Chapter 134 The Incense that Is Not Working

If Li Changxiao guessed correctly.

These golden Buddha statues were also infected with the strange disease of sin.

In these three hundred years, they slowly rotted.

"Pah..."

As far as the eye could see.

A golden arm of the Buddha fell to the ground, and black and purple sewage flowed out.

"Pah!"

Another golden statue fell to the ground fiercely.

Revealing a skinny body, covered with maggots, not ordinary maggots, the epidermis of these maggots also had faint golden threads, which was quite strange.

"Boom..."

Deep in the Eighteen Hells, I don't know what kind of change happened.

The vibration intensified.

At this moment, the golden statues placed on the sixteenth floor began to collapse one after another.

The ground was full of rotten stench.

The ground was full of corpses.

Li Changxiao walked, sighing in his heart, and quickened his pace.

He followed the instructions of the old monk, walked to the southwest, counted down to the seventh golden Buddha statue, and then pushed open the lotus base below.

A secret passage appeared in front of him.

Because the seventeenth and eighteenth floors have a special structure, they belong to the front and back sections of the flat floor, separated by the "Bridge of Questioning the Heart".

The seventeenth floor is where the Mirror of His Cause is placed, and where Wuqing, who has a strange disease, is imprisoned.

Therefore, the temple later decided to open a secret passage that bypasses the Mirror of His Cause.

Only people at the level of Buddha can know this, and at this moment, by chance, it comes in handy.

Li Changxiao quickly walked into the dark passage.

…

At the same time.

Outside the Buddha City.

There was a sudden violent earthquake.

Fortunately, most of the houses are low and made of thatch, so even if they collapse and hit people, they are mostly fine.

Outside the Sutra Pavilion of the Luji Temple.

A man and a woman waited quietly.

"It seems that something has happened inside." Li Tianyu's eyes flickered.

He looked at the collapsed Buddha City.

An idea flashed through his mind.

All under heaven belongs to the king.

Rather than letting this Buddhist city be wasted in the hands of these fools, it is better to... let it fall into my hands and make the best use of it.

Thinking of this, he narrowed his eyes slightly and weighed the pros and cons.

Si Nian was worried. She was more concerned about the safety of her master than the illusory incense.

...

The seventeenth floor.

The Prison of Questioning the Heart.

A man and a woman were confronting each other.

The woman's long hair was flying, the divine light was lingering in her eyes, her aura was fully open, and a layer of red clouds was covered on her body. The whisk in her right hand exuded the rhythm of the avenue, and ripples spread out.

The cold and indifferent face, because of the release of some restrictions, added a few touches of fairy spirit, looking like a fairy in the clouds.

The man was hunched over, already quite old, with wrinkles all over his face, and dark scriptures surging around him. In addition, there was a more secret aura lingering around him.

The woman frowned. As soon as they entered the door, the two sides had their first confrontation.

She responded in a hurry, and the contest between the two powerful men instantly shook the Eighteen Hells.

However, what she couldn't understand was that.

No strange mysterious sound was heard.

"Sure enough, I knew that a great cultivator came to Buddha City, and he actually took all the strange mysterious sounds into his body." The man spoke slowly.

He was Wuqing mentioned by the old monk. In fact, he had been able to completely leave his Yinzhi Mirror a few days ago and regain his freedom.

The reason why he didn't leave Buddha City and stayed on the seventeenth floor was that he was afraid of the cultivator who took all the mysterious sounds.

Mu Qin was stunned again when she heard this. The mysterious sounds were not collected by her. She remembered the old monk who died on the fourteenth floor.

However, this was a good thing for her.

Without the interference of strange mysterious sounds, she could exert stronger strength.

"You are indeed possessed by the devil." Mu Qin looked at the man, her expression calm, but hidden fierceness, "I guess you are the rumored Buddha of Incense and Fire, right?"

"Yes." Wu Qing nodded, there was nothing to hide.

