Chapter 130 Hidden Dangers of Jiuxiang Temple, Incense Buddha

I don't know how long it took. •

Mu Qin walked out of the mural and headed for the entrance to the sixteenth floor.

Before stepping into the dark passage.

She paused and looked back at the man in the mural.

She sighed silently.

She pulled out a strand of Taoism from the whisk and left it here, then resolutely stepped into the sixteenth floor.

This strand of Taoism contained the power of incense.

If the man could not walk out of the mural, the Taoism would split the mural.

Mu Qin's figure gradually faded away, sinking into the darkness bit by bit.

Until it disappeared completely.

This is a road destined to be walked alone.

…

Time passed.

In the mural.

Li Changxiao opened his eyes.

All the symptoms faded like a tide.

He also passed the physical prison.

At that time.

A ray of Buddha's light shone everywhere, nourishing the flesh, nourishing the body, and a small amount of spiritual energy.

It actually caused Li Changxiao's spiritual energy to surge, and his realm was faintly rising, but his cultivation was stagnant.

Because the spiritual energy supply in the dream space is not fast enough.

This is a great opportunity for Li Changxiao.

And Mu Qin, who passed before him, also gained certain benefits.

Wait for the Buddha's light to dissipate.

Cracks appeared on the mural where Li Changxiao was.

Finally, it broke.

Li Changxiao's figure flew out of the mural, and then with a rumble, the mural was completely broken.

This is the last trace of spiritual charm and spiritual energy that was completely exhausted, and it became a mortal.

Li Changxiao looked around and found that Mu Xianchang had already gone ahead. He had expected it and was not surprised at all.

He did not continue to go down, but looked deep and returned to the fourteenth floor.

Each prison is very large. If you walk, it will take several days, but Li Changxiao has already walked through it once and is familiar with the environment here, so he used magic to speed up the movement.

On the way, he released the ghost servant Yu Luosha and asked her to pay attention to the changes nearby.

Yu Luosha wore a Raksha mask on her face and had a cold temper. After a faint reply.

Soon she disappeared.

Back to the fourteenth floor.

At the intersection of the passage, the figure of the old monk was found.

A gleam of brilliance flashed in Li Changxiao's eyes, and he put his two fingers together, with blue light flashing on his fingertips.

If you look closely at the halo on his fingertips, you can see strands of blue silk threads interweaving.

His fingertips touched the old monk's forehead.

Blue silk threads pierced into the old monk's mind.

Baiyoushu combined with the dream technique.

Li Changxiao wanted to know the cause of death of the old monk. He felt something unusual. The three mysterious sounds in his body would vibrate slightly when approaching this person.

So, he deliberately waited until he met Mu Qin and his group, and then turned back.

He could avoid being discovered by them for using magic.

Because he was not sure how close Mu Qin and his group were to him before.

What if he used magic on his front foot and was hit by it on his back foot.

That would cause a lot of trouble out of thin air.

Soon.

Li Changxiao's magic worked.

The old monk's obsession was very deep. His original cultivation was very high, but when he was dying, the spiritual energy in his dantian was almost dry.

His soul was estimated to have entered the reincarnation, but there were still many residual thoughts.

These residual thoughts were also part of the soul. Li Changxiao used the Hundred Ghosts Technique to collect the residual thoughts in the air, and then used the power of dreams to analyze them into dreams.

Many residual thoughts were collected.

But it was difficult to analyze.

Maybe Li Changxiao's cultivation was not enough, or maybe the other party's cultivation was too high, not everyone could do whatever they wanted.

Just when Li Changxiao was about to give up, suddenly, the three mysterious sounds in the dream space trembled again.

Then.

His shoulder was patted.

Turning his head, it turned out to be the soul of the old monk.

Li Changxiao made a mistake in judgment. It seems that this old monk is stronger than he thought. He has not entered the reincarnation and has been staying here?

"Little brother." The old monk lowered his eyebrows and looked kind.

Li Changxiao bowed, "Old senior, I'm sorry for the offense. I don't mean to bother you."

"It's okay. I'm about to enter reincarnation. I felt the call and came back to take a look." The old monk said with a smile.

"Old senior, what is reincarnation like?" Li Changxiao asked curiously.

The old monk smiled and shook his head. The secret of heaven cannot be revealed. He only replied that it is better to be alive. If you die, you die. No matter how great you have done in your life, you are still dead.

The old monk also said that nowadays, the world has great constraints on the soul body. The body and soul are combined. If the body dies, it is really dead. There is almost no such thing as borrowing a body to be reborn. Let Li Changxiao cherish it well and don't think about these crooked ways of taking over the body.

The old monk looked at Li Changxiao with a look of surprise in his eyes. He was amazed, and then smiled lightly, saying that he had a strange feeling when he saw him. Is there his own mysterious sound on his body?

Li Changxiao was stunned and released the three mysterious sounds.

The three mysterious sounds hovered in the air.

After seeing this, the old monk nodded with satisfaction, muttering, I didn't expect that after my death, I would still meet someone with whom I was destined to meet. The fate is not over yet.

Then he said to himself, no wonder, I will enter the reincarnation soon. If I don't have some fate, how can I be inspired by the other party?

These three mysterious sounds came from his body.

They are his natal mysterious sounds, condensed from hundreds of mysterious sounds, and the most essence exists.

Unfortunately, in this world now, the gods are no longer there.

Li Changxiao hurriedly asked him why he sent these messages, and what did the three mysterious sounds "eighteen", "flesh", and "relics" mean?

The old monk's soul was floating, and he sighed several times in succession.

He said that this was also a helpless act, a last struggle when he was desperate.

He told the story of what happened.

Long before the revival of spiritual energy, Jiuxiang Temple had already buried hidden dangers, so that after the spiritual energy was exhausted, Jiuxiang Temple, a first-class big force, disbanded faster than those small forces at the bottom.

Ten thousand years ago.

A Buddha from Jiuxiang Temple went into the mortal world to refine his mind, and when he came back, he brought back a disciple.

The disciple was full of ruffian spirit, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.

At the age of seven, he killed his neighbor and raped his daughter, then fled and joined a mountain bandit's nest. He learned some martial arts, but never practiced.

He was a disaster in the countryside for more than ten years, burning, killing, looting and doing all kinds of evil.

When the Buddha met him, he advised him to put down his butcher knife, follow him to practice Buddhism, save the dead, and pay off his sins.

So, the disciple put down his butcher knife, became the disciple of the Buddha, joined Jiuxiang Temple, and began to study Buddhist principles.

For ordinary disciples, it only takes three years at most to study Buddhist principles.

However, the disciple spent a full eighteen years. After studying Buddhist principles, he was already in his forties. The hostility in his body gradually subsided and became stable, so he began to contact Buddhism.

Given the Dharma name: "Wuqing"

The old monk's soul looked at Li Changxiao, and seeing that the latter had no reaction, he added another sentence, "This Wuqing is the later...'Incense Buddha'!"