Chapter 25: The Surprise of the Buddhist Temple

The surrounding candlelight is getting more and more uneasy, like an irritable child.

Under the reflection of the yellow fire, Master Tianlian's face became paler and paler, which made Chen Rufeng and Han Ling feel unright, but they were embarrassed to interrupt his words.

"The Secret of the Reverse Demon Heart is really mysterious and has the essence of the two families of Buddha and demons. I just read a few pages and can't extricate myself. According to the above skills, my Buddhist cultivation will definitely reach a higher level. How seductive it is!" Master Tianlian's tone suddenly became louder, clear and loud, and his face became ruddy, as if suddenly full of vitality.

"However, although the meditation in "The Secret against the Devil's Heart" is extremely deep, the evil practice of its demon family is also quite outrageous. At that time, I thought that only if I didn't touch the bottom line of ethics, it would be okay if I only practiced that part of the Buddha's skills, and those demons' skills could be ignored. That's how I thought of it at that time.

Chen Rufeng and Han Ling looked in surprise, and Master Tianlian's face gradually became energetic and high-spirited, which was completely different from the previous weak and old appearance.

Master Tianlian continued: "However, while I was practicing the Buddhist skills in the Anti-Demon Heart Tips, I inevitably came into contact with the magic skills of the demon family. At that time, I secretly hid here to practice, which was this Zen room. I told the outside world that I was going to retreat for a few months. In fact, I was studying the Secret of the Devil's Heart.

"However, I don't know that a magic has slowly grown in my heart, but I don't notice it. All I know is that my Buddha's skills have advanced rapidly every day, and no one can compete with me in the Moro Temple for a while. Tianlian's eyes were bright, and he seemed to return to the previous unruly days and recall them carefully.

"However, one day, this book "The Devil's Secret" brought me the biggest change in my life." Tianlian's eyes showed regret and lowered his head, as if he was scolding himself fiercely in his heart.

"That night, a younger brother came to argue with me about a Buddhist theory. The younger brother was a radical person. As he spoke, he started to fight with me."

"I have no choice but to defend myself. However, the magic that secretly bred in my heart raised my head at that moment and made my body out of control. Speaking of this, Tianlian looked up at the sky, and the color of pain overflowed the surface, as if begging God to forgive him.

Chen Rufeng and Han Ling looked at him nervously. Both of them were sweating on their foreheads. In this cold weather, it can be imagined.

"I... I killed the younger brother by mistake." After saying this, Tianlian suddenly lowered her head as if she was thundered, and the divine light on her face showed signs of fading again and became old again.

"In the end, the previous abbot, that is also my mentor, in order not to damage the reputation of the Mora Temple, said that the death of the disciple was the most prosperous demon sect at that time. At the same time, he used the supreme Dharma to seal the magic in my body and barely saved my position as abbot." Tianlian's voice gradually lowered again.

"At the same time, in order to punish me, my teacher ordered me not to speak for the rest of my life as a mute monk, and asked me to remember this lesson forever. "The Secret of the Devil's Heart" has also been sealed again." Tianlian's wrinkled eyelids shrugged down again, and his paleness rose again on his face, and all his brilliance was deprived.

In the Zen room, there was a long silence left, only three sighs of pity, one by one, and one by one.

Alas.

Alas.

Alas!

The last word is very light, giving people a sense of etherealness, like the speaker, saying this word with all his last strength.

There is a long silence, and no one has the desire to speak.

"So, why didn't you destroy the "Reverse Devil's Secret" earlier? Isn't that worry-free?" Chen Rufeng asked doubtfully.

No one answered him.

Han Ling frowned and thought.

Master Tianlian hung his head lifelessly as if he had fallen asleep.

Chen Rufeng looked at each other awkwardly.

Han Ling raised his head and looked at Master Tianlian.

Master Tianlian slept soundly.

It sinks so much that there is almost no breathing sound.

Han Ling and Chen Rufeng looked at each other, and both of them felt a little ominous in their hearts. Han Ling took a step forward and stared at Master Tianlian. Slowly and unbelievablely stretched out his hand and put it in front of his nostrils.

There is no breath!

Han Ling's eyes are full of incredible.

"Master Tianlian... passed away." Han Ling said to Chen Rufeng in a heavy tone. Chen Rufeng took a step back, looked at Master Tianlian's thin body without life characteristics, and shook his head in disbelief.

"How could this happen? Did Master Tianlian call us to explain his last words? However, you shouldn't tell us if you want to give your last words? Chen Rufeng couldn't figure it out for a moment. Han Ling closed his eyes and lowered his head. He didn't know whether he was mourning Master Tianlian or thinking about something else.

"Brother!" A sharp cry came from behind the two. Tiansong quickly ran, pushed them away, knelt down in front of Tianlian's stiff body, burst into tears, grabbed his waist with both hands, and shook violently, as if Tianlian would wake up as long as he shook hard enough.

"Master Tiansong, please be sorry for the change." Han Ling said in a low voice, but Tiansong suddenly turned around, stared at the two of them fiercely, and said, "It's you... it's you who killed your brother!"

