Ye Wuchan's semi-demon state was all due to the blood crow suppressed under his body. After two hundred years of subtle demonization, Ye Wuchan turned into a monster.
A half-demon, half-Buddha monster.
Lin Huang's Shura power was just enough to kill the Blood Crow. So Lin Huang wanted to give it a try...
However, Lin Huang didn't know how terrifying the evil power accumulated over two hundred years was. He didn't know what consequences it would have.
He just didn't want Ye Wuchan to die just like that.
"Please, donor, please stop!"
Ye Wuchan looked at Lin Huang calmly, and slowly shook his head with a smile, "The half-demon is in a deep sleep. Once the donor takes action, the poor monk will no longer be a poor monk, but an evil monster. At that time, the donor's life will be
No guarantee!"
"Furthermore, with the donor's current ability, even if mystical power can restrain the power of the Blood Crow, it will not be able to deal with the half-demon body that has been accumulated for two hundred years."
Ye Wuchan smiled calmly and calmly, rejecting Lin Huang's idea.
"Senior, since you remember that you are Ye Wuchan, why don't you give it a try with me? But you can't erase your youthful courage just because you have escaped into Buddhism! Anyway, it's a word of death, so why not give it a try with me?"
Bundle!"
Lin Huang pretended to laugh.
But Ye Wuchan still shook his head, with a smile on his fair face, "If you lose the bet, the poor monk will become a demon immediately. If you win the bet, the poor monk will only live a few more days. The poor monk cannot afford to gamble!"
Lin Huang's brows knitted together immediately, but he got closer to Ye Wuchan.
"Amitabha!"
Ye Wuchan recited the Buddha's name for the first time, and a protective golden light suddenly appeared all over his body, with an aura like the vast sea. The terrifying oppression made it difficult for Lin Huang to move even an inch.
"senior……"
Lin Huang spoke again, trying to persuade Ye Wuchan.
However, Ye Wuchan still shook his head and said with a calm smile: "If you break through to the Wuhou realm, it may still be possible. But now you can't do it!"
Lin Huang frowned, still unwilling to give up.
Ye Wuchan smiled slightly and changed the subject, "Don't Donor Lin want to know why Lin Changtian came to Wuchan Temple eighteen years ago?"
"In the face of senior's life and death, this is not a big deal!"
Lin Huang's face was full of sincerity. He was not a person who accepted his fate. Even if Ye Wuchan wanted to die, Lin Huang did not want to follow Ye Wuchan's wish.
Ye Wuchan shook his head and smiled quietly: "Ever since I heard that Donor Lin became a demon in the Land of Locked Dragons, the poor monk knew that the Eight-Armed Shura Cauldron was in the hands of the Donor!"
"Eighteen years ago, Donor Lin Changtian came to Wuchan Temple with the Eight-Armed Shura Cauldron!"
Ye Wuchan said calmly, which made Lin Huang look shocked. He didn't expect that there would be such twists and turns in Lin Changtian's Wuchan Temple.
"Lin Changtian sent the Eight-Armed Shura Cauldron?"
Lin Huang asked.
Ye Wuchan smiled slightly, "Donor Lin Changtian sent the Eight-Armed Shura Cauldron and took away the Eight-Armed Shura Cauldron!"
"Why is this?"
Lin Huang asked with some confusion.
"Benefactor Lin Changtian also went to Yin Yang Valley from here to kill. He stayed down there for a month and came back bloody after a month!"
"Donor Lin said that even if the Eight-Armed Shura Cauldron is here, the eighth level of imprisonment will definitely collapse. And the Eight-Armed Shura Cauldron in the Eastern Spirit Realm may make a person successful!"
"Perhaps that person is you, Donor Lin!"
Ye Wuchan said calmly.
Hearing this, Lin Huang frowned, and suddenly remembered the Sutra Collection Pavilion in the Shenjiang Mansion. Lin Huang had solved the Nine Palaces and Bagua Formation and obtained a Buddha relic.
There is also one in the Eight-Armed Shura Cauldron.
The person Lin Changtian was talking about was probably himself. If he got the relics of the Buddha and God in the General's Mansion, he would definitely pursue the Eight-Armed Shura Cauldron.
If he couldn't get the relics of the Buddha and God in the General's Mansion, perhaps in Lin Changtian's eyes, he wouldn't be able to escape the Great Xia Dynasty.
"Lin Changtian told the poor monk that if anyone can enter the pagoda again, let the poor monk tell the benefactor: If you succeed, you will be an Asura, and if you fail, you will be an Asura!"
"Donor Lin Changtian also said that if the benefactor is a Shura, the Eight-Armed Shura Cauldron can help you rise to great heights, or you may escape into the devil's path and there will be no room for turning back!"
