Chapter 188 Monk

Wearing a moon-white monk's robe, stepping on the moonlight, bathing in the dark Buddha's light, solemn and harmonious, slowly coming.

On an unknown snow peak, Linghu stood quietly on the top of the peak, quietly watching the monk who called "Rankan".

"Donor Linghu, I have long said that you have a fate with my Buddha. Sure enough, Donor Linghu came to find the Buddha himself. Good, so good!" He clasped his hands together and looked at Linghu with a smile.

Linghu smiled and said, "Master, you are right. I also feel that I have a connection with the Buddha, and I will definitely have some cause and effect with the Buddha in the future."

The monk Ranlai said excitedly: "As it turns out, no wonder I just entered into a state of meditation, but the Buddha suddenly moved. This monk calculated with his fingers that even if he could find someone with destiny in this direction, he didn't expect that he would find you, donor Linghu. It's true that he is destined to be destined to be destined."

Linghu smiled and said, "Master Luanlai, I also feel that I am not only destined to be with Buddha, but also with you. If there is something, the master must help you."

The monk Ranlai tied his hands together and looked at Linghu with a smile: "Is it because the donor Linghu is referring to the land of water?"

Linghu was completely stunned now.

He suddenly realized that this monk Luanlai seemed to have more potential as a talisman than his Linghui Qionglu Taoist. Even he suddenly felt that monk Luanlai was very unpredictable and profound.

Linghu sighed: "It turns out that the master is indeed a magical calculation and has already known it."

Monk Luanlai had an unpredictable and profound expression on his face.

At this moment, Monk Luanlai suddenly felt his feet tightening, but saw a rock on the top of the peak he was standing strangely stretching out his hands and firmly holding his feet. At the same time, a thin and numb current rushed from his feet into his entire body.

Monk Lunlai's surprise was extraordinary, but before he could make any move, he heard Linghu Youyou say, "Master Lunlai..."

Monk Lunlai felt his heart beating and couldn't help looking at Linghu, but saw Linghu's eyes emitting two green balls of light, like two vortexes, sucking Monk Lunlai's entire mind in them.

Monk Lunlai was a monk who had a stable Taoist practice in the middle stage of the tribulation. A silhouette suddenly appeared from his eyebrows. However, at this moment, a light of inspiration appeared on Linghu's head, and a black shadow jumped out of the light. Just as he pointed, a black light appeared, and like a spider web, it covered the silhouette characters that appeared on the eyebrows of Monk Lunlai, and sealed it into the eyebrows of Monk Lunlai.

Almost immediately, the black net followed into the sea of ​​consciousness of monk Luanlai, and took advantage of the fact that monk Luanlai's mind was taken away by Linghu's new magical power, and he blocked the soul that was irresistible.

The black shadow and spiritual light almost stopped as soon as it was released, and they instantly returned to Linghu's sea of ​​consciousness world.

However, in just a moment, Monk Luanlai had already fallen into Linghu's control.

Seeing the soul being controlled and the monk Ranlai with a dazed look on his face, Linghu said lightly: "The master pinched his fingers and calculated divinely, but I don't know if he had calculated that you would have such a disaster?"

If Monk Ranlai really can count that he would fall into Linghu's hands, he would probably not be delivered to him automatically.

The next day, Monk Luanlai looked at Linghu with a wry smile and sighed: "It turns out that we are so destined to be."

Linghu said: "You are destined to be with me, but I am not destined to be with you!"

While driving a wooden fish magic weapon, he flew towards Shuijing'an, he was meditating and said, "You are my fate, I am my fate, I am my fate, it is a fate, it is not a fate, it is a fate! It is said that fate is a fate, it is not a fate!"

Udano turned from a rock to a human form, and looked at the monk Ranlai's leaving with a sneer: "What kind of messy Zen is this monk fighting?"

Linghu looked at the back of the monk Ranlai and left silently.

After a while, Linghu said, "It's a good Zen opportunity!"

With the monk who is a sloppy monk, the next thing becomes much easier.

A month later, Linghu had officially entered Shuijing Temple, and Udano, Gou Potian, Horned Honk, and Beheide also left. They did not transform into monks and nuns who turned into Shuijing Temple as planned and protected Linghu, but returned to their own power, stepped up their pace and expanded their power.

As for Linghu, he was surrounded by two Cihangzhai monks who were originally guarding the water-breaking land. In the early stage of retreat, there was no need for too many people to protect the Dharma. Otherwise, he would not be responsible for the Dharma protector, which would cause doubts and cause chaos.

Linghu dived deep into the ground more than 300 feet, deeply integrated himself into the water essence of the water, and the retreat finally began. I wonder if this closure will be ten years, twenty years, fifty years, or even one hundred years?

In short, Linghu closed the six consciousnesses this time, forbidden the five senses, and devoted himself to seclusion. He truly did not hear about the world. He would not be able to achieve success in his cultivation and break through the barrier and let the soul reach the state of independent transformation, and never open his eyes!

In the blink of an eye, spring has gone by and autumn has come, and another year has passed. At this time, South China continent is the time when the Divine Court Ark set sail again.

