My Young Lord Is Really Righteous

Boom——

The ringing of the small bell drives the ringing of the big bell.

A mighty bell rang, as if full of mysterious power, stirring between the heaven and the earth.

Melodious, solemn, solemn...

Like the endless brilliance released from the center of a blooming lotus, it swept in all directions like waves.

Under Wangchuan Temple, at this moment, there seemed to be a terrible existence revived.

The eighty-first sounded, and it seemed that it was not just the bell.

Dead silence.

The whole world fell into deathly silence.

In the martial arts arena, there was a complete silence.

There was only the cold and solemn wind blowing continuously over the Wuliang Mountain Wangchuan Temple, and the whimpering that came from it, and the sound of blowing gravel on the ground and grinding the ground.

Ring the Ten Thousand Buddha Bell eighty-one...

What kind of monster is this?

Even Master Yuanshang, who is a first-rank eminent monk, can ring the Ten Thousand Buddhas Bell nine times at most, nine times and eighty-one times, which is simply the gap between heaven and earth.

The entire Wangchuan Temple, an ancient temple with thousands of years old, seemed to be completely revived at the moment when the bell rang eighty-one times.

Master Farrow looked excited, and his long eyebrows were trembling slightly.

Master Yuan Shang folded his palms together and his whole body was shaking.

Kuyue was better, but she just stared at Luo Hong fanatically, her gaze did not look like a monk at all.

At the martial arts arena, a group of monks looked at Luo Hong as if they were looking at a real Buddha at this moment.

The most important thing is that sitting cross-legged on the white jade lotus platform, the figure with the upper body of the naked fruit under the Ten Thousand Buddha Bells has a bright Zhengyang aura, and in the Zhengyang aura, there is also a little bit of Buddha's light.

The condensed phantom bell is the most shocking.

Is that... the phantom of the Buddha bell? !

"Is this... the legendary Buddha image?"

"It is rumored that only the disciples of the Buddha can condense the appearance of the Buddha... Is Luo Hong a disciple of the Buddha?"

"The painstaking Buddhist son who betrayed the temple also condensed a Buddha image. In one generation... are there two Buddhist disciples?"

On the martial arts arena, there was a loud noise that exploded.

Many monks looked at Luo Hong enthusiastically, but after the enthusiasm, they all started whispering to each other.

Under the ancient clock.

Luo Hong opened his eyes, and there was a small Buddha bell in his dantian. Luo Hong was also helpless and desperate.

He also didn't quite understand why there was such a small bell condensed in his dantian.

Saint Xuying, Miss Demon Sword, and now there is another Buddhist bell...to play mahjong, where is one of the three missing?

Of course, Luo Hong remembered that there seemed to be a phantom of an evil god in the Meixin Niwan Palace. However, based on Luo Hong's understanding of evil gods like Erha, this guy seems to be incompatible with these three, so... or three missing one.

Luo Hong opened his eyes.

The whole world was silent, and countless pairs of eyes stared at him, full of shock and enthusiasm.

It was no longer oppressive eyes, these monks looked at him with a little respect, as for what they were respecting... It seemed that they were respecting the little bell in his dantian.

The little clock that was forced to tremble in a corner by the phantom of the saint and the magic sword Asura?

Luo Hong opened his mouth and let out a breath slowly.

A breath of turbid air seemed to be howling wind, rolling up the earth and roaring.

Luo Hong's eyes sparkled.

Standing up, bare upper body, the muscles of the whole body are clear and smooth.

This time, the eighty-one ringing of the bell was a huge gain for Luo Hong. His martial arts cultivation had broken through to the fourth rank, and his evil cultivation had also entered the fourth rank.

It's a pity that the cultivation of swordsmanship has not reached the fourth rank, but there is no way, the talent is poor, Luo Hong admits it.

At first, Luo Hong really just wanted to knock nine times, but unfortunately, he couldn't control it later.

The main reason is that Saint Xuying, Miss Demon Sword, and Erha-like evil gods came out to join in the fun one after another, which made him so excited... he couldn't stop.

Fortunately, nothing major happened.

Luo Hong smiled.

And he just smiled.

Click...

There were thick cracks and dense cracks in the martial arts field under his feet.

