The devil is the lord of the Chaos Hell Realm and the core from which the Chaos Spiritual Treasure derives its power. After being tempered by the Six Paths Old Monk for hundreds of years, it has lost its superficial illusion and looks more like a living monster.
The uneven ferocious fangs opened and closed slightly, making a bone-crushing sound when they rubbed against each other. (
"Many years ago, my dharma of heaven and earth was destroyed by my own hands, and from today on, you are my dharma when I step into the realm of God." The old monk of Six Paths defined this demon in an indifferent tone, and said calmly.
The voice said: "Your name is Devouring Heaven."
As he spoke, he put away the wordless heavenly book and moved forward with his skinny fingers. The snow-white and traceless world of pure land immediately collapsed with his fingertips as the center and turned into countless tiny fragments. The Devouring Sky behind him
The demon also disappeared.
At this moment, he was still sitting cross-legged in that simple house. After a hundred years, nothing around him had changed, except that there was a thick layer of dust on the ground.
The old monk of Six Paths stood up, shook off the dust on his cassock, and walked out of the house.
The cold winter was gradually receding, but the rain was still bone-chilling and wet the frozen ground. The six-path old monk walked along the familiar path and came to the eight-level pagoda alone.
Taiyi of the East Gate sits in front of the pagoda like a stone statue. He has never left here for a month.
"Master." Seeing the Six Paths Old Monk appear in front of him, Dongmen Taiyi stood up, clasped his hands and bowed deeply.
The old monk of Six Paths said expressionlessly: "My master once showed you the future."
Dongmen Taiyi nodded and said: "There will be hardships in the future. Master is the only one who can turn things around."
The old monk of the Six Paths said again: "The time has come. Now I will take the monks from the Great Prajna Temple to find the power of the common people."
Dongmen Taiyi frowned and said, "Are you leaving here?"
"The future is coming, and everyone will leave, except you." The old monk of Six Paths said meaningfully.
Dongmen Taiyi asked in confusion: "Why?"
The old monk of Six Paths was not in a hurry to answer, but walked to the pagoda, made a seal with his palm on his chest, and slowly pushed it out, and a golden swastika Buddha seal suddenly condensed in the void, clearly engraved
Above, when the light was at its peak, it dimmed instantly, and finally disappeared completely, leaving no trace at all.
"Because, your destiny is here."
Dongmen Taiyi frowned deeply. Although he still didn't understand the mystery behind these words, there must be truth to what the master said. There was no need to question those who control the future. He immediately said: "Disciple understands."
"Stay here, protect this pagoda, and do what you should do." After speaking, the old monk of the Six Paths turned and left. The short figure disappeared from the sight blurred by the rain not long after.
Dongmen Taiyi was silent for a moment, turned his head, and stared at the top pagoda for a long time.
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The news that the Six Paths were released soon spread in the Mahaprajna Temple. Wuliang summoned all the monks to gather in the open space in front of the main hall. There was also a monk standing next to him. No matter in appearance or figure, he was not surprising.
He is no different from ordinary people. He seems to not attract anyone's attention when walking in the crowd. However, he has a transcendent status in the Mahaprajna Temple. He is the chief disciple of the Six Paths, named Wutian.
"I'm out of seclusion," said the old monk of Six Paths.
Wutian nodded, "I have lived up to Master's expectations and have reached the peak of transformation."
"Very good." The old monk of Six Paths walked to the stone steps in front of the temple and looked at the hundreds of Buddhist disciples standing in front of him. Although the number was much less than that of other sects, they were all of extraordinary strength.
Practitioners have the powerful ability to stand alone.
At this moment, he stretched out his hand and placed it on the thick stone pillar beside him, which was hugged by five or six people. This stone pillar was like tofu, and it suddenly shattered, and it carried the entire hall.
After the weight was broken into stone fragments, the majestic and majestic huge Buddhist temple behind him suddenly collapsed and turned into a pile of rubble in an instant.
All the monks looked shocked, wondering what the abbot's intention was.
The old monk of Six Paths said solemnly: "There is no need for the existence of the Great Prajna Temple. All the monks will follow me to the world to find the power of the common people."
Wuliang wondered: "The power of common people? Master, the Great Prajna Temple has existed for thousands of years, why should it be abandoned today?"
For a moment, the monks looked at each other and whispered among themselves. They obviously needed an answer to this sudden situation.
However, the old monk of Six Paths did not answer, but there was an extra page of golden book in his hand. The ancient characters on the golden book exuded a bright light. At the same time, his turbid eyes had turned into a traceless white.
, there were only a few dim gray lines in the disappeared pupils, outlining a strange pattern.
Eyes of the future!
With the palm of his hand, the page of the golden book flew into the air, and the light bloomed, filling everyone's sight. In the light, everyone saw scenes of apocalyptic scenes filled with destruction.
That is the future of suffering. It can also be said that this world has no future.
No amount of explanations at the moment can make the future scene they have seen with their own eyes convincing. The Old Monk of Six Paths wants everyone to understand why they need to find the power of the common people and how powerful the enemy they will face in the future is.
When the future came into his mind, Wutian's expression changed drastically and he said, "Master, is this all true?"
Wuliang gritted his teeth and said: "Master's predictions are never wrong, never!" His tone seemed firm and a little trembling, after all, the future he saw had a great impact on him.
After a moment, the light disappeared, and the golden book returned to the hands of the old monk of Six Paths, asking: "Are you going with me?"
"I will obey the abbot's order!" All the monks shouted in unison without a trace of doubt.
The old monk of Six Paths nodded slightly, and walked to the ancient bell next to the open space. The bell hammer was made of ten thousand years of wood heart, and it had been placed here for thousands of years. He touched the bell hammer with his hand, and it was as thick as a hand.
The ancient wood suddenly cracked open, exposing a dark golden color inside.
In an instant, a dark golden long stick appeared in front of everyone. The long stick was as thick as an arm and several feet long. When it stood upright, it was about twice the height of the old monk.
Wutian asked: "Master, what is this?"
Liudao smiled calmly, "This is the weapon I used when I was a teacher."