Chapter 449 Relics of the Demon Monk

Zhuge didn't hesitate again and again, and nodded.

The poor monk smiled, recited the Buddha's name and said, "In this case, Xiaoyou can now walk around Qianye City and then go to the palace in the middle of the city to find the old monk."

After saying that, the poor monk suddenly became pale and then disappeared in front of Zhuge Fuliang.

"What! Is it a shadow?" Zhuge Buching was shocked and looked at the place where the poor monks disappeared. He didn't realize how the other party left at all. It should not be as simple as the remnants of high-speed movement.

"Is it an external transformation?" Zhuge Fuliang thought of the original move of the ancestors of monsters.

Qianye City is a ten-thousand-year-old ancient city, but it is still full of people. There are many practitioners coming and going, and there are also many disciples of the Great Religion Immortal Gate interspersed in it. Zhuge Bulao was careful, but fortunately he didn't see a wanted notice about himself here.

Although this place is also in the southern region, it is still far from Taiyi Xianzong.

After walking around the city, the buildings here are quite stylish. Finally, Zhuge Fuliang came to the center of the city. He looked up. High in the sky, the demon pestle emitted golden brilliance and circled over Qianye City.

In front of it is a golden palace, with a big " Swastice" golden seal suspended above the palace. It is not so much a palace as a magnificent temple.

At this time, a handsome little Shani, with fair skin and folded hands, hung a string of crystal beads on Hao's wrists, and a pair of big smart eyes looked around.

"Well... Amitabha." Zhuge Buliang walked to Xiao Shani and recited a Buddha's name.

"You... Are you the one the master is looking for? Little Shani looked up and down at Zhuge Fuliang.

"There was a poor master who asked me to come here to find him." Zhuge is not clear.

"Oh, that's right. The master asked me to pick you up. I've been waiting for half an hour. Why did you arrive?" Little Shani pouted and said dissatisfiedly.

Zhuge Buliang was about to explain, but he heard Xiao Shani say, "Okay, don't linger. The master is waiting for you. Come with me."

With that, little Shani turned around and walked towards the magnificent temple. Zhuge Buliang followed and walked into the temple. Inside, it is resplendent and magnificent. The statue of the golden Arhat and the King of the Ming Dynasty stand on both sides, which adds a little pressure.

As soon as he entered this hall, Zhuge Fuliang immediately heard Sanskrit singing around him. It seems that I have really come to a pure land of Buddhism.

"It's unbelievable that the monk's rags live in such a bold place." Zhuge Buzuo thought to himself.

In the end, little Shani took Zhuge Fuliang to a treasure hall: "The master is in it." With that, he pushed the door and walked in. He was not polite at all, as if he were entering his own room.

Pushing the door, there is another world inside, which is a valley with beautiful mountains and rivers, waterfalls and springs, and flowers competing for beauty.

In this regard, Zhuge Fuliang was not surprised. When Xiao Shani pushed the door and entered, she felt a strange fluctuation.

In a pavilion in the middle of the small valley, there stands a monk dressed in gold. The treasure is solemn, and there is a Buddha's light on his head. There is a smell of Buddha, as if a golden arhats stand there. He did not put his hands together, but put his hands on his back and looked at the scenery of the valley in front of him.

When Zhuge Fuliang saw the monk, he was surprised. Looking at his appearance, he should be the poor monk who talked to him before. But at this moment, he is radiant. Not only has his temperament changed significantly, but also his clothes and tattered monk's clothes have turned into a golden suit.

"This..." Zhuge Buliang looked dazzling.

"Friend, are you surprised?" The poor monk laughed.

Zhuge Butiang smiled bitterly and said, "Seriously, I met the master twice, but I felt completely different."

"That's natural. What Xiaoyou saw before was just a god of the old monk." The poor monk said. Suddenly, he made a Buddha seal with his hands, and the light of one gold and one black gushed out of his body.

Among them, the golden streamer turned into a monk with his hands folded and dressed in rags, which was the image of poverty that Zhuge Fuliang had seen before.

And the black ink flow has turned into a fierce spirit, a head with blue-faced fangs, exuding a fierce atmosphere all over the body, and there are even more magic clouds on the top of the head.

A Buddha full of Buddha nature and a fierce head.

These are the two major incarnations of poor monks.

"Brush!"

The two gods all disappeared, and the poor monk laughed and said, "What I talked to you before was exactly one of the incarnations of the old monk."

"Hee hee, awesome. The master's Buddhist skills are very powerful. I'm the master's personal apprentice, and now I can call out a split." The little Shani beside him said with a smile.

"Xiao Yun, you go down first. I have something to talk to this little friend." The poor waving his hand

"Oh..." Xiao Yun nodded reluctantly and left obediently.