Luo Hong's smile suddenly froze, a little embarrassed.

Rumble!

Around the Wangchuan Temple, there was a wave of strong energy, and a huge golden Buddha statue emerged in the void, overlooking Luo Hong.

The oppressive atmosphere seemed to be the court of ten thousand Buddhas, and the world became bleak at this moment.

Luo Hong's expression changed slightly, what's wrong?

The eighty-one ringing of the bell, the monks of Wangchuan Temple are going to turn their backs on him?

buzz buzz...

The sound of countless Sanskrit singing resounded, as if lingering in the entire world.

All the Buddha statues seem to be overlooking Luo Hong.

suddenly.

Luo Hong's expression froze, he raised his head, and looked at the sky around Wangchuan Temple.

There is the sound of neighing horseshoes, even the roar of strange beasts, and the cry of goshawks spreading their wings.

Various means of flying across the sky emerged, and a chariot showed a bright brilliance in the void.

Not only that, but there are all kinds of tyrannical auras coming from all directions.

These are the strong men from all directions who were attracted by the eighty-one bells struck by Luo Hong.

There are Daxia, Dachu, Dazhou, Jinzhang Wangting and other major forces.

Domineering breaths soared into the sky one after another, all of which were of high-grade monks, second-rank, first-rank, martial arts, swordsmen...

This is still relatively close to Wangchuan Temple, and even the powerhouses of the major forces located around Wangchuan Temple have been staring at and guarding Wangchuan Temple. The Ten Thousand Buddha Bells sounded eighty-one.

Who turned the Buddha and martial arts of Wangchuan Temple for thousands of years!

"Luo Hong?"

"This son seems to be...the grandson of King Zhenbei, Luo Hong, the son of Luo Rentu?"

"Isn't he in Anping County? How did he come to Wangchuan Temple?!"

Above the sky, many strong men gazed at each other in astonishment, disbelief, and doubt.

They thought that the person who rang the Ten Thousand Buddha Bell for eighty-one rings might be a certain supreme being, or it might be an eminent monk from Wangchuan Temple who was a half-step true Buddha who had condensed the Bodhisattva fruit.

result……

Just a brat? !

What is Luo Hong's cultivation level?

Before ringing the bell, he was only a fifth-rank swordsman. With this level of cultivation, not to mention eighty-one rings, even three rings would be as difficult as reaching the sky.

Therefore, many strong people are so surprised.

What does the eighty-one ringing of the Wanfo Bell mean?

Those who can be arranged around Wangchuan Temple by the major forces and spy secretly know Wangchuan Temple very well.

Eighty-one ten thousand Buddha bells ring, which may involve opening a big secret of Wangchuan Temple!

In the classic records of many forces, that secret place seems to be called... Ksitigarbha!

This secret place has been buried for a thousand years, and the Wanfo Bell has not been struck for eighty-one rings for a thousand years.

Now, that record has been broken.

The uproar resounded endlessly above the sky.

Many people are wondering how Luo Hong appeared in Wangchuan Temple, and how he rang the Wanfo Bell...

Isn't this son in Anping County?

In Anping County, Luo Hong shouted the slogan "The sky is dead, and the yellow sky should be established", and his actions against Xia by pointing his sword at the sky have already spread throughout the world.

As soon as Emperor Xia, who was closed in the deep palace, opened his mouth, he condensed the imperial decree and oppressed Luo Hong.

Because Luo Hong, who stayed in Anping County, had already become the focus of the world. No one thought that Luo Hong not only did not stay in Anping County, but appeared in Wangchuan Temple thousands of miles away.

It also made a bell ring eighty-one times...

This guy...how can he be so troublesome? !

Even across such a large area to engage in trouble.

Many strong men in the luxurious chariots in the sky were speechless.

But many people also thought of something, Luo Hong appeared in Wangchuan Temple... Maybe it was because of the crazy seventh son of the Luo family, Luo Xiaobei.

For a while, many strong men's eyes flickered.

The eighty-one ringing of the Wanfo Bell is a grand event that has never happened in a thousand years.

Next, it is conceivable that these thousands of years old temple may become the focus of countless people's attention in the world, and it will become the center of the vortex of the rivers and lakes.

