Chapter 186:

The right eye's tears fell red and blue, but the left eye was as indifferent as the cold moon projection.
The monk raised his hand and gently wiped off a tear on his cheek. He stood up again, lit a fragrance in front of the Buddha, and folded his hands in worship.
Then he turned around, took off the hanging beads on his chest, and began to recite a scripture that no one could understand.
Although Jing Yue didn't know the meaning of the scriptures, her mood gradually calmed down, her emotions no longer fluctuated, and her heartbeat seemed to be still.
He saw the hanging beads of the monk lit up with golden light and burst again, and the monk's robes swelled along with it, and a stream of magical gas poured in from outside the temple, all gathered to the monk's side, and then he dug into the monk in vivo.
The monk's exposed skin changed to deadly black, his eyes were completely swallowed by black, and the flesh and blood of his body was drained by unknown forces, looking like a dead body for thousands of years.
The whole hall shook, accompanied by the screams of pain from outside, a statue of a Buddha in the hall blew up the head of the Buddha, the dust was diffused, and the monk's figure was blurred.
I don't know how long, the monk completely became a skeleton with a skin, only the corners of his eyes and lips were saturated with blood-red, and he dumbly said: "One hundred thousand magical spirits, stand!"
As soon as the words fell, the monk's robe shattered instantly, and a dazzling golden light emanated from him. The golden light contained endless Buddha power, repaired his already dry body, and coated him with gold.
The roof tiles collapsed and the ground shook.
In the billowing smoke, the monk's movements became more and more rigid, and eventually completely solidified, like a golden Buddha.
The colorful beams descended, enveloping the golden Buddha, and the magnificent medicinal effusion emanated.
Between the glory of the golden Buddha, the Golden Buddha gradually faded, and eventually disappeared completely, leaving no trace of breath.
When this strange scene completely disappeared, several people slowly returned to God.
Jing Yue was still in a shocking aftertaste, sighing: "The scriptures chanted by Shizhen were originally inherited from the true Buddha at the time of epiphany?"
Qin Yanzhi: "It is very possible, otherwise it would not be possible to spend 100,000 magic in a day."
Xueming nodded, "I and I have never heard such a scripture, if I was present at the time, I would certainly have been saved."
In fact, he could not help but want to kneel and worship the truth just after listening to the scriptures. Fortunately, the power of the scriptures could not be transmitted to the space in which they were located.
Wei Zhentu looked at Lan Feng for a while with an unbelievable and admiring look, and then sighed: "Unfortunately, I still don't know what their method of death is?"
They saw everything that Shi Zhen had done, but they couldn't see what the disciples of the Buddha and Buddha had experienced, and how did they die? But they can be sure that under such power, all the magic qi in Wanfo Temple will be purified.
Lan Feng said unhappy: "This seat has said that those are trivial things, this seat only needs to know the results."
Jing Yue rubbed his hands and said, "But I haven't seen the pool of meritorious water that Master Kong Miao said? And as we just saw, Wanfo Temple should have been half-destroyed, but now ..."
Wei Zhentu: "There are two possibilities. One is that we are seeing the afterimages left here; the other is that, like the demon monks, they are illusions."
Jing Yue: "Let's go to the hall where Shizhen is located. It should be the key."
The others naturally had no opinion, and the group began to look for the main hall.
When they came to the most majestic hall of Wanfo Temple, before entering the door, Jingyue smelled a strong sandalwood fragrance.
In fact, the sandalwood fragrance has always been there, but the closer to the main hall, the stronger the smell.
Although it is normal to have incense in the Buddhist temple, Jing Yue still feels weird. "Do you guys think that the sandalwood fragrance here is too heavy?"
Xueming was a little confused, "Are you there?"
Qin Yanzhi and Wei Zhentu both nodded, the latter said: "It's really thick. Didn't Master Xiaoming smell it?"
Xue Ming glanced quickly at Wei Zhentu, and then hurriedly bowed his head, whispering: "The little monk didn't smell it, and the little monk is not a master, don't call it that."
Wei Zhentu saw his shyness tickling and teased him, "how do you call that? Little monk?"
He deliberately dragged the word "little monk" to the elder, sounding particularly ambiguous, Xueming's face turned red, "You can just call and call the little monk."
Wei Zhentu smirked. Rarely, Xue Ming was willing to ignore him. I wanted to say a few more words, but I couldn't help thinking about their situation.
Several people walked to the gate of the hall together, Jing Yue took a deep breath and pushed open the gate of the hall.
As the wooden door squeaked, a beam of light shone into the gloomy hall. There were flying dust in the light. Like a firefly, the Buddha statue in the hall was cut into several pieces by the sun.
But all four stopped, and they saw a monk sitting in front of a Buddha statue, dressed in white, with a beautiful face, and a lotus on his lap.
"Release the truth?" Jing Yue froze, and the monk in front of him was exactly the same as the truth he had just seen.
At this moment, the monk in white raised his eyes and smiled slightly at him.
