Chapter 54 The Passor

Chapter 54 The Son of Man

"Dead?" Looking at the old man in disbelief, Pan Hongsheng couldn't believe what he heard. How could the little perfection die?

In Pan Hongsheng's view, the realm of small perfection is that it is difficult to commit suicide. After all, it has reached a state of circulation, and it is impossible to get hurt.

"This string of Buddha beads is the symbol of his death." Gently rubbing the Buddha beads, the old man sighed and said.

The Taoist monks all have Buddha relics. The old monks who have cultivated to the realm of small perfection are no longer known how many times stronger than the Taoist monks. This string of Buddha beads is still spiritual even now, emitting cyan fluorescence in the old man's hand.

"Then how did he die?" Shaking the only chair in the room, Pan Hongsheng sat up and asked with lingering heart.

In his impression, he was stunned by a punch, and then saw that Zhang Bowen called himself up, and there was nothing else.

"In order to seal this bead." With a gentle sigh, there seemed to be a lot more wrinkles on the old man's face.

Everyone who can reach the small perfect state can feel the existence of others. The earth is like a mother. Every person in the small perfect state can already be separated from the mother's existence. Even if there is a conflict between them, there will be a feeling of pity for each other. When he stepped into the small perfect state, the old man specially congratulated him. .

"Seal this bead?" His face changed slightly, and Pan Hongsheng seemed to understand something.

"This blood magic bead." The old man touched the blood-red bead, and then said slowly to Pan Hongsheng.

No one knows the origin of the blood demon, but he was possessed by Tojo Hidekid during the First World War. The massacre-like disaster constantly strengthened the power of the blood demon. The real end of the First World War was that the nine small and powerful people who did not go out of the mountain in China jointly attacked the blood demon and hit it hard. The First World War ended successfully.

It had appeared once during World War II, but I was afraid that the joint attack of the nine small and strong men was just fleeting, and this time it was attached to Zhang Bowen.

Of course, among the nine little perfect strong men, there are old men and arrogances, and even Pan Hongsheng's snowman on the top of Mount Emei Mountain.

Pan Hongsheng listened quietly without saying a word, but there were more doubts in his heart.

The biggest reason why Wang Ao has been living in Eagle Mountain is that he realized that the blood demon will be born in this place. As a generation of Buddhist masters, the only one who is sure to seal it is Wang Ao himself.

Until the first appearance, when Pan Hongsheng and Zhang Bowen went to Yingshan, they noticed that there was a blood demon on Zhang Bowen, but because of Pan Hongsheng's relationship, he did not strangle Zhang Bowen, but gave him a chance, hoping that the blood demon could be good, but unfortunately, the final result was not as good as expected.

In order to make up for the mistake of letting go of the blood demon in those years, he sacrificed his life to completely seal the blood demon in the blood demon beads with his own death, and then flew to Pan Hongsheng with the last trace of spirituality.

Of course, this string of Buddha beads flew to Pan Hongsheng, which also means that he admitted Pan Hongsheng.

"Dad, do you think these beads are made by the arrogant master?" The corners of his mouth twitched, and Pan Hongsheng felt that his worldview was broken again, more broken than last time.

"What do you think?" With a sigh, the old man couldn't help shaking his head when he looked at the string of Buddha beads.

The reason why Buddhism still exists, while other Taoists, Dharmaists, etc. are gradually silent in the long river of history. The biggest reason is that every silent master of Buddhism can pass on all his skills in the Buddha's relics to his chosen descendants. Obviously, the old monk chose Pan Hongsheng.

"Why did you choose me?" After salivating, Pan Hongsheng asked with some surprise.

In fact, he has been wondering about this question for a long time. What's going on with the top ten families? Why are there three holy places besides the top ten families? What on earth do they exist for?

Why has the old man been guarding his Pan family as the elder behind Kunlun Mountain? Why is everyone stunned when he sees his golden real?

Looking at the hope in Pan Hongsheng's eyes, the old man sighed.

"Anyway, this string of Buddha beads is indeed the best way for you, and when you absorb the power left by the arrogant, the blood demon will disappear." The right hand gently threw it into the sky, and the string of Buddha beads composed of turquoise and blood red exploded in an instant, and stood slowly in the air, forming a round wheel, and the most central was the blood-red blood magic bead.

"Amitabha!" With a Buddha call, the sound rolled from all directions. Pan Hongsheng only felt a burst of explosion in his head, and there was an illusion in front of him.

The figure of the old monk slowly appeared in front of him. The only difference was that the old monk did not wear a coat and looked like Master Dharma.

"This is..." He was slightly stunned. Pan Hongsheng just wanted to speak, but the old man's fierce shout came from his ear.

"Kneel down and kowtow!" Pan Hongsheng woke up with a roar. In the face of the old man's words, Pan Hongsheng never hesitated. He knelt down directly and kowtowed nine times. At this time, the old monk in the air seemed to turn his head and smiled at the old man. His whole body turned into a streamer and instantly poured into Pan Hongsheng's body, and the blood-red bead in the middle With a blood-red light, it was directly printed on Pan Hongsheng's left arm, forming a red lightning bolt.

"Sit cross-legged and import all the cyan Zhenyan into your body!" The old man's loud shout came again. Pan Hongsheng immediately closed his eyes and sat down. When he saw Pan Hongsheng entering Mr. Ding, a fierce look flashed in the bottom of his eyes and rose to the sky. For a moment, a five-color ripple visible to the naked eye emanated from the old man's body.

The strong momentum almost shattered the clouds in the sky, and the whole eagle was silent, even without the sound of insects and wind. It was quiet and terrible.

Looking at Pan Hongsheng directly below him, the old man sighed a little in his eyes, and then looked up again, staring at the air not far away, and a smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

In mid-air, a black hole slowly formed. The next moment, a man came out of it, dressed in white clothes with a little blood, and his hair was messy.

"How did you do this?" Looking at the figure, the old man's face changed, and then asked worriedly.

"It's okay. Those old guys are really difficult to deal with. There is mainly an old man who chased me for half a month, but he got rid of me. When he arrived at Nirvana, he had to kill him!" Listening to the old man's words, the figure shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently.

"Then aren't you afraid that they will come here?"

"If I can't find it or not, I have to watch my son step into the small perfection before I can work hard with them!"

Pan Huashan, Liu Chongru, and the two brothers are strong in a perfect situation to protect the law.