There seemed to be a flash of lightning in my mind, and Li Ang instantly understood everything that had happened during this period.

The ban that traps everyone three hundred years later;

The fourth missing Buddha statue;

The legendary Bodhisattva Weituo who brought the grain ship to transport it;

Old bell beads that fell from the Bodhisattva’s pure bottle;

And the sturdy iron box that gives you a strong sense of familiarity but never opens...

He whispered, "Are ready to run away at any time."

"Run away?"

Sui Yi hesitatedly looked at the restrictions around him and the mountain guard formation in the distance, "Where will you go?"

"Butu Tower."

Li Ang replied quickly, calling for the ink silk hidden in the temple.

In front of the main hall,

The abbot of the Late Nong said gloomyly: "You used the sand of time to sneak into the Galan Sect and break into the Buddha Tower?"

"yes."

The old scholar said: "Even though I drank the blood of the demon, I was still seriously affected by the sand of time and became much older.

After I dragged my lame legs back to my hometown, I killed my neighbor Yang Shijiu who lived next door.

He is my distant relative, and he looks quite similar to me when I grow old.

He was the first to take the lead. Before the thug could give the order, he used nails and wooden boards to nail the door of my house, allowing my children to starve to death behind the door.

Yang Shijiu is a model believer and is extremely loyal to the Jialan Sect.

I replaced him and came to the Galan Sect—it happened to be lame and dumb, so I didn't have to say anything.

As for the ban on the pagoda, I have the Sand of Time that can stop time and will not die easily.

Even if you die, you can quickly resurrect and resurrection.

Explore it again and again, try again and again, die again and again, finally, I found this."

The old scholar slowly took out an object from his arms.

It was a small and exquisite hourglass, the size of a palm, with a cover carved from transparent gems in the middle, and the two ends were made of stone materials and inlaid with ornate patterns.

The face of the abbot of the Late and the Abbot of the Underworld changed suddenly. The former slapped out with a palm, shining with a shining Buddha light, condensed into the shape of a Buddha's palm, and covered the old scholar.

As soon as the latter was leaning on a Zen stick, the stone steps under his feet immediately cracked a huge crack.

“It’s useless.”

The old scholar leaked some fine sand from his fingers, and the Buddha's light palm seal condensed ten feet away, and the cracks spreading to his feet quickly healed.

Step, step, step, step.

The old scholar did not look squinting and climbed up to the Buddha's light. Every step he took, the white hair on his head would be extended a little, and the wrinkles on his face would become deeper.

The abbot, the abbot, and the elder in the temple, had to avoid it and watched the old scholar step into the main hall.

"Don't panic!"

The abbot of the latent state shouted loudly: "Everyone releases the golden light of protecting the body. Even sometimes Zhisha is still an old man without any power. Protect yourself and continue to attack, and watch him die slowly!"

“…”

The old scholar seemed to have not heard it, dragging his increasingly weak body on his own, sitting on the silk round seat in front of the Buddha statue.

Little by little, pour the sand of time through the roulette hole on the top of the hourglass and pour it into it.

Wow—

The sand and gravel collided with the bottle, making a dense sound,

The old scholar's eyes were empty, as if he was scrutinizing his reflection that was so old that he could not recognize through the reflection on the bottle.

Drinking the blood of demons, he becomes the evil demon that Haotian despises and hates the most, and even his soul is scattered and he will never be reborn.

“Just ask…”

He ignored the densely piled up Buddhist Buddhist sayings behind him, and carefully poured the last grain of time between his fingers into the hourglass, and closed the roulette hard.

Under the attack of Mianjian Buddhism, he aged more and more quickly, and his simple movements exhausted all his energy.

"...justice."

He gasped desperately, turned the hourglass upside down and placed it heavily on the Buddhist altar.

The whole person fell down and leaned against the legs of the newly polished wooden table.

sand--

Sand and dust flow in the hourglass, falling along the slender diameter of the pipe into the flat bottom below.

Time began to change.

The candles on both sides of the Main Hall suddenly lit up, extinguished, lit up, extinguished, and repeated cycles,

The fruits and melons enshrined in the porcelain plate of the Buddha altar sometimes rotten and sometimes fresh.

The Buddha statues connected to the above Buddha altar also began to tremble.

"No..."

"What have you done?"

"Do what I should do."

The old scholar was breathing hard.

"Madman! You madman!"

An elder scolded angrily: "You can obviously take the sand of time to resurrect your wife and children, why bother to trouble me, Galan Sect?!"

"Sand of Time can't change what happened before I got it."

The old scholar shook his head slowly and said, "You are right. Even if I drink the blood of demons and have the sand of time, I will not be able to penetrate your protective golden light, and it is even more impossible to kill every guilty person or accomplice on Lingtai Mountain.

I am too old to swing my knife and can't kill a chicken - although my wife used to kill chickens.

But they are different.”

The old scholar turned his head toward the Buddha statue on the Buddha altar, "You call your ancestor Kalan, who killed four disciples,"

生, er, swear, four demons,

However, the aftermath of the battle shook the mountains and affected the people around them.

And shame is not allowed to spread his deeds widely.

Haha, four masters, four demons, you, the ancestor Galan, did not kill demons at all,

Instead, we use the sand of time and the hourglass of Sumeru to forcibly eliminate the resentment of demons and turn them into Buddhas.

Because of this, you dare not proclaim it. Even after the four ancestors passed away and transformed, they would constantly paint their golden bodies, for fear of the flaws of the Buddha statues.

However, have you ever thought that these four demon-born Buddhas have been refined into immortal golden bodies when they were transformed?

It only takes a thousand years to turn them back to... or the memory and state of the cannibalism."

Click!

The frequency of the Buddha statue vibrates faster and stronger, until the layers of golden paint on the left-most surface of the Buddha statue crack a deep gap.

The dark and ink-like demonic aura immediately gushed out of the crack.

Like a waterfall, it spreads along the ground of the Main Hall.

"Don't touch the demonic energy!"

The abbot shouted loudly, but was still one step late.

A monk accidentally got a little bit of demonic energy, and his whole arm seemed to be immersed in ink, and quickly turned black and spread throughout his body.

Bang!

He threw himself to the ground, twitching wildly, his limbs twisted backwards like spasms, and turned over in a posture that would never be possible for a normal person.

He faced up, his back was facing down, his limbs were on the ground, his neck turned around like a flower several times, his mouth was spitting black blood, and he looked at the monks in front of the palace with ferocious eyes.

"here we go..."

The old scholar raised his head and looked at the Buddha statue that was constantly trembling and exuding a boiling demonic energy.

In his hoarse voice, he read out what Li Ang and others were extremely familiar with, and the words still echoed in the Great Hall three hundred years later, "All of you are going to die."
Chapter completed!