Chapter 393 Today I will establish a religion and call it Fushen!
"Master."
Gu Han felt that it was necessary to clarify this issue, "I really have no fate with Buddha. You see, this little bald man and I... Well, this is the first time I have met the little master, and it is also the first time with you.
This is the first time we met, where did the fate come from?"
I really want to talk about it.
He felt that he and the devil were closely connected.
Jinyin, Qianye, Gu Tian, Witch... and Yu Miao, who is the young leader of the Demon Cult, all have an unusually deep relationship with him.
"This is fate."
The old monk smiled kindly and pointed at the bodhi seed.
"..."
Gu Han was speechless.
He felt that this master's attainments in fishing were even higher than his cultivation.
"Grandmaster."
He was a little unconvinced.
"If I give you something in exchange, will my fate be broken?"
"No."
The old monk shook his head.
"When this thing comes into the hands of the donor, it is tainted with the donor's Qi. This is the origin. Whether it is returned or not, the donor has formed a predestined relationship with me, the Buddha."
"..."
Gu Han was stunned!
How else can it be explained this way?
Glancing at the bodhi seed in his hand, he regretted it endlessly.
Why can't I control my hands?
"Grandmaster!"
He had a sad look on his face.
"Junior admires me!"
He felt that he had underestimated the old monk. His skill in talking was ten times better than his skill in fishing!
Think about it.
He still hasn't returned the bodhi seed.
It's rare for me to be so enthusiastic and eager to get married to me. Why don't you give me face?
"Grandmaster."
"Junior...are you leaving?"
He really didn't dare to stay any longer.
He was worried that after a while, with the old monk's words, he could be fooled into shaving him on the spot!
"The donor will leave as he pleases."
The old monk clasped his hands together without any intention of leaving anyone alone.
"Thank you, Master, for the gift."
"We are destined to meet again... ahem, farewell, farewell!"
Gu Han almost said something right, but he quickly stopped talking, cupped his hands, and moved away in an instant.
"Master."
Unintentionally, I had some doubts.
"Why should you give a treasure like the Bodhi Seed to him casually? Moreover, this donor does not seem to be a Buddhist believer..."
"He has murderous intent towards you, but has no murderous intention."
The old monk sighed.< br>
"My hands are bloody, but my heart is kind and righteous. That's enough."
Wu Xin said nothing.
Just a little bit unconvinced.
If I let it out, he will definitely not be able to beat me.
"That's all."
The old monk sighed.
"Come with me."
As he spoke, he flicked his monk's clothes, and the traces of the master and the disciple disappeared in an instant. When they reappeared, they were in front of a clean, solemn, simple and atmospheric ancient temple. The sky above the ancient temple was covered with heavy Buddha lights, and the shadow of a celestial dragon flashed past.
, there are two rows of bodhi trees planted in the temple. The green bodhi trees sway in the wind, and the sound of chanting sutras can be heard faintly.
In the middle of the main hall.
The Buddha's golden body is majestic, and more than a hundred monks are here silently reciting scriptures.
The old monk didn't look at them either.
But he took Wu Xin directly to the back hill of the ancient temple.
In front of a hut.
Two monks stood quietly, one was middle-aged, with a solemn face, and the other was a young man, wearing white monk robes, with an aura that was beyond the pale. Three people were lying not far away, with no breath at all, and their faces were the same as ordinary people, but
The eyebrows and back are slightly bulging, which looks a bit weird.
"senior."
Seeing the old monk, the two monks quickly joined their hands and bowed.
The old monk's origins were mysterious and his seniority was extremely high. Naturally, the two of them did not dare to be disrespectful in the slightest.
"Huiren."
Wu Xin said hello to the young monk.
"meet again."
Seeing Wu Xin, who was stained with blood and was ridiculous but very innocent and kind, a hint of fear flashed in Huiren's eyes, and he nodded slightly but did not speak.
"senior."
The middle-aged monk was a little puzzled.
"This is the third batch in the past six months. Just like before, they killed themselves before I could ask. They still used that divine power. Even I couldn't stop them... These people are all in the extraordinary realm.
Cultivation, the divine essence is of little use to them, so why do they have to come here again and again to die?"
"well."
The old monk sighed softly.
"Chaos is coming."
