From Chapter Seven of Xuanjun

Chapter 283
"When the poor monk received the letter from the abbot of Lingmen, he still didn't believe it, but after seeing you, the poor monk believed it."

Lu Zong stared at Shen Yi, and a golden color gradually appeared in his pupils. His eyes touched Shen Yi's body, and he penetrated into his heart, but he only noticed the incomparably complex thoughts and the soul as dark as a dark sun and as sinking as an abyss.

A descendant of Bo Xun?

No, this is Boshun in the world.

The difference between the realms of the two parties is so great that I still can't see through each other, and as soon as I touch his mind, there seems to be a small and low magic word in my ears, and there are some ripples in the Zen mind that has been practiced for many years.

It is so evil, no wonder even a group of monks would leave the temple with him for no reason.

At this thought, Lu Zong's eyebrows gradually turned cold, and everyone around him was shocked at the same time, and an invisible fire ignited in their hearts.

The Buddha also has the appearance of the vajra's angry eyes, and the way practiced by Vinaya is to use the vajra's angry eyes to subdue the strange demons of the outside world and protect the Buddha's door.

He is the protector of Buddhism today.

Therefore, after noticing Shen Yi's cunning, and then linking Shen Yi's previous "feats", Lu Zong's heart of conquering demons suddenly emerged.

If it wasn't for the reminder from his prodigal apprentice along with the letter, Lu Zong might have started to suppress heretics by now.

"Hey, master, your eyes are a little bit bad."

Shen Yi's other body suddenly inserted, blocking Lu Zong's gaze, like a dagger, cutting off Lu Zong's sight.

There was a cold wind blowing suddenly, and a strange air appeared in the Buddhist realm formed by the coming of Vinaya Sect. The cold evil spirit invaded this realm, and the dark color gradually spread and covered the surrounding ground and houses.

"you?"

Lu Zong looked at Shen Yi again, only to find that the figure with Chen Tianyuan's face became unreal at some point, as if a shadow of nothingness had faded away from the superficial disguise and revealed his true face.

"Is this Yuanshen?" He frowned slightly.

"Assassin the emperor, how can you not pay the price?" "Chen Tianyuan" seemed indifferent, "But it doesn't matter, it's hard for the current Chen to take action, but he can replace him."

He moved away again, revealing a figure that had been wrapped in Yin Qi at some point.

A stormy tide surged underground, and an incomparably complex cloud of yin, death, and evil qi spewed out from the ground like a fountain, enveloping Shen Yi.

Howling, screaming, roaring, countless voices mixed together, and countless ghost faces poured into his body.

At this border, at the front line against Dali, at the break of the earth veins, the Yin spirits are extremely restless and active. They scramble to enter this illusory body, fueling their revenge.

At that time, Shen Yi fused with those thousands of ghosts, turned them into himself, turned himself into them, obtained the incarnation of the primordial spirit, and made the unfinished heavenly ghost primordial spirit willingly become his incarnation.

For this reason, Shen Yi had to pay the price of revenge for hundreds of thousands of ghosts.

And at this moment, it was just before the storm of revenge came.

"Master, if you want to surrender him, you must surrender thousands of innocent souls in Youzhou. If you want to kill him, it is like killing countless innocent souls."

"Chen Tianyuan" said indifferently: "Master, do you have such determination?"

Killing one person is like killing 10 people. Even if the so-called "person" is just the remnant after death, they are irrational ghosts, but can Luzong really ignore the burden of killing ghosts?

"Slaughtering ghosts, poor monks can't do it."

Lu Zong's expression was calm, and he didn't seem to lose his composure at all because of "Chen Tianyuan"'s words, "But poor monks have the perseverance to save hundreds of thousands of ghosts."

"No matter what, you are an unstable variable. It's hard for the poor monk to trust you, so..."

There was a divine wind on the ground, and Lu Zong appeared in front of Shen Yi in an instant as if the ground had shrunk into an inch. A palm was pushed out flatly, but it seemed to be pressed down from the sky, and the immeasurable Buddha's light was within the palm.

Amitabha Palm shines in all directions.

With immeasurable light and immeasurable life, the void in the ten directions is illuminated in an instant, and everything between heaven and earth disappears, leaving only one light.

This is Tianyuan?

This is Tianyuan!
The essence of heaven and earth, this is the original intention of Daoist Zhenwu to name this realm.

Wuxiu is a world of its own, and Tianyuan is the initial realization of this idea.It is an exaggeration to say that this level has become heaven and earth, but people who are lower than Tianyuan face the great masters of this level, just like ordinary people facing the world, only endless shock and bewilderment.

but--

"I am not alone."

Shen Yi's voice seemed to have countless echoes, thousands of voices overlapped together, maintaining a unified frequency in the chaos, it was extremely weird, and it also had a sense of power that shook the world.

Relying on himself, he attracted hundreds of thousands of Yin spirits. The incomparably majestic Yin energy, death energy, and ghost energy broke through the Buddha's light, and the whole world seemed to tremble.

No, it's vibrating.

The large shift of the Yin Ling tide made the seven-star piles driven into the major nodes of Youzhou's veins gradually lose their effect, and the Youzhou earthquake was about to happen.

At this time, Shen Yi also stretched out his palm, and the second Amitabha palm came out smoothly.

"Buddha saves the common people."

Due to the brainwashing effect of the second Amitabha palm move, Shen Yi prefers to call this move "Buddha saves the common people". However, at this time, what he hit with this palm is hundreds of thousands Yin Ling's hatred, that endless wave of resentment is not so much "Buddha saves the common people", it is better to say "the magic saves the common people".

Crazy resentment even formed countless human faces behind Shen Yi, roaring at Luzong at the same time.

Palms touching each other, Amitabha's palm against Amitabha's palm, Buddha's light against the ghost tide, there is no earth-shattering momentum, only an incomparably silent confrontation.

The resentment of thousands of ghosts invaded Lu Zong's sea of ​​consciousness and penetrated his heart. Even if this resentment was not aimed at Lu Zong, it still shook the mind of the three Buddhist sects.

"Bam—"

The sound didn't sound until now, but the ground between the two of them cracked and moved towards the two sides.

The ground shook wildly, like an earth dragon struggling to turn over underground, a strong sense of foreboding appeared in the hearts of everyone at the same time.

"Stop!" someone yelled.

At the same time, due to the movement of the ground, the two palms of the two also separated, and the Buddha's light and the ghost tide flowed back respectively.

In the chaos of light and shadow, Lu Zong's eyes met Shen Yi's again.

At this moment, what he should have seen was endless resentment, the unwillingness and inextricability of thousands of ghosts, but when he really touched Shen Yi's eyes, he saw only endless peace.

"Amitabha."

Shen Yi smiled slightly, "All sins are on me."

He brought thousands of Yin spirits back into his body again, and sent them into the earth's veins through his body, so that the shaking earth returned to calm.

(End of this chapter)