Chapter 8.3

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date="2020-12-24"

title="Chapter 8.3 "

weight="113484"

series = ["My Legend Still Exists in the Cultivation World"]

mode = "manual"

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On that day, under the empty rod, the wilds were swept away, and ten thousand demons fell down.

The projection of the Snake Emperor dissipated, the old blood corpse was wounded and escaped, and the formation inside and outside the demon tower was restored.

In front of the tower gate, ten thousand monks chanted a spell and sealed the demon tower again.

At this point, Sanjie Temple finally recovered its tranquility.

On the square, Kongmiao read the Buddha's horn and said: "You donors are frightened today."

Everyone was afraid, and someone asked, "Master Kong Miao, what is going on?"

Why did Kongmiao come back from death? Why did the old blood corpse and the snake king choose to do things on the same day? Is there a connection between the two?

Not to mention the guests who came to mourn, even the high monks in the Sanjie Temple looked at Kongmiao in confusion.

Kong Miao: "I know you have many questions, please wait a moment."

He nodded to Jue Yuan, who instructed his disciples to bring Jingwu up.

Everyone just remembered, isn’t it pure enlightenment that triggered this change today? There was only a big battle, but he was ignored.

For a moment, the two monks carried Jingwu to Kongmiao. At this time, Jingwu was full of blood and people were still in a coma.

Kongmiao's index finger lightly tapped Jingwu's forehead, and the latter's eyelids moved slightly, slowly opening his eyes.

"Jing Wu, do you remember what you did?" Kong Miao asked in harmony.

Jing Wu shook his head blankly, then his eyes widened suddenly, "Master! How are you..." Are you still alive?

Kongmiao looked at another monk with a serious face. The other party was Jue Ming, the elder of the Discipline Hall. At this moment, he sternly said: "Jing Wu, you privately destroyed the inner formation of the demon tower, and even the demon broke through the gate of the tower and ruined many disciples in our temple. Are you convicted?!"

Jing Wu was shocked, "I don't have one!"

Jue Ming: "This matter is visible to everyone, do you still have to argue? Say, why are you betraying the human race?!"

Jing Wu looked around and saw that everyone was looking at him with confusion, doubt, hatred, heartache... He finally slowly digested what Jue Ming had said, only feeling cold all over, and couldn't help shaking.

What did he really do? Really killed many fellow students?

Jing Wu didn't have a bit of memory, but he wasn't sure now.

It's like when everyone says that the crow is white, even if you think it is black, you will wonder if you are wrong? Jing Wu seemed to be in a quagmire, full of stench, but he just didn't understand how it fell.

In the end, he could only look at Kongmiao helplessly, and said in a panic: "No disciples!"

Kongmiao looked at him for a long while, sighed silently, and stretched out a hand to stroke Jing Wu's head.

"Master..." Jue Ming couldn't help but yelled.

Everyone thought that Kong Miao had to deal with Jing Wu, even Jingyue thought so.

Jingwu closed his eyes calmly. If everyone thinks he is guilty and his argument is beyond dispute, then dying in the hands of Master Kong Miao is the best destination.

He felt a wave of Buddha power pouring from Baihui acupoint, it was warm and there was no discomfort.

Suddenly, the body became stiff.

"Come out!"

When someone saw Kongmiao grabbing his five fingers, he caught a ray of black energy, which was struggling in Kongmiao's hands, making a harsh scream.

"That is……"

"It's a dream monster." Jingyue recognized it immediately.

Kongmiao said solemnly: "Yes. This evil thing is lurking in the body of Jing Wu, controlling his mind and making him a big mistake!"

As soon as he spoke, there was an uproar in the room.

——The dream monster is also a monster, but it is conceived by the human heart, and Buddhist cultivation is the easiest to breed the dream monster. Once there is a dream monster lurking in the human body, the soul can be controlled by the other party, and the host is not aware of it.

In other words, the pure understanding is really not knowing.