The most important thing is that many experts are concerned about whether the rumored Buddhist Ksitigarbha Secret Realm will really be opened.

Many people find it funny.

A fifth-rank monk opened the secret realm of Buddhism that had been silent for thousands of years.

There is an inexplicable strange feeling.

Boom boom boom!

These strong men wanted to land in the martial arts field of Wangchuan Temple.

However, the phantom shadows of the big Buddhas all around are all stretched out in front of the Buddha's palm.

"Amitabha."

The Buddha's name resounded, and the heaven and the earth trembled.

Countless Sanskrit sounds surged in the clouds like a dragon.

Puff puff puff!

Many masters who wanted to land on the martial arts field were all vomiting blood by these Buddha shadows.

On the martial arts arena.

Master Farrow also reacted at this moment.

He took a deep look at Luo Hong, and never thought that Luo Hong could actually do this, ringing the bell eighty-one times...

What a freak!

No wonder the head of the Buddha personally asked Luo Hong to ring the bell by name.

You know, this time the eighty-one bells rang all over the world.

With so many strong people attracted by Wangchuan Temple and gathering at Wangchuan, the Buddhist luck and martial arts fortune of Wangchuan Temple will also skyrocket.

Master Faro suppressed the excitement in his heart, turned his head and looked at the many masters around who were vomiting blood under the shock of the Buddha's shadow.

"Amitabha."

"After all, Wangchuan Temple has carried thousands of years. You don't look at the monk's face to see the Buddha's face. If you want to enter the temple, you can follow the rules of Wangchuan Temple and climb up from the stone steps at the foot of the mountain."

"It's too presumptuous for you benefactors to go directly to the martial arts field."

Master Farrow said lightly.

His words fell, and in the void, many strong men held their breath, not daring to raise any objections.

The main reason is that these Buddha shadows are all first-rank eminent monks who have condensed the Bodhisattva fruit. The background of a holy place like Wangchuan Temple is not something they dare to resist.

Compared with the miraculous Kunlun Palace, Wangchuan Temple may be only slightly worse.

"Master Farrow was joking, I'm just delusional."

All the powerhouses laughed dryly in the void.

They really wanted to land directly on the martial arts field just now.

Luo Hong rang the Ten Thousand Buddha Bell for eighty-one rings, fearing that it would really trigger the unsurpassed Ksitigarbha Secret Realm, so they couldn't wait.

One after another, chariots landed under the mountain gate of Wangchuan Temple.

Many masters stepped forward one after another, stepping up the stone steps honestly.

And in all directions of Wangchuan Temple, there are still many masters coming.

On the martial arts arena.

Master Farrow came to Luo Hong's side with a gentle smile on his face.

He ordered the little monk to fetch a neat white monk robe, and asked Luo Hong to put it on temporarily.

Luo Hong didn't refuse, after all, Chiguo's upper body was indeed not very elegant, especially when surrounded by a bunch of monks with shining eyes, he was even more embarrassed to see it.

However, Master Farrow took a step back and bowed deeply to Luo Hong.

Master Yuan Shang, Monk Kuyue, and many monks on the martial arts field all looked at Luo Hong with complicated expressions.

"Thank you, Master Luo, for ringing the bell for eighty-one times, and revitalizing the thousand-year Buddhist and martial arts fortune of Chuan Temple..."

"The poor monk, as the abbot of Wangchuan Temple, is very grateful."

Master Farrow, sincerely.

Luo Hongdao: "Master Faro, the clock is also striking, can you let me meet Uncle Qi?"

Although the bell rang eighty-one times, and even though there seemed to be a small Buddha bell gathered in the dantian, Luo Hong understood that those were secondary, and his main purpose of coming to Wangchuan Temple was to see Qiboluo Xiaobei.

"Amitabha."

"You can."

Master Farrow said.

It's just that Master Faro's expression was a bit strange: "However, the bell rang eighty-one, and everyone in the world knows that there will be countless powerful people gathering at Wangchuan Temple..."

"Even if benefactor Luo meets benefactor Luo Xiaobei, he may not be able to easily lead benefactor Luo Xiaobei out of Wangchuan Temple."

