucopia downstairs and returned to the first floor from the eighth floor.

The statue of the god is still sitting cross-legged on the lotus platform as when they came in, smiling but not smiling, holding a bead in one hand and dragging the void upward with the other.

When Ku He saw this, his thoughts moved.

Before he could capture the exact idea, Chang Ming had already placed the cornucopia on the lifting hand.

Yes!

Ku He suddenly realized.

He first explained it by holding his hands in the void. This was certainly possible, but he always felt that it was incompatible with the Eight Treasures Langhuan Pagoda.

The purpose of holding the Void Buddha in the void is to allow those who come after to explore the yin and yang of the universe. However, this is the tower of the imperial capital. It is for the purpose of praying for blessings and health for the common people in the world, and for seeking fame and wealth. To put it bluntly, Yangchun Baixue played it for the lower Liba people.

, is undoubtedly playing the harp to an ox, and enlightening the predestined people must be done in a way that the predestined people can understand. Here, the void Dharma image is far inferior to the Dharma image holding the treasure basin in the hand.

This meets the original purpose of building Langhuan Pagoda!

The cornucopia was held flatly in the hands of the statue of the god, and it was so dazzling that the face of the statue also became radiant. It became more and more kind, and its eyes were kind and mysterious.

Ku He looked at the statue and smiled, his features vivid and lifelike.

No, not lifelike, he is alive!

Xutianzang Buddha, who had been sitting in the state for many years, actually smiled at Kuhe. The smile faded for a moment, like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning, breaking people's hearts.

"Ku He, do you know you are wrong?"

It felt like there was a heavy blow from a drum in my heart.

He calmed down and vaguely realized that this might be an illusion, or that the demon who had not given up his mind was at work again.

"Since my disciples entered Buddhism, they have had a firm mind. They have never given up halfway, never bullied the weak, and have never done anything against their conscience. The sun and moon can be seen, and gods and Buddhas are watching!"

Xutianzang Buddha smiled deeply, as if he was laughing at his lies.

"What about entering Buddhism?"

Ku He said in a deep voice: "There is a saying in Buddhism about putting down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha immediately. Since a murderer can also attain enlightenment and wash away his sins, naturally he can too."

The Buddha of Xutianzang suddenly shouted: "Sophistry! Although you have not killed anyone, your behavior is like a murder. Your brother and sister-in-law died because of your family. You just escaped into Buddhism to escape. In so many years, you have never thought deeply, always thinking that your cultivation is better."

Deep, the higher your status in Qingyun Temple, the more you can cover up your past actions, but you have never thought that no matter how you practice, the mistakes you have made are irreversible. Those who died because of you are better than those who just picked up the butcher knife and killed them.

They will still be miserable!"

Ku He remained silent.

"What else can you say?"

"What else can you say?"

"Brother, please, don't torment us!"

"Adi, I can give you whatever you want, except Awan. She is a person. Do you understand?"

"What else can you say?"

…

Questions came one after another like thunder and lightning, one after another, dizzying.

Memories come flooding back.

Ku He took a few steps back and sat down on the ground.

Sweat was pouring down like rain, and his face was ashen.

…

Seeing it in the bright light is completely different from the dry lotus.

He saw that it was his master.

The ancestor of the Jade Emperor Temple, the one who handed the Jade Emperor Temple into his hands and earnestly told him to carry forward the sect.

Changming has indeed made Yuhuangguan famous among the masters in the world, such as Ruyun Sect.

This reputation is based on his strength.

When Chang Ming left Yuhuang Temple, he gave the temple owner to his junior brother, and the temple remained silent for several years. If Yun Weisi hadn't happened later, Yuhuang Temple would probably still be under the nameless name.

But even so, after Yun Weisi left Jiuchongyuan, the Jade Emperor Temple inevitably declined. It had not yet become a first-class sect, and had only bloomed with dazzling light in the sky like a shooting star.

From this point of view, Changming has indeed lived up to his master's trust.

A top sect is indispensable for top masters, but if a sect wants to have a long history, it cannot be achieved by one person alone.

"You clearly promised, but you didn't keep it. Chang Ming, you boast of making a promise, but you can't even fulfill your promise to Master."

The master of Jade Emperor Temple looked at Changming with a disappointed expression.

"Had I known this, I shouldn't have passed on the title of Guanzhu to you that day."

"If you don't pass it on, there will be no one to pass it on to. The junior disciple has mediocre qualifications and can barely support himself. He is unable to continue. He is the only candidate who does his duty. He is not greedy for the position of Jade Emperor. It is because of the relationship between master and disciple.

, just reluctantly. If you want to confuse your mind and take advantage of the opportunity, you have to find a good candidate."

The corners of Changming's mouth curled up slightly, and his master's face looked like he was watching a joke.

"With this level of illusion, it's okay to deceive the people outside. If you want to deceive..."

With a flick of his fingertips, a small cluster of white light fell down, and the statue burned instantly. However, after the burning, the ancestor of the Jade Emperor Temple disappeared, and was replaced by Zhou Ke.

One of his legs was bent up and the other was crossed. His body was covered in blood and he was in a miserable state.

The locks of hair stuck to his forehead, and the dark blood had dried up. Zhou Keng pursed his lips and sat in the corner. He opened his eyelids and took a look at Chang Ming, then lowered them again.

"I'm about to die, and you're finally here."

"Just as I was going to rescue you, they killed me with blood and told me that you were at the Land of Ten Thousand Lotus Buddhas."

"The Land of Ten Thousand Lotus Buddhas?" Zhou Ke chuckled, his breath weak, "When you go there, you can only see corpses. Their bodies and souls have been separated long ago. Their souls are imprisoned here. They can neither survive nor die."

Chang Ming raised his eyebrows: "With your ability to meet the leader of the Blood Sect in a dignified manner, you were unable to resist when someone wiped out your lair. If you had said that you were a master back then, how could you have ended up in the situation you are in today?"

Zhou Ke suddenly became angry and downplayed his tone.

"The Blood Sect is here today, isn't it all because of you?! If you hadn't been nosy and went to investigate the Ten Thousand Gods Mountain, how could everything be like this? It's not enough for you to get involved yourself, you have to implicate others!"

Chang Ming first thought that this was another illusion, at most it was something more enlightened.

But the area in front of him could be fiercely angry, but it made him a little unsure.

Is it possible that it was a lie that the other party was taken to the Land of Ten Thousand Lotus Buddhas, but that he was imprisoned here?

He walked over and held Zhou Ke's wrist.

It was warm and the pulse was still beating slightly.

"How are you?"

Chang Ming instilled spiritual power, but was instantly rejected by the opponent's body's instinctive reaction.

His heart sank.
To be continued...