Chapter 1639: The curse of Ten Thousand Buddhas
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After refining the monk’s Nascent Infant, Master Yimei took out a jade bottle, put the spiritual liquid into the bottle, and then picked up the storage ring dropped by the monk.
"Stupid people always find their own way."
"Well, now it's your turn, hand over the relics, or die!"
At the same time, Long Shisan's voice came again. He withdrew the big knife, and pointed the tip of the knife to the seven who had received the relic.
Hearing Long Shisan’s words, the faces of the seven cultivators all showed a touch of unwillingness, but facing the people of the three sects, at this time they no longer have the courage to resist anymore, they can only unwillingly win All the relics were taken out and handed over to the disciples of the three major sects.
Seeing the seven people handing over the relics, Long Shisan's eyes showed a satisfying look. Then he looked at Master Yimei and Master Miao Shui, and said: "Now, should we discuss these eight Is there a problem with the distribution of relics?"
As soon as his voice fell, the voice of Tianxin Buddha came over.
"Leave the question of distribution aside. What we need to care more about now is how to take out the relic from the body of the golden old man."
Hearing Tianxin Buddha's words, the expressions of Long Shisan and Miaoshui Zhenren became solemn.
They are all top-notch powerhouses. Compared to the eight relics in front of them, what they want more is the top-quality relic in the golden body old man.
But just now they saw very clearly that the body of those casual cultivators before they got close to the golden old man would burst into a cloud of blood. They might not be so easy to get the best relic in the old man's body.
"Master, look quickly, the blood on the ground has disappeared!"
At this moment, in the team of the Water Purifier Sect, a young female Xiu opened her mouth in surprise.
Everyone looked at the ground following the sound, their faces changed.
In the battle just now, many people died, and the ground was stained red with blood, but at this moment, the blood on the ground had disappeared strangely!
"It's the golden old man, he's absorbing the blood!"
Someone in the crowd said a word, and everyone looked at it quickly and saw that the only remaining golden old man on the high platform was in the hollow position of the abdomen, and the blood flowed into the old man's body from the hollow position.
Then, a scene that made everyone feel extremely horrified appeared.
I saw that the golden old man slowly opened his eyes. Strangely, his eyes were hollow and there was nothing inside.
"Amitabha, who are you and why come to disturb the peace of the poor monk."
The next moment, the old voice rang in everyone's ears.
Hearing this voice, everyone felt an inexplicable chill in their hearts, as if their souls were going to be frozen.
Seeing that the golden old man came back to life, a look of horror flashed in the eyes of the Tianxin Buddha. He took a deep breath and said: "Poor monk Lingzhou ten thousand Buddha Sect Tianxin, I have seen the master."
Two groups of golden flames suddenly ignited in the old man's hollow eyes. He glanced at the position of the Tianxin Buddha, and the two groups of golden flames in his eyes flickered violently.
"Are you from Ten Thousand Buddha Sect?" The tone of the old voice suddenly improved a lot, as if he was questioning Tianxin Buddha.
Hearing the old man's words, the Tianxin Buddha's heart trembled. Although the old man's voice could not hear the slightest sorrow and joy, he had a feeling that the old man's voice just now seemed to suppress extreme anger.
Gritting his teeth, the Tianxin Buddha admitted his identity as a disciple of the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect and asked the elder's identity.
"I am indeed a disciple of the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect, I don't know if you are senior..."
The old man suddenly smiled desolately, as if he was in a memory, and he said for a while: "Ten thousand years ago, the poor monk was born in the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect, but unfortunately, what the ten thousand Buddha Sect brings to the poor monk is not glory, but endless. Hurt."
Hearing the old man’s words, the face of the Tianxin Buddha changed drastically, and he was about to speak, but at this moment, the old man suddenly changed his gentle tone, and said abruptly, “Since you are a disciple of the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect, you should not come here. Here, anyone can come, only the people of the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect, no!"
Before the words fell, the old man suddenly burst into a strong aura, and two groups of golden light beams suddenly shot out of his eyes, attacking the Tianxin Buddha.
"This is not where you should be, get out!"
Tianxin Buddha's complexion changed drastically, and he felt the terrifying energy contained in the two golden light beams. He instantly turned the Buddha's power to the extreme and resisted it with all his strength.
boom!
The light beam collided with the attack of the Tianxin Buddha, and a loud noise broke out.
puff!
At that time, the Tianxin Buddha sprayed a mouthful of blood, and his face turned sallow as paper.
"Although the poor monk's strength is damaged at this moment, he still has one-thousandth of the strength of the peak moment. If you can take the attack of the poor monk, it makes the poor monk somewhat admired."
With one blow repelling the Tianxin Buddha, the old man's voice became calm again.
Hearing the words of the old man, Tianxin Buddha felt a shock in his heart.
