Chapter 32 The Monk Finally Goes to the Spiritual Realm of the Divine Dao
Chapter 32 The monk finally leaves, the Shinto spiritual realm
The black box is opened, and the light of the magic stone lamp shines into the spirit-sealing crystal bottle.
After seeing the light again, Monk Huijing reacted indifferently.
Lu Feng should be asking him a question.
Monk Huijing was prepared, but the next moment, the crystal bottle he was in was suddenly picked up by a pair of hands.
With a "pop" sound, Lu Feng removed the cork from the crystal bottle.
The spirit reached out of the crystal bottle, and Monk Huijing once again saw the heaven and earth with extremely rich spiritual energy.
Once again, Monk Huijing was filled with doubts.
This man is so strange, where did he come from such a spiritual realm with rich aura of heaven and earth?
His master, the senior master in Dahe Temple, has cultivated a spiritual realm where the aura of heaven and earth is not as good as here, which is really strange.
When Monk Huijing was thinking wildly, the body of the crystal vase tilted, and the sandalwood rosary beads that the monk lived in rolled down along the wall of the vase, and was pressed on the desk by a hand.
Never give him the slightest chance to escape.
No, to be precise, Monk Huijing's consciousness died as the Buddha's light was exhausted when he resisted Lu Feng's control.
"I advise you not to resist, and accept this mark honestly. After I use it to verify the authenticity of what you said before, I will give you a chance to live!"
At the same time, the Buddha's light on the rosary also faded a little.
"This monk has a lot of experience. I hope I can find some useful information from his memory. Hey, what is this?"
"Fight to the death, it seems you still tell a lot of lies!"
Since the Mark of the Undead is not an attack and has little power, the Buddha's light in the sandalwood beads will purify the black Mark of the Undead in a short time.
On a cliff near a river.
The dead seed of this energy-absorbing ancient tree cultivated by Lu Feng through practicing the Green Wood Sutra of Immortality gradually increased in vitality, and gradually showed a trace of the power of the energy-absorbing ancient tree.
Under the cliff, the river lapped at the table, raising waves of water vapor and drifting behind the old monk in the wind, faintly reflecting a splendid Buddhist pure land filled with the sound of Buddha.
The Buddha's light is exhausted, and the remaining soul of Monk Huijing is on the verge of being broken. At this time, the monk has lost consciousness and self.
The Buddha's light is hot, while the mark of the dead is cold.
Lu Feng sighed and carefully sensed the remnant soul of monk Huijing controlled by the undead mark.
Monk Huijing knew the consequences of the soul being enslaved by others. He had not taught Lu Feng these techniques before.
But the development of things cannot always go smoothly. Monk Huijing among the sandalwood beads only felt what Lu Feng said.
What's more, this person has never made a promise in front of him, and he is probably a gloomy person.
Lu Feng turned a deaf ear to Monk Huijing's cry, staring at the sandalwood rosary with cold eyes, sealing all the places on the table with his strong mental power.
Monk Huijing looked at the spiritual scenery shown by Master, with envy and obsession on his face, and was indulged in it.
After hearing his disciple's distress, the old monk opened his eyes, his eyes shining brightly without any trace of turbidity.
Is this monk planning to resist to the end?
Lu Feng felt a shiver in his heart. He secretly knew something was wrong. The mark of the dead floating next to the rosary was shot at the rosary without hesitation, aiming to capture the monk Huijing.
But the next moment, a layer of golden Buddha light floated on the sandalwood beads, stubbornly resisting the dark mark of the undead.
If he really listens to his words and accepts this strange mark, I am afraid that he, a monk, will never have a chance to resist in this life.
On one side is the swallowing of dead seeds, on the other side is the erosion of undead marks, attacking from both sides.
After receiving the mark, if it was verified, Monk Huijing knew that he would definitely not end well.
Even weaker than the other ghost.
A few minutes later, the almost invisible Buddha's light suddenly shattered, and a black mark of the undead quickly shot into the sandalwood rosary.
Like the magic words that led him to fall, he cannot be trusted.
The energy-absorbing ancient tree is a big stomach that absorbs the energy of the world. It doesn't refuse any type of energy.
"What do you want to do? Don't you promise to spare my life if I tell you the technique and method?"
Lu Feng stared closely at the sandalwood rosary beads and pressed his fingers tightly on the beads. His spiritual power enveloped the surroundings and dispersed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth near the rosary beads, not giving Monk Huijing a chance to absorb the spiritual energy and restore his Buddhist power.
Monk Huijing looked back and saw that a black [Mark of the Undead] composed of a cold aura was approaching.
Suddenly, Lu Feng, who was looking through his weak conscious memories, suddenly saw an interesting memory fragment.
Through the mark of the undead, Lu Feng looked through the memories left in his weak consciousness, only a lot of chaotic images and sounds remained.
The mark of the undead entered the sandalwood rosary. It encountered almost no resistance and was smoothly integrated into a weak consciousness.
Now in the rosary, what is left is like the remains of a vegetative soul.
Seeing the old monk's face full of sorrow, he heard the old monk's voice hoarse and authentic:
Lu Feng once said that the monk Huijing in the sandalwood rosary did not speak. He just huddled in the beads and chanted the sutra obediently.
Feeling the breath of the "Mark of the Undead", Monk Huijing's remaining soul felt that something was not good, and shouted tremblingly.
Lu Feng persuaded, intending to use words to break down Monk Huijing's resistance.
The monk Huijing in the sandalwood rosary can still hold it up at first, but as time goes by, the Buddha's light on the sandalwood rosary becomes increasingly dim.
Lu Feng did not dare to use other level 0 spells. He was afraid that if he did not control the power of his spells well, he would accidentally crush all the weak Buddhist power in the sandalwood rosary, causing Monk Huijing to lose his sustenance and lose his soul.
Listening to Master's words, Huijing lowered her head in shame.
There are countless ways to control and enslave other people's souls in the world, and Monk Huijing alone has several ways to control them.
"Disciple, do you know why I gave your dharma name the word Jing? Hui Jing, Hui Jing, I hope you can use your wisdom to see through the obsessions in your heart, and that your mind will calm down and the waves will calm down. It's a pity that you still can't see through this.
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After all, the sandalwood rosary contains a Buddhist power. If monk Huijing resists, the fragile mark of the undead may not be able to easily capture the monk's remaining soul.
Natural conflict.
Although it is insignificant, it is evenly matched when used against the equally weak poor monk Huijing.
A skinny old monk sat opposite Monk Huijing. Monk Huijing asked the old monk with a sad face:
"Master, it has been three years since I mastered all the apertures, but my Buddha power and my physical body are no longer accessible. Is there any way to help me overcome that difficulty?"
"What a pity, monk. If you resist until the end, you are the only one who gets hurt!"
At the same time, the dead seed of the energy-absorbing ancient tree also flew to the sandalwood rosary under the control of Lu Feng, emitting a faint green light and absorbing the Buddhist power in the sandalwood rosary.
The newly subdued ghost was also floating nearby, staring at Monk Huijing.
"That's all. Since you can't see clearly, I will show you a clear path. More than a thousand kilometers away from here to the south, there is a Shinto spiritual realm that will be born in the near future. If you go for a walk, you may encounter someone who can help you practice.
An opportunity to reach the spiritual realm!"
After saying that, the old monk closed his eyes.
"Thank you Master!"
After receiving the master's advice, the monk Huijing was so happy that he bowed to the master and set off south the next day.