There are only two poor monks and Zhuge Butiao in the small pavilion. But the impoverished monks didn't seem to have the intention to speak first, but just looked at Zhuge with a smile.

Helpless, Zhuge Buliang could only say first, "Master, you said before that I don't know why I have any Buddha treasures?"

The poor monk suddenly laughed and said nothing. He just had a little bit of Zhuge's chest, and the clothes on Zhuge's upper body suddenly broke. On his chest, a paper symbol was exposed, which seemed to be connected with Zhuge Buliang's flesh and blood, and the black spell appeared on it, like small snakes.

"Master, you are..."

The poor monk smiled and said, "The spell on it is used by my Buddhist family."

"Buddha's spell!" Zhuge Buliang said unexpectedly. He subconsciously thought of the black gourd with yin and yang infinite fire. Could it be the treasure of Buddhism caused by the poor monks?

The poor monk said, "It is caused by the old monk. This mantra can be traced back to at least 20,000 years ago, because the old monk has seen this kind of mantra in a Buddhist relic and heard some legends about this mantra."

Seeing that Zhuge Buliang was silent, the poor monk continued: "It should be more than 20,000 years ago, a legend appeared in Buddhism, but somehow he fell into the demon path and became a demon monk. However, his cultivation is really terrible. At the beginning, the three rumored immortals invited him to fight, but all of them were twisted by him and beat the three immortals to death. The original cultivation of this demon monk was almost the same as that of the immortal emperor.

"Immortal Emperor?" Zhuge Buriang frowned.

The poor monk said: "I have also heard the title of Immortal Emperor from some rumors. It is said that in a distant era, there was a person who cultivated the sky. He was born in chaos and raised by nature. Later, he opened up the immortal realm of Honghuang and was the master of this world."

Hearing this, Zhuge Fuliang was surprised and created the master of the fairyland. What kind of person is that? However, what surprised him more was the demon monk mentioned in the poor monk's population. He can be compared with this supreme immortal emperor, and his cultivation is probably an unparaly existence.

"Of course, the rumor is a rumor after all. None of us has seen it with our own eyes, and there is no evidence to prove that a character like the Immortal Emperor has appeared. What kind of strength did the demon monk have 20,000 years ago? No one in this era has seen it. Maybe it's just a rumor.

"There is nothing in the world." Zhuge Butang said so.

The poor monk nodded and said, "About the legend of the Immortal Emperor, it is too ethereal. However, the demon monk does exist. Before you came, you also saw the demon pestle guarding the sky over Qianye City. This Buddha treasure was left by the demon monk at the beginning.

"Oh!?" This surprised Zhuge Fuliang.

"Although the demon monk fell into the demon path, he was the first Buddhist monk in history to be both Buddhist and demonic." The poor monk said, and finally he pointed to the black spell on Zhuge's chest and said, "This kind of spell is the unique spell of the demon monk at the beginning."

Zhuge Butiang touched the paper charm connected to his flesh and blood on his chest. This paper charm looked like a Taoist charm used by Taoists, but he didn't expect it to come from Buddhism.

"With this alone, can you conclude that I have the most precious treasure of Buddhism on me?"

"Of course not." The poor monk said, "About 500 years ago, the old monk got something left by the demon monk, as if it were part of a magic weapon. And when you arrived, the old monk clearly felt that the breath emanating from your body completely matched the incomplete magic weapon breath left by the demon monk in my hand.

Zhuge Buteng stopped talking, but fell into meditation. He was thinking about whether the black gourd on his body was the magic weapon left by the demon monk in those years.

"The old monk is the lord of Qianye City. The practitioners who enter Qianye City can't escape the eyes of the old monk." The poor monk added.

"Master, can you let me have a look at the incomplete magic weapon in your hand?" Zhuge Fuliang looked at the poor monks.

The poor monks were not pretentious. They nodded without hesitation, with a pool of palms, and a palm-sized awl appeared in the palm, and the whole body was black. But on the awl is carved with a fierce arhats.

"En..."

At this time, Zhuge Bumung snorted and only felt a hot air surge in his body. The black gourd, which had been collected into his body, flew out by itself and rotated above Zhuge's head.

"This is..." The poor monk stared at the black gourd without blinking and said, "It can't be wrong. This breath is the same as the old monk in my hand. It seems that the two are one."

"The master's hand should be the gourd plug." Zhuge Fuliang judged that the black awl just matched if it was stuck in the mouth of the gourd.

The poor monk raised his hand to touch the black gourd, but at this moment, a yin and yang gas wrapped the black gourd. The poor monk quickly retreated, and then looked at his palm, and there was a large burn.

"I'm sorry, master." Zhuge Buzuo apologized and quickly took back the gourd.

"Little friend, it's packed here... But yin and yang fire?" The poor monk's face became solemn.