Kongmiao received the Buddha's power slightly, and the dream demon got a chance to breathe, and gradually condensed into a human face-the facial features were blurred, only a nose could be seen vaguely, and three black holes at the mouth of the eye.

The dream demon had its own spiritual knowledge, so he mocked with his shrill voice: "A high-ranking monk has cultivated a heart demon. Not only did he collaborate with the demon clan to open the door to the demon tower, he also killed his disciples. A disciple who is wicked, what else does the Sanjie Temple look like as the head of Buddhist cultivation in the world?"

Jing Wu, who was still in shock, suddenly raised his head, "What did you say? Kill...who?"

"Jiejie..." Mengmo's face twisted strangely, "Don't you know? You killed Huiyuan."

"You bullshit!"

"Do you want to deny what you have done yourself?" Mengmo was very excited, "That Huiyuan is so stupid. He clearly discovered my existence, but he couldn't bear to hurt you, and he didn't want outsiders to know that you gave birth to a demon. You were criticized for trying to purify me."

"But I'm your companion, and it's you. If you don't get rid of your demons, how can I be purified?"

Jing Wu's whole person froze into a stone statue, and he didn't even know when he had a demon.

Mengmo smiled happily when she saw this, "When Huiyuan was killed by you, she was just as unbelievable as you. She was killed in the hands of her master, so she would not die!"

Hearing this, everyone in the field couldn't help feeling sympathy. As for Jing Wu, he couldn't control his mood anymore. A mouthful of blood spurted out, and he raised his palm to hit the dream monster, but was stopped by Kongmiao halfway.

"Jing Wu, he is your demon, you can't beat him to death."

Jing Wu was taken aback, and then he realized that the dream demon was deliberately agitating him. The more affected his mind, the stronger the dream demon's strength.

"Whether we are cultivating the Tao or the Buddha, we are fighting against the heavens. If we are not careful, we will go astray. Only those who are truly strong in their hearts can point straight to the great road. Pure enlightenment, think about why Huiyuan died, you still Are you not awake?"

Word by word fell into Jing Wu's ears, and he looked around blankly, a little bit unable to see everyone's face.

He always thought that Huiyuan died because of her devildom. He didn't expect that it was his own demon who killed Huiyuan.

He can't accept it, so how can he be sober?

In a trance, Jing Wu heard someone call "Master", the voice was very soft and strange, but it made a little light in his misty sight.

The spot of light got bigger and bigger, leading him to step forward instinctively.

As soon as he stepped into the light, Jing Wu saw a baby lying beside the mountain road, his thin arms struggling feebly in the swaddling, even crying seemed to be absent. He approached cautiously, holding the baby in his arms, and the other party immediately stopped crying, his youthful appearance reflected in his black and white eyes.

He took the baby back to Sanjie Temple, and gave the other party a chant called "Huiyuan".

Huiyuan grew up a year, and the white and fat little monk looked very lovable. Who doesn't like the monks in the temple? But Huiyuan only likes to stick to him, always chanting "Master" in her mouth.

"Master, Huiyuan picked up a wounded rabbit today. Master, can you cure it?"

"Master, I made a mistake. I threw the snapping turtle into the release pond. It killed the fish raised by Uncle Jingxin..."

"Master, today I met Master Kong Miao, who praised me! You said, can I become a Buddha in the future?"

"Master, I can breathe! I finally feel what Buddha power is!"

Huiyuan's joyful smile slowly dissipated like ripples, and the picture in front of her suddenly turned into a hall.

"Master, come in." Huiyuan outside the hall beckoned to herself.

Can't go in!

Jing Wu looked at the dark palace gate, always feeling a sense of uncertainty.

"Master, you are coming soon." Huiyuan urged.

Jing Wu wanted to take Huiyuan away, but his steps moved towards the hall uncontrollably.

Finally, he came to the gate of the hall.

The hall was very dark, the Buddha statue in front of him was hidden in the shadow, and the smile on his lips was slightly evil.

