Three hundred and sixtieth chapters of the Buddha repair
In the grotto, the figures of Luo Hong and his party appeared.
With the intuition of the formation master, Luo Hong could tell at a glance that the formation on the grotto floor was related to the Rakshasa Ghost Mansion, especially the orb floating in the center of the formation, which should be the key to entering the Rakshasa Ghost Mansion.
"There is no breath of living things here, it should be some hidden place."
After Yuan Yao felt it carefully, he came to a conclusion.
"Old Demon Qingyang should have caused the mutation here. Although the concentration of blood gas is so low that it is almost undetectable, you can still vaguely sense it, hiss!"
Luo Hong suddenly took a breath of air as he spoke, with a look of pain on his face.
"Brother Luo, but the injury has worsened?"
Yuan Yao asked urgently, subconsciously trying to support Luo Hong.
"It's okay, it's just that I'm not used to having my soul injured, and I activated my consciousness rashly, causing labor pains."
Luo Hong stretched out his hand, declined Yuan Yao's support, slowly sat down on the ground, and started the Dayan Jue.
After three or four weeks, the pain eased to a tolerable level.
After finishing his work, Luo Hong nodded gently towards Yuan Yao, who looked at him with concern, and thought to himself:
No wonder the classics say that injuries to the soul are the most troublesome injuries. Divine consciousness usually looks inconspicuous, but once a cultivator cannot use it freely, he will basically cut off his limbs and become mostly disabled.
Although things were quiet for decades, Luo Hong never forgot that he was targeted by Grand Master Mu Lan.
In his current state, if he encounters danger if he ventures out, he may suffer serious consequences.
As for gambling on luck, Luo Hong has never had much confidence.
So, after thinking for a moment, he said to Yuanyao:
"Miss Yuan, Luo needs to ask you a favor.
If my prediction is correct, this place should still be in Tiannan, and Junior Brother Han is currently in a country called Yuanwu Kingdom in Tiannan.
Please also ask Miss Yuan to find Junior Brother Han on Luo’s behalf, as he has a spiritual object that can heal Luo’s injuries.”
Although Yuan Yao is half-ghost, his cultivation has reached the early stage of Yuanying, and he has the help of Xuanyin Eyes. He can travel safely and boldly in Tiannan. It is easy to find someone. Moreover, this trip will also help Luo
Rainbow heals.
Therefore, she responded without thinking:
"Leave this matter to me, but the Yuanwu Kingdom should be quite big, and you brothers always like to hide your cultivation. I'm afraid it won't be easy to find."
"This is the transmission talisman that Luo exchanged with Junior Brother Han in the past. It can generate telepathy within a country."
As soon as Yuan Yao finished speaking, Luo Hong took out a transmission talisman and handed it over.
"It won't be too late, I'll set off right away. Brother Luo, please wait here."
After Yuan Yao received the transmission note, he had to use his virtual magic power to directly penetrate the earth and rocks to the ground.
"Oh, by the way, Junior Brother Han should be facing some troubles right now. Miss Yuan needs to be careful not to get involved."
Luo Hong suddenly remembered this matter and quickly reminded Yuan Yao before he left.
"Haha, when will you brothers be in trouble? Brother Luo, I don't need you to remind me. I know how to act with caution."
As if remembering something interesting, Yuan Yao suddenly smiled, then escaped into the stone wall and disappeared.
"Heh, it seems that's really the case."
Luo Hong smiled self-deprecatingly, then stretched out his hand to capture the orb floating in the center of the formation.
"This bead is suspected to be the key to the Rakshasa Ghost Mansion, and it should have some origins."
As Luo Hong said this, he turned over the storage bag left by Old Demon Qingyang, hoping to find some clues.
...
While Luo Hong was hiding in the underground grotto and studying Rakshasa blood beads, Yan Jing, who was far away in Jin Dynasty, had already rang the Great Thunder Bell in a hurry.
The long sound of the bell spread throughout the Leiyin Sect. After hearing the sound of the bell, all the disciples in the sect, regardless of their cultivation level, performed Buddhist rituals and chanted the Buddha's name.
"Yan Jing, if what you say is true, the human world will usher in a catastrophe, and only a living Buddha can eliminate it.
But the Living Buddha sits in seclusion and meditates all year round, and the Thunder Bell may not be able to convey the message to him. Whether he can respond in time depends on fate."
An old monk with white eyebrows stood in front of a huge golden bell several feet high and sighed with compassion on his face.
"Great Elder, this matter concerns two people who have a predestined relationship with the Buddha. I believe that the living Buddha will definitely respond."
Although Yan Jing looked anxious, he was very confident about this matter.
The two of them didn't have to wait long before a lotus platform floated slowly from the horizon. It looked very slow, but it arrived in front of Yan Jing in an instant.
"My Buddha is merciful, and this situation is wonderful beyond words.
Yanjing, go ahead."
The great elder said with a smile, then turned and left.
Yanjing saluted the great elder's back, then stepped onto the lotus platform.
Immediately, the lotus platform flew away to where it came from, passed through a layer of colorful barriers, and after crossing a long river composed of golden bells, Yanjing entered a place full of spiritual energy.
The spiritual energy in the cave was so strong that Yan Jing felt that his injuries were getting better just by being in it.
The scenery inside the cave is naturally very fairy-like. The most eye-catching thing is the ivory-like white stone mountain standing in the center that is a hundred feet high.
This spiritual mountain is covered with carved Buddha statues. Just by looking at it, Yan Jing feels like his ears are washed by the sound of Sanskrit and his soul is cleansed.
The only living person here is a young monk wearing a coarse cassock and wielding a pickaxe and hammer.
The lotus platform flew to the side of the young monk and stopped. Yanjing immediately stepped down from the lotus platform and saluted respectfully:
"Disciple Yanjing, see the Living Buddha."
Although the other party looked to be only twelve or thirteen years old, Yan Jing knew that it was caused by the strange spiritual herbs that the living Buddha ate in his early years. His true age was already over a thousand years old, and he was the only one in the Leiyin Sect who was in the stage of becoming a god.
Buddhist practice!
As a Buddhist cultivator in the transformation stage, this person has already been able to restore his normal body shape. The reason why he is still like this now is because he has clearly understood the state of formlessness, and the appearance of the skin can no longer shock his heart.
waves.
"I have heard a rough idea of what you want to say from the transmission notes. Now I will tell you the story of your trip in detail."
The young monk, who was carved in pink and jade, put down the pickaxe and hammer in his hand and said in a childish but not majestic voice.
Yan Jing bowed again, and then he would tell you everything that happened after entering the golden palace in detail.
At first, the young monk's face was quite calm. There was no difference between the terrifying mountain of corpses and the white mountain of Buddha statues in front of him.
But since Lord Rakshasa appeared, the young monk's expression gradually became serious.
After listening to it completely, my face became as dark as water. After saying the Buddha's name, I regained my composure.
"If it is true as you said, that Tiannan monk named Luo Hong should really be the reincarnation of the Buddha.
It’s a pity that in order to protect the world, I have to suffer the pain of reincarnation again.”