The Villain’s White Lotus Halo

This scene is too treacherous, and no one can imagine that there seems to be a universe in this seemingly dusty Buddha statue for millions of years, and this monk is still alive.

Yin Biyue shook Yihujian in his hand in shock, but did not shed it.Because Luo Mingchuan was very calm, this calmness also infected him. It seems that no matter how terrible things are about to face, they will fight side by side and get out of danger.

The monk described withering, his cheeks were deeply sunken, and the fingers outside the cassock shrank into a brown ball.

Yin Biyue didn't even know he was a man or a ghost.Luo Mingchuan's pupils have changed back to his true colors, and he has taken a step forward, hiding in front of his brother.

When the monk's eyes were fully opened, there was a clear breeze blowing into the temple.

It seemed to have wiped off the dust for thousands of years, and here suddenly bright and bright.

And he sat in the soft brilliance, watching the two outsiders quietly and peacefully.

Yin Bi didn't know how to describe those eyes.It is not the indifferent eye of the gods on the high platform, nor the devil's eye in the blood of the corpse mountain.

It is compassionate and solemn, as if it can withstand all the sorrows and sufferings of the world.

This is a pair of Buddha's eyes.

It is more like a real Buddha than the statue enshrined in Xingshan Temple.

When the wind left the Buddhist hall, the wooden door that was originally pushed open was closed gently, and the stone lock was also buckled by itself.But Yin Biyue didn't realize it under the watch of the old monk.

Just listen to Luo Mingchuan's clear voice, "Broken!"

He was awake suddenly, soaking his back with cold sweat in an instant, he could not imagine how powerful his own soul was, and even bewitched by his eyes.

In the end it's still careless.

Look again, how can there be any glory and true Buddha.The Buddhist temple is still an old temple.The old monk is also a muddled old monk.

It is unimaginably powerful.

Yin Biyue also noticed that this person's cassock was wide and unsuitable, showing that it used to be not so thin.And now it is like there is something that grabs his vitality invisible.

The monk was not irritated when he was drunk and broke the law. Instead, he seemed to have a smile on his face and said slowly,

"Where did the two come from?"

He hasn't spoken for a long time, his voice rough and rough.However, the tone of voice is naturally friendly, like greeting with a familiar younger generation.

Luo Mingchuan did not relax at all and replied, "Come from the temple."

"Is it good in the temple?"

"not good."

If the other party asks about the hospitality in the temple, it is naturally bad; if it asks about the situation in the temple, the large array is damaged and the ground is collapsing, which is also not good.

The old monk laughed, as if he had gotten what he wanted, and said with relief, "Okay."

Yin Biyue and Luo Mingchuan originally speculated that this man was the predecessor of Xingshan Temple, but at the moment he reacted like an enemy of Xingshan Temple.

Luo Mingchuan asked, "I answered two questions from my senior. How dare you ask who is the senior?"

The monk said, "The poor monk watched."

His tone was indifferent, as if he had reported an ordinary law number.

Yin Biyue was on alert to wait for the answer. At this time, her pupils contracted, and she suspected that she had heard it wrong, or it was just a coincidence.Looking at the old monk in disbelief.

Even Luo Mingchuan was shocked.

But the monks did not speak, as if still waiting for their questions.

If it were not for the two who had read the classics in the college, they would never know the name.

Millions of years have passed, and even the names of Mozun and Zhenxian are forgotten by the world. Who will remember the brilliant and splendid era of all the saints, there is a saint who was born in Xingshan Temple, but did not leave the heritage?

After seeing the Master, he claimed to break the boundaries of Buddhism, martial arts, and spiritual cultivation, and there are all kinds of ways to do everything.

There was no news after the Dao Demon War, and many things were unattainable for a long time. Later generations had to speculate that he also died in that war.

Luo Mingchuan asked, "Why are the seniors here?"

He knows the identity of the person in front of him, no matter how incredible, he should call the other party'Master of Watching'.But his experience at Xingshan Temple made it difficult for him to believe in the highly respected monk.So at this time, there is no respect for the younger generation.

Yin Biyue is similar to his thoughts, and does not mean to go to courtesy.

Looking at it but not caring, I still smiled on my face, "I have been here, just you came, I want to see you."

