Chapter 67 Breaking through the wall to save people, the monk wakes up
"I, Buddha Tathagata, don't have to do this."
Zhou Yi lowered his eyes and shouted the Buddha's name.
He has a general impression of Zhuo Saburo.
To be precise, the first impression was not very good.
It won't change just based on Zhuo Mengyuan's words.
However, the woman trapped in the mural with Zhuo Sanlang had a certain cause and effect with him - just because the bad guy named Wei Youniang was nominally the granddaughter-in-law of Duke Xu.
Because of this matter, the Xu Mansion has always felt sorry for the Wei family.
Hearing this, Fade sneered and said: "You fools, you are really dreaming! Monk, although you are highly skilled in martial arts, don't even think that you can save the people in the painting. The dye of this mural came from the temple more than thirty years ago.
Monks, we are the ones who made this painting. Therefore, only I can open and close this painting."
Faxin on the side also said: "Monk, if you are willing to take a step back tonight and leave Yeguo Temple, we will let Zhuo Sanlang out. If not, Zhuo Sanlang and others will be trapped in the painting forever and suffer this torture day after day.
, will never be reincarnated."
Hearing the conclusive threats from the weird monks, the expressions of everyone in the county changed drastically, and Zhuo Mengyuan even broke down in tears.
Under the moonlight, Zhou Yi raised his eyes, scanned the people on the mural, and then let out a sigh that only he could hear.
"That's all, let's just repay the Xu Mansion one more favor."
In an instant, a huge force rose from above his head and pointed directly at the mural opposite.
Feeling the invincible majestic momentum, Fazhi Faxin and other strange monks suddenly changed their colors.
"You, don't mess around...if the mural is destroyed, all the creatures inside will be destroyed and their souls will be scattered!" Fazhi stammered.
Hearing this, Zhuo Mengyuan and others showed nervous expressions.
Zhou Yi chuckled: "Who said I wanted to destroy the painting."
Almost at the same time, a majestic neighing sound echoed through the hall, echoing in the distance and echoing across the mountains and rivers.
Out of the gray mist, a white horse surrounded by phosphorus fire slowly walked out.
The body is as huge as an elephant, and the eyes are cold and ruthless, but unfathomable.
It stepped to the side of the monk, knelt down and prostrated, with a well-behaved look on its face.
Zhou Yi touched the majestic horse's belly and said softly: "Go ahead and bring them all out."
The night horse roared loudly, jumped up with its hooves, and in an instant, it ran into the mural.
In the moonlight-shrouded night, the mural with dull, old paint and mottled peeling paint actually started to move!
This night horse, which can reach heaven and swim underworld, is invincible and can reach everywhere even in the murals!
In the world of murals, most of the prisoners have died and their souls have been reduced to bones.
Only a few people with strong determination are still struggling to support themselves.
The arrival of the night horse is like a ray of light that arouses hope, breaking through the haze of despair.
Take away Wei Youniang under the pear tree.
He bit off the demon python by the river and rescued Zhuo Sanlang.
A middle-aged man who was thrown into the air was caught on the edge of the cliff.
Trampling the evil winged tiger in the forest to death, and carrying away an old man with gray hair...
In just a few blinks of an eye, Ye Ma had rescued more than ten people from the murals, carried them on his back, then turned around and ran towards the main hall outside the murals.
Kick, kick, kick...boom!
Fire burst out from the center of the mural.
The wall was shattered to create a golden hole.
The night horse carried everyone on its back and galloped out of the cave. There seemed to be a flowing wind under its feet. It flew directly over the heads of the seven people in the county, fell from the sky, and landed next to Zhou Yi.
Then it crouched and lowered its head, wagging its tail as white as a whisk, like a puppy, looking at the monk fawningly.
Zhou Yi's eyes were gentle: "That's so kind."
After a long period of silence in the silent hall, bursts of slamming and kneeling sounds could be heard.
Whether it was Fa Zhi Fa Xin, Zhuo Mengyuan, Fang Ziqi and others, they all knelt on the ground.
The spirits such as Fazhi and Faxin were naturally frightened, trembling and begging for their lives.
Zhao Haizhou and other young masters were prostrate on the ground, their faces full of awe.
Thinking that they had previously regarded such a peerless expert in the human world as a descendant of a famous family who had fallen into disgrace, and even thought of accepting him as a disciple, it felt like a world away, and it was extremely unreal.
Everyone has the same thought lingering in their hearts.
"This is the real holy monk in the world..."
Boom!
Thunder suddenly sounded.
Lightning like purple snakes fell from the clouds.
Er, the rain is pouring down in torrents.
The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the sound of rain is getting louder and louder.
The strange thing is that there is no moisture in the temple halls.
Zhou Yi looked intently at the hole in the center of the mural, which was forcefully knocked open by Ye Ma.
The sound of rain came from there.
Looking through the hole, one can see another vivid world.
In the world in the scroll, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the water levels in rivers and lakes began to rise. Soon they overflowed the banks and turned into a flood, sweeping towards the outside world.
Everyone in the hall also saw this scene, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.
Zhou Yi said calmly: "Let's go quickly, Yeguo Temple is destined to be doomed today."
Zhuo Mengyuan quietly looked at the beautiful side face under the bald head, and asked cautiously: "Isn't the holy monk leaving?"
The holy monk comes again?
That’s all, it sounds better than Silver Monk.
Zhou Yi said calmly: "The young monk has some unfinished business, everyone, please just say goodbye."
"Yes, Holy Monk."
Zhuo Mengyuan, Fang Ziqi and the other seven people were reluctant to leave and bowed to Zhou Yi again and again before turning around and walking out of the hall.
At this time, the dozens of farmers and vendors who had been confused by the strange monks gradually regained consciousness. Although they did not know what happened, they saw the sudden flood on the opposite side and knew that a disaster was imminent, so they fled outside in panic.
Only a few young and strong young men were left, helping Zhuo Mengyuan and the seven of them carry the unconscious person on the ground out of the hall.
As soon as I stepped out of the temple door, a Buddha's chant sounded behind me.
"That's great. If you have no way to go after you get down from the mountain, just pile up stones, knock oranges on the riverside, and shout "Yu Qing" three times, and someone will come to pick you up."
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Flood water continuously pours out of the mural.
Not long after, the water level reached up to his knees.
There was no water stain on Zhou Yi's body.
A circle of faint golden light radiates from the fallen armor, covering the surrounding area from top to bottom, releasing power that can avoid water, fire, wind and dust, blocking out floods.
The tail-burning feast was popular among the people in the Tang Dynasty.
It is used to celebrate students who passed the examination and officials who were promoted.
Its origin is derived from the aquatic monster's attempt to seize the path by burning off its tail with fire from the sky when it transformed.
What is left over when the tail is burned, and the spiritual energy gathered in it, is the most precious treasure in the world.
However, whether such a piece of fallen armor is worth the fault of the Lord Yuqing for secretly informing her that Li Jiuniang was forcibly taken away by her brother is another matter.
In the main hall, Fa Zhi Fa Xin and other surviving strange monks did not leave.
They crawled in the flood and kowtowed to the murals.
"Master is awake... Master, please spare my life."
"Master, calm down! What we are doing is also to revitalize Yeguo Temple."
"I made a mistake by waiting. Please ask Master to be lenient."
Somewhere in the world of murals, a deep and deep sigh sounded.
"The poor monk is in seclusion in the mural. Not only did you seal the exit, but you also colluded with the evil heretics and committed such a harmful act. Amitabha, the poor monk really should not have enlightened you in the first place."