The Legend of Immortal Court

Chapter 609 How can things start again?

Under the eighteenth floor of hell, in a Buddhist temple.

Su Ting had already taken out the Immortal Slaying Flying Saber, intending to slay Xuan Ce and the demon ancestor in his heart.

However, a sudden change occurred at this time, and the little novice descended from the magic pestle, and suddenly attacked behind Su Ting.

If it wasn't for Su Ting's deep cultivation, keen yang god, and extremely quick reaction, he could be blocked with immortal skills, perhaps this blow would be enough to make his yang god collapse, and his soul fly away.

The sudden change, no one thought of it!
Ge Pan also couldn't imagine that this little novice who had done countless good deeds during his lifetime and had the heart of a child, who followed the great mage Xuan Ce, would suddenly have murderous thoughts towards Su Ting.

Even Master Xuan Ce showed extremely complicated expressions.

"Namo Amitabha!"

Under the sound of the Buddha's name, the light shines brightly.

The little novice froze there, the magic pestle in his hand, unable to drop it any more.

The atmosphere suddenly froze there.

Only a cry of pain came from the corner.

"What's the situation?"

Su was covering his back and leaning on the corner of the wall, his face was pale, with a look of depletion of energy and blood.

Fortunately, he responded in a timely manner, his Yangshen was sharp, and extremely calm, otherwise it would be very dangerous.

However, Su Ting was fortunate that it was the Yang God. Although the Yang God was injured, it was much more serious than the physical injury.

But if it was a physical body, this blow hit the lower back and hurt the kidneys. Before the injury recovered, it would definitely take a few days.

He was quite fortunate in his heart, even though Yang Shen's injury was worse than his body, he was still fine.

However, this fellow was inexplicable, and suddenly made a move, which was a bit too weird.

What's even more strange is that Su Ting hadn't noticed the murderous intent before.

And he never thought that the little novice next to Master Xuan Ce would actually have a murderous intent on him.

But seeing Master Xuan Ce make a move at this time, it is obvious that even the former Demon Ancestor and the present Buddha have not noticed this matter.

"He is contaminated with magic."

Xuan Ce sighed, and said: "He is the most pure and kind-hearted person that the poor monk has seen in this life. He has a pure heart and is not contaminated by foreign affairs. However, in the most filthy world of the three worlds, it is inevitable after all."

After finishing speaking, I saw Xuan Ce looked at Su Ting and said: "Mr. Su, wait a moment. He has profound Buddhist teachings and a pure heart. Now he is not deeply infatuated. Wait for the poor monk to save him, so let him go."

Su Ting covered his lower back, his face was pale, he nodded slightly, and said: "Master, it's okay to take action, but this junior doesn't feel well, it seems a little weak, and he needs to recover."

Xuan Ce nodded slightly, and then he came to the little novice monk.

Ge Pan stood on one side, with a complicated expression and a little panic. Invisibly, the light of the book on the top became stronger and stronger, protecting his body from harm.

The little novice was enveloped by Xuan Ce's Buddha light, and he showed no intention of resisting, his expression was calm, and he did not appear to be insane.

Bang!
The demon pestle fell to the ground!
"Is the mage's time really over?"

"The limit of the poor monk has come, and it cannot be reversed."

"I won't let you die."

The little novice bowed his head slightly, and said in a low voice: "When you were wandering in the world, I was the one who led you back to the temple. Then the abbot died, and so did the brothers, and then you died too. In the end, I came here .”

With a little sadness on his clean face, he said: "For more than 300 years, you are like my father and my brother. I can't let you die."

Xuan Ce looked complicated, and said: "The poor monk will not die, the ancestor of the devil will not be destroyed, and the source of the evil ways of the three realms will not be cut off. This is something that must be done. Why are you so persistent?"

The little novice paused for a moment, and said, "What does the magic of the Three Realms have anything to do with me?"

Xuance's expression froze, revealing a strange color.

The little novice monk said: "Master, brother, and brother have all experienced birth, old age, sickness and death many times. They are no longer those people of the past, and now I only have you as a relative... Even you have disappeared. What kind of chaos is the Three Realms?" , what does it have to do with me?"

Ge Juan fell silent, without saying a word.

Xuan Ce said in a shy voice: "You are pure in nature, you follow me here to save evil spirits, for hundreds of years, you have done good to the Three Realms, and your merits are immeasurable, how can you still have such thoughts?"

The little novice shook his head and said: "I will follow you to guard Yinming in the underworld, but there are people like you, father and brother. If you are not here, what is the so-called guarding the underworld, the so-called immeasurable merit?"

"Is your thinking already so extremely partial?"

Xuan Ce lowered his head slightly, clasped his hands together, and said in a low voice: "The poor monk in this world can be reborn, but you are the kindest person that the poor monk has ever seen, and you have a pure heart, so you are not easy to be invaded by foreign affairs, so I invite you to the underworld. In the depths, helping the poor monk, who knows that even you can't stand the demonic energy, your mind is polluted, and your thoughts gradually change, which really hurts you."

He opened his hands, and there was a golden lotus between the palms, which was shining brightly and bursting with Zen sounds.

"Master, do you want to save me?"

"You can recover only by getting rid of evil thoughts."

"But you are abolishing your own cultivation of Buddhism."

"The end has come, and the remaining Dharma practice will also be wiped out with the poor monk."

Xuan Ce looked at him deeply, and said: "This is the deepest place in Hell, the most filthy place in the Three Realms. You have been corroded for hundreds of years here, and even a poor monk would have to spend more than 60 years to make you completely Purity, but the deadline has come, Mr. Su has been waiting for a long time, you can't delay. This golden lotus is transformed by the Buddha Dharma of the poor monk, and it can save your demon nature in an instant..."

"I do not want……"

The little novice shook his head and said: "You are dead, leaving me in this hell, wasting my time, to save these heinous things, what is it? There is no sky here, the wind is cold here, and it is full of evil. It's the devil, it's all evil, it's all evil spirits, without you here, it's just a disgusting place."

He grinned, mockingly, and said: "People in the world regard the eighteen layers of hell as the most terrifying realm and the most frightening place. Down below, there are even more filthy, sinister and disgusting places."

Pointing to the top of his head, he said: "When we look up, it is not the blue sky and white clouds, nor the green mountains and green waters, but the gloomy hell hell that the world has always feared... Even the sky above our heads is such a sinister place. What is it?"

Xuan Ce paused for a moment, then said: "The poor monk will help you get rid of your demonic nature. If you still have such thoughts in your heart, you can go with Ge Pan. Here you will be dealt with by the Heavenly Court."

The little novice closed his eyes slightly, and said tiredly: "You are about to die, but I am also tired."

Suddenly, a dark wind blows away, and it blows away slowly.

The figure of the little novice slowly spread out and scattered into the wind.

In an instant, it was wiped out.

Xuan Ce slowly stretched out his hand, poked it into the dark wind, clenched it lightly, and closed his eyes slightly.

"The poor monk is about to perish, why should there be another crime?"

He looked gloomy, clasped his hands together, bowed his head and said: "If the world can be repeated, the poor monk will never call you here again, and he is willing to suffer all the sufferings under hell alone."

If the world can be repeated... but how can the world be repeated?

(End of this chapter)