This sentence was said to Luo Mingchuan.

Immediately, Yin Biyue's mind emerged that the protagonist jumped off the cliff and never died. After sixty years of skill was taught by seniors, the golden finger opened up to counterattack the x-point upgrade routines all over the world.

This style of painting is established everywhere, but in this world, past experience tells him that things may not be so simple.

Luo Mingchuan said, "I don't know each other."

After shaking his head, the look was a bit lonely. "Come, sit down and talk slowly. No one has spoken to me for a long time..."

The two turned around and saw the circle of chairs appearing out of thin air behind them, and they didn't even feel the slightest fluctuation of the real element.

The other party's cultivation is unfathomable, and no malice can be seen.Moreover, there are many doubts in the hearts of the two, so they came to the table as good as a stream.

"Some words are not spoken. In a few years' time, I shouldn't remember... How long has the Sky Tribulation passed?"

Luo Mingchuan replied, "More than 600,000 years."

The old monk exclaimed,

"Oh... so long. When I was outside, the world was chaotic, and it would be better if I wanted to come."

He turned to Luo Mingchuan. "The Jialan pupil technique you practiced was written when I crossed the Cangjiang River at night. The writing was in a hurry. What's wrong with your practice?"

At this time, the view is not like a saint who once swelled, but an old man who just wanted to talk to the young man about his past.

"No. Just a question. There are also monks in Xingshan Temple. Can I practice differently from them?"

Yin Biyue remembered that in the Buddhist temple of the temple, Jinghai said that Brother practiced'Tian Luo Jiuzuan.'

Looking at the Tao, "Of course different, you are orthodox, they are all left. I only wrote a book of Jialan Tongshu, and gave it to a fisherman on the river. The temple is only a copy of the book, and the truth is lost. Not even the practice method is complete."

Luo Mingchuan had already thought that perhaps the only real volume, after many twists and turns, was eventually included in the library of the academy, and was seen by himself.

But he still had doubts, but he didn't wait for him to ask, and then looked at it, "After you read it, did the book spontaneously burn to dust?"

Luo Mingchuan nodded.

"That's right, there are arrays on the real volume. If you don't read the qualifications, it will show the scraps. After you finish the qualifications, you will destroy them yourself."

"Because of the successors of my mantle, one is enough."

Yin Bi was more astonished. This magical method was amazing and unpredictable, and it could be retained for millions of years. It can be seen why the cultivation of this person is so advanced.

But how can such a person stay here for so many years?

Watching him, laughing, "Later, I know what you are thinking. I stay here...it is not voluntary, but trapped here."

As soon as this remark came out, both men's faces changed.

Who can trap a saint in the world?

Is it the deity?

After watching, "Dao Demon War, I took a group of disciples from Xingshan Temple and dragged three thousand demons, just to let Yi Lingxiao kill Mo Changyuan. Later, Mo Changyuan really died in Linyuan. Under the sword, it is a pity that Ling Xiao was also seriously injured, and Shou Yuan was almost...

These names may sound strange, but they are the names of true fairy and deity.

"The end of the war, the earth is scorched, and there is a lot of waste to be done. And my brother looked around because of the retreat and did not participate in the war. He was at the peak of his fighting strength. I was injured and I could not beat him.

"Xingshan Temple suffered heavy losses and was not enough to support the Zongmen Great Array. For the purpose of Wannian Foundation, he set up the Dragon Shield and imprisoned me here. The method of support."

Finally, he looked at Luo Mingchuan, "If it weren't for me to pass on the mantle today, seeing the formation of flaws and coming to this place, I would never have a moment to wake up again. Maybe after a few more years, the lamp will dry up, and here Sit down."

The longer Yin Bi cannot recover.

He could not imagine that his guess had come true.

The Buddha-Golden Golden Array is not maintained by spirit stones and pressed by magic soldiers, but is squeezing the vitality and cultivation of a saint.

What a terrible and cruel formation is this?

A big man who participated in the Dao and Demon wars did not die on the battlefield, but died in a trapped formation unknown to anyone.

Luo Mingchuan said, "What can we do for our predecessors? Can the formation method have a door to crack?"

Looking at it calmly, "I am the eye and the pivot, and have died together with this one. I have lived for a long time. There is no concern in the world. There is no difference between here and outside."