Lin Huang frowned slightly, but he didn't expect that Lin Changtian would have thought of what happened today back then. It seemed that he deliberately left the relics of the Buddha and God in the general's mansion, and also knew about the rumors about the relics of the Buddha and God.
Thinking of this, Lin Huang couldn't help but feel a little complicated.
Thinking about it, Lin Changtian's mood was quite complicated at the beginning. He sealed the relics of the Buddha and God, not wanting to discover them himself, so that he could live his life in peace.
But in the Eastern Spiritual Realm of the Eight-Armed Shura Cauldron, he thought that he could rise to great heights.
He wanted to be ordinary, but he also thought that he could grow up and take the world by storm.
In the pagoda, Lin Huang recalled the letter that Lin Changtian left for him, and his mood became increasingly complicated. From between the lines, Lin Huang could also feel Lin Changtian's struggle.
Maybe the latter is wandering around alone, chewing up all the sorrows, and hoping that there is someone who can stand by his side and fight alongside him!
"When donor Lin Changtian left, he left behind a trace of power!"
Ye Wuchan suddenly spoke, pulling Lin Huang back from his thoughts.
I saw Ye Wuchan point his jade finger, and a golden picture scroll floated down from the top of the pagoda.
The moment Lin Huang raised his hand and held the golden scroll, there was a buzzing sound inside his body, and the sound of the ancient and majestic bells and chimes resounded.
In the golden picture scroll, there is boundless Buddhist aspiration power, invading the body!
The Heavenly Shura inside his body suddenly opened his eyes, let out a manic roar, and frantically killed the ancient Buddha's power that invaded his body. Lin Huang also threw the golden picture scroll out.
"What is this?"
Lin Huang asked.
"Donor Lin Changtian said that he asked for this from a powerful order master. As long as the benefactor is willing, he can use the power in the scroll to separate Shura and avoid the disaster of becoming a demon in the future!"
Ye Wuchan explained.
Lin Huang smiled miserably, looked at the golden scroll suspended in front of him, and said with a smile: "Since he asked me to find the Eight-Armed Shura Cauldron, how is it possible for me to turn back now?!"
"There are two martial souls in the donor body. Without the trouble of Shura, we can still achieve great things!"
Ye Wuchan smiled and said, "The so-called sea of suffering is boundless, but turning back will bring you back. If you are controlled by the Shura in your body in the future, you will only become a murderous demon and fall into the endless hell!"
Lin Huang smiled and said nothing. He had many reasons in his heart but could not say anything.
Whether before or after his rebirth, the relics of Buddha and God were entangled with him.
Why Xiao Yishan appeared in the Eastern Spirit Realm and the Daxia Dynasty, he didn't know and didn't want to guess.
Second senior brother Qin Changsheng's martial arts would not be able to exert such terrifying power without the power of Heavenly Shura.
The power of Shura can kill blood crows and suppress evil spirits in the world!
In the pagoda, Lin Huang looked at the golden scroll in front of him. After thinking for a moment, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and smile. Although Lin Changtian thought that he would be able to live a peaceful life, he still thought more about how he would one day be able to get out of the Eastern Spiritual Realm.
right.
This golden picture scroll was not meant to strip away the Heavenly Shura from the body. It was just a life-saving power that Lin Changtian left for himself.
"Donor, this poor monk has something to ask for!"
Seeing that Lin Huang was unwilling to strip Shura from his body, Ye Wuchan closed his eyes and sighed, then spoke.
Lin Huang raised his head and looked at Ye Wuchan doubtfully.
"The Eight-Armed Shura Cauldron can become the eighth prison formation eye of Yin-Yang Valley because of the power within it. And the Shura in the donor's body is from the same origin as the power in the cauldron!"
Ye Wuchan spoke calmly, but Lin Huang noticed the change in the atmosphere in the pagoda.
"Now that the Eight-Armed Shura Cauldron is no longer around, the poor monk dared to ask the benefactor to strip off the Shura from his body and turn it into the eighth realm of imprisonment in the Yin-Yang Valley. As long as the birth of the Yin-Yang Valley can be delayed for one day, tens of thousands of people can be saved!"
Ye Wuchan looked up at Lin Huang, his eyes compassionate and firm.
Lin Huang suddenly frowned, feeling the power surging around him, seeming to imprison him here, and said calmly: "What if this junior is not willing?"
"I don't want to..."
Ye Wuchan frowned, half of his face as white as jade was full of compassion and kindness, and he smiled softly while holding a flower, but showed a firm intention to kill:
"Then the poor monk today also wants to imitate Chen Ruoxu and harm the benefactor to save the world!"