Save me, save me...
The ethereal, cold cry for help echoed in my ears, like a call from hell.
Xu Qi'an's current cultivation and vision are not afraid, but he just feels that this cry for help is beyond the terror.
At the same time, the call for help reminded him of what he heard when he was in Sangbo, which was the same request for help from Shenshu.
But the two voices are not the same.
Save me, save me...
The sound of help was heard constantly, lingering in my ears, but in fact the sound was directly transmitted into my mind, similar to voice transmission, and did not really make a sound.
After walking around the Bodhi Mother Tree for half a circle, Xu Qian locked somewhere behind the tree, where the vines like curtains hung down, blocking the thick trunk.
He stretched out his claws, pushed apart the thick vines, saw the main trunk of the Bodhi tree, and also saw a face printed on the main trunk, and it was obvious that it was an old man.
The facial features of this face are generally similar to those of the old monk Taling, and the details are slightly different.
The Pagoda hanging above Xu Qi'an's head buzzed, and then the old monk Taling shouted in his ears:
Owner……
The old face on the main trunk looked dull, like an ordinary carving, murmuring and repeating murmurs:
Save me, save me...
It’s really a Bodhisattva of Faji, how could he be here?
It must be related to this super player in Alanta. What happened back then... Xu Qi'an stretched out his claws, pressed Faji's face, and sensed it.
Only a wisp of residual soul is left.
His words were said to the old monk Taling.
The old monk Taling could not leave the Pagoda of the Buddha, but as his current owner, Xu Qi'an could sense its sadness.
Is there any way you can do it?Xu Qi'an asked.
Although he practiced the Heart Gu, the Heart Gu was just a branch of the soul field. Faced with the current situation, he could not provide ideas and ideas.
After a while, the old monk Taling initially stabilized his emotions and replied in a voice-over:
I can use the "Great Wisdom Dharma Image" to temporarily restore his mind. Whether he can repair his soul in the future needs the help of extraordinary people in the Taoist sect.
But even if the soul is repaired, most of the memory will not be restored.
Because of the current situation of Faji Bodhisattva, most of the souls have been destroyed.Even if it is repaired, it is different from before, and it is equivalent to a newcomer with some memories of the past.
Hopefully he can still retain some of his memories... Xu Qi'an nodded:
Let's get started!
The pagoda of Futu shook golden light, and a magical image of sitting cross-legged on the top of the tower, holding flowers with both hands, and behind the head was a colorful and gorgeous wheel of light.
The light wheel rotates forward for the first time.
It was like a rainbow that turned into a long bridge, leading to the Bodhisattva Faji in the main trunk, letting him bathe in the light of wisdom.
The dull face of Bodhisattva Faji became agile with the naked eye, and his dispersed gaze gradually regained his charm.
He first noticed the hairless bear in front of him, and then looked at the Pagoda floating in the air.
It's you...
Where am I? Why are you here? Aren't you sealing Shenshu's remnants in Leizhou...
Out of instinctive, Bodhisattva Faji asked these two questions.
Owner!The voice of the Buddha Pagoda became excited again, with a slight trembling:
You have been missing for more than three hundred years. In these years, Buddhism has not been found everywhere. It turns out that you are here.
Where is this?Bodhisattva Faji asked again.
Taling replied in a low voice:
This is the Zen Forest, the Buddha's retreat, and you are in the Bodhi Tree, with only a wisp of soul left.
Bodhisattva Faji was stunned and murmured:
Zen forest, in the Bodhi tree... Zen forest, in the Bodhi tree...
He murmured to himself over and over again, giving people the feeling of being dead walking corpse, who needs someone to wake up.
Xu Qi'an asked with the situation:
Bodhisattva Faji, do you still remember what you encountered?
The Faji Bodhisattva's face twisted, and his voice became sharp and shrill:
Buddha is Shenshu, and Shenshu is Buddha.
It was He who ate me, it was He who ate me...
Why did the Buddha eat you?Xu Qi'an hurriedly asked.
Bodhisattva Faji did not answer, and shouted in a mad and shrill manner:
He is not the Buddha, He is not the Buddha.
