Chapter 61 The Buddha Statue Broken and Sealed Out
Pilu Hall.
Compared with the lively Lunhuan Hall, Pilu Hall was very deserted at this time, with only Monk Fazhi and Gan Yue.
Above the main hall, there were dense cracks on the Buddha statue, as if it would collapse at any time.
At the same time, streams of black Yin Qi came from the base of the Buddha statue, like spring water that would gush out at any time. If it were not blocked by a faint golden light, it might have overflowed long ago.
But even so, you can still see that the faint golden light gradually becomes dim.
Moreover, the temperature in the entire hall is extremely low, just like a cold winter day, making people shiver.
"What a strong yin energy."
Gan Yue looked at the Yin Qi in front of him, his brows knitted into a knot.
Such strong Yin Qi has never been seen even in the mass graves outside Yujing City, and the golden light of the Buddhist gate cannot suppress it, which shows how terrifying it is.
Fazhi lowered his eyebrows and said: "Once the Buddha statue is broken, the sealed evil thing will come out, so this sealed thing must be suppressed again before today."
During Obon Festival, the Buddhist atmosphere is strong, and it is also the time when the Yin energy is at its weakest.
"I wonder how Master Fazhi can suppress this Yin Qi?"
Gan Yue asked in a condensed voice.
Fazhi stretched out his hand, took out a purple-gold lampstand, and said: "Originally, the Bodhi Pearl, the most precious treasure in the Western Regions, has sufficient yang energy and profound Buddhist meaning. It is the best thing to suppress the yin energy, but it has been lost.
It has been decades, but the poor monk brought a purple-gold glazed lamp, and its effectiveness is not much different, but it still needs Lord Gan's help."
With the appearance of the purple and gold glazed lamp, the originally cold hall became warmer.
"good."
Gan Yue nodded.
Fazhi then sat cross-legged and placed the purple-gold glazed lamp in front of his eyes.
Then the surging internal energy around him rushed towards the wick of the purple-gold glazed lamp. The wick was infused with huge internal energy and immediately released a rich purple-gold flame, forming streaks of golden light.
Wow! Wow! Wow!
Golden light shone, making the entire hall seem to be lit up.
The originally strong Yin Qi suddenly became sluggish when illuminated by this golden light.
When Gan Yue saw this, he didn't hesitate at all. The inner energy in his hand surged towards the wick.
The internal energy of the two first-level masters was instilled, and the purple and gold glazed lamps were refined and turned into the golden light of Buddhism. The Yin Qi seemed to have encountered a natural enemy and began to shrink rapidly.
The temperature of the originally cold hall was slowly rising.
Fazhi exhaled slightly. With the blessing of this purple-gold glazed lamp, it seemed that the seal could last for several months.
"Tap tap tap..."
At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps outside the hall.
However, because both Fazhi and Gan Yue had their backs to the entrance of the hall, they couldn't tell who they were.
"You two don't have to go to such trouble, just leave this aura to me."
The man chuckled lightly, then pointed his finger forward.
"not good!"
When Fazhi saw this scene, he immediately frowned.
If you can approach Pilu Hall quietly, you are definitely a master.
Just a random point, it exploded like a violent storm and hit the golden light directly.
"boom!"
The golden light instantly shattered under the impact of this overbearing force. Without the suppression of the golden light, the Yin Qi became active again and began to spread crazily.
"Click!" "Click!"
The Buddha statue, which was already showing cracks, seemed to be unable to hold up any longer, and it completely shattered with a 'coo' sound.
Almost in the blink of an eye, the Yin Qi like a roaring mountain and a tsunami rushed up from the bottom of the Buddha statue.
Gan Yue's face was as cold as frost. He slowly turned his head and saw an elegant middle-aged scholar outside the hall.
This person is none other than Li Fuzhou.
"Who are you?"
"My surname is Li and my given name is Fuzhou."
Li Fuzhou clasped his hands and said meticulously.
"Li Fuzhou!? You are Li Fuzhou, the leader of the Demon Sect!?"
A hint of astonishment appeared in Gan Yue's eyes.
Monk Fazhi on the side also raised his eyebrows, with a hint of shock in his eyes.
........
In the palace of rotation.
"clang!"
A cold light struck from a distance, directly cutting off the long knife in Bian Fang's hand, and a piece of the blade fell directly to the ground.
"who!?"
A drop of cold sweat appeared on Bian Fang's forehead, and he looked in the direction of the cold light.
Not just him, everyone looked at it in their hearts.
Who on earth has such courage!?
Dare to interfere in the Cao Gang’s demon-killing conference!?
A figure in navy blue robes stood on the beams of the main hall. He was slender and his face could not be seen clearly. There was a long sword on his back. Just one look at him and he knew that he was definitely a first-rate master.
"This...this is..."
When Mu Jie saw the person coming, the fear deep in his heart seemed to be aroused. His throat was dry and cold, and he squeezed out a few words with difficulty: "Peerless Swordsman!"
Mujie's words were like a boulder dropped into the water.
"What!?"
Many masters' expressions changed drastically, as if they had been struck by lightning.
Isn’t the peerless swordsman Xue Chen dead?
"Leader, he...he was the swordsman that night." Tan Yun was startled when he saw An Jing appearing.
Zhao Qingmei also raised her eyebrows and said through a message: "Be patient and don't be impatient."
She didn't know why, but she always felt that this figure was very familiar.
It seems that Xue Chen, who was killed by the Cao Gang, did have a big problem. Now that the real owner has taken action, she is not in a hurry.
"Xiaojie, what are you talking about!"
Mu Jinglun frowned and shouted.
Mu Jie looked at An Jing on the beam and said tremblingly: "Father, he is the peerless swordsman who fought against Tie Yunshan that night. That's right, it's him!"
Mu Jie was the only one who saw the peerless swordsman fighting Tie Yunshan, so he would not fail to recognize the figure of the peerless swordsman.
Everyone looked at the man in navy robe in front of them in astonishment, confused.
Guo Yuchun thought of something and his face became extremely ugly.
"He...he is the peerless swordsman!?"
A voice broke the calm, and then the whole hall was filled with discussion.
"It turns out that he is the peerless swordsman. If you say this, Xue Chen is just a lie."
"Let me tell you, Xue Chen is only at the bottom of the Tiger Ranking. How could he possibly kill Tie Yunshan?"
"The man in front of me is the peerless swordsman. Compared with this man, Xue Chen's aura is just a few points behind."
.......
Everyone suddenly realized that the corpse lying on the ground was not the peerless swordsman. The person in front of them was the peerless swordsman who killed Tie Yunshan, and what the Cao Gang killed was just a fake.
For a moment, everyone's expressions changed wonderfully.
"It turns out that Xue Chen is fake." Ouyang Yu also frowned slightly.
Who would have thought that a first-level sword with blood flowing out of it would be fake? But the real peerless swordsman is someone else?