One thousandth? How powerful is the peak state of the old man? Is he a real Arhat who descended from the Buddha Kingdom?
"The poor monk is dead. Anyone can remember the relics left behind, except those of the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect."
The old man's voice came again, appearing extremely determined, and there seemed to be an unquestionable momentum in his words.
There was a sense of unwillingness in the eyes of the Tianxin Buddha, and he asked: "Why, you should know that the relic is the most important thing for the Buddhists of my generation. The poor monk came to Tianzhou this time. Son Yinghui, enshrined in the Hall of Ten Thousand Buddhas forever, it will be the supreme glory."
"Temple of Ten Thousand Buddhas? Glory?" The old man shook his head and sneered. "It is indeed a glory for your monks, but it is a shame for eternal life for us ascetics."
The face of the Tianxin Buddha changed. The old man was indeed an ascetic monk, and he was an ascetic monk ten thousand years ago. No wonder he has such a strong resentment towards the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect!
Looking at the old man, the Tianxin Buddha said in a deep voice, "Senior, after all, it was a thing ten thousand years ago. Today's Ten Thousand Buddha Sect has a slightly different attitude towards ascetic monks."
"Different?" The old man shook his head, "You can't cover up the sins. You came here, probably not because you really want to welcome the relic of the poor monk, but because of the curse of the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect?"
At the end, the old man's voice was full of mockery.
Hearing the words of the old man, Tianxin Buddha's expression changed drastically, and he could no longer maintain his previous calmness. He looked at the old man in amazement, and asked with a trembling, "How do you know, who are you?"
The old man smiled sadly: "The curse of the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect was cast by the poor monk. Who do you say is the poor monk?"
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After refining the monk’s Nascent Infant, Master Yimei took out a jade bottle, put the spiritual liquid into the bottle, and then picked up the storage ring dropped by the monk.
"Stupid people always find their own way."
"Well, now it's your turn, hand over the relics, or die!"
At the same time, Long Shisan's voice came again. He withdrew the big knife, and pointed the tip of the knife to the seven who had received the relic.
Hearing Long Shisan’s words, the faces of the seven cultivators all showed a touch of unwillingness, but facing the people of the three sects, at this time they no longer have the courage to resist anymore, they can only unwillingly win All the relics were taken out and handed over to the disciples of the three major sects.
Seeing the seven people handing over the relics, Long Shisan's eyes showed a satisfying look. Then he looked at Master Yimei and Master Miao Shui, and said: "Now, should we discuss these eight Is there a problem with the distribution of relics?"
As soon as his voice fell, the voice of Tianxin Buddha came over.
"Leave the question of distribution aside. What we need to care more about now is how to take out the relic from the body of the golden old man."
Hearing Tianxin Buddha's words, the expressions of Long Shisan and Miaoshui Zhenren became solemn.
They are all top-notch powerhouses. Compared to the eight relics in front of them, what they want more is the top-quality relic in the golden body old man.
But just now they saw very clearly that the body of those casual cultivators before they got close to the golden old man would burst into a cloud of blood. They might not be so easy to get the best relic in the old man's body.
"Master, look quickly, the blood on the ground has disappeared!"
At this moment, in the team of the Water Purifier Sect, a young female Xiu opened her mouth in surprise.
Everyone looked at the ground following the sound, their faces changed.
In the battle just now, many people died, and the ground was stained red with blood, but at this moment, the blood on the ground had disappeared strangely!
"It's the golden old man, he's absorbing the blood!"
Someone in the crowd said a word, and everyone looked at it quickly and saw that the only remaining golden old man on the high platform was in the hollow position of the abdomen, and the blood flowed into the old man's body from the hollow position.
Then, a scene that made everyone feel extremely horrified appeared.
I saw that the golden old man slowly opened his eyes. Strangely, his eyes were hollow and there was nothing inside.
"Amitabha, who are you and why come to disturb the peace of the poor monk."
The next moment, the old voice rang in everyone's ears.
Hearing this voice, everyone felt an inexplicable chill in their hearts, as if their souls were going to be frozen.
Seeing that the golden old man came back to life, a look of horror flashed in the eyes of the Tianxin Buddha. He took a deep breath and said: "Poor monk Lingzhou ten thousand Buddha Sect Tianxin, I have seen the master."
Two groups of golden flames suddenly ignited in the old man's hollow eyes. He glanced at the position of the Tianxin Buddha, and the two groups of golden flames in his eyes flickered violently.
"Are you from Ten Thousand Buddha Sect?" The tone of the old voice suddenly improved a lot, as if he was questioning Tianxin Buddha.
Hearing the old man's words, the Tianxin Buddha's heart trembled. Although the old man's voice could not hear the slightest sorrow and joy, he had a feeling that the old man's voice just now seemed to suppress extreme anger.