Xu Qian didn't know what the old monk Taling felt, but he could clearly feel his goosebumps were slightly raised.
Who is He?Xu Qian asked loudly.
The cry of Bodhisattva Faji slowly stopped, and the face raised on the surface of the tree trunk became dull again, and the murmur sounded:
Save me, save me...
The voice of the old monk Taling came from the tower, with sadness and loneliness:
The time has come, I can only do this.I was worried that he would pull out his soul and send it to the tower to warm up.
While speaking, the gate of Linglong Tower was open, and a stream of light was thrown out, turning into a broken bronze mirror in Xu Qi'an's palm.
Bear claw held the Huntian Divine Mirror and looked at the Bodhisattva Faji.
The face carved on the main trunk was pulled out bit by bit. In this process, Xu Qian instinctively spread his thinking and used his brain.
Buddha is Shenshu, which is the same information as the information I received before... There are so many Bodhisattvas in Buddhism, why do Buddhas want to eat Dharma and help Bodhisattvas?Is He not the Buddha, is it because Bodhisattva Faji discovered this secret, or is there another reason?
Who would it be if the superb in Alanda is not the Buddha?Oh no, Shen Shu entered the Demon Suppressing Stream...
……
Alanta, the main peak.
The Bodhisattva of Gala Tree awakened his consciousness from entering into meditation and opened his eyes. The first action was to pinch the seal of the Ming King, and then he could scan the surroundings with confidence.
In the eyes of this Bodhisattva, at this moment, everything is full of Buddha nature. Even a tree, a stone, or an inch of land has deep Buddha nature and emits a faint Buddha light.
This is caused by the Dharma image of the Great Sun Reincarnation. Where the Buddha's light shines is the Buddha's kingdom.
As he woke up, Asulu, who was so close to him, also woke up. The traitor jumped and quickly opened the distance without saying a word.
The Gala Tree did not pursue and maintained a pinching posture. He had not seen where Xu Qi'an was, nor did he know whether Shen Shu was staring at him.
God is gone!
At this time, he heard Liuli's pleasant and ethereal voice, but lacking emotion.
Only then did the Gala Shu withdraw from the Dharma image of the Unmoved King, his face turned cold and majestic, and he stood up and slowly glanced behind him.
In his sight, there was a charred human figure, maintaining a forward posture. Judging from the Zhenguo sword held by the charred corpse, it was Xu Qi'an.
No breath of life, dead?
Gala Shu retracted her gaze and noticed that Liuli and Guangxian's eyes were not on Xu Qi'an, but on somewhere. It was a row of huge footprints, pitch black and oily. It was imagined that the master was walking forward with the scorching pain.
The footprints disappeared deep in Alanda.
Shenshu went to the Demon Storm to find his head.
Gala Shu's heart moved and did not miss this opportunity. His legs muscles swelled and burst out with strong power, ejecting towards Xu Qi'an.
The Bodhisattva of Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed
Crack!
A metal turntable rose above the head of Bodhisattva Guangxian, which represents the Sanskrit word "human" lights up, and the skull character at the core of the turntable faces Xu Qi'an.
Those who escaped will not care about the time being. They must first work together to deal with the most threatening first-grade martial artist, and then go to the Demon Sword Stream to deal with Shen Shu.
……
Demon-suppressing Stream.
The headless Shenshu dispersed his Dharma image, came to the bottom of the abyss, and stood at the entrance of the cave.
Shenshu's body surface was covered with charred black, and gradually condensed with a thin layer of ice shell.
The temperature of the Demon Storm is extremely low. When a mortal is in it, if you breathe, your lungs will be frostbite.
It is terrible here, and there is not even a monk, as if it is a hell of extreme cold.
Shen Shu did not hesitate and raised his foot into the cave.
His steps were firm, neither fast nor slow. Soon, he heard darkness stretching out and a long breathing sound.
A gust of cold wind blew over my face, like the breath of a giant dragon.
Shen Shu raised his finger and ignited the gas machine. The flames rushed up, dispelling the darkness and illuminating the surroundings.