Chen Rufeng looked stunned and didn't know why Tian Song said this. Seeing his expression that he hated to fry the two people, he vaguely felt that there was something hidden in this matter.

Han Ling's eyes suddenly became alert. Tian Song shouted violently, the golden light of the Buddha beads on his neck, holding the beads in his hand, and throwing them at Han Ling and Chen Rufeng. The Buddha beads were like bursts of angry flying stones, and mercilessly bumped into them.

Han Ling stepped forward, pushed his palm forward, and suddenly turned into a fist, and then turned into a single finger, pointing straight to the Buddha beads. When the Buddha beads were about to touch Han Ling's fingertips, if they were hit hard and flew back, Tiansong quickly stretched out his hand and caught the Buddha beads flying back. His face was cold and he said angrily, "You guys wait and see! I guarantee that you can't get out of Mora Temple!" After that, Tiansong's figure was like electricity and suddenly left the Zen room.

"What should I do now? There is a big misunderstanding..." Chen Rufeng asked Han Ling anxiously. Han Ling's face was as calm as before and looked at Master Tianlian's body.

"Go! We have been tricked!" Han Ling suddenly realized that he pulled up Chen Rufeng and ran back.

Through the short darkness, the two came out of the black hole in the Buddhist hall again.

The four giant Buddhas are just like old, but they have added a few meanings of killing today.

The wide road, which was originally crowded with people, is now empty and empty, which makes people feel cold.

Han Ling and Chen Rufeng looked at the road in front of them, which seemed flat and wide, but in fact they were full of layers of invisible thorns.

However, this road is the only way to get out of the Mora Temple.

"It seems that we are going to kill the Mora Temple today." Han Ling suddenly smiled at the corners of his mouth, which seemed to be an expectation.

On the contrary, Chen Rufeng looked at him in fear, looked at the terrible quiet road in front of him, and felt that millions of dark arrows were facing him and ready to go.

"Just try not to hurt others, and don't worry about the rest." Han Ling whispered to Chen Rufeng that he took the lead in walking to the road, and every step was full of unparalleled confidence.

Chen Rufeng quickly followed closely.

The boundary between the Avenue and the Buddha Hall fell behind the feet.

Behind him, the four giant Buddhas stared at the two coldly and looked at the silent world.

The overwhelming shouts came to my ears.

Countless monks held long sticks in their hands and swarmed out of the Zen rooms on both sides. They all had angry faces and bronze muscles in their upper bodies. It seemed that they were all extraordinary people in martial arts.

And who is coming towards them, not Tiansong?

Tiansong's face is full of fierceness, like a ruthless executioner, and he is not like a monk who usually practice Buddhism and meditation.

For a while, the monks of Mora Temple have surrounded them.

"So, Master Tiansong is not going to let us go?" Han Ling asked loudly, without any fear. Instead, Tiansong was slightly shocked and then regained his fierce color.

"Do you have a reason to leave if you killed our abbot?" Tiansong replied loudly, which aroused the anger of the monks around him. The long sticks in the hands of the monks were held tighter and were always ready to attack.

"It's ridiculous! Have you ever seen us kill Master Tianlian? Han Ling seemed to hear a very funny joke. He laughed a few times. On the contrary, Chen Rufeng looked at the dialogue between the two people with a tense look, and at the same time, he secretly condensed his true spirit to deal with the conflict that might break out at any time.

"Only the two of you and your brother were in the same Zen room, but your brother died for no reason. Who else can you be?" Tian Song scolded angrily, and Han Ling's face was not panicked, talking and laughing generously, and he was not afraid at all.

"Master Tianlian is sitting naturally. Why do you want to spit people and force the cause of Master Tianlian's death on the two of us? What's your intention?" Han Ling hit back, so angry that Tian Song blushed and shouted, "There are a lot of nonsense! Anyway, you want to leave here today!"

Han Ling was full of smile and strode forward. All the monks instinctively narrowed the encirclement.

"I'm thinking that if we leave, no one can stop us." Han Ling said recklessly, his figure moved, flew in the air, and rushed straight to the gate of Mora Temple.

"Hear him!" Tiansong said angrily. For a moment, the monk jumped into the air one by one, and the shadows of sticks were all over the sky, dazzling people's eyes. Han Ling's eyes tightened, and his hands condensed their true strength. He patted the void on both sides in a row. The huge wave-like energy swept through the air, like two air palms in the air to the intercepted people to both sides.

Chen Rufeng accompanied by the green shadow, followed closely, facing the fierceness of the stick shadow behind him, he also had to gather his fists, put his back to Han Ling, break through the strength of those fierce beast-like fangs, and magicalized out the protective fist shadows at lightning speed, making them want to drill into the seams. The air spur is inorganic.

In this way, Han Ling is in the front and Chen Rufeng is in the back. He has been dealing with the strong stick of the monks. Unconsciously, the gate of Mora Temple is close in front of him.

Seeing that the two were about to escape from the Mora Temple, Tiansong shouted loudly, took off the hanging Buddha beads, rose up, and rushed to the two figures in front and behind.