"From today on."
He glanced deep into the back mountain.
"I will guard this place."
"Thank you, senior."
"Wuxin, come with me."
The old monk said again, "From now on, you are not allowed to leave my side for half a step."
"oh……"
Wuxin was a little reluctant, but still followed, looking at the three corpses from time to time, his eyes full of curiosity, and... a trace of deeply hidden bloodthirsty.
"Master."
Wait for the two of them to leave.
Huiren spoke softly.
"You never let me enter this God-killing Formation. What is sealed inside?"
"It's...a head."
The middle-aged monk hesitated for a moment and told the truth. ??
…
Southern Xinjiang.
In a dilapidated wing.
With a pious look on his face, Yun Tu knelt down in front of the statue, and wisps of red mist continued to penetrate his seven orifices.
After a while.
He slowly stood up and sighed.
outside the door.
Yun Ao was still wearing a green shirt, but his figure was much more transparent than before.
"how?"
Seeing Yun Tu's expression, he raised his eyebrows.
"Failed again?"
"It's not a failure."
Yuntu returned to his lazy look, put his hands in his sleeves, and slowly walked out of the room, "The heads of gods are the most important part. Their deaths can be considered as getting some useful information. That gray
Monk Yi seems to attach great importance to this matter, haha, ascension realm...our strength is still a bit weak."
"Don't count on me."
Yun Ao shook his head.
"In order to help you suppress the Feathering Realm, I have exhausted the last power of this dragon mirror, and it will take a long time to cultivate."
"It doesn't matter."
Yuntu smiled.
"One is enough. There has been too much commotion recently, so we need to stay dormant for a while, but before that... there is another big thing!"
brush!
brush!
…
The voice fell.
Four figures fell in front of him instantly.
Three holy realms.
An Ascension Realm.
If there are people from Southern Xinjiang here, it is not difficult to find that these people are either the sect masters or the holy masters of the Holy Land, especially the Ascension Realm, whose identity and origins are even more terrifying, but in front of Yun Tu, these people look extremely respectful.
, with a look of fanaticism in his eyes.
"Meet the envoy!"
"A few."
Yun Tu's face turned solemn.
"The resurrection of the gods is imminent. Today I will establish a sect to honor the gods. Brilliance spread throughout the world!"
"My God!"
moment.
Several people knelt on the ground and kept shouting.
"glory!"
Visible to the naked eye.
Threads of red mist continued to float out from the statue in the wing, falling on several people, and several of them looked intoxicated.
Stab!
Stab!
Just in the blink of an eye.
Several people squirmed behind them, then stretched out four thick arms. The skin between their eyebrows split at the same time, and a giant scarlet eye appeared!
A trace of disgust flashed in Yun Ao's eyes.
But he didn't say anything.
Infused with divine power, several people did not seem to lose their minds, but instead stayed awake.
"Angel of God!"
The Ascension Realm monk had a fanatical look on his face.
"Since we want to establish a religion, what is the name of the religion?"
Yun Tu is speechless.
Then he walked into the wing room again, kowtowed to the statue of the god, and said in a fervent tone, "Since I want to revive the god, my name is... Fushen! From today on, I will be the leader of the Fushen Sect!"
"Meet the leader!"
outside room.
Several people looked enthusiastic and kept kowtow.
"Resurrection?"
Yun Ao's tone was slightly mocking.
"You are so blatant, are you really not afraid of the old blind man?"
"Waiting for the gods to revive."
Yuntu looked pious.
"He's the first to die!"
…
Within the forbidden area.
A figure in white walked forward slowly, with a vague fairy light covering his body. He didn't even glance at the white bones that could be seen everywhere. The faint sound of ghosts crying and demons roaring seemed to have no effect.
He got half a point.
It was Luo Wushuang.
Sue!
The endless mist twisted around and turned into many ghosts, biting towards him.
only.
When it encounters that layer of fairy light, it is like ice meeting the blazing sun and melting instantly!
I do not know how long it has been.
His figure slowly stopped.
In the rolling fog, an ancient road about three feet long appeared vaguely. It seemed real and illusory, and the ancient road was winding and winding, and it was unknown where it spread.
"The road is broken?"
The fairy light in his eyes became stronger again, as if he could faintly sense something.