At that moment, Jing Yue heard the sound of Scriptures, coming from all directions, getting heavier and louder, it seemed to penetrate into his eardrum, let him give birth to a kind of want to stay away from the earth, and just sleep feel.
But the next moment, I saw a silver and white sword flashing, "Xuanzhen" was cut in half from the head down.
With the disappearance of "Zhenzhen", Qin Yanzhi also recovered Taiqing.
Jing Yue woke up to God, seeing Qin Yan giving her hand so decisively, and asked, "Have you heard the scripture?"
Qin Yan nodded, and Wei Zhentu behind him rubbed his eyebrows, his face was unsightly.
Wei Zhentu Xiu is far inferior to Jingyue and Qin Yanzhi, and is naturally the most affected. There is almost an illusion that the soul is separated from the body. Among them, Xue Ming had the weakest strength. Wei Zhentu wanted to ask the other party if he was unwell, but suddenly he stopped.
"What are you laughing at?" He saw Xueming's lips slightly bent, and gave a weird smile.
But after he questioned, Xue Ming smiled and said blankly: "I'm not smiling."
Wei Zhentu: "..."
Jing Yue and Qin Yanzhi glanced at each other, and then fell together on Xue Ming, their eyes full of skeptical examination.
Xueming was uneasy, and shrugged, "What, what?"
Jing Yue didn't answer immediately, and looked at Xue Ming for a while, then smiled comfortably, "It's all right."
He looked around for a week, noticed the incense burning in front of the Buddha statue, and moved slowly forward.
Just when Jing Yue was approaching that column incense, suddenly a warning sign appeared, and there seemed to be a thick palm wind behind her.
Just listen to Wei Zhentu shouting: "Little wine!"
Jing Yue avoided, and a large hole was blown out where he was standing. Yu Guang saw Xue Ming's hands stretched out, and Qin Yanzhi and Wei Zhentu both rushed up.
"All right?" Qin Yanzhi asked Jing Yue while trying to control Xue Ming.
Jing Yue: "It's all right."
He looked at Xue Ming, who was fighting with Qin Yan's support, and was shocked. Obviously, Xue Ming was influenced by the scriptures, but the other party was Jin Dan Xiuwei, how could he have such strength?
"Presumptuous, actually dare to sneak in Jingjing!" Lan Feng came out of Jingyue's arms and choked his wings, "I help you get revenge!"
Jing Yue quickly stopped Lan Feng, worried that he didn't make a serious shot, and really hurt Xueming. "Don't, Yan Zhi can do it."
Lan Feng observed the situation at this time, and hummed, "The hooligan is also useful at this time! It is Jingjing's security only!"
Jing Yue didn't understand what "security" meant, but he only had to appease Lan Feng.
He saw that Xue Ming was gradually weak, but Qin Yanzhi was faintly prevailing, and he was slightly relieved to focus his eyes on that incense again.
Just now, he just wanted to move that column incense, and Xueming started to attack him ...
"Click-"
Jing Yue swipes his finger and cuts the incense into two sections. At the same time, a scream rang through the hall.
I saw Xue Ming fell to the ground, hugging his body and tumbling, and the holes in his body exploded one after another, and the blood quickly wet the monk's robe.
Originally unable to get in, Wei Zhentu, who was so anxious beside him, rushed to hug Xueming, but Xueming bit his arm, Wei Zhentu moaned, but refused to let go.
"Little wine, what's wrong with you!" Wei Zhentu shouted, "Little wine! Wake up!"
Xueming turned a deaf ear, his eyes were full of violent gas, and he bit a piece of meat in Wei Zhentu.
His lips were stained with blood, and black gas gathered between his eyebrows, just like the evil spirit in hell, and when he saw his throat move, the piece of meat was swallowed into his stomach.
Just when Jing Yue thought he was going mad, Xue Ming twitched suddenly, his eyes rolled unreasonably, and eventually his eyes rolled and he passed out.
"Small wine?" Wei Zhentu hurriedly looked down and saw Xue Ming's breath was flat before he spit out his breath.
Wei Zhentu didn't know that Xue Ming didn't lose consciousness at the moment. He could hear what everyone around him could perceive everyone's actions, but he couldn't speak and couldn't even open his eyes.
Xueming felt that his soul had been separated from his body, fluttering and not falling.
He drifted aimlessly, not knowing how long it took before a golden Buddha statue appeared in front of him.
The statue looks familiar, and Xueming hesitated a bit: "Explain?"
Immediately, he saw a tear dripping from Golden Buddha's right eye.
A drop of tears, containing millions of red dust.
Xueming exploded in his head, and numerous broken pictures rushed to him.
He saw a handsome young man sitting on the Golden Crest Hall. The young man, dressed in a dragon robe, was obviously the emperor of the mortal world.
The emperor's eyebrows were similar to him, and he stared out of the hall.
The sunlight outside the hall was just right. A figure came slowly against the light. Although he couldn't see the other person's looks, Xueming's heartbeat had become faster. He saw the emperor stood up sharply, his eyes and brows were all joyful, softly "Is the National Teacher here?"
As the figure moved closer and closer, the outline became clearer, and finally Xueming's familiar face appeared.