Wonderland

Chapter 1573 Devouring Buddha's Power

Chapter 1573 Devouring Buddha's Power

"Amitabha, I have no ill intentions. It's just that you broke into the Sutra Library and stole the scriptures. You have violated the temple rules and must face the wall in the cold prison for a hundred years."

"Old monk, I have no grudge against you. You imprisoned me today, but one day I will destroy your Baifo Temple." Although Xiao Lin was tied up, he was not afraid at all. He kept thinking about how to escape, but his face showed a cold murderous look.

Monk Dekong was also somewhat frightened, and thought to himself, "What a strong murderous aura."

But as the abbot of the White Buddha Temple and a Great Sun Buddha, how could he be intimidated by a younger cultivator like Xiao Lin? It's just that he joined forces with the other 17 Great Sun Buddhas and Great Sun Bodhisattvas to deal with the Holy Ancestor Wu Lin. Although he forced the other party to retreat, he also suffered internal injuries. Although he looked calm on the surface, he had just used the Buddhist magical power - the Buddha Prison Lock, which had already affected his internal organs and aggravated his injuries. At this moment, he was just suppressing it and not showing it.

"Someone come here~~" With a light shout from Monk Dekong, two monks in their forties walked in from outside. When they saw Xiao Lin and Xiao Hei, they all showed surprised expressions.

"Send them to the Cold Prison to face the wall. No one is allowed to approach them without my permission. Go."

"Respect the Buddha's will~"

Although the two were curious, they did not dare to ask too much. They stepped forward, picked up Xiao Lin and Xiao Hei respectively, and headed outside.

After the two men left, Monk Dekong's face immediately turned pale, and he spat out two mouthfuls of blood. His aura also rapidly dropped.

"What a powerful Demon Soul Banner. It was actually refined to the pinnacle by that demon. If it weren't for the Eighteen Golden Buddhas Formation, the White Buddha Temple would have been in trouble today. It's just a little strange that this Black Scale Saint Ancestor suddenly appeared more than ten years ago. The original Black Scale Demon Sect was led by three Mahayana demon monks, who took turns to lead the sect and give orders. But more than ten years ago, these three Mahayana demon leaders suddenly disappeared. The Black Scale Saint Ancestor suddenly appeared and took control of the Black Scale Demon Sect. After he took control of the Black Scale Demon Sect, he began to plunder and kill lives everywhere, especially killing a large number of Buddhist monks, just to refine his Demon Soul Banner."

After a pause, Dekong sighed softly and said to himself, "Now that the Demon Soul Banner has refined three Blood Buddha Demon Heads, it has such earth-shattering power. If it really refines eighty-one Blood Buddha Demon Heads, I am afraid that even if the Great Bodhi Temple sends out all its forces, it may not be able to eliminate this disaster."

The more Monk Dekong thought about it, the more frightened he became. In today's battle, the demon was not defeated, but he had to sacrifice one of his golden arms and launch the Golden Buddha's Heaven-Destroying Palm at the last moment, which frightened the demon away. However, he was also very clear that the demon had only retreated temporarily, and once he recovered his strength, he would probably come back again.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly took out a few elixirs, swallowed them, closed his eyes and began to heal his wounds.

Xiao Lin and Xiao Hei were carried by the two tall monks like chickens, passing through the busy temple, and soon arrived at a secluded place in the back mountain. Then they walked along an overgrown stone path and entered a small valley.

As soon as he entered the small valley, Xiao Lin felt gusts of cold air blowing towards him and soon arrived at the bottom of the valley. The bottom of the valley was shrouded in light green mist. He could vaguely see a dark cave about ten feet in size. Next to the cave sat an old monk with a long face and white hair and beard. There was no breath on his body, just like a piece of dead wood.

Two tall monks carried a man and a beast to the dark cave, and casually threw Xiao Lin and Xiao Hei into the cave. The long-faced old monk did not even open his eyes.

The cave was about a hundred feet deep. Xiao Lin and Xiao Hei fell to the ground with two loud bangs.

Strangely, after landing, the golden chains that bound them disappeared silently.

Xiao Lin was also surprised when he saw this, but before he could say anything, Xiao Hei, who was standing beside him, had already said with a sad face, "This golden chain is too weird. It actually got into the body and still imprisoned Xiao Hei's magic power. It must be very uncomfortable to be without magic power in this ghost place."

"Be patient. Although the cold here is strong, it won't have much impact on us. Let's observe the surroundings first, and then think about how to escape." Xiao Lin comforted Xiao Hei and walked inside with Xiao Hei.