"I only have one last wish."

Luo Mingchuan said, "Senior, please."

After watching and laughing, it looks like the disciple's loving elders,

"The hurriedness I wrote about Galan pupil surgery inevitably neglected. I am now unable to leave the confession by the formation, you can come forward, I will pass the last layer of realm to you."

Yin Biyue felt that this was indeed a golden finger for the protagonist.The spread of a saint's merit is really a good thing that falls from the sky.

But the intuition reminded him at all times that something was wrong.

He saw Luo Mingchuan get up and walked forward, standing up involuntarily, trying to hold him.

But before his fingertips touched his sleeves, Luo Mingchuan stopped and gave him a soothing smile.

Then he looked at Tao, "The words of the predecessors are touching, but I don't believe them."

The restlessness in Yin Biyue's heart expanded rapidly.

They have just experienced siege in Xingshan Temple, and now they will encounter a person who is also imprisoned in the temple in the name of Dayi.However, there is no saint's power and frame at all, and it looks kind and kind and indifferent.

Nothing makes people doubtful.

But like this buddhist hall, no weirdness is the biggest weirdness.

The saint's words, no problem, is the biggest problem.

He asked, "Where do you not believe?"

"The sixteenth generation abbot of Xingshan Temple, Master Wang, has never been a mahayana in his life. How can he hurt you?" Luo Mingchuan paused. "It is said that the predecessors broke the barriers of spiritual cultivation, martial cultivation, and Buddhist cultivation. It’s omnipotent... Then it’s no surprise that you are familiar with the magic of the magic gate."

His outlook changed.

The old Buddhist hall became darker and darker, and the wooden fence across the light-transmitting window fell on him, and it looked dire and terrifying.He laughed loudly, with a dry and happy laugh, "Ha ha ha ha good!"

Yin Biyue was startled.

I don’t want to admit it in my heart.

This view does indeed break the barrier of magic repair.

Jialan pupil surgery is really related to'Tian Luo Nine Turns'.

He thought that Senior Brother should be the one who suffered the most. The Taoist orthodoxy that he has always insisted on was broken. How to accept his cultivation is the magic cultivation method.He hurriedly turned his head to see, but he saw Luo Mingchuan's complexion calm and unhappy.

Perhaps people will subconsciously believe in words that comfort them and believe in what he said just now, but Luo Mingchuan is too sensible and has long suspected Galan pupil surgery.

Because after he practiced, looking at other exercises, it was like a layer of barriers was broken, no matter what, he can practice smoothly, and he has never encountered any bottlenecks.

Just asked at this time, "When the seniors were at their heyday, they were almost omnipotent, why do they still have to be demons?"

Avalokitesvara echoed, like a breath of suffocation that suppressed millions of years, and even the sunken cheeks glowed with red light, suddenly excited, "Sage and True Immortal also have a day when Shou Yuan runs out, how to count as nothing What can’t be done? Daomen can only ask about the source method, and can only practice an afterlife before the Buddha. What I want is a non-death, coexistence with heaven!"

"People have good and evil, but there is no righteousness and evil. The ridiculous even the characters like Ling Xiao can't see the puzzles! I and Mo Changyuan participated in the "Tian Luo Mi Dian" and wrote "Tian Luo Nine Turns", this Jialan pupil surgery is the first turn! Who knows that I have practiced to the eighth turn, but I can’t break through again. Mo Changyuan is only one line away from the ninth turn, but died under the Linyuan sword..."

As soon as this statement came out, Yin Biyue and Luo Mingchuan changed color.

They originally thought that they were secretly enchanted, but this man colluded with the deity.From this point of view, the role he played in that war was more likely to stand on the Devil's side, and it was the true fairy spirit that seriously injured him.

Yin Biyue asked, "'Gong Fa has no righteousness and evil', the words are good, but you really haven't done evil?"

He laughed and said, "What is evil? Killing one is a crime, killing ten thousand is a hero!"

As soon as the words fell, the temple shook violently!The ancient beam trembled, and the dust rustled down.

The monk's cassock was vigorously swelled up, and beneath the sky was covered with smoke.A long golden light burst from behind him, but the edge was plated with red awns.

Amidst the rattling of bones, his figure rose suddenly.