Chapter 113 Great Monk?Big devil? In the belly of the mountain, on the stone flat! There was a crooked figure sitting cross-legged inside, a thick iron chain pierced through his abdomen, and several more iron chains imprisoned his limbs, among the white bones, that crooked figure clasped his hands together.
His eyes are calm and kind, and he doesn't look like a sinner at all? The shape of the shabby monk's robe can no longer be seen, but the beauty of the monk's robe can be seen.
As if facing a formidable enemy, Ning Que took out the Thirteen Yuan Arrows, bent his bow and pointed it at the old monk, and asked: "Who are you? Why are you imprisoned here? What crime have you committed?"
Ning Qu, who had been in the prison of Dali Temple in Chang'an City for a while, became familiar with asking these questions.
The officials in Dali Temple like to talk about this kind of specious official accent.
Ye Hong unsheathed his Yu Dao sword and took a few steps back. He wanted to be on guard against both the old monk and Ning Que. Would an attack break out? Mo Shanshan's pair of pure hands began to form seals, resentment quietly gathered, and the bones on the ground rustled.
Only Chen Xuan remained calm and looked at the old monk on the stone flat.
On the stone flat, the old monk's thin face showed a slight smile, but the smile was a bit scary, "'Block Formation', I'm sorry, you, a little girl, have extraordinary understanding."
"Relying on the dilapidated block outside the mountain gate, you can understand the true meaning of the block, which is really rare in the world."
There was some approval in the voice from the old monk's throat that seemed to be filled with gravel. The rare bow and arrow in the world could not mean anything, but the demon-slaying intention in the eyes of the girl in red was in line with the temple. Make a fuss.
But the old monk couldn't see through the Taoist who was carrying a sword and his eyes were still calm.
For people like him, if he can't see through it, he can't see through it. Since he can't see through it, he will naturally die.
He died under that Taoist's sword, with such a calm look in his eyes. What kind of sword should the Taoist's sword behind him be? "Amitabha!"
"Donor, the old monk is atonement for the crime of murder."
"As a disciple of the Buddha, I should have attained Bodhi, but how could I have imagined that the bones all over the ground were all caused by this little monk."
"The young monk is bound here, accompanying himself with the bones on this ground, just for redemption. The young monk's life is not long, but he never imagined that the Buddha would take pity on him, and the young monk would actually see the light of day again."
A smile appeared on the old monk's face, but in the eyes of Ning Que, who was holding a bow and arrow, this smile was somewhat terrifying.
Mo Shanshan listened to the old monk's approval, but the vigilance in her expression had not dissipated. Inside the Demon Sect's mountain gate, the old monk tied himself to atone for his sins. Such a scene had never appeared in the Demon Sect's story that the teacher told her.
Then who is this old monk who bound himself here to make atonement? Ning Que looked at the old monk with an indifferent expression and asked, "Do you recognize my junior uncle?"
The old monk was at a loss for a long time before he said, "Your little uncle?"
"It turned out that the little monk was wrong. Ke Haoran is your little uncle, so you should be the master's disciple, but your cultivation base is weaker."
"The second floor of the academy, the temple on Taoshan, and Xiao Wang's disciples, but I can't see through you, sir!"
As everyone knows, there are two world-famous Talisman Masters in the world, one is Master Yan Se from Tang Kingdom, and the other is Wang Shusheng from Dahe Kingdom.
But in the mouth of the old monk, Wang Shusheng, the world-renowned talisman teacher, has become a little king.
Chen Xuan walked up to them, gave a slight salute, and said: "This is to respect the great monk who seeks the way, not the demon who is imprisoned here today. Today, the great monk is gradually entering the realm of the way of the devil, with a devil's heart. It's perfect."
"Those bewitching words, naturally there is no need to say any more, what do you think, great monk?"
On the stone flat.
The old monk stood up and returned the greeting: "It turns out that he is a Taoist sect, and he has the style of true cultivation of ancient Taoist sects. If he hides in the mountains and practices hard, he may reach a pure state and transcend here in the future."
"Jump out of the Three Realms, not in the Five Elements!"
"Why do you need to come to this world, suffer this sinking, come to this world, how can you leave? How can you leave?"
"Even a true Taoist cultivator is at a loss. The bones on the ground are my fate, and they will also be your fate."
There was a lot of excitement in the old monk's expression. He saw the Tao in this Taoist, and saw the Tao that had troubled him for a long time. With the cultivation of Tao, Buddha, and demons, few people in the world could surpass him.
This Taoist true cultivator will eventually embark on such a path, who can escape it? Chen Xuan looked at the old monk with a restless expression and said: "If it jumps out of the Three Realms and is not in the Five Elements, it already belongs to the Middle Vehicle."
"Monk, you and I both know that I am here, so I don't dare to come out. It's still early. Why don't you tell the story of why you are here?"
"I prefer to listen to stories, just like the great monk likes to make up stories!"
Behind Chen Xuan, eight-sided Han swords flew out and hung on the stone platform of the main hall of the Demon Sect Mountain Gate.
Standing upside down, with the sword pointing straight at the old monk's heavenly spirit! The old monk raised his head with difficulty, glanced at the sword, and exclaimed, "Good sword! Such a sharp sword!"
"The academy disciple, can you put down your bow and arrow, isn't it tiring to hold it like this?"
"Your arrow can kill Zhiming, but it may not be able to kill me, but this sword is different. With one strike, all eternity will die."
After Ning Que heard this, he still didn't put down the Yuan Thirteen Arrow in his hand. He didn't believe in that sword, nor that person. He always only believed in himself.
The old monk saw that Ning Que was still holding the bow, so he didn't think too much, and quietly told: "That should be a very long story, sir, are you sure you want to listen to the little monk?"
Chen Xuan's face was still calm, but the Eight-faced Han Sword was getting closer to the old monk's heavenly spirit.
The old monk, who had few hairs on his scalp, felt the sword pointed directly at him, and said calmly: "In the early summer of that year, one of the aristocratic families in the Song Dynasty gave birth to a son, and the pond was full of water lilies, which bloomed overnight."
"The head of that family named this child Liansheng."
"There is a lotus in the west that falls gracefully into the world, and it grows 32 petals, each of which is different, and each belongs to a world."
"I am here at Shiping to atone for my sins, because all these sins were born because of me!"
"The Demon Sect was destroyed because of me. I was the protector of the Buddhist Sect's mountain gate and the ruling priest of the temple. I almost became the second highest priest of the Demon Sect after the suzerain."
"I have so many identities that I have forgotten who I really am."
"Fairy, old ghost, mangy dog, I am a human being, and I got rid of the Demon Sect. Crazy Ke trapped me with my favorite cage. He didn't kill me, or he didn't bother to kill me."
"You should be grateful to this Taoist. If it weren't for this Taoist's sword, neither Master's disciples, nor the priests of the temple, nor the disciples of Xiao Wang, would be able to stop me."
"The temple is filthy, why should the little girl go deep into it?"
This is destined to be a long story, but everyone present is listening to the old monk telling this story.
When a man is about to die, his words are also good!
(End of this chapter)