Jian Nanchun was talking about the Little Supreme Buddha, but Xia Ruxue was thinking of another person.
If he were still alive, after a hundred years, he would not be said to be invincible. At the very least, he would not be much worse than the Little Supreme Buddha.
After Jian Nanchun finished talking about the birth of the Little Supreme Buddha, he stopped talking and sat carelessly on the edge of the lotus platform, drinking and waiting.
This Xuanmen gathering has monks coming from all over the world. It will take three to five to seven days just to gather people, and it may take a month at most. No one can come in a hurry.
All the monks present sat in meditation for several days as part of their duty.
The little Supreme Buddha, who had been waiting for visitors in the sky, suddenly opened his eyes, a lotus seal appeared between his eyebrows, and his eyes sparkled.
I saw him clasping his hands together and pushing forward, the barrier of Yanfuzhou Cave opened, revealing the blue sea and blue sky outside.
And on the blue sea, far away from the horizon, a black cloud so thick that it looked like it could drip out ink at any time, rolled in with the force of thunder!
A dark cloud covering the sky!
Above the black clouds, there are a group of unruly figures, led by two people, a man and a woman. The man is handsome, with cold eyebrows, and the woman has a smile like a flower, surrounded by thunder.
The two walked hand in hand, like a couple of demons...
"The Little Supreme Buddha of Jam Fuzhou welcomes all of you in the Mara Palace!"
Faced with such terrifying movement and momentum, the Little Supreme Buddha smiled calmly and said loudly, his voice like a bell, rolling out.
…
Behind the leading handsome man and beautiful woman.
There are also four strange-looking old men.
If Yi Lin were here, she might recognize two of them as the old couple who opened a bun shop in Qingdu.
The two of them are respectively the thunder protector and the wind protector among the four major protectors of the Mo Luo Temple: wind, thunder, mountain, and fire.
There were two people left, one was as tall as an ox, carrying a bloody ax on his back, his naked upper body was tattooed with interlaced blood-colored textures, and around his neck hung a string of broken human skulls.
Lian, with this image, you can tell at a glance that he is not a good person.
He is the mountain protector of Moluo Palace, Huyanhao Mountain.
The other person was an old man with a stooped back. He was carrying a large medicine box behind him. Next to the box was a small black flag with three words written on it: There is no cure.
However, "No life can be cured" is not the old man's real name, it is just the creed he believed in during his medical career.
No one knows his real name, but within the circle, anyone who knows this person will call him "Sick Man" with a complicated expression.
The fire protector of the Mara Hall, the sick man.
In addition to the four guardians of wind, thunder, mountain and fire, the Mo Luo Temple group also has a group of demon disciples of various ages. These people are all elites of the demon sect who have lived for more than a hundred years. The surging demonic energy of the disciples,
Together they built up the dark clouds beneath their feet.
Buzz buzz…
The moment everyone from Mo Luo Palace appeared in Yan Fuzhou, behind Xia Ruxue, the snow-white flying sword made a harsh buzzing sound.
In an instant, the temperature around Xia Ruxue dropped sharply, and the air was freezing.
Xia Ruxue saw someone.
Back then, during the battle between monks in Qingdu, this man had plotted against his senior brother behind his back.
Although the plot was not successful, if there is anyone alive among senior brother's enemies now, they are the second protector of Wind and Thunder of Moluo Palace, and the woman riding a spirit snake following them.
Li Qianqian!
traitor!
As the saying goes, enemies are extremely jealous when they meet. Her senior brother's enemies were her Xia Ruxue's enemies. When they appeared, Xia Ruxue's mood fluctuated violently.
"Today is not the right day to take action on someone else's territory."
Jian Nanchun stood up and patted his junior sister's shoulder gently. Although he said these words calmly, you could see the murderous aura in Jian Nanchun's slightly narrowed eyes, which seemed to be working hard.
The "markless" sword intention he realized was originally a murderous sword, taking lives invisible. As for why Jian Nanchun was able to understand the "markless" sword intention, the profound meaning is self-evident.
"call……"
Xia Ruxue breathed out cold air, closed and opened her eyes, and regained her composure.
She has practiced Qing Dynasty for hundreds of years and has already developed an extraordinary mentality.
After entering the Mara Palace, the atmosphere on the Three Thousand Lotus Stage in Yanfuzhou changed strangely.
Many casual cultivators have learned that Mo Luo Temple and Tianjian Sect have been entangled in grievances for thousands of years. Even in the past thousand years, due to the constraints of the "peace treaty", the two behemoths have not had a violent conflict, but regardless of
It's just a matter of fighting over ideas or accumulation of hatred. If you can avoid fighting when you meet, you are already an Amitabha. You can't force others to greet you with a smile.
Everyone in Moluo Hall took their seats.
Each lotus platform is about a few square meters and can only accommodate a few people standing at the same time without feeling aggrieved.
