Fantasy Starts With The Ancient Eucharist

"The general cultivator Qi Deviation is because of too much pursuit of a powerful force, which leads to a paranoid mentality. The poor monks only need to recite the clear heart mantra to help them free from pain."

Vulcan abbot said in a deep voice, "But hostility is the unique evil aura of the undead. It can trap a strong person like Xiao Donor, and I am afraid it is derived from the hostility of the ancestor of the zombies."

"The poor monk wanted to repay the benefactor for his relief, but he really had more than enough energy."

After listening to Vulcan Abbot's words, Xiao Lin was not disappointed, smiled and nodded: "Thank you Vulcan Abbot, I will think of other ways."

Abbot Vulcan was able to know the hostility and judged that the hostility originated from the ancestor of the zombie, which is already very remarkable.

In fact, Xiao Lin didn't expect Vulcan Abbot to help him get rid of the shackles of hostility.

Even the rich knowledge of Ming Emperor Bogu Tongjin is helpless with these hostility, how could Abbot Vulcan know an effective method?

Xiao Lin thanked the Abbot of Vulcan and got up and was about to leave. Abbot of Vulcan opened his mouth to stop him: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid!"

"Although the poor monk cannot help you get rid of the shackles of hostility, it can help you count!"

"The old man once practiced Qimen Dunjia and is proficient in the art of divination, and the results of the divination have always been accurate. Maybe I can calculate when you can ask for hostility."

"Oh?"

Xiao Lin showed interest: "Then I thanked the abbot of Vulcan in advance. How do I divination?"

Vulcan Abbot’s cupped hands pointed to the bronze cauldron full of clear water in front of him, and said with a smile: “Donor Xiao only needs to bite his finger and squeeze a drop of blood into this Wenwang cauldron, and the poor monk can gain insight into your destiny.”

Without thinking about it, Xiao Lin directly bit his fingertips with his teeth and squeezed a drop of blood into the copper cauldron.

Xiao Lin's blood dripped into the clear water, like a drop of red ink, instantly dyeing the clear and transparent water into a deep red.

The abbot of Vulcan was holding his beard in one hand and the Buddha's name in the other, squinting his eyes to carefully watch the intersection and fusion of bloodshot and clear water in the copper cauldron.

Suddenly, the abbot of Vulcan suddenly widened his eyes, and cold sweat came out of his forehead.

After about half a minute, Xiao Lin's blood stained the entire cauldron of water as red as blood.

After the whole cauldron's blood turned red, it seemed to be boiled, and it began to boil violently, and densely gurgling bubbles appeared.

"This...what's going on?!"

The Vulcan Abbot, who had always been Bubo Gujing, almost jumped up in shock, his face was full of incredible horror.

"This is impossible, this is impossible..."

The boiling did not last too long, because only a moment later, the whole cauldron of blood was burned out, leaving only a layer of black and red blood ash, which settled on the bottom of the copper cauldron.

Xiao Lin asked doubtfully; "Abbot Vulcan, what does this mean?"

"Excuse me, have you divined my fate?"

The Vulcan Abbot's face was pale, and he sat down again with a trembling body, looking at Xiao Lin's eyes as if he were looking at a monster, full of horror.

"Donor Xiao, you...your destiny..."

The abbot of Vulcan was hesitant and incoherent, and he seemed to dare not speak the next words at all.

Xiao Lin's suspicion grew in his heart: "Abbot Vulcan, just say, no matter what kind of fate, I can accept it calmly."

However, before Xiao Lin's words fell, the abbot of Vulcan suddenly widened his eyes, spit out a mouthful of blood, staggered and collapsed to the ground.

"Abbot, what's the matter with you?"

Xiao Lin was startled slightly, the Vulcan abbot said with a wry smile: "It's nothing, Donor Xiao, the poor monk has a glimpse of a heaven that shouldn't be known, so he deserves to be punished like this."

With that, the abbot of Vulcan stood up solemnly, and then fell to the ground with a plop on his knees.

"Abbot, what are you doing?"

Xiao Lin was surprised, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to help: "Get up, please!"

"No, Donor Xiao, the poor monk is determined to repent and apologize in front of the Buddha until he kneels to death!"

The abbot of Vulcan said firmly: "Unless you can promise the poor monk one thing!"

"What's the matter?" Xiao Lin asked puzzledly.

"I have just seen the fate through Wenwangding, but it is not your fate, but the fate of this continent."

The abbot of Vulcan was pale, and muttered to himself: "I saw that Donor Xiao led eight good generals, millions of soldiers, blood-washed the entire Cangwu Continent, killed all cultivators, and destroyed all houses. The Cangwu Continent has become a purgatory on earth with thousands of miles of corpses and rivers of blood flowing..."

"Your army is like a wave, and your Cultivation Base is shimmering. The iron hoof that can stop you in the world can only watch the butcher knife fall on their neck..."

Xiao Lin was stunned when he heard it, and couldn't help but wave his hand and laughed: "Abbot Vulcan, you just laughed."

"Let's not say whether I have the ability to bloodbath this continent, even if I had it, I would never do it."

"I love this land deeply and the people of this land. I will deal with any enemy who tries to invade this land at all costs. How can I destroy this land by myself?"

"Donor Xiao, Wenwangding never tells any lies. The poor monk believes in this sacred object bestowed by the Buddha."

The abbot of Vulcan kneeled respectfully and smiled bitterly: "The poor monk wants to beg you, please don't destroy our temples and temples when you slaughter and bloodbath this continent."

"These temples enshrine the sacred body of the Buddha, and they are the purest and most flawless pure land in the world. Today, the poor monks are willing to change the fate of these temples and temples with their lives..."

"Well, Abbot Vulcan, I promise you that, please get up soon!"

Xiao Lin helped the Abbot of Vulcan and said seriously: "Even if one day, Xiao Lin will lead my troops to wash the Cangwu Continent with blood, I will never disturb even a temple or kill even a monk."

"Thank you, thank you Master Xiao, the poor monk must bow his head three times in the morning and dusk, and make incense sticks day and night, begging the Buddha for blessing your grace."

Abbot Vulcan was so grateful that he almost burst into tears, and took out a porcelain bottle the size of a thumb belly from his arms.

"As a price in exchange for the safety of the temple, the poor monk is willing to offer this treasure, and it will definitely help the donor Xiao to use it!"

Xiao Lin caught it with both hands, and even if he was separated from the porcelain bottle, he could feel the hot temperature inside the porcelain bottle, which made his palms feel a burning sensation.

"Abbot of Vulcan, what is this?"

"The Buddha enshrined in this Yanshen Temple is called the Fire God Buddha. It is said that before the Fire God Buddha ascended to the fairyland, the Cultivation Base and the body were condensed together and refined into this treasure, leaving behind for the benefit of future generations."

Vulcan Elder said solemnly: "This treasure is called...Blood Cloud Buddha!"

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