He saw the scene around him, which was a creepy picture.
The stone walls of the cave are tender red flesh and blood, covered with blood vessels, and are undulating rhythmically, as if the heart is beating.
In front of Shenshu, a head was inlaid on the flesh and blood wall.
This is a typical Shura appearance, with a square face, a high nose, neither thick nor thin lips, and a raised eyebrow bone without eyebrows, which looks extremely heroic.
I think it is also a rare beauty among the Shura tribe.
The sound of breathing is made by this head, which sneaks into the flesh and blood and grows into the flesh and blood. To be precise, the sound of breathing is made by this huge monster.
You are here!
The head opened his eyes and looked at Shen Shu coldly and ruthlessly.
You shouldn't have come!
The head opened again, the voice was low and sighed.
The two voices in front and back had obvious emotional fluctuations, and it seemed that they did not come from one person.
The sound of opening the back continued:
It has been five hundred years since He has been waiting for this day.
Then, the head said coldly:
Ready to return to my body.
Then he sneered:
return?It is the suppression of eternal life.Five hundred years have passed, and you have accumulated enough strength.
The previous voice said coldly:
You have no choice.
Shenshu's body said angrily:
Shut up!I will take it away today, no one can keep it.
He strode over, hugged the head embedded in the flesh wall with both hands, and pulled it hard.
The flesh wall was immediately pulled and deformed, but the head was still firmly embedded in it. With the magical power of the gods, it did not pull it out.
drink!
The navel cracked and let out a loud shout. The muscles around the body exploded instantly, and the qi rushed in the meridians, filling the surging power.
With all his strength, the head embedded in the flesh and blood was pulled out bit by bit and broke away from the flesh wall.
At this moment, the surrounding stone walls suddenly came alive, wriggling violently, and the stone shells fell. After peeling off the stone shells, they were still tender red flesh and blood.
The entire cave seemed to be inside some huge creature.
The flesh wall contracted wildly, and tentacles extended out, wrapping towards Shenshu.
The ethereal, cold cry for help echoed in my ears, like a call from hell.
Xu Qi'an's current cultivation and vision are not afraid, but he just feels that this cry for help is beyond the terror.
At the same time, the call for help reminded him of what he heard when he was in Sangbo, which was the same request for help from Shenshu.
But the two voices are not the same.
Save me, save me...
The sound of help was heard constantly, lingering in my ears, but in fact the sound was directly transmitted into my mind, similar to voice transmission, and did not really make a sound.
After walking around the Bodhi Mother Tree for half a circle, Xu Qian locked somewhere behind the tree, where the vines like curtains hung down, blocking the thick trunk.
He stretched out his claws, pushed apart the thick vines, saw the main trunk of the Bodhi tree, and also saw a face printed on the main trunk, and it was obvious that it was an old man.
The facial features of this face are generally similar to those of the old monk Taling, and the details are slightly different.
The Pagoda hanging above Xu Qi'an's head buzzed, and then the old monk Taling shouted in his ears:
Owner……
The old face on the main trunk looked dull, like an ordinary carving, murmuring and repeating murmurs:
Save me, save me...
It’s really a Bodhisattva of Faji, how could he be here?
It must be related to this super player in Alanta. What happened back then... Xu Qi'an stretched out his claws, pressed Faji's face, and sensed it.
Only a wisp of residual soul is left.
His words were said to the old monk Taling.
The old monk Taling could not leave the Pagoda of the Buddha, but as his current owner, Xu Qi'an could sense its sadness.
Is there any way you can do it?Xu Qi'an asked.
Although he practiced the Heart Gu, the Heart Gu was just a branch of the soul field. Faced with the current situation, he could not provide ideas and ideas.
After a while, the old monk Taling initially stabilized his emotions and replied in a voice-over:
I can use the "Great Wisdom Dharma Image" to temporarily restore his mind. Whether he can repair his soul in the future needs the help of extraordinary people in the Taoist sect.
But even if the soul is repaired, most of the memory will not be restored.
