In front of Wang Luoxuan was the not-so-large Buddhist hall, and in the pavilion in front of the Buddhist hall was a big bell hanging, and the surrounding ground was full of paper windmills and swords. Wang Luoxuan checked the swords carefully, but what was strange was that none of those swords were Japanese weapons, but all of them were weapons from China. This strange phenomenon made Wang Luoxuan frown.
The wind blew, all the windmills spun, and the bells hanging outside the Buddhist hall also shook with that crisp sound.
Wang Luoxuan looked into the distance and saw that white cloud...
"This is the top of the mountain..."
Wang Luoxuan squeezed the other shore around his waist and walked to the front of the Buddhist hall step by step. As soon as he entered the temple, Wang Luoxuan smelled a rotten smell.
In the middle of the Buddhist hall, a monk in a robe sat on the ground, and the rancid smell originated from the monk. It was obviously a Buddhist hall, but there was no Buddha statue in it. Even the monk enshrined it was just a strange painting and a piece of dead wood.
In the painting, a white dragon wrapped around the sky pavilion, spewing clouds and mist, lifelike. But the strange piece of dead wood under the painting went through the floor and went deep into the ground. Wang Luoxuan approached and saw that there were many scales on the dead wood.
"Are you here..."
The monk whose body had been badly decomposed suddenly spoke, and both Wang Luoxuan and Wu Yan were startled.
"Are you a man or a ghost?" Wu Yan hid behind Wang Luoxuan. The monk's body was already badly decomposed, and there were many poisonous insects roaming in his rotting corpse. It is reasonable to say that such a person should be a dead man, but The other party spoke.
"I'm just a person who suffers from immortality...A stranger...Are you here to pursue immortality?" The monk slowly turned around, looking at Wang Luoxuan in front of him and asked.
"Do you know where I come from?"
"You do not belong to this land, just like the noble white dragon..."
"White Dragon?"
"The white dragon wounded from the west... was buried in this mountain after he died...obviously...so noble...I am already immortal...but already dead...why do you die if you don't die...why?" the monk muttered Muttered to himself.
When Wang Luoxuan heard the words of the monk in front of him, he realized that the white dragon that the guy said may be the one Yu Yuanlin had been pursuing, and the west...the west of Japan is China...
"So, who are you?"
"I am the abbot of this Foguang Temple... But it should be called the Immortal Temple now..."
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"You are the abbot!" Wu Yan exclaimed. Because the monk had been badly decayed, Wu Yan did not recognize his identity at all. Even if the monk in front of him fell to the ground, people would only think it was a suffering man. Poisonous insects gnaw on a severely decomposed corpse, and will not be considered a living person.
"How did you become the way you are now?" Wang Luoxuan couldn't believe that a person who became like this could actually be alive.
"This is... the punishment brought by not dying... It is also the punishment brought by the white dragon and the Buddha... unable to die... Enduring the pain of ten thousand insects piercing and decaying... filthy mortal things, After all, I can’t get rid of the noble immortality... I am the first immortal here... and I am also the first to deviate from the Buddha... This is more serious than breaking any precepts... I am afraid that the Buddha will never forgive me... The sea of bitterness is boundless..."
"What the is this immortality?"
"Immortality... that is the sorcery to achieve immortality for myself with the lives of others... I know the secret here after becoming the abbot... I long for immortality... But the extraordinary flesh and blood of the white dragon is hard to bear... So I went The Celestial Dynasty brought some Gu worms and learned the method of raising Gu... I raised those Gu worms with living human flesh and blood... After becoming an adult, let them eat the white dragon flesh and blood... Then integrate into themselves... Establish symbiosis to achieve immortality... ...But this is not true immortality, the body will rot and decay... That kind of pain will gradually torture the undead... It is only those Gu worms who truly achieve immortality..."
"So people often disappear around here." Wang Luoxuan thought of entering the inner courtyard of the undead temple, and the mummy that he saw at the door. The internal organs and flesh and blood of those corpses were all eaten up. It seems that the dead were all before their lives. Food for those Gu worms.
"I told them...I regret it...but they are too eager to die...just like me, they turned away from the Buddha...and imprisoned me here...want to die, but they couldn't die anymore. Up..."
"Is the white dragon dead?" Wang Luoxuan looked at the thing that was deep into the ground like dead wood, and that was the so-called white dragon's corpse.
"Immortality... It is clearly a noble immortal thing, but it has already died... What is the meaning of this immortality... I have become so filthy... Because of that immortality..."
"Immortality is something that many people are pursuing, but how many people lose their lives for it. In the end, they get immortality, but it is nothing but torture that is ten thousand times more uncomfortable than living. He has cultivated a lifetime of good fruits, but in the end he deviated from the Buddha. After falling into the evil way, not only did all his previous efforts have been abandoned, but he also carried the exhausting evil results." Wu Yan really felt sorry for the abbot in front of him. He could have cultivated a righteous fruit after death, but he would suffer such torture.
"Flowers bloom and fall... This is the rule of this world... The body of a mortal... After all, it is impossible to violate the rules of this world..."
"I have one more thing to ask you, this white dragon is dead, so what else can I do to get Dragon Tears?" Wang Luoxuan asked the undead monk in front of him. The purpose of his trip was to save Yu Yuanying. For the undead sorcery, taking Dragon Tears is obviously safer.
"The noble white dragon sleeps here... death is not dead... people who wish to meet the white dragon will definitely endure the wrath of the white dragon... foreigners, just shake the bell of the animation..."
Hearing the monk's words, Wang Luoxuan walked to the white dragon spitting fog, reached out his hand and picked up the drawn rattle, and then closed his eyes...
"Ding~ding~"
Wang Luoxuan shook the bell, and the crisp bell rang, followed by three thick bells...
"boom!!!"
A gust of wind hit, and the sound of lightning and thunder came from around...
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