Ayiaba.

The "image" that only exists in ancient Sanskrit, and in the current Lingshan classics, no information about "Ayiaba" can be found.

This is a "god". According to the ancient Buddhist mythology of ancient times, the realm of this god is infinitely close to immortality.

Because "he" is the Buddha's disciple.

The ancient practitioners of Lingshan, the old man who read the ancient Sanskrit Taoist scriptures, heard about this god, and from their mouths, the supernatural powers of this Buddha disciple were spread... Buddhist disciples in Dongtu believed that the "mechanical techniques" in this world all came from Ayiaba.

However, this is not the true god of Buddhism.

It is said that Ayiaba was suppressed by cause and effect and was imprisoned in hell forever, and the crime committed was to "blasphemy" of the Buddha.

In the ancient Sanskrit of Lingshan, "Ayiaba" corresponds not only to the former Lingshan gods, but also to the originator of "mechanical techniques", but its important significance is to "blasphemy" and "rebel" people.

The moment when the ancient Sanskrit curse fell into the heart lake-

Song Yiren's soul seemed to have lost balance, fell from a cliff, breaking through layers of thick fog.

It suddenly fell back to the years that were a long time ago.

Back to a freeze-framed picture.

Time flows again.

As a bystander, he lived in his young body, who was still young, and turned his head slightly and looked into the distance.

It was pitch black in the distance, the bright lights were not bright, and there was no fire.

But you can vaguely see that there is a figure.

The figure wearing a big robe facing his back to himself, holding a Zen staff in his hand, choosing to stay away from him...

He has seen it before.

In the depths of the jungle.

Pei Lingsu's "Eight Organ Formation" unveils the most inexplorable memories in his childhood. The figure who was mistaken for "Lu Zi" Daoxuan was actually an old man who had lived for a long time.

An old man who has lived for a long time.

A hoarse voice squeezed out from Jinglian's throat.

"Uncle Master..."

He looked at Master Ju Xing in pain, and the blood splashed from all directions was greedily absorbed by the black lotus. The old man with his chest exploded softly and weakly collapsed on the wooden wheelchair. He had a tired and satisfied smile on his face, just looking at Song Yiren's pale face.

The black lotus absorbed blood, flesh and blood without feeling satisfied, and used everything that could be swallowed as nutrients.

The black lotus bloomed on the old man's shriveled chest.

The black lotus will also bloom in Xiao Leiyin Temple.

This ancient Sanskrit curse hit the heart lake. Song Yiren trembled all over, holding a knife in his hands. The blade stabbed into the old man's heart, but could not be pulled out... A wisp of black ink climbed up, stretching with the blade's edge and rolling. The rhizome of this black lotus was spreading. There was no doubt that if the entire ancient knife was climbed up, it would extend the handle of the knife and swallow Song Yiren too.

Ju Xing smiled and spoke softly.

Said a few words.

Song Yiren didn't hear it clearly.

He stared at Uncle Master, trying to draw his sword, but he couldn't.

The ancient Sanskrit that burst out from the old man's mouth was like a fixed mantra, and his feet could not even move away from the ground.

Song Yiren stared at her once respected uncle.

The old man's aura was gradually weakening, and this black lotus was absorbing his blood and flesh, treating him as a foundation and nutrient.

Ju Xing repeated his words, and Song Yiren heard clearly what he was talking about.

"I'm about to die...

…”

This uncle, who longs for eternal life and pursues a pathological obsession, actually said such words. I think he also understood... This black lotus wanted to swallow him, and the so-called "true Buddha" would never give him eternal life.

The old man looked at Song Yiren and actually smiled with relief, spoke with relief, murmured: "Fortunately...you are the same."

After the black lotus swallows itself, it will swallow the pure lotus.

In this way.

Not lonely either.

Have someone to accompany you.

Song Yiren whispered in her heart, and he grabbed the knife handle and said, "The real Buddha you are talking about... is Ayiaba?"

The old man smiled weakly and nodded.

The second black lotus had grown into the stamen, and the black ink was already invading half of the blade.

Song Yiren cursed viciously: "The one who cursed me back then was you, an old bastard?"

Ju Xing smiled and said a few words in a vague way.

Can't hear clearly.

"Highlight, your vocal cords fell into the temple?" Song Yiren drew his ancient sword. He didn't expect that he was still in the mood to make bad jokes and scold people.

The old man smiled and admitted: "It's me."