Because of the current situation of Faji Bodhisattva, most of the souls have been destroyed.Even if it is repaired, it is different from before, and it is equivalent to a newcomer with some memories of the past.
Hopefully he can still retain some of his memories... Xu Qi'an nodded:
Let's get started!
The pagoda of Futu shook golden light, and a magical image of sitting cross-legged on the top of the tower, holding flowers with both hands, and behind the head was a colorful and gorgeous wheel of light.
The light wheel rotates forward for the first time.
It was like a rainbow that turned into a long bridge, leading to the Bodhisattva Faji in the main trunk, letting him bathe in the light of wisdom.
The dull face of Bodhisattva Faji became agile with the naked eye, and his dispersed gaze gradually regained his charm.
He first noticed the hairless bear in front of him, and then looked at the Pagoda floating in the air.
It's you...
Where am I? Why are you here? Aren't you sealing Shenshu's remnants in Leizhou...
Out of instinctive, Bodhisattva Faji asked these two questions.
Owner!The voice of the Buddha Pagoda became excited again, with a slight trembling:
You have been missing for more than three hundred years. In these years, Buddhism has not been found everywhere. It turns out that you are here.
Where is this?Bodhisattva Faji asked again.
Taling replied in a low voice:
This is the Zen Forest, the Buddha's retreat, and you are in the Bodhi Tree, with only a wisp of soul left.
Bodhisattva Faji was stunned and murmured:
Zen forest, in the Bodhi tree... Zen forest, in the Bodhi tree...
He murmured to himself over and over again, giving people the feeling of being dead walking corpse, who needs someone to wake up.
Xu Qi'an asked with the situation:
Bodhisattva Faji, do you still remember what you encountered?
The Faji Bodhisattva's face twisted, and his voice became sharp and shrill:
Buddha is Shenshu, and Shenshu is Buddha.
It was He who ate me, it was He who ate me...
Why did the Buddha eat you?Xu Qi'an hurriedly asked.
Bodhisattva Faji did not answer, and shouted in a mad and shrill manner:
He is not the Buddha, He is not the Buddha.
Xu Qian didn't know what the old monk Taling felt, but he could clearly feel his goosebumps were slightly raised.
Who is He?Xu Qian asked loudly.
The cry of Bodhisattva Faji slowly stopped, and the face raised on the surface of the tree trunk became dull again, and the murmur sounded:
Save me, save me...
The voice of the old monk Taling came from the tower, with sadness and loneliness:
The time has come, I can only do this.I was worried that he would pull out his soul and send it to the tower to warm up.
While speaking, the gate of Linglong Tower was open, and a stream of light was thrown out, turning into a broken bronze mirror in Xu Qi'an's palm.
Bear claw held the Huntian Divine Mirror and looked at the Bodhisattva Faji.
The face carved on the main trunk was pulled out bit by bit. In this process, Xu Qian instinctively spread his thinking and used his brain.
Buddha is Shenshu, which is the same information as the information I received before... There are so many Bodhisattvas in Buddhism, why do Buddhas want to eat Dharma and help Bodhisattvas?Is He not the Buddha, is it because Bodhisattva Faji discovered this secret, or is there another reason?
Who would it be if the superb in Alanda is not the Buddha?Oh no, Shen Shu entered the Demon Suppressing Stream...
……
Alanta, the main peak.
The Bodhisattva of Gala Tree awakened his consciousness from entering into meditation and opened his eyes. The first action was to pinch the seal of the Ming King, and then he could scan the surroundings with confidence.
In the eyes of this Bodhisattva, at this moment, everything is full of Buddha nature. Even a tree, a stone, or an inch of land has deep Buddha nature and emits a faint Buddha light.
This is caused by the Dharma image of the Great Sun Reincarnation. Where the Buddha's light shines is the Buddha's kingdom.
As he woke up, Asulu, who was so close to him, also woke up. The traitor jumped and quickly opened the distance without saying a word.
The Gala Tree did not pursue and maintained a pinching posture. He had not seen where Xu Qi'an was, nor did he know whether Shen Shu was staring at him.