Mo Luodian, the leading couple, accidentally or accidentally landed on the lotus platform where Jian Nanchun, Xia Ruxue, Black and White Eryang were.
Xia Ruxue was in the long sleeves of her green shirt, her pink and white fists clenched at first, and then slowly loosened.
When Xia Ruxue was silent, it was the other party who spoke first.
"Xiaoman, on July 7th next year, please place a stick of incense in front of Brother Lin's tomb for Xiaohu."
It turned out that the handsome man and beauty at the head were actually Wang Xiaohu, who had a superficial friendship with Xia Xiaoman, and his partner Yan Qianxiu.
Jian Nanchun sighed: "In a hundred years, things have changed and people have changed."
Xia Ruxue's face was expressionless: "Xia Xiaoman is dead. You recognized the wrong person."
"Xia... Ruxue." Wang Xiaohu's expression was equally cold. His eyes were empty, staring in the direction of the treasure tree, without looking at Xia Ruxue. His dry lips whispered: "On July 7th next year, please take the place of Xiaohu.
I will burn a stick of incense in front of Brother Lin’s tomb.”
Xia Ruxue: "You don't deserve it."
Wang Xiaohu finally looked at Xia Ruxue: "Yes, I don't deserve it. But I beg you, for the sake of... I saved your life at the Golden Temple a hundred years ago. From then on, we have been mortal enemies, and our kindness has been wiped out."
"
Jian Nanchun patted Xia Ruxue's shoulder again, shook his head and sighed with emotion.
He recalled the time when he met two ignorant teenagers outside the Golden Temple.
One young man is honest and passionate, while the other is cunning and interesting.
Over the course of a hundred years, Wang Xiaohu's temperament changed drastically, and he became the "Devil" of the Moluo Palace. He stayed and flew with the "Saint" Yan Qianxiu, but another young man, Lin Yi,...
"Can."
Finally, Xia Ruxue's eyes flashed and she agreed.
Wang Xiaohu looked away: "Thank you very much."
In fact, to put it bluntly, Xia Ruxue does not hate Wang Xiaohu.
In other words, that kind of hatred is not the kind of "hate" that ordinary people call it.
I am angry that I will not fight, and I hate the injustice of God.
Wang Xiaohu is pitiful. His experiences have made him what he is today.
However, senior brother must not want his former brother Wang Xiaohu to become like this.
Those who couldn't come, the Little Supreme Buddha seemed to have no intention of waiting any longer.
The reason why he gathered the three sects of Taoism, Demonology and Buddhism in Yanfuzhou was for a major event.
A... major event related to the fate of Xuanmen.
The lotuses all over the sky disappeared, and the golden light that finally dissipated gathered into a twenty-one-petal lotus under the seat of the Small Supreme Buddha.
The little Supreme Buddha sits on the lotus platform, his face filled with brilliant golden light.
He didn't talk nonsense. He threw out a king bomb in his opening remarks:
"Comrades gathering here should be a rare event in a thousand years, but here, the poor monk has to tell you something."
"Ten years ago, the master of the poor monk, the Supreme Buddha, passed away."
After saying this, the Little Supreme Buddha clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and paused for a moment.
The Supreme Buddha has passed away?
This news made all the seniors look shocked and breathless, making it difficult to calm down.
The younger generation may not know who the Supreme Buddha is, but it is impossible for the older generation not to know.
The status of the Supreme Buddha is just like the status of the Supreme Master of the Tianjian Sect within the Tianjian Sect. He is a brother-like existence, and can be said to be the Supreme Buddha. His cultivation of Buddhism is unfathomable, precisely because of his thousand years of cultivation.
In the past, the three supreme beings, Supreme Buddha, Mara, and Heavenly Sword Supreme, were checking and balancing each other. No one could do anything to the other, so a situation was formed in which the three sects signed a "peace treaty" together.
But now...the Supreme Buddha actually died ten years ago?
Yan Fuzhou actually hid this huge news for ten years?
The Little Supreme Buddha did not give everyone time to digest the news.
After a moment of pondering, he told the truth amidst the buzzing whispers:
"Ten years ago, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth was rapidly drying up. In order to find the source of the spiritual energy drying up, Master, the Supreme Buddha, went to the ninth heaven alone."
"After Master was on the ninth level of heaven for more than a month, Master returned, but his body was mutilated. There were holes in the shape of 'handprints' on it, and he was already dying."
Swish.
All the lotus terraces were completely silent.
Immediately afterwards, the Little Supreme Buddha said again:
"Before his death, the master tried his best to tell the young monk the secret of spiritual energy exhaustion."
"A hole was broken in the ninth level of the sky."
The calm expression of the little Supreme Buddha finally changed. He held the flower in his left hand, pointed to the sky with his right hand, and sighed:
"A 'hole' that is enough to destroy all living beings in the world!"