My Legend Still Exists in the Cultivation World

On the square, Jingwu's eyes moved, and the original turbidity was gradually replaced by Qingming.

He slowly raised his head, and there was no Huiyuan in sight, and even the Dream Demon disappeared without a trace, only Kong Miaozheng smiled at him.

Is he out of his heart? Jingwu didn't know. His body seemed to be lighter, but his heart was still in pain.

Jingwu folded her hands and gave a gift to Kong Miao, "Thank you for your guidance."

Kong Miao smiled: "You should not thank me, but Jing donor wakes you up."

Jing Wu instantly understood that the "Master" came from the ancestor of Han Yunzong, and he thanked him for his salute.

Jing Yue only smiled and couldn't make too much nonsense when pretending.

The matter of Jingwu was explained clearly, and everyone did not know what to say, and the scene was silent for a moment. But a new question followed. When did Kong Miao know the existence of the dream monster? Why didn't we solve it sooner and later, we should suspend ourselves to cause today's chaos?

Kong Miao seems to have guessed everyone's thoughts, and slowly conveyed the situation.

"Hui Yuan's remains were burned by the sky fire, and Jue Yuan found black spots on his relics. It turned out that before Hui Yuan's death, a ray of demon's temperament was applied to himself for warning purposes ..."

At that time, Jue Yuan told Kong Miao about this, Kong Miao thoroughly investigated it, and finally discovered the abnormality of Jing Wu.

In fact, the monster is hiding well, but he occasionally exudes a little demon when he controls Jingwu's body. If he doesn't pay attention to Jingwu, he won't be able to detect the subtle changes.

Now that Jingwu is locked, Kongmiao quickly understands the purpose of the dream monster. The other party uses the convenience of Jingwu to guard the demon tower, colludes with the demon king of the snake tribe in the tower, and has a connection with the emperor by secret method.

Kong Miao learned that the Snake Emperor was fighting the demon tower, but he was seated in the Sanjie Temple. The Snake Emperor did not dare to act rashly for the time being.

But he calculated that his life was about to run out, and he was worried that these monsters would turn skyward after he sat down. Even if he wakes up at this moment, there will be someone else to control, and then the Sanjie Temple will be defenseless.

Therefore, Kong Miao decided to take the plan into account and use the fake death to catch the snake emperor and give him a heavy blow, eliminate the hidden dangers, and severely deter the demons.

However, it is difficult to conceal the snake emperor from ordinary fake death. Kong Miao borrowed the secret method to completely sleep the soul. Only when the fire fell could he wake up.

"But I didn't expect that the corpse door would come in for a hand. Historically, the war between the monsters and the evil spirits both set aside internal fights to fight against the monsters. I do n’t know if this time the blood corpse old demon is a coincidence, or the magic road and the monster Tribes have collusion? "

The empty question is also everyone's worry. If it is the latter, the threat is very great.

In the past few years, the corpse gate went to Han Yunzong to provoke. Afterwards, Han Yunzong paid a payment to the extreme northern continent, and only found dozens of latent demon repairs, most of them were in the corpse. After that time, the gate of the corpse hid back to hide in Shuxi Island, and the rest of the continents did not hear the news of the demon repair, and gradually relaxed their vigilance.

Could it be that the magic gate is playing a big game?

"The disciples are willing to make a trip to Shuxizhou to find out about the ghost Fuzong."

The speaker was Jing Wu, and many people looked at him in surprise.

Everyone knows that Ghost Fuzong is the head of the magic gate, and their attitude can indeed represent the entire magic path. But Shu Xizhou is full of demon repairs, and the realization of this trip is very dangerous.

Kong Miao also stunned, "Jing Wu, you ..."

Jing Wu's expression was calm, but his eyes were firm. "The disciple Buddha's heart is impure, he cultivates his demon, so that it causes a great calamity, and now he repents late."

He closed his eyes, and the image of Hui Yuan falling in a pool of blood reappeared in his mind.

"You ... are Masters."

"I'm."

"I ... I know." Huiyuan tried to hold her mouth, the smile was not good, and even a little scary in the light and shadow, "I ... Master is the most ... Merciful, Dream Demon ... Don't think ..."

"Huiyuan! Huiyuan!"

Jing Wu wanted to help his disciples and to convey Huiyuan's buddha power, but his hand only passed through Huiyuan's fading body.

"Master ..."

"I am." Tears shed in Jing Wu's eyes, he had never been so weak.

"May you ... the great road ... no more, no hindrance ... degree, ... become, become Buddha ..."

The last word fell, Hui Yuan disappeared completely, and Jing Wu also eliminated the influence of the dream monster, and woke up from the mysterious state.

But he knew that he would never be able to survive himself and was no longer qualified to become a Buddha.

"The life and death of the disciples are no longer mine, but belong to Huiyuan, and belong to the same path that I was implicated in."

Jing Wu knelt down on the ground, took off the hanging beads, held her hands over her head, and threw three heads together.

"The disciples went west into the hinterland of the demon path, and did not seek to sacrifice their powers, but only to be able to save one side. If they do not exhaust the world's demons, the disciples will not save themselves."

As soon as he said this, even Jing Yue could not help but move.

If you want to get positive results in the Buddhist gate, you must save yourself. But Jing Wu ’s big wish was to spend all the magic of the world before saving himself, but how could the magic be exhausted all at once? In other words, Jingwu has actually given up "becoming Buddha."

For a moment, needles fell on the square.

Until the wind blew, sighed away.

——

That night, Ducheng suddenly flashed and thundered, and it rained heavily.

In a mortuary of Sanjie Temple, Lan Feng was trying to close the window with short wings. It was wet all over, and it turned out to be a chicken.