A young monk with a moon-white monk's robe is clean and refreshing, with eyes as bright as stars, forehead as bright moon, and a handsome face, gentle and clear, full of a look of emptiness.

He was walking on an official road paved with loess in the Jile Mountains, step by step, down to the ground, and every step was as heavy as a mortal, so that a sensation of dust would float up every step. If other pedestrians didn't have to walk a few miles away, they would be covered with dust raised on the official road, covered with dust. However, his moon-white monk's robe was still as clean and refreshing as when he had just washed out, otherwise there would be a trace of dust.

About a hundred meters behind this young monk, there was also a monk walking, just as young and beautiful as ethereal, but she was a female monk.

She was like the young monk a hundred meters ago, stepping on the earth step by step, walking forward silently.

She had no destination, only him. No matter where he went, she would follow him silently. He was also her starting point and her end point.

Behind two young monks, one man and one woman, in the void, Feng Taichong, the head of Huayan Sect, stood silently in front of the flying Shenzhou, looking at the man and one woman in front of him with helplessness and heartache. On the flying Shenzhou, Feng Taichong was also sitting in a monk with a white monk robe for a month.

This monk had a clear face, his eyes were low, and a Buddha light appeared on his quiet face. Every ten breaths above his head, a Buddha light appeared from time to time. A figure in the Buddha light could be seen quietly entering a state of meditation and sitting cross-legged. A glowing bead appeared above the blue figure. The light was dazzling and dazzling. But when you were thinking about looking carefully, you found that where was the light? Where was the bead? Where was the figure in the blue figure? And where was the Buddha light on his head? And there was no monk sitting cross-legged on the moon white monk robe?

"Master!" Wu Daozi, one of the masters of the Nine Palace Pavilion, came over and came to Feng Taichong's side: "Old ancestor Feng passed on his will and ordered us to return to the sect immediately. The ancestor said that Feng Yuruo and Li Tianmu had their own destiny, so that the head sect would not be held back."

Feng Taichong sighed, but took out a yellow turban brocade handkerchief from his arms. On the brocade handkerchief, there was a picture of an old man sitting in meditation. The old man's facial features were vaguely as if Feng Taichong was windy.

Feng Taichong held the golden brocade hand and a true fire suddenly rose up. In an instant, the golden brocade hand turned into ashes.

Feng Taichong's spiritual power was spitting out slightly, and the yellow turban brocade handkerchief that turned into ashes flew between heaven and earth!

Looking quietly at Feng Yuruo walking silently on the official road and Li Tianmu walking a hundred meters in front of Feng Taichong's heartbroken and helpless eyes gradually became clear, firm, cold and ruthless!

However, he finally cut off the affection he had for his beloved daughter Feng Yuruo and agreed with the path that Feng Yuruo and Li Tianmu took!

"Return to Huayan Sect!" Feng Taichong's eyes were cold and clear.

"It's the head!"

A strong wind blew up the dust and smoke from the sky on the official road, and swept overwhelmed the sky and the earth. Soon, the smoke and dust like tornado swept past the male and female monks who were walking alone.

When a whirlwind formed by the loess all over the sky swept by, the two young monks who were fighting alone on the official road were gone!

However, in the Soul-Swallowing Ridge, one of the two evil places of the Jile Mountains, tens of thousands of miles away from the official road, a tornado whirlwind rolled up dust like a yellow dragon, suddenly swept over and instantly escaped into the Hungry Soul Cave in the deepest part of the Soul-Swallowing Ridge!

Li Tianmu and Feng Yuruo only felt a dazed moment before their eyes, and they did not even feel that they were being swept into the sky, and were instantly captured from the official road of tens of thousands of miles into the extremely fierce land of the Soul-Slaying Ridge.

Deep in the Hungry Soul Cave, Li Tianmu and Feng Yuruo slowly opened their eyes as if they had just had a dream. For a moment, the blurred look was revealed.

In the Hungry Soul Cave, a piece of green phosphorus fire is flying everywhere, and ghosts are floating quietly in the cave, swaying like fire candles, illuminating every corner of the cave.

"The son of Buddha's fate, who is favored by heaven, welcomes you and the future Bodhisattva Dahui to visit my cave!"

A faint voice suddenly recalled in the ears of both of them.

After a shock, Li Tianmu and Feng Yuruo's somewhat confused eyes suddenly became clear!

The Buddha's light lit up slightly on the bodies of the two. Li Tianmu and Feng Yuruo looked at each other and took steps at the same time, walking towards the depths of the cave that was calling them. Step by step, it was like walking on the official road. Every step fell, a burst of smoke and dust also raised, but the smoke and dust were not loess, but countless ghosts!

In the deepest part of the Hungry Soul Cave, Li Tianmu and Feng Yuruo walked silently and saw an extremely huge throne. On the throne, a white bone was lying quietly!

It was an extremely huge shin!

At this moment, a dark green light appeared quietly on this huge shin, and the light slowly gathered into an equally green soul shadow!

Li Tianmu didn't know what happened in his mind, but a few words automatically appeared: "Xugu! Hungry Soul! Tianshang!"
Chapter completed!