Master Farrow said.

Hearing this, Luo Hong couldn't help frowning slowly.

Indeed, he has already felt the powerhouse gathered at the foot of Wangchuan Temple Mountain.

"Master Farrow, you tricked me..."

Luo Hongdao.

"This bell...you asked me to ring it. I just want to meet Uncle Qi. Now I have attracted so many experts, what should I say?"

Master Farrow's expression froze.

Amitabha... Fuck!

The old monk just asked you to ring the bell for nine rings, but I didn't expect you to ring the bell for eighty-one rings!

However, Master Fa Luo still had a smile on his face: "The Buddha said that everything is predestined..."

"Of course, the gathering of many strong men is not necessarily for the benefactor Luo Xiaobei. To a large extent, they are also for the Buddhist Ksitigarbha secret realm that will be opened soon after the benefactor Luo rings the bell eighty-one times."

Master Farrow said.

Hearing this, Luo Hong's face changed again: "Did you ring the bell and open a secret realm by the way?"

What is by the way?

The Ksitigarbha Secret Realm has been buried for thousands of years, and ordinary people can't open it at all, okay?

Master Farrow still had a smile on his face, and nodded enigmatically.

"The Ksitigarbha Secret Realm is more powerful than the Heavenly Mystery Secret Realm that Lord Luo entered before, and it has more opportunities. The Buddha said... the Ksitigarbha Wheel is opened, hell is not empty, and the opening of this secret realm will shake the world."

Master Farrow said.

"It's none of my business to shake the world. I opened the secret realm. What good will it do?"

Luo Hong pouted.

"There is no benefit at all. Even among those who can enter the secret realm, many of them will be my enemies. They are the ones who want to put me to death. Instead, I will open the secret realm to make them stronger..."

"Master Farrow, tell me... Is it a loss for me to open this secret realm?"

Luo Hong said seriously.

Master Farrow frowned slightly when he heard this.

Because, according to what Luo Hong said, it seems that he is indeed at a loss.

"Master Farrow, as the opener of this secret realm, can I refuse the entry of other people? Only my son can enter?"

Luo Hong asked.

Master Farrow clasped his palms together and shook his head: "No."

Luo Hong asked again: "Then I can name names so that no one can enter the secret realm?"

Master Farrow sighed and shook his head again: "No."

Luo Hong asked again: "Then can you close the secret realm? Everyone, don't enter."

Master Farrow smiled wryly and shook his head: "No."

Luo Hong spread his hands and smiled: "This is not acceptable, and that is not acceptable... Then what is the use of this secret realm to me?"

Master Farrow took a deep breath, and there seemed to be a soft moan resounding in his ears.

The next moment, Master Farrow's frown was slightly relaxed, with a smile on his face.

"The head of the Buddha said that Wangchuan Temple can let the young master customize the rules for entering the secret realm."

Master Faro folded his palms together and said slowly.

Custom rules.

This face is big enough!

Hearing this, Luo Hong narrowed his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"Then no one above rank five can enter."

Luo Hong laughed.

Master Faro's expression froze, and the Buddha's head seemed to be silent for a while.

The fifth rank is not allowed to enter, what is the difference between you and not allowing everyone to enter?

Master Faro listened for a while, and said: "The Buddha said, the realm is too low. If you enter the secret realm, you may all die, and no one will live."

Luo Hong raised his eyebrows: "Then the third rank and above are not allowed."

Master Farrow, smiled: "It's still low."

Luo Hong sighed, and said, "No one above the second grade can enter."

After speaking, he stared at Master Farrow.

Master Farrow smiled brightly, looked at Luo Hong, and folded his palms together.

"The Buddha said, yes."

Words fell.

Farrow clasped his palms together, the ground under his feet was cracked and broken, his cassock was flying, and the monk's robe flew upside down, floating in the air.

The cracked ground of the Martial Arts Field cracked again, and in the cracks, there was a majestic and majestic aura, rushing into the Nine Heavens.

The strong men who were originally climbing on the stone ladder of the mountain path suddenly raised their heads, and their expressions changed.

They stared at the mountain top illuminated by the Buddha's light.

But see.

On Foshan.

If hell befalls!

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