Chapter 198: The Headless Ancient Monk in the Ancient Temple
Northwest Territory, deep in the dark starry sky.
A blue ancient temple floats slowly, with a square shape, and obscure runes are engraved on the walls. There are cracks in many places. Each crack symbolizes the broken laws of the world and cannot be complete.
A dark white pillar stands in every corner, reaching as high as the middle of the ancient temple.
The temple is nine stories high and about 100 feet tall.
The top was covered by a thick fog, and there was a faint golden light shining through.
The temple door is closed, and a huge bronze ring hangs on the door, which is rusty and has peeled off a layer of skin.
Looking at the temple from a distance, I feel heavy in my heart and a depressing feeling wells up in my heart, making me feel uncomfortable.
Hundreds of people stood in the starry sky, looking at the ancient temple shrouded in darkness, not daring to come forward.
The smell of loneliness and desolation slowly drifted from the end of the starry sky, and no one could keep his mood calm.
Some people can't control their emotions, and two lines of tears fall down unconsciously.
On this day, Chen Qingyuan and others came.
When Daochen Buddha saw the ancient temple for the first time, his body trembled slightly, his eyes narrowed, and he showed a complicated expression.
Daochen Buddha couldn't describe the feeling that suddenly came out of his heart. He just felt very painful.
Why is this happening?
Daochen Buddha asked himself in his heart.
After thinking for a long time, I couldn't get an answer.
Looking again, tears streaked down my cheeks.
"What's wrong?"
Chen Qingyuan took a few steps forward, gently patted Daochen Buddha on the shoulder, and asked with concern.
Daochen Buddha didn't reply, he still looked at the ancient temple.
Not long after, Daochen Buddha sat cross-legged in the void, put his hands together, closed his eyes and chanted: "Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva..."
The words of the chanting fell into the ears of everyone. They were extremely profound and difficult to understand.
The sound of Buddha spread to the depths of the cold starry sky and reached the ancient temple.
"clang--"
Half an hour later, the door of the ancient temple opened. Inside, there was an ancient bell that had gone through endless years. It swayed gently and made a simple and heavy sound.
Everyone's souls trembled, hundreds of pairs of eyes looked at the ancient temple, their mouths were slightly opened, and their faces were full of surprise.
Wow——
The thick fog on the top of the temple seemed to have dissipated due to the ringing of the bell.
Then, everyone saw the scene at the top and were shocked.
What's more, he let out an exclamation, with an expression of shock that was difficult to conceal.
"That's...the head!"
On the top of the ancient temple, there is a head of Buddha with closed eyes.
The Buddha closed his eyes and lowered his ears to his chin, looking solemn and solemn.
Above his head, there is a fist-sized Buddha bead that emits golden light. Even in the darkness, the Buddha's light is still rich and undiminished.
After Daochen Buddha finished reciting a passage of scripture, he slowly opened his eyes, stood up, faced the ancient temple, and bowed.
"Do you know what's going on?"
"What does this head mean?"
"I feel like I'm suffocating and my whole body is cold."
The geniuses from all the forces were talking quietly, looking at the ancient temple with a hint of fear in their eyes.
Due to their strong curiosity, everyone wanted to enter the ancient temple to find out. Even though there were unknown risks inside, they refused to turn around and leave.
"Crack!"
Before others could take action, Daochen Buddha had already taken steps towards the ancient temple with a solemn and pious look.
Seeing this, Chen Qingyuan and others immediately followed him and were always vigilant.
Soon, the group of people arrived at the entrance of the ancient temple.
Daochen Buddha stopped, then made another big salute, and then moved forward again.
Crossed the temple gate and broke through the restrictions.
The situation and layout of the temple came into everyone's eyes, making everyone feel shocked and awe-inspiring. In addition, there was also a hint of horror that directly touched the soul.
In the center, there is a wooden fish.
Going deeper, you will find an ancient bell filled with Buddhist scriptures.
At the very back, a monk sat cross-legged.
This monk is wearing a dark yellow cassock, sitting dignifiedly, with his hands clasped together, looking very serious.
The moment they saw the monk in the temple, Chen Qingyuan and others were shocked.
Because this is the corpse of an ancient monk without a head.
"The head on the top of the temple should belong to this ancient monk!"
Anyone can guess this.
"What does this mean?"
It’s just that everyone is puzzled as to why the corpses of the ancient monks were separated and located in different locations in the ancient temple in such a strange way.
"Did someone assassinate you? Or is it because of something else?"
No one present could understand.
Hundreds of people came to the temple one after another, while the rest stayed near the ancient temple and watched, not daring to enter for fear of being in danger.
"The young monk came from the east to pay homage to the eminent monk."
Daochen Buddha didn't have the slightest fear, he took a step forward and said to the headless ancient monk.
Although this is a corpse that has been dead for who knows how many years, Daochen Buddha is full of respect, and every move he makes is the highest Buddhist etiquette.
Chen Qingyuan and others looked at each other and remained silent.
"Clang!"
Suddenly, the black chain hanging the ancient bell broke, causing the ancient bell to fall to the ground, causing the ground to shake and dust to fly.
Some timid people thought they had touched some prohibition, and ran out of the ancient temple with a "swish" sound, terrified.
When they found that there was no problem, those people still did not dare to come in and stood outside watching with lingering fear.
As the ancient bell fell, a piece of yellow paper fell from the beam on the first floor of the ancient temple.
The yellow paper is full of ancient Buddhist and Taoist texts, and extremely profound Taoist marks still remain.
Daochen Buddha kept staring at the yellow paper that fell down, and instantly understood what it was used for. His pupils contracted and he opened his mouth slightly.
"Buddha, what's written on it?"
Chen Qingyuan glanced at Daochen Buddha, guessing that he must understand the content on the yellow paper, and asked softly.
"The poor monk is willing to use flesh and blood as a guide to build a Dharma temple, dispel the fog, and connect the sacred bridge..."
The following content has been eroded by the laws of time, and Daochen Buddha failed to interpret it.
This is a forbidden technique in Buddhism. If you perform this technique, your body will die, without exception.
Daochen Buddha has read all the major books in Dongtu Buddhist Temple since he was a child, but he has never looked up this forbidden technique.
Although Dao Chen Buddha did not know how to practice the forbidden arts, he could be sure from the various traces he saw that the headless ancient monk in front of him had performed the forbidden arts.
"What's the meaning?"
Everyone looked confused when they heard this.
Among everyone present, the person who knows this best is Chen Qingyuan.
Dispel the front fog and connect to Shenqiao.
Chen Qingyuan muttered a few words, a look of shock flashed across his eyes, and he couldn't help but think of the quasi-emperor Qiyou, who was only a thousand years away from reaching the other side, leaving behind endless regrets.
The ancient temple has nine floors in total, representing the nine realms of the Divine Bridge.
In ancient times, the road collapsed.
Who was the first person in modern times who wanted to break through the limits of the great road?
The monk, whose earlobes were about to fall on his shoulders, was clad in Buddha's light and stepped out of the sun into the darkness.