After passing through a corridor several dozen meters long, the two came to a mountain belly. In the center of the mountain belly was a dark cave. Thick light green mist emerged from it. The cold air was emanating from this mist.

There was nothing in the belly of the mountain except for the cave in the middle that emitted cold air. The surrounding rock walls emitted a faint golden light. It was obvious that there were extremely powerful Buddhist restrictions. It would be impossible for him and Xiao Hei to escape by using the earth escape technique.

Besides, Xiao Hei's magic power was also sealed, and his own energy and blood were also slowed down and unable to function normally. It seemed that he really could not escape from the cold prison facing the wall.

Xiao Lin found a clean place, took out a cushion and sat on it. The star ring he had been practicing for thousands of years had already been integrated into his Dantian Qi Sea. Unless his tendons were pulled out and his skin was peeled off to break his Qi Sea, it would be impossible to take his treasure.

After Xiao Lin sat cross-legged and gave Xiao Hei some instructions, he continued to meditate and comprehend the Zen of withering mind and extinction.

Although Xiao Hei was good at breaking restrictions, he was helpless against the golden chains that were integrated into his body. But he naturally did not dare to be bound, so he hid aside and tried to break the golden chains.

I don’t know how much time has passed in this dark and cold cave.

In front of Xiao Lin, with a flash of golden light, an old monk appeared silently. It was none other than the old monk Dekong. At this moment, the old monk Dekong's injuries had fully recovered. When he looked at Xiao Lin, there seemed to be a hint of surprise in his greed.

This immediately gave Xiao Lin a bad feeling in his heart.

"Your surname is Xiao? Are you from the Holy Moon Continent?"

After Xiao Lin nodded, Dekong continued to ask, "I feel a sense of trembling from you, the donor, and I need to be within three feet of you to sense it. Could it be that you have some kind of innate treasure hidden in you?"

Xiao Lin was shocked when he heard this, he didn't expect that the old monk Dekong was so sensitive and he had discovered the secret of his innate spiritual treasure. Originally, Xiao Lin thought that Dekong despised his low realm and did not take away his star ring and beast ring. But now it seems that this is not the case.

Dekong obviously had some plans for him long ago, so he used the golden chain magic to tie himself and Xiaohei up, preventing them from using any magical powers.

"Old monk, are you crazy about the innate spiritual treasure? I am just an ordinary cultivator in the Tribulation Crossing Stage. How can I have such a treasure? I have no grudge against you. Although I took a copy of the Withered Heart Silence Zen Divine Power Scripture, I can just return it. Why torture me?"

Monk Dekong smiled slightly upon hearing this. He did not answer Xiao Lin's question, but instead looked at Xiao Hei who was lying motionless on the side. "I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it. I even went to the Sutra Library to check the precious books in the White Buddha Temple. The one in front of me is undoubtedly the Sky Devourer, but..."

After a pause, Monk Dekong turned to look at Xiao Lin and said, "Donor Xiao, it seems that this Sky Devouring Divine Beast is also destined to be with our Buddhist sect. As long as Donor Xiao is willing to learn the forbidden divine technique and set the Sky Devouring Divine Beast free, then I may consider letting you go."

"You are destined to be together, old bald donkey. Even if I die, I will never get involved with you bald donkeys. If you have the guts, kill me. My soul, which is placed in the void, will surely give birth to fairy eggs again in the future. Tens of thousands of years later, I will be a hero again and will destroy your broken temple and kill all of you bald donkeys." Xiao Hei didn't know whether he had a deep hatred for Buddhism or was angered by Monk Dekong's words "destiny", but he started cursing without caring about anything.

This scolding made Monk Dekong's face turn black. Even though he had boundless Buddhist teachings and a heart as calm as a well, he was still furious at this moment.

He ignored Xiao Hei and looked at Xiao Lin, sneering, "If Mr. Xiao does not agree to touch the forbidden god technique, I will have no choice but to send you back into reincarnation. In this way, the forbidden god technique will be broken by itself, and then I can subdue this stubborn beast."

When Xiao Lin heard this, his heart sank instantly. He never thought that just stealing a scripture would bring him a fatal disaster.

Now that his qi and blood are restricted, his only trump card is the Immortal-Slaying Blade hidden in the spirit gourd deep in his dantian.

However, Xiao Lin was not very sure whether he could kill the old monk in front of him, but he could not care about life and death at the moment.