Gritting his teeth, the Tianxin Buddha admitted his identity as a disciple of the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect and asked the elder's identity.
"I am indeed a disciple of the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect, I don't know if you are senior..."
The old man suddenly smiled desolately, as if he was in a memory, and he said for a while: "Ten thousand years ago, the poor monk was born in the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect, but unfortunately, what the ten thousand Buddha Sect brings to the poor monk is not glory, but endless. Hurt."
Hearing the old man’s words, the face of the Tianxin Buddha changed drastically, and he was about to speak, but at this moment, the old man suddenly changed his gentle tone, and said abruptly, “Since you are a disciple of the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect, you should not come here. Here, anyone can come, only the people of the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect, no!"
Before the words fell, the old man suddenly burst into a strong aura, and two groups of golden light beams suddenly shot out of his eyes, attacking the Tianxin Buddha.
"This is not where you should be, get out!"
Tianxin Buddha's complexion changed drastically, and he felt the terrifying energy contained in the two golden light beams. He instantly turned the Buddha's power to the extreme and resisted it with all his strength.
boom!
The light beam collided with the attack of the Tianxin Buddha, and a loud noise broke out.
puff!
At that time, the Tianxin Buddha sprayed a mouthful of blood, and his face turned sallow as paper.
"Although the poor monk's strength is damaged at this moment, he still has one-thousandth of the strength of the peak moment. If you can take the attack of the poor monk, it makes the poor monk somewhat admired."
With one blow repelling the Tianxin Buddha, the old man's voice became calm again.
Hearing the words of the old man, Tianxin Buddha felt a shock in his heart.
One thousandth? How powerful is the peak state of the old man? Is he a real Arhat who descended from the Buddha Kingdom?
"The poor monk is dead. Anyone can remember the relics left behind, except those of the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect."
The old man's voice came again, appearing extremely determined, and there seemed to be an unquestionable momentum in his words.
There was a sense of unwillingness in the eyes of the Tianxin Buddha, and he asked: "Why, you should know that the relic is the most important thing for the Buddhists of my generation. The poor monk came to Tianzhou this time. Son Yinghui, enshrined in the Hall of Ten Thousand Buddhas forever, it will be the supreme glory."
"Temple of Ten Thousand Buddhas? Glory?" The old man shook his head and sneered. "It is indeed a glory for your monks, but it is a shame for eternal life for us ascetics."
The face of the Tianxin Buddha changed. The old man was indeed an ascetic monk, and he was an ascetic monk ten thousand years ago. No wonder he has such a strong resentment towards the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect!
Looking at the old man, the Tianxin Buddha said in a deep voice, "Senior, after all, it was a thing ten thousand years ago. Today's Ten Thousand Buddha Sect has a slightly different attitude towards ascetic monks."
"Different?" The old man shook his head, "You can't cover up the sins. You came here, probably not because you really want to welcome the relic of the poor monk, but because of the curse of the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect?"
At the end, the old man's voice was full of mockery.
Hearing the words of the old man, Tianxin Buddha's expression changed drastically, and he could no longer maintain his previous calmness. He looked at the old man in amazement, and asked with a trembling, "How do you know, who are you?"
The old man smiled sadly: "The curse of the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect was cast by the poor monk. Who do you say is the poor monk?"
After refining the monk's Nascent Infant, Master Yimei took out a jade bottle, put the spiritual liquid into the bottle, and then picked up the storage ring dropped by the monk."Stupid people always find their own way.""Well, now it's your turn, hand over the relics, or die!"At the same time, Long Shisan's voice came again. He withdrew the big knife, and pointed the tip of the knife to the seven who had received the relic.Hearing Long Shisan's words, the faces of the seven cultivators all showed a touch of unwillingness, but facing the people of the three sects, at this time they no longer have the courage to resist anymore, they can only unwillingly win All the relics were taken out and handed over to the disciples of the three major sects.Seeing the seven people handing over the relics, Long Shisan's eyes showed a satisfying look. Then he looked at Master Yimei and Master Miao Shui, and said: "Now, should we discuss these eight Is there a problem with the distribution of relics?"As soon as his voice fell, the voice of Tianxin Buddha came over."Leave the question of distribution aside. What we need to care more about now is how to take out the relic from the body of the golden old man."Hearing Tianxin Buddha's words, the expressions of Long Shisan and Miaoshui Zhenren became solemn.They are all top-notch powerhouses. Compared to the eight relics in front of them, what they want more is the top-quality relic in the golden body old man.But just now they saw very clearly that the body of those casual cultivators before they got close to the golden old man would burst into a cloud of blood. They might not be so easy to get the best relic in the old man's body."Master, look quickly, the blood on the ground has disappeared!"At this moment, in the team