Chapter 715
2021-04-12
Chapter 715 Wait and see
In a bright and boundless pure land!
Several scorching suns hung in the sky, shining in all directions, without the slightest scorching sensation.
If you look carefully, in each round of the Great Sun, there is a majestic figure sitting cross-legged.
These figures, either in the shape of a twisted flower or with their heads on the knees, all have solemn appearances, which make people feel the heart of worship.
On the ground, countless empty temples were left by predecessors.
Guangming Jingshe has a small population, which has been passed down from generation to generation and has never been able to grow.
At this moment, ignorance is cultivating in the monastery, surrounded by dust, like a jumping elf.
Suddenly, he felt a move in his heart, walked down to the ground barefoot, and walked quickly through the monasteries.
“Master, Disciple asks for more!”
Wuming stopped in front of a temple and bowed respectfully.
“What are you asking for?”
Wuming replied respectfully, “Disciple came in for cultivation, feel ill at ease, something big seems to have happened?”
Jing There was silence in the house for a moment, and then replied, “Yes, something did happen.”
“I release the door, there will be another holy monk soon, and it is related to you!”
None After hearing this, Ming was moved, “Can Master make it clear?”
“You already have the answer in your heart, why ask me, go!”
A golden light flew out, pulling Wuming out. After a few steps, when he reacted, he had already returned to his home vigil.
Wuming looked down, and there was an extra mirror in his arms.
The scene presented in the mirror light seems to be the moment when Yuantong defeated the monk Jialan and faced a choice.
“so that’s how it is!”
A smile appeared at the corner of Wuming’s mouth, the seeds planted in the capital finally came to harvest.
Sangjialan and Yuantong, no matter who becomes a holy monk, they all owe him the cause and effect, and they will be used by the Bright Temple in the future.
At this time, Yuantong had already killed Sengjialan and was at the moment of war between heaven and man.
“Interesting, interesting!”
Wuming quietly looked at Yuantong, waiting for the other party’s answer!
……
Somewhere in Taoism Celestial Grotto, a daoist of several parties, is surrounding a board of black and white chess pieces.
The two of them are experts in this way, and this time they were evenly matched, and they were evenly matched.
The bystanders pointed their fingers, seven years have passed, and this game of chess is not over yet.
Suddenly, the player holding the white piece shook his wrist, and the pieces caught in his fingertips fell, colliding with the chessboard with a crisp sound, breaking up the good situation.
“You are!”
The daoist holding Baizi looked solemn, “I’m about to make a divination on a whim!”
Other daoists, this I thought he was cheating, but seeing his expression didn’t seem like a fake.
After a while, the daoist pinched his fingers to finish the calculation and exhaled.
“Shizun will have another holy monk!”
“What?”
The minds of the daoists are no longer in the chess game, Start guessing.
“Who is it?”
“The Southwest Golden Cymbal Monk, a natural wonder, is known for good fortune, is the most likely!”
“Danyang Stone Buddha Mountain , there must be a chance among a bunch of ascetic old monks!”
“And…”
For a while, there were various disputes, all staring at the daoist who was divination.
The daoist’s fingers are flying, and he begins to swipe from side to side, trying to fortune up his status.
After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes, golden light shot in all directions, and pierced the chessboard below with the stone seat.
“Not good, Shimen bald donkey interferes, don’t let me call that person out!”
“It’s Guangming Jingshe!”
A crowd of daoists They gasped, this is not good, if those madmen grow again, who else can stop them?
“Um…”
The daoist suddenly discovered that the results of the divination had changed again.
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Outside Jiangkou County!
The struggle on Yuantong’s face disappeared in a flash, and there were countless confrontations in his heart. The world outside only passed for a moment.
In that instant, he made a decision.
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Yuantong put his hands together, facing the place where the monk Jialan disappeared, and said respectfully.
“This is the way chosen by King Ming, not the way of this poor monk!”
“How can I eat the defeated tooth wisdom?”
He has already Make up your mind, suddenly put away the imposing manner, and interrupt the rising imposing manner.
In an instant, it was as if a 10,000-ton ship stopped in the middle of the river, and it was like a train suddenly braked.
between Heaven and Earth A sigh sounded, as if someone was mourning.
Yuantong felt a loss in his heart. After all, he knew that only if he could be promoted to a daoist, he could initially control his own destiny.
But, as he just said, this is the way of Sangjalan, not the way of Yuantong.
Once Yuantong chooses to be promoted by Six Paths Great Accomplishment, it will become a full monk Jialan in disguise, and will become a Heart Demon in the future.
Therefore, Yuantong gave up short-sighted interests and chose a long-term future.
“I refuse!”
After saying this, Yuantong felt relaxed all over his body, except for the cold sweat, he expelled a lot of filth and distracting thoughts.
crash-bang!
The sound of the sky cracking sounded overhead. It turned out that the hell in Eguchi County had broken open.
Yuantong and Sangjialan decide the winner and loser, and their obsession with maintaining hell suddenly dissipates.
The four-faced generals and the others, like tigers out of their cages, rushed towards the center of the battlefield.
In the blink of an eye, they encountered a few guards of King Ming on the periphery, and they immediately asked, “How is King Ming?” Putting his hands together, he committed suicide on the spot.
The four generals, with a strange and strange mind, rushed forward in a hurry.
Everywhere we passed, there were guards who committed suicide everywhere, their bodies overlapping into hills.
“What’s the matter?”
Most people have guessed the truth, but no one dares to say it!
All the loyal guards of King Ming can commit suicide, there is only one explanation for this behavior, burial!
In other words, King Ming has fallen!
“No, it’s impossible!”
The four great generals entered the battlefield first, adding to the lonely silhouette of Yuantong.
“That’s right, he is the bald donkey brought by Mu Lian, that’s him!”
The hearts of the generals were cold, and only Yuantong was seen, but the whereabouts of King Ming were unknown.
“Exorcise the evil!”
Yuantong looked indifferent, looking at the generals coming one after another, and folded his hands.
Next moment, Heaven and Earth rotate in front of everyone, Heaven and Earth blend together, turning into a huge vortex, sucking them all into it.
“This is a trick that Mu Lian used!”
Everyone just got out of trouble, and at a glance, they can see that Yuantong’s method has several points of similarity.
However, how can the hell Mu Lian use be compared with the Six Paths of Reincarnation of the Great Accomplishment Realm?
The comparison of the two side by side is like a trivial matter.
In the blink of an eye, the generals of the four-faced gods, along with the senior officials of the Ming Wang army, were all involved in the cycle of reincarnation.
Yuantong closed the palm of his hand, and the bustling battlefield returned to peace again.
If outsiders were to know that, with just one person, he was able to wipe out all the high-level officials of King Ming’s army, who were feared by the world, and it would surely shock the world.
A few days later, the white clothed Buddhist soldiers could not wait for their generals.
Thunderous Roar came from the sky, declaring that they had killed countless people and committed many evils, and now they are punished.
The first evil has been punished, let them go and do it for themselves in the future.
Most people believed it, because from that day on, no one had seen the high-level leaders such as Sengjialan.
Without this group of backbones, the huge white clothed Buddhist soldiers turned into scattered sand in a blink of an eye.
The red-headed thief who regrouped, returned in a swirl of dust more than ten days later, and defeated the white clothed Buddhist soldiers with one blow.
Although there are still a few remnants of soldiers who survived, but without the soul of the Sangha, there is no more power of the Ming Wangjun, and it will gradually disappear in the future.
(end of this chapter)