Song Yiren smiled slightly and said, "Then you really deserve to die."

He held the ancient knife and said coldly: "But I am still young, my life is up to me."

Ju Xing looked at Song Yiren half calmly and half ridiculously, wanting to see what else he could do and how to "reverse his life".

Song Yiren's fingers were trembling, and the black ink had already crawled to the handle of the knife.

Can't pull out the knife.

Can't let go of surgery.

He took a deep breath, looked at his uncle, and said seriously: "I have a lock of immortality, she can save my life."

The wind whistles.

A crescent moon passed by Song Yiren's robe, and silver light filled it instantly slashed on the blade of the ancient sword, splashing out a clear fire. Then, one after another, a burst of fire light burst out, dozens of flying swords rushed into the invasion of the black lotus and the ancient sword one after another, like a peacock screen with open screen, rubbing in front of Song Yiren and the old man, and then blooming!

The sharp "sharp" sound, the ancient sword given by Song Que was hit by countless flying swords to create a gap.

The black lotus's ink intention was directly dispersed by the rotating sword light.

A thin red armored figure rushed towards him without hesitation. Although it was short, it was extremely agile. He jumped on the ground and stepped on a falling stone on the hall. He scurried to the high platform with two breaths. He held a black umbrella in one hand and swung out the sword edge, slashed hard like a world-breaking world. His waist fell on one side, and his boots were stepped on the ground with both feet and boots. Then he twisted his waist and lifted his hips. The black umbrella hit the gap in the ancient knife and splashed fire again, expanding the gap. The woman with red armored twisted her face and twisted her face. The free hand fell naturally on Song Yiren's waist.

Draw the sword.

The third knife.

Unshelf.

Cut off.

The only treasure that cuts off Song Que’s ancient sword is Song Que’s ancient sword.

With a clamor, the firelight was like a water curtain.

The black lotus spread out of the ink killing thought was like a dam breaking the dike. The waterfall that fell to the ground rushed out at the moment when the ancient knife broke, trying to swallow Song Yiren and Cinnabar. However, with a "puff", the black umbrella opened and wrapped the two people. The talisman at the tip of the umbrella burned and the flames boiled, from the "wish fire" given by the "near water tower" and the "wish fire" personally burned this illusion directly.

Burned out.

Song Yiren's breathing first became rapid. After gasping for two heavy breaths, he swallowed hard, and then supported his numb legs. He took the black umbrella of cinnabar and threw out the broken umbrella that could no longer be used, and then stared at the burning flame wheelchair in front of him.

Several flying swords popped up in the wooden wheelchair, but they couldn't even escape the "fire screen".

Mechanism.

In addition to the "Zen" and "Vision" in Lingshan, there is indeed a mountain gate that specializes in "mechanical techniques". If you want to pursue the origin, the ancestor is the "Ayia Nafa" who followed the Buddha in ancient times. However, later "Ayia Nafa" became a traitor, and the mechanism techniques of this lineage remained.

Juxing also hides means.

But unfortunately, he can no longer use it at this moment.

The old man collapsed in a wheelchair, and his shriveled chest made a sharp and painful roar. He could not stand up because the black lotus absorbed everything from him. In fact, he could not even move his fingers at this moment.

However, under the burning of the flame of Nirvana, the black lotus, which was highly anticipated by the old man, began to wither quickly. The lotus petals with a strong sense of silence came into contact with the flame, sneered and smoked, then retreated and shrank, trying to retreat back to the flesh and blood body and keep "self". However, the body of Qixing was not strong enough, and he had not even cultivated the Arhat Fruit Status, so how could he withstand such flame burning?

The old man quickly turned into a withered skeleton, and his whole body was still screaming and roaring. His deep-sinking eyes were filled with anger and had nowhere to vent, so he could only stare at Song Yiren.

And the woman beside him.

"Let me introduce it, this is my 'longevity lock'." Song Yiren rubbed her wrists and smiled, "It's also my wife."

After saying that, we did not wait for the old man to answer.

He kicked the old man hard on the wheelchair.

A bitter howl.

Standing on the high platform, Song Yiren looked at a ball of flames without expression, fell on the platform of Wudao Mountain Taoist Temple, hit the ground, and instantly turned into nothingness of fire and ashes. He had been practicing Taoism for hundreds of years, and finally became a vain.

Zhusha noticed that Song Yiren was speaking in a very light voice, and didn't know what to say.
To be continued...