The Ancient Vast Realm

Hearing his master's words, Feng Xuan not only did not feel disappointed, but was extremely surprised.

The disasters of the Feng Clan have always been a haze hidden in the hearts of every Feng Clan member, and there is no way to avoid it.

However, the Emperor's Sutra that Master taught me today seemed to be specially prepared for me.

When he thought of this, Feng Xuan suddenly seemed to understand something. He didn't believe that such a coincidence could happen in this world. Why did the master just accept him as a disciple? Why did he have this imperial scripture in his hand that was specially used to deal with disasters? .

Seeing Feng Xuan's changing expression, the Master of Ksitigarbha Hall slowly spoke:

"It seems that you have also discovered that I did not accept you as my disciple on a whim.

My master's wife, who was also your master's wife, was a member of the Feng clan, and she was the youngest daughter of the leader of the Feng clan at that time.

My Ksitigarbha lineage has always been plagued by misfortunes because of its practice of burying the nerves. However, your master is the daughter of the patriarch of an ancient clan and the Feng clan, but she has never disliked your master in the slightest.

The Book of Disaster was created by the two of them in order to find a way to restrain the disaster. It not only combined the wisdom of the two of them, but also had the suggestions of the masters of the Feng Clan behind it.

But unfortunately, before they could fully create the Emperor's Scripture, the Feng Clan's disaster struck first."

Speaking of this, the Master of Ksitigarbha Hall was also in a daze, as if he had returned to that day tens of thousands of years ago.

In front of a tomb covered with Cangling flowers, the tomb is not big, only about 10 feet. Compared with those huge tombs, it is extremely inconspicuous. A simple tombstone stands in front of it, with only a few large characters.

Dead Wife——Feng Xiaoer’s Tomb

An old but tall old man stood quietly in front of the tomb holding a small figure.

The old man was wearing a black plain robe, his face was old, and his face was covered with deep wrinkles. Waves of aging air spread all over his body.

And that little figure was only about five or six years old. He was dressed in silver brocade clothes, but his handsome and cute face had no expression at all. His eyes seemed to have no emotion at all, and there was nothing but endless silence.

The old man let go of the child's hand, took out a jar of wine that exuded a faint aroma of wine, and slowly poured it in front of the tombstone.

"Xiao'er, I'm here to see you again. I have accepted a disciple. I call him Wu'e."

The old man sat down cross-legged on the grass, touched the soil stained with the wine with the remaining half of the jar of wine, took a small sip, and forced a smile on his old face.

"I also passed on to him the Sutra of Combating Evils that we created together, so he is considered half of your disciple. Come on, Wu'e, kowtow to Master Niang."

The old man took the child who was standing stupidly beside him and pointed to the tomb in front of him.

Although the child had no expression on his face, after hearing the old man's words, he immediately took a step back, knelt down, and kowtowed three times respectfully to the tomb in front of him.

Looking at the children's actions, the old man also had a look of relief in his eyes.

"Wu'e, you have to remember that your master wife is from the Feng clan..."

The Master of Ksitigarbha Hall remembered that on this day, in front of his wife’s tomb, the Master said a lot, from those he had not understood to some instructions, as if he was explaining some funeral arrangements, but at that time, he Don't understand at all.

Since that day, he rarely saw his master again. Every time he saw him again, he was always older than the last time, and the aura of twilight in his body became stronger day by day.

Until one day, the master never came back.

Ksitigarbha Palace

"So what you mean, Master, is that this scripture to save calamity was not only created by Master, but also perfected by my ancestors from the Feng Clan."

Feng Xuan looked at his master with a complicated expression. He didn't expect that he had such a connection with Ksitigarbha's lineage.

The former ancestor of the Feng clan was actually his master-in-law.

"Yes, maybe this is God's will. You have to practice the Sutra of Combating Disasters well. Even if it cannot completely avoid disasters for you, it can still give you the ability to resist to a certain extent.

This Emperor's Sutra has a shortcoming. People who are not born with bad luck cannot practice it. If you practice it forcefully, there will be no benefit at all. This is also the reason why your senior brothers have never practiced the Sutra of Overcoming Disaster. Of course, this is also the same as this Emperor's Sutra. Perfection's sake.

But you are different. If you can practice this calamity-saving sutra to great perfection, you will not only have a chance of eliminating your own calamity, but you may also be able to dispel the misfortune of your senior brothers."

The Master of Ksitigarbha Hall looked downcast and his expression was a little complicated. He smiled and patted him gently on the shoulder.

"Okay, you have just returned from breaking through the Five Elements Secret Realm. Go back to rest and consolidate your cultivation."

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Xuan saw the scenery in front of him change, and the space was distorted. However, in a flash before his eyes, he had already stood in the main hall of Cangqi Palace again.

At the same time, a plain and majestic voice spread throughout the Ksitigarbha world, and all monks no matter where they were heard this voice.

"From today on, Feng Xuan is my ninth disciple."

The sound of this voice also caused the expressions of everyone in the Ksitigarbha world to change, and most people who were unaware were extremely shocked.

"It's the Lord of the Palace!"

"The Lord of the Palace has accepted another disciple!"

"My ninth son of the Ksitigarbha Realm has finally appeared!"

"Hey, who among you knows the origin of this Ninth Prince?"

At this moment, some people in the Ksitigarbha Hall were jealous and some were surprised.

The jealousy was that such a person who was completely unknown before could be accepted as a disciple by the Hall Master and become a Hall Master of the Ksitigarbha Realm.

You should know that a war hall can only have nine Hall Masters at most, which means that a Hall Master is destined to have only nine disciples at the same time.

And those who were surprised were naturally happy that their Hall Master finally accepted another disciple.

Unlike other war halls, many people know that more than half of the Hall Masters of the Ksitigarbha Hall have died in battle, but the Hall Master did not move up the ranking of the lower-ranked disciples like other halls to replace those who died in battle.

In the past thousand years, the Ksitigarbha Hall Master has only reluctantly accepted the eighth Hall Master as a disciple.

The Hall Masters of each war hall are not only the disciples of the Hall Master, but also the face of the younger generation of a war hall.

The Ksitigarbha Hall has always lagged behind in this regard. After all, no matter how strong the First and Fourth Halls are, they are too few in number. As for the Eighth Hall, they have not yet grown up.

Now there is another Ninth Hall, which means there is one more hope.