Chapter 2197: Little Monk Lingxiu
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The black airflow around them gathered towards the mysterious debris.
It began to absorb the remnant spirits around it.
Wait until it is absorbed.
Drilled back into Yangxu Qihai.
Yang Xu was amused by it:
"You are quite conscious. When I haven't solved all the enemies, you won't come out. When I get everything done, you jump out and pick up the cheap."
Yang Xu thinks this fragment is so treacherous?
"This seat surface is no longer evil. Let's go to the next plane."
Yang Xu is familiar with the road, urging the more and more proficient "between the virtual and the real" magical powers.
have to say.
After receiving the "Space Great Skill" rewarded by the system.
Yang Xu's understanding of the laws of space suddenly went up a whole step.
Take it together, use the magical power of "between virtual and real".
It became more handy.
Wow.
He took Xiaobai and Xiaoqing and appeared on a devastated plane.
This is a huge plane.
The territory is vast, and the area is not under Fireblade Hell.
however.
The dazzling battle trails around, the broken mountains, the ashes of the jungle and so on.
All remind Yang Yang that there was a war here.
The war spread throughout the plane.
"What the **** happened here?"
Yang Xu was curious.
"Hey, debris, come out and absorb the remnant soul."
He summoned mysterious fragments.
brush.
The mysterious debris came out of Qihai.
Unexpectedly, Yang Xu didn't absorb the evil spirits this time.
I don’t know if it’s because of absorption of residual souls.
The slap-sized gray fragment has a strange and twisted black rune.
Hum.
In Yang Xu's curious eyes, the black rune on the mysterious fragment shone slightly:
Whoo!
A black gas burst out of the debris.
Then, at an amazing speed, the whole plane is swept.
Time.
Yang Xu saw an amazing scene:
As you can see on the floor of the entire seating surface, there are dense and dense, all demon bodies one after another.
Their death patterns are varied and strange.
But the corpses all shimmered with a faint black awn.
Explain that this is a mysterious fragment, simulated by the evil spirit.
Their real body.
It should have been purified and disappeared.
"Is it a Vatican?"
Yang Xu remembered that sentence when the bear-shaped big demon appeared before:
"Does the power of the Vatics come to this plane of **** and purify the demons here?"
What the hell.
There are people who are even crazier than themselves?
Is it also to upgrade monsters?
It was at this time.
Xiao Qing tweeted suddenly:
"Master! Someone!"
"Look there!"
She pointed in a direction in the distance.
In the distance, there was a touch of golden light, flashing indistinctly.
Yang Xu couldn't help blinking, "You guys are careful."
He unfolded "Fast Speed" and quickly approached that side.
When it was not close to the golden light.
He sensed a familiar breath fluctuation:
"It's really a Vatican."
The breath of this person is very similar to the breath of Qibao Miaoshu.
only.
The breath is extremely weak.
Weak to Yi Yangxu's strong perception, he almost ignored his existence.
"That is!"
When approaching each other, Yang Xu's pupils shrank suddenly:
A young monk who looked only seven or eight years old, with a pale face, sat there withered.
He wore a ragged, dimly light shackle.
The broken hakama was covered with blood stains of black or blue demons.
He sat down, his life breathed like a candle in the wind, obviously his life was about to die soon.
And in this little monk's eyebrow position.
But a golden gem of the size of a pigeon egg was suspended.
It was also it that made Deyang Xu's face change:
"It's a relic! And it's the purest relic of gold in relics!"
The position of Yang Xu's eyebrows hides the mysterious Buddha's head.
And the Buddha's head and eyebrows merged a relic.
"This young monk was a young man, he actually had a golden reliance, and he also had treasures like cassocks. He was definitely an extraordinary monk."
"Just why did he appear here?"
Is it really to purify the demon here?
Yang Xu remembered the allusion that "Hell does not swear to become a Buddha".
"Yeah, master, why is this little brother dying?"
Xiaobai leaned closer to the young monk, a trace of concern appeared on his face.
"Huh, Xiaobai, didn't his breath make you uncomfortable?"
Yang Xu asked.
"No."
Xiaobaidao.
Yang Xu looked back at Xiaoqing wonderingly.
Xiaoqing also shook his head:
"The breath on him was a bit resistant to me, but it didn't make me feel uncomfortable. By the way, when you show "Fist of Light" now, master, we won't feel uncomfortable."
"Yeah, so strange."
Xiaobaihou realized afterwards.
brush.
When Yang Xu flipped his hand, Qibao Miaoshu appeared.
It glowed with seven colors of light, **** characters revolving around, and Fanguang Road scattered.
The relic hovering with the young monk's eyebrows in harmony with each other.
"brush."
Yang Xu mobilized energy to make Qibao Miaoshu shine.
Then, brush towards the young monk:
Hum.
A pure Sanskrit energy turned into a seven-color waterfall and poured into the body of the young monk.
Suddenly.
His pale face became slightly rosy.
The remaining candle in the wind is like a broken candle, which can be broken at any time, and it has a little more vitality.
When he opened his eyes.
The pair of smart and compassionate eyes made De Yangxu unable to move his heart:
"Master, why are you here? What happened here?"
"Amitabha, thank the donor for rescue. It's just that I consumed all my ambitions and cultivation practices, and beheaded the devil's 39 million here. It was already exhausted, and I couldn't go back to heaven."
"Compared to their ancestors who did not swear to become Buddhas in hell, the young monk still lacked a little root of wisdom and could not penetrate Nirvana."
The little monk said.
The breath of his body weakened.
Xiaobai was beside him, and could not help but pull Yang Xu's clothing corner.
Looking at the young monk, Yang Xu couldn't help moving slightly:
"See through Nirvana?"
Do you understand Buddhism?
"The bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a platform. There is nothing, so where is the dust?"
Yang Xu tentatively spoke of this very famous past life, which was cited by countless traversers to pretend to be a Buddha.
really.
The little monk managed to open his eyes attractively.
But the light in his eyes was not glorious.
Yang Xu frowned involuntarily:
"Not working?"
He tried another sentence:
"The body is a bodhi tree, and the heart is like a mirror table, and it is always wiped away so as not to stain the dust."
This remark came out.
The little monk did not respond at all.
Yang Xu sighed in disappointment.
It was at this time.
Buzz!
The young monk frowned, and the suspended relic suddenly burst into light.
It turned into golden water, constantly flowing and deforming into a **** shape, blending into the brow of the young monk.
"As a bodhi tree, my heart is like a mirror table, and I'm always wiping to avoid dust stains... Don't make dust stains." "The donor, the young monk Lingxiu is taught!"