God is gone!
At this time, he heard Liuli's pleasant and ethereal voice, but lacking emotion.
Only then did the Gala Shu withdraw from the Dharma image of the Unmoved King, his face turned cold and majestic, and he stood up and slowly glanced behind him.
In his sight, there was a charred human figure, maintaining a forward posture. Judging from the Zhenguo sword held by the charred corpse, it was Xu Qi'an.
No breath of life, dead?
Gala Shu retracted her gaze and noticed that Liuli and Guangxian's eyes were not on Xu Qi'an, but on somewhere. It was a row of huge footprints, pitch black and oily. It was imagined that the master was walking forward with the scorching pain.
The footprints disappeared deep in Alanda.
Shenshu went to the Demon Storm to find his head.
Gala Shu's heart moved and did not miss this opportunity. His legs muscles swelled and burst out with strong power, ejecting towards Xu Qi'an.
The Bodhisattva of Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed Glazed
Crack!
A metal turntable rose above the head of Bodhisattva Guangxian, which represents the Sanskrit word "human" lights up, and the skull character at the core of the turntable faces Xu Qi'an.
Those who escaped will not care about the time being. They must first work together to deal with the most threatening first-grade martial artist, and then go to the Demon Sword Stream to deal with Shen Shu.
……
Demon-suppressing Stream.
The headless Shenshu dispersed his Dharma image, came to the bottom of the abyss, and stood at the entrance of the cave.
Shenshu's body surface was covered with charred black, and gradually condensed with a thin layer of ice shell.
The temperature of the Demon Storm is extremely low. When a mortal is in it, if you breathe, your lungs will be frostbite.
It is terrible here, and there is not even a monk, as if it is a hell of extreme cold.
Shen Shu did not hesitate and raised his foot into the cave.
His steps were firm, neither fast nor slow. Soon, he heard darkness stretching out and a long breathing sound.
A gust of cold wind blew over my face, like the breath of a giant dragon.
Shen Shu raised his finger and ignited the gas machine. The flames rushed up, dispelling the darkness and illuminating the surroundings.
He saw the scene around him, which was a creepy picture.
The stone walls of the cave are tender red flesh and blood, covered with blood vessels, and are undulating rhythmically, as if the heart is beating.
In front of Shenshu, a head was inlaid on the flesh and blood wall.
This is a typical Shura appearance, with a square face, a high nose, neither thick nor thin lips, and a raised eyebrow bone without eyebrows, which looks extremely heroic.
I think it is also a rare beauty among the Shura tribe.
The sound of breathing is made by this head, which sneaks into the flesh and blood and grows into the flesh and blood. To be precise, the sound of breathing is made by this huge monster.
You are here!
The head opened his eyes and looked at Shen Shu coldly and ruthlessly.
You shouldn't have come!
The head opened again, the voice was low and sighed.
The two voices in front and back had obvious emotional fluctuations, and it seemed that they did not come from one person.
The sound of opening the back continued:
It has been five hundred years since He has been waiting for this day.
Then, the head said coldly:
Ready to return to my body.
Then he sneered:
return?It is the suppression of eternal life.Five hundred years have passed, and you have accumulated enough strength.
The previous voice said coldly:
You have no choice.
Shenshu's body said angrily:
Shut up!I will take it away today, no one can keep it.
He strode over, hugged the head embedded in the flesh wall with both hands, and pulled it hard.
The flesh wall was immediately pulled and deformed, but the head was still firmly embedded in it. With the magical power of the gods, it did not pull it out.
drink!
The navel cracked and let out a loud shout. The muscles around the body exploded instantly, and the qi rushed in the meridians, filling the surging power.
With all his strength, the head embedded in the flesh and blood was pulled out bit by bit and broke away from the flesh wall.
At this moment, the surrounding stone walls suddenly came alive, wriggling violently, and the stone shells fell. After peeling off the stone shells, they were still tender red flesh and blood.
The entire cave seemed to be inside some huge creature.
The flesh wall contracted wildly, and tentacles extended out, wrapping towards Shenshu.
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