Chapter 233: No killing monk

"You finally got dressed."
"The clothes are really weird. There is a weird feeling. Do people in your place wear such clothes?"
"Well, okay! It's time to wake that guy." Wang Luoxuan walked to Wu Yan and patted Wu Yan's body.
"Wake up! Wake up!"
"Ah... you are all up... so early..."
"Fart early! It's time to get up! We should enter the Immortal Temple too!"
The closed gate of the temple was filled with dense swords. Many people wanted to step into the gate of the temple, but they all paid the price of their lives.
Wang Luoxuan came to the gate of the temple, pressed his hands in front of the gate, and slowly pushed the heavy gate open...
The sound of the heavy temple door being pushed open echoed in the courtyard of the temple. Wang Luoxuan thought that a bunch of enemies rushed out, but his eyes were empty, only the maple trees beside it were still floating and falling...
There is a thick layer of fallen leaves on the ground under my feet, which is left by no one cleaning all the year round...
"This is the outer courtyard of the Undead Temple. The person you are looking for is also in this outer courtyard. Come with me!"
Wu Yan walked ahead and led the way, while Wang Luoxuan and Yu Yuanlin followed Wu Yan, and after crossing a flight of steps, Wu Yan stopped in front of a well that had dried up.
"He's right below."
Wu Yan grabbed the rope next to the well and slid down a little bit. When Wu Yan reached the bottom of the well, Wang Luoxuan also slid down.
Take out the soul-attracting lamp from the system backpack to illuminate everything around him. In the light of the soul-attracting lamp, Wang Luoxuan also saw a hole in front of him, and he needed to bend to get in.
Yu Yuanlin slid down the rope. After everyone reached the bottom of the well, Wang Luoxuan and Yu Yuanlin also followed Wu Yan into the cave.
The hole in the well was very narrow, and it was already very reluctant to let a person pass. After walking in this narrow hole for a few minutes, the faint candlelight appeared.
Climbing out of the hole, Wang Luoxuan came to an underground space the size of a basketball court, and a person in front of him was sitting on the ground, and there was a Buddha statue in front of him, but it was strange that nothing was visible on the Buddha’s face. Compassion, but a look of anger.
There are many weapons in this hole, but those weapons are all broken weapons...
"Master without killing."
"Wu Yan is still back, but you didn't come back for yourself, right."
"Master, it seems you know all about it."
"I know his purpose. Go out! I'll talk to him."
"Yes, master."
"Hello, what are you doing?"
"Go out!"
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Wu Yan pulled Yu Yuanlin out, and there were only Wang Luoxuan and the old monk sitting cross-legged...
"I'm here to let you build a weapon for me!"
"Building weapons... When I was young, I built weapons for many people. My proud work was a knife made of the profound iron from the outside world... That knife is called karma. I handed over the knife. A swordsman, but then that swordsman used that knife to kill too many innocent people, and eventually that person was also transformed into a ghost of Shura. In the end, the sword sage Shangquan Jianxin killed Shura, and the sword belonged to him. All. In order to make up for the mistakes I had made, I not only stopped building any weapons, but also took back all weapons except karma and destroyed them. I came to this temple to become a monk and hide in the well to repent."
"But this is the fault of the knife holder. What does it have to do with you?"
"Everything has a cause and effect. I created a murder weapon for him, and it is also a cause that I planted. The death of those lives is also related to me. So I confessed in front of the Buddha, but the Buddha in front of me is always angry. ."
"It's not that the Buddha is unwilling to forgive you, but that you are unwilling to let yourself go." Wang Luoxuan could see that this guy has been living in the shadow of the past.
"You want me to build a murderous knife! Then please go back! I won't build a weapon for anyone."
"Then I tell you that Shura is still alive? I am looking for you to build a weapon that can kill Shura?" Wang Luoxuan smiled faintly, having the ability to let this old monk build a weapon for himself that transcends karma.
"Shura is still alive? Impossible, Shura is already dead, it is impossible to be alive."
"is it?"
Wang Luoxuan grabbed a broken knife next to him and activated the skill Shura Karma Fire. The flames of that Shura wound around the broken knife...
"You! You are Shura!!!"
The old monk's face changed drastically, this kind of aura can't be wrong, that kind of flame is Shura's karma!
"I am not Shura, but I killed a person who inherited part of Shura's power, and this power has also been transferred to me. If Shura is really dead, this power should have disappeared, so that means Shura. Did not die. To be honest, I came from the heavens, on the order of the master, I met with the sword sage Shangquan Jianxin, and worked together to kill Shura. Of course, I also need a weapon that can kill Shura. This is also for you. The atonement has been made!"
"Anyone who bears the power of Shura will fall into Shura once he is killed. I can promise you to build weapons for you, but you must promise me one thing."
"Say it!"
"Don't cause unreasonable killing. I hope that what I create is a knife for killing ghosts, not a knife for killing people."
"I promise you!" Wang Luoxuan intends to promise the old monk first, to trick the knife into his hand before speaking.
"I still have a piece of the mysterious iron that was used to create karma, and I also have the materials here. But it is a pity that there is still a material missing when karma is created, otherwise the karma will be truly supreme. This is a peerless magic weapon. But that kind of material should be impossible for mortals to obtain!" The Wusha monk sighed, this is also a regret he once had!
"Then what kind of material is that?" Wang Luoxuan felt a little regretful, but what kind of material was difficult for this master.
"The flowers bloom for a thousand years, and the flowers fall for a thousand years. They are on the banks of the river, bright red flowers! Only those who have been to the kingdom of the dead and reach the river can get them!"
"Bi'an flower! God helps me too!" When Wang Luoxuan heard this material, he laughed, unfortunately he had been to Styx by himself.
Taking out his own notes, Wang Luoxuan turned to the Demon City, and on that page there were two other flowers, one was brought by Wang Luoxuan and the other was brought by Liu Mengxie.
Wang Luoxuan took a flower from the other shore and handed it to the monk without killing...
"This...really is a flower on the other side! You...you have actually crossed the Styx!" Monk Wusha looked at Wang Luoxuan with an incredulous expression. In his opinion, the person who has been to the Styx and who can still come over is no longer It's not an exaggeration to call a mortal a ghost.
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