Jing Wu saw someone sitting in front of the Buddha statue with his back to him, with a forbidden spirit rope tied to his body, while the youthful Huiyuan knelt aside, tears in his eyes, and said to the person: "Master, don't blame me, wait for me After purifying the dream monster, it will unlock it for you."

Huiyuan knocked her head heavily, sat upright, muttering scriptures in her mouth.

One by one, the magic spells came out of his mouth and penetrated into the body of the tied person. The latter wailed in pain, fell to the ground and rolled over, shouting: "Stop! Huiyuan, do you dare to kill the teacher?" !"

"Stop it! Stop it!!"

Huiyuan looked sorrowful and cursed continuously.

don't know how long it took, the person who was tied up suddenly screamed, and there was no sound.

"Master?" Huiyuan called out cautiously.

The hall was quiet, and no one answered.

"Master? You, what's wrong with you?"

There was a hint of panic in Huiyuan's tone, he walked to the person on his knees and turned him over.

Jing Wu outside the gate of the temple widened his eyes instantly-he saw his face!

By the way, Huiyuan has been calling that man Master! But he is obviously here?

His lips moved slightly to remind Huiyuan, but he couldn't make a sound, and his body was sealed, unable to move.

I saw the "Jing Wu" lying on the ground with a white face and no ups and downs in his chest.

"Master, Master..."

Huiyuan stretched out her hand and probed for her pulse.

Suddenly, he withdrew his hand quickly, and sat down suddenly, his eyes filled with panic, and cold sweat fell on his face.

After a while, Huiyuan quickly got up, turned her head and rushed out of the hall!

"Yes! Come out! Get out of him!"

Jing Wu roared hysterically, but it was a pity that Huiyuan could not hear at all, and even stopped.

Huiyuan stood there for a while, with some hesitation in her eyes, and finally turned back and squatted beside Jingwu, as if she wanted to untie the forbidden spirit rope.

Almost for an instant, Jingwu guessed Huiyuan’s thoughts--the disciple saw that the master was in a bad situation and asked for help, and worried that he would be known that the master had given birth to a demon, so he had to remove the forbidden cord and pretend to be a master. lose consciousness... Or, paused breathing.

"Don't unlock it! Danger!!!"

However, Jingwu's silent cry had no meaning. He watched the forbidden spirit rope fall to the side. The "Jingwu" who was lying on the ground suddenly violently burst, and a red light was about to penetrate Huiyuan's body!

Jing Wu knows inexplicably, that light can shred the meridians of Huiyuan's inner palace, causing him to be in a falsehood!

"Run away!!!"

Jing Wu roared, but there was still no sound, and everything was too late.

Huiyuan's unbelievable eyes gradually enlarged in her Jing Wu vision, and they were still as distinct as they were at first sight.

He saw a little bit of blood oozing out of the surface of Huiyuan's skin, and the monk's robe was quickly wetted; he heard Huiyuan's dying call: "Master...Father..."

"He is not your master! He is a demon!!!"

Jing Wu only felt a heart-piercing pain, and his brain buzzed, like ten thousand thunders exploded, splitting his soul into pieces.

"what!!!!!"

Jing Wu roared wildly, and only felt the blood all over his body boiling, and the bones made a "click" sound beside his ears. With a wave of his arms, he suddenly broke free from the imprisonment, and slapped himself with a palm!

The author has something to say: Little Theater

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Dream Demon: Want to know what I look like?

(Described in the text, the facial features are blurred, the nose is vaguely visible, and the eyes are closed with three holes)

Dream Demon: Have you figured it out? Can't think of finding a picture of Voldemort and selecting it in reverse.

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Jingjing: The comment section says you are useless.

Chichi said: I would smash walnuts, catch mice, sing songs, prophesy, etc. How could it be useless?

Jingjing: The force value is too low.

Chi Chi: I, I'm actually super fierce, I'm holding a big move, and then I will scare you guys!