"I am Mu Qin, and I have come to ask for advice on Incense and Fire." Mu Qin got straight to the point. Although he was asking for advice, he had the momentum of a fight.

Fighting is also a kind of asking for advice.

Now the rumored Buddha of Incense and Fire has been possessed by the devil. Even if he wants to teach, Mu Qin may not want to listen, dare to listen, and besides, she has the twin bodies of the Great Dao, and before the word "twin", there is the word "Great Dao".

Two lives and two faces are only her most basic abilities. Her more terrifying place is her affinity with the Great Dao and her superb understanding.

This is her reliance on seeking a new path.

How accomplished this Buddha of Incense and Fire is in the way of Incense and Fire can naturally be seen under his hands. Mu Qin only needs to experience it personally, and that is enough.

And Wuqing was not a kind person. Unlike ordinary cultivators, he had no intention of saving spiritual energy.

The surging spiritual energy poured out from his body like a mountain torrent and tsunami. He laughed coldly, and a black Buddha statue condensed behind him. Mu Qin's pupils shrank and she carefully observed the process of its formation. At the same time, she pinched her right hand, and the spiritual energy circulated along a specific route, and a terrifying move was also brewing.

After several rounds, Mu Qin naturally had the upper hand. Most of Wuqing's strength had actually been consumed by the old monk. Now he only had the cultivation of the peak of the transformation spirit, and it was difficult for him to be Mu Qin's opponent.

However, after several fights, Wuqing also figured out the general situation and saw that this woman was secretly thinking about her own incense.

In addition, this woman's magic also contains the power of incense, but it is fundamentally different from his own incense power.

"Seeking reform? Interesting, there is actually such a way of incense." Wuqing sneered.

He looked older than the old monk who had passed away.

In fact, no matter whether his spiritual energy was abundant or not, he could only live for less than two hundred years at most.

Wuqing took out a mirror from his arms and hid in it. His voice came from inside, "Interesting, Taoist friend, if you dare to enter this mirror of his cause, I will give you all my incense insights."

Mu Qin frowned, without any hesitation, and instantly immersed in the mirror of his cause.

The world in the mirror.

Without any nonsense, the two fought again.

Wuqing relied on the blessing of the mirror of his cause to increase his strength, but in terms of cultivation, Mu Qin was still one realm higher than him, and was still not his opponent.

He showed a profound use of the way of incense.

He opened his mouth and exhaled, and the power of incense turned into a tiger flying, and kneaded his fingers again, and the power of incense was purified into a green flame.

Another few moves.

Wuqing was still no match for Muqin, on the contrary, she gained a lot. With her already having a certain foundation of incense, this kind of personal fight, the gains, far more than flipping through the classics.

Wuqing was not pretending to be weak, he was really not an opponent, several moves, he almost lost himself.

However.

Just when he was about to lose.

He suddenly laughed.

He laughed out loud, pointing at Muqin, "I understand, I finally understand where the incense power in your body comes from!"

"Hahaha"

He seemed to be hit by a laugh point, and couldn't stop laughing.

Muqin's expression did not change, and she was about to kill. At this moment, the smile on Wuqing's face faded like a tide, with regret and mockery on his face, "It won't work."

Muqin finally frowned slightly.

"Your incense road will not work." Wuqing said again.

"If I'm not mistaken, you get these incense sticks from the people, right?"

"Maybe it has achieved good results now, but...you have also caused murder because of it, right?"

Wu Qing said lightly.

Mu Qin's expression changed slightly, and he thought of the fortune teller, "How do you know?"

"Hehe." Wu Qing laughed, "Of course I know, because...this is cause and effect."

As he spoke, a silver-white mirror condensed in front of him and shone towards Mu Qin.

"Look at what you look like in the mirror."

Mu Qin looked intently, and suddenly, his usually cold face lost some blood color.

I only saw my own figure in the mirror.

I don't know when, I was tightly entangled by countless cause and effect lines! !

It was airtight.

"You are not far from death." Wu Qing's voice was like a heavy hammer.