Mirroring the changes

Shasheng Temple, Jichan Palace.

The three elders, the heads of the five major Zen temples, gathered here.

"Uncle Master, the disciples who sent the invitations have been sent out.

It will take less than ten days at the latest to deliver them all."

"It will not be late for the ceremony on August 22."

Master Jiyun handed a list to Master Huise with great respect.

Master Huise took the list with a gloomy look.

He exuded a kind of calming temperament from head to toe.

This list was the sects invited by Shasheng Temple to attend the ceremony.

And this day was also the birthday of the ancient Buddha Dipankara.

Shasheng Temple wanted to officially announce its return to the arena through the ceremony.

There were more than a dozen names on the list from top to bottom.

Each of them was a well-known sect in Southern Xinjiang.

The top one was particularly eye-catching, which was the Ghost Sect, the largest sect in Southern Xinjiang today.

The 200 years when the Ghost Cult rose to power were the 200 years when the Killing Temple was closed for practice.

The two old and new sects occasionally had frictions with disciples who went out for training.

But they never formally fought.

This meeting must have attracted great attention.

Under the Ghost Cult is the Dian Cang Sect, the first righteous sect in Southern Xinjiang.

The Dian Cang Sect has a long heritage and extraordinary foundation.

Although it has been eroded by the Ghost Cult in recent years, a lean camel is bigger than a horse.

It is still the first righteous sect in Southern Xinjiang.

Under the Dian Cang Sect are the Nu Jiao Gang, Xiang Fei Valley, Dan Xin Sect, etc.

They are all famous southern Xinjiang sects on the Zhoutian Xingxiu List.

Looking at the list, the obscure elder nodded slightly: "This viewing meeting is related to the foothold of my Killing Temple in Southern Xinjiang."

"So there must not be any mistakes."

Zen Master Jiyun clasped his hands together and chanted a Buddhist name.

"Amitabha~"

"It's just... our Shasheng Temple has been silent for too long. What if they don't come?"

The obscure elder snorted coldly, and his snow-white eyebrows trembled slightly.

"They don't come? Then let's go ask for directions."

Master Jiyun was stunned, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he showed some joy.

"Amitabha, good, good."

After saying that, he bowed and left.

Killing to ask for directions, clearing the door.

This was the slogan left by the sixth generation abbot when he was in office.

The sixth generation abbot was good at evolving the monk formation. Whenever there was a storm, it must be mighty and full of momentum.

The monk formation is extremely powerful, and wherever it passes, it is miserable.

Therefore, no one in southern Xinjiang dares to touch the eyebrows of Shasheng Temple.

When Shasheng Temple was first founded, it was based on the meaning of killing to eliminate karma, "killing to protect life, killing karma is not killing people".

Although it advocates killing to stop killing, its fundamental principle is good.

Moreover, Monk Bukong killed the Red Sky Demon King with one move, and the Killing Temple was classified as the righteous camp at that time.

The second and third generations were the same.

Until the fourth generation abbot, he practiced the "Joy Zen" and began to harm mortals and mistakenly entered the devil's way.

The reputation of the Killing Temple plummeted.

It was also from that time that the Killing Temple was classified as the devil's way.

Who knew that from then on, the Killing Temple would go further and further on the road of the devil.

By the fifth generation abbot, he was a martial arts fanatic monk, and he did not discipline the monks in the temple, so the notoriety of killing gradually rose.

By the sixth generation, destroying people's sects and breaking people's inheritance had become commonplace.

So there was the saying "killing to ask for directions, clearing the door".

It's just that after two hundred years of silence, I don't know how many sects still remember this sentence.

...

South Xinjiang, Ghost Sect.

In the central tomb.

On the altar, a ghostly fire flickered, revealing a strange human face.

"Killing Buddha? Ceremony?"

"Hehehe, interesting."

"Our people haven't arrived yet, but they invited us first."

"That's perfect, we will meet the number one demon from two hundred years ago."

"I have prepared a great gift for them."

"Hehehe~"

...

In an inn more than 20 miles away from the Ghost Cult.

A man stood on the second floor, looking out the window.

He had red hair, was at least nine feet tall, had muscular body, round eyes, square mouth, and upturned nose.

He had a natural wild temperament.

At this time, he was holding a secret letter in his hand, the content of the letter should be what he wanted, and his face couldn't help showing ecstasy: "It's done!"

"I will liberate the Killing Forest!"

The strong man clenched his fist, and the wildness in his eyes seemed to turn into flames.

A fierce aura swept around him.

Bang~

Excited, he raised his big hand and clapped.

The window sill was turned into dust.

The whole inn was shocked.

"Oh my god!"

"The idiot upstairs is destroying the house!"

"Sorry, sorry, I couldn't control myself."

"Next time, pack up and get out."

"Okay, okay~"

The man wiped his sweat and nodded to the proprietress outside the window.

...

Bukong Mountain.

In the cave of the fourth generation abbot.

Li Chen stopped practicing and stood still, but suddenly he felt something in his heart.

It was the blood-winged demon mosquito in the rosary.

The next second, he had arrived at the Blood Sea Spirit Pearl Realm.

The last time, the human Yuan Dan on the white bone giant tree was only about the size of a peanut.

But after just a few days, the white bone giant tree was already full of fruits.

Except for one of them that did not change much, the others grew a lot, and the smallest one was the size of a walnut.

And He Cangwu's human Yuan fruit grew into a human shape the size of a palm.

At this time, a ball of black air lingered, emitting golden light.

It looked like it was about to evolve.

No wonder the blood-winged demon mosquito let itself come.

The human Yuan fruit evolved into a human Yuan doll, which can produce divine thoughts and have the ability to perceive.

Thinking of this, Li Chen summoned the misty smoke and wrapped himself up.

The misty smoke can block the human Qi, that is, the five senses.

It is impossible to see from the outside to the inside.

Soon the human Yuan fruit finally stopped changing.

[Human Yuan Doll: (He Cangwu)]

[Human Yuan Doll: The white bone giant tree received the vitality feedback from the demon species, and it was pregnant with the human Yuan fruit.

After the human Yuan fruit matures, it can separate a wisp of the original spirit of the body, produce spiritual intelligence, and grow into a human Yuan doll. 】

This human Yuan doll really looks like a baby, chubby, with a small braid on his head.

Hanging on the tree branch, trembling.

But he pretended to be indifferent, vaguely like a Q version of He Cangwu.

...

South Xinjiang, Ghost Cult.

In a dark tomb.

He Cangwu, surrounded by ghost energy, sweating profusely on his face.

During this period, he has been practicing in seclusion, and his injuries have finally recovered.

But in the Dantian, there is a little vermilion "blood drop" hanging on it, and there is a "black hole" below.

Especially since the black hole appeared at the bottom of the Dantian, it feels that the efficiency of practice has dropped a lot.

Could it be because the use of "Ghost King's Wrath" this time hurt the foundation of the body?

When he thought of this, He Cangwu became more and more worried.

So he bravely separated a wisp of Yuanshen and probed into the black hole.

Everything was normal at first, but suddenly a suction came, and his Yuanshen began to be out of control.

Being torn apart and sucked into a black hole.

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