Monk Dekong's face suddenly turned gloomy, and he slapped out his right hand like lightning. A golden Buddha's palm struck towards Xiao Lin's brow with the force of thunder and lightning.

Xiao Lin was about to activate the spirit gourd, but he didn't expect that he felt a heat between his eyebrows. The next moment, a snow-white vortex appeared, and the golden Buddha's palm merged into it and disappeared in an instant. This sudden scene startled the old monk Dekong. His face changed drastically, and he hurriedly activated his majestic Buddha power. Rows of Buddha's palms connected into one and were printed on Xiao Lin's forehead.

In his opinion, the opponent had no magical powers at all, and no matter how strong his spiritual power was, he was definitely no match for him. As long as he destroyed his sea of ​​consciousness and his soul, he would be able to kill him completely.

Monk Dekong originally had no intention of killing Xiao Lin. After all, the other party was only at the Tribulation Crossing stage and was not worth his attention. However, in the Zen room, he actually felt a terrifying feeling from the young man in front of him. This feeling surprised him. It meant that the young man was either at a very high level and was pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger, or he had some kind of magical weapon on him that could pose a threat to him.

But he was trapped by his own Buddha Chain, so it was obviously not the former reason. So it could only be the second reason. This made the monk Dekong, who was always calm, feel a little greedy.

When he discovered this thought, he was shocked and broke out in a cold sweat. He had been practicing Vajra Samadhi for many years and had now achieved the second level of success. If his greed shook the foundation of his meditation, then the golden body of Vairocana Buddha that he had condensed might be disintegrated.

That's why he hurriedly went into seclusion to stabilize his mind, so as not to go astray. However, after suppressing his greed, he had no intention of letting go of Xiao Lin, who was the fat piece of meat that was in his mouth. Moreover, not to mention the treasures that might be hidden in Xiao Lin's body, he would definitely not let go of the sky-devouring beast.

The Sky-Devouring Beast is a legendary fairy, one of the ancient strange beasts. If he could be controlled by himself and taken in as the guardian of Buddhism, within ten thousand years, he would go one step further and reach perfection, becoming a Buddha-level being. He could then be incorporated into the Mahabodhi Temple and carry the power of boundless merit and faith.

In time, ascending to the immortal world will be a natural outcome.

Moreover, taming the Sky-Devouring Beast would bring about a drastic change in his combat power, making him an extremely important figure within the Buddhist sect.

Unfortunately, he never expected that the secret of Xiao Lin was far beyond his imagination. After the Golden Buddha's handprint shot into the snow-white vortex, it disappeared without a trace like a drop in the ocean. It was as if he had accumulated a punch of strength and hit it on cotton without any effect.

Surprised, he planned to change his magical power, but his face soon changed drastically. It turned out that the Buddha power in his body seemed to be out of control. It was attracted by a huge force and shot madly into the vortex.

This was a great shock, and his old face turned pale in an instant. He saw that the pure Buddha power he had cultivated for tens of thousands of years was being sucked away continuously. Sweat instantly broke out on his forehead, and an expression of fear appeared in his eyes.

"Master Xiao, what kind of magical power do you have? Please put it away. I know I am wrong."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Lin could only smile bitterly in his heart. It turned out that he was unable to control himself at the moment. He only felt a warm force coming from between his eyebrows, continuously entering his sea of ​​consciousness, but after entering the sea of ​​consciousness, it disappeared inexplicably without a trace.

At this moment, he was unable to move his whole body, and couldn't even speak. No matter how much Monk Dekong begged, it was useless.

The old monk Dekong was so frightened at this moment that his soul left his body. The Vajra Meditation he had practiced for many years was instantly broken. What a person can show at the moment of life and death may be his true heart. The old monk Dekong didn't know whether his Buddha's heart had collapsed or he was afraid of death, and he kept making pleading sounds.

Xiao Hei on the side was also stunned, watching Monk Dekong's right palm already placed on the center of his boss's eyebrows, with golden light flashing wildly on his body, and one could even see the trajectory of the surging golden light, which was continuously injected into the center of his master's eyebrows.

After just a cup of tea, Monk Dekong was no longer able to speak. The wrinkles on his face were like old tree bark. As the last ray of golden light flowed out from his palm, his body slowly collapsed.

Monk Dekong was still hanging on to his breath and was not dead, but his eyes were filled with death and it was obvious that he was not far from death.

Xiao Lin also sat on the ground again, with golden light flashing on his body. The vortex between his eyebrows was still spinning, but it soon disappeared into his eyebrows.

(End of this chapter)