of the Water Purifier Sect, a young female Xiu opened her mouth in surprise.Everyone looked at the ground following the sound, their faces changed.In the battle just now, many people died, and the ground was stained red with blood, but at this moment, the blood on the ground had disappeared strangely!"It's the golden old man, he's absorbing the blood!"Someone in the crowd said a word, and everyone looked at it quickly and saw that the only remaining golden old man on the high platform was in the hollow position of the abdomen, and the blood flowed into the old man's body from the hollow position.Then, a scene that made everyone feel extremely horrified appeared.I saw that the golden old man slowly opened his eyes. Strangely, his eyes were hollow and there was nothing inside."Amitabha, who are you and why come to disturb the peace of the poor monk."The next moment, the old voice rang in everyone's ears.Hearing this voice, everyone felt an inexplicable chill in their hearts, as if their souls were going to be frozen.Seeing that the golden old man came back to life, a look of horror flashed in the eyes of the Tianxin Buddha. He took a deep breath and said: "Poor monk Lingzhou ten thousand Buddha Sect Tianxin, I have seen the master."Two groups of golden flames suddenly ignited in the old man's hollow eyes. He glanced at the position of the Tianxin Buddha, and the two groups of golden flames in his eyes flickered violently."Are you from Ten Thousand Buddha Sect?" The tone of the old voice suddenly improved a lot, as if he was questioning Tianxin Buddha.Hearing the old man's words, the Tianxin Buddha's heart trembled. Although the old man's voice could not hear the slightest sorrow and joy, he had a feeling that the old man's voice just now seemed to suppress extreme anger.Gritting his teeth, the Tianxin Buddha admitted his identity as a disciple of the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect and asked the elder's identity."I am indeed a disciple of the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect, I don't know if you are senior..."The old man suddenly smiled desolately, as if he was in a memory, and he said for a while: "Ten thousand years ago, the poor monk was born in the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect, but unfortunately, what the ten thousand Buddha Sect brings to the poor monk is not glory, but endless. Hurt."Hearing the old man's words, the face of the Tianxin Buddha changed drastically, and he was about to speak, but at this moment, the old man suddenly changed his gentle tone, and said abruptly, Since you are a disciple of the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect, you should not come here. Here, anyone can come, only the people of the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect, no!"Before the words fell, the old man suddenly burst into a strong aura, and two groups of golden light beams suddenly shot out of his eyes, attacking the Tianxin Buddha."This is not where you should be, get out!"Tianxin Buddha's complexion changed drastically, and he felt the terrifying energy contained in the two golden light beams. He instantly turned the Buddha's power to the extreme and resisted it with all his strength.boom!The light beam collided with the attack of the Tianxin Buddha, and a loud noise broke out.puff!At that time, the Tianxin Buddha sprayed a mouthful of blood, and his face turned sallow as paper."Although the poor monk's strength is damaged at this moment, he still has one-thousandth of the strength of the peak moment. If you can take the attack of the poor monk, it makes the poor monk somewhat admired."With one blow repelling the Tianxin Buddha, the old man's voice became calm again.Hearing the words of the old man, Tianxin Buddha felt a shock in his heart.One thousandth? How powerful is the peak state of the old man? Is he a real Arhat who descended from the Buddha Kingdom?"The poor monk is dead. Anyone can remember the relics left behind, except those of the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect."The old man's voice came again, appearing extremely determined, and there seemed to be an unquestionable momentum in his words.There was a sense of unwillingness in the eyes of the Tianxin Buddha, and he asked: "Why, you should know that the relic is the most important thing for the Buddhists of my generation. The poor monk came to Tianzhou this time. Son Yinghui, enshrined in the Hall of Ten Thousand Buddhas forever, it will be the supreme glory.""Temple of Ten Thousand Buddhas? Glory?" The old man shook his head and sneered. "It is indeed a glory for your monks, but it is a shame for eternal life for us ascetics."The face of the Tianxin Buddha changed. The old man was indeed an ascetic monk, and he was an ascetic monk ten thousand years ago. No wonder he has such a strong resentment towards the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect!Looking at the old man, the Tianxin Buddha said in a deep voice, "Senior, after all, it was a thing ten thousand years ago. Today's Ten Thousand Buddha Sect has a slightly different attitude towards ascetic monks.""Different?" The old man shook his head, "You can't cover up the sins. You came here, probably not because you really want to welcome the relic of the poor monk, but because of the curse of the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect?"At the end, the old man's voice was full of mockery.Hearing the words of the old man, Tianxin Buddha's expression changed drastically, and he could no longer maintain his previous calmness. He looked at the old man in amazement, and asked with a trembling, "How do you know, who are you?"The old man smiled sadly: "The curse of the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect was cast by the poor monk. Who do you say is the poor monk?"