When it finally closed the window, he was so tired that he sat on the case and panted, and Yu Guang opened his eyes when he saw that the original injury was treated by Yun Gong.

Lan Feng slumped back in guilty conscience, hurriedly got up from the case, rushed to Jing Yue's side, rubbing against his thigh, "Jing Jing, are you hurt? I am worried The wind and rain outside have bothered you, and even the windows have closed for you. "

Jing Yue glanced at it obliquely, "Don't think that coquettishly please, I will forget your behavior of running away today."

The action of Lan Feng's feathers froze and pitifully stirred his wings. "You, you know, I'm a disabled phoenix. Not only can't help you, but I can also affect you as a pig teammate."

Jing Yue raised her eyebrows. What does it mean to say that you can also affect me?

"For example, let's say, what if the old blood corpse catches the puppet and threatens you?"

The more Lan Feng said, the more she felt reasonable, and Zhenzhen said verbally, "You will be very distressed if you hurt me so much. I don't want you to be distressed!"

Jing Yue sneered, "Why should I be in trouble? I've caught you a little clean."

When Lan Feng stagnate, he said dryly: "You, you say you will lose me!"

"Oh."

Lan Feng saw Jing Yue's look indifferent, and finally anxious, tears fell out suddenly, grabbing Jing Yue and sobbing, "I'm wrong, don't stop Jing Jing."

Jing Yue's heart was funny. Where would he really be angry with this little thing and Lan Feng? I just could n’t help but tease him when he saw that it was clear and futile, and pretended that nothing had happened, but Lan Feng cried, and Jing Yue let it go, patted his thigh, "Come up."

Lan Feng did not hesitate to fly to Jing Yue's legs, jumping non-stop.

Jing Yue: "What do you do?"

Lan Feng: "Do it yourself."

Jing Yue :? ? ?

Reason told him not to inquire. Jing Yueshen touched Lan Feng's head. "When everyone is afraid, it is not wrong for you to escape today. If you encounter danger later, you must protect yourself."

Lan Feng crooked her head in puzzlement, and Jing Yue didn't explain.

Anyway, is Jingjing not angry? Lan Feng breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly heard a knock on the door, which scared him into a shock.

The person who came is Wei Tianli, who is Xifu Xiuwei. He is naturally not afraid of heavy rain. Even if it comes from rain, his body is very dry.

Lan Feng stared at him jealously, and then heard Wei Tian leave: "Is the ancestor okay?"

Jing Yue: "A little injury, don't worry."

Of course, Wei Tianli knows that Jing Yue ’s injury can be recovered as long as he works his mind a little bit. He came for another thing. “The ancestor had long guessed that the Master Kongkong was a fake death?”

"Yes."

When the monks in the square recited the scriptures in an empty and wonderful way, Jing Yue felt that something was wrong, but before he thought about it, something happened to the demon tower, which made him ignore the strangeness.

Until the sky fire came down, Jing Yue finally reacted. He and Cao Miaoben had a causal relationship. If Kong Miao really sat down, he should feel something.

Wei Tianli: "No wonder you don't let us chase the old blood corpse."

After clearing the doubts in his heart, Wei Tianli said indignantly: "The old blood corpse dare to shoot at you today, mostly trying to catch you to threaten me! Now that he is seriously injured, he must not escape, I have told all the people in Zhongzhou Disciple, hunt down the old blood corpse! "

Jing Yue: "You don't have to worry too much about this matter. The demon head offended Kuang Miao today, and the Sanjie Temple will not let him go."

Wei Tian took a swift comprehension and asked, "It's near the day when Jiutian Academy opened the mountain. Should the ancestors rush to Lecheng in advance?"

Jing Yue groaned for a moment, and said, "I want to stay in the Three Realms Temple for the time being, and use the Bodhi in the temple to take photos of the heart wall, maybe I can have a chance to build a foundation."

Wei Tianli froze and repeated in amazement: "Bodhi shines on the heart wall?"

When Jingyue nodded, he hesitated, "It's a forbidden area in the Three Realms Temple, and it's never open to outsiders."

According to legend, the Bodhi Zhaoxin wall was transformed by the leaves of a Bodhi tree planted by the Buddha himself, which can reflect the past life, the future, the heart, and the nature. Those who have a chance can sense a ray of Buddha's energy left by the ancestors through it, and it was here that they realized the Nan Wu Buddhist mantra.

The outside world has many speculations and longings for Bodhi Tsao, but never heard of anyone being allowed to look at it.

But since the ancestors had this thought, how could they, as disciples, not worry about the ancestors?

Wei Tian centrifuged across the road and said, "Today's matter, I am ashamed of the Sanjie Temple. Tomorrow I will go to discuss with the abbot of Jueyuan and see what he says."

Jing Yue: "You don't need to worry about this."

Wei Tianli was misunderstood for a moment, and he hurriedly said, "Old ancestor, why do you need to speak to him in your capacity?"

Jing Yue smiled and said, "You forgot? I have an old man in the temple."

Suddenly he turned to look at the door with a smile in his eyes. "Look, here he is."

At the next moment, a monk said outside the door: "Jesus King, please let us know."

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———

Head of Wei: How can an ancestor call another master? Is my generation short again? An ancestor of Ye knows it ’s not good enough?

Jing Yue comforted me: I was talking about the master, the little master, and the little elder, which meant that he had realized wrong.

———

Jingjing: Can the wings close the windows?

叽叽: I am the wings of the beast!

Many years later, Jing Jing knew the real meaning of "do it yourself" in a small circle, and couldn't help but hang him.