Nangong Youshu stopped beating around the bush now and said in a serious tone: "To be honest, I really have something serious to say, and it was entrusted by an old friend of the Buddha Sect."

Abbot Youxi's brows jumped, but there was no wave in his eyes: "Donor, please speak."

"Does the abbot know this sword?"

Nangong Youshu said and slowly pulled out a sword from his chest.

It was a giant sword, with a brilliant Buddha's light on the blade and golden aspiration flowing through it.

Abbot Youxi took a deep breath and closed his eyes:

"Buddha Sword, Angry Immortal."

"Exactly!" Nangong Youshu nodded, "Maybe the abbot sees the mystery of this sword?"

"Fake."

"Exactly!"

Nangong Youshu pinched it with his big hand, and the Buddha Sword Wrath Immortal cracked into pieces, and finally turned into light spots and disappeared.

He said with a sad face:

"An old friend gave me this sword, but I showed it as a shadow."

"Abbott, you need to be more considerate of me. Really, this sword cannot be unsheathed at will, let alone shown to others at will."

"Even if the abbot has said before, 'Once you enter Buddhism, all earthly connections will be cut off.' I guarantee that when I see this sword again, I will still have some ordinary thoughts."

"Maybe you are not born, but there is a lot of life in this temple."

Nangong Youshu looked embarrassed, and quickly revealed the golden seal:

"But the mark of this sword and the seal of wish power can be used as proof of someone's identity in Nangong."

"Abbot Youxi should lower his eyes and realize that someone like me in Nangong has no agenda for this trip, at least his intentions are not harmful to the Buddhist sect."

The golden seal is thrown away.

Abbot Youxi reached out and took it.

This seal is in the shape of a Buddha's hand seal with "putting palms together" and looks ordinary from the outside.

With a quick glance, one can detect that the Buddha's hand seal has the word "Buddha" engraved on the left palm and the word "resentment" engraved on the right palm.

"There is something to resent..."

Abbot Youxi looked sad, which made it even more difficult.

Nangong Youshu looked happy and said with a smile: "The abbot recognizes this thing. It's the best. Thirty years ago, he had a grudge against me."

He paused for a moment, his voice became compassionate, he clasped his palms together, and said piously:

"If the Buddha is sitting on the ladder to heaven and the world is overturned, he should carry his seal and go westward to ask if he is happy. Let's ask him like this..."

"The world is like this, and I, the Buddha, cannot enter it. If I, the Buddha, do not enter it, I cannot escape from this hidden world."

"The world is like this. I, the Buddha, choose to enter. I, the Buddha, choose to enter. It will be difficult to come back in a thousand years."

"Brother, what decision should you make?"

After saying this, Nangong Youshu raised his head and looked at the sky.

It was getting late, and the sun was already three in the sky. It was only then that it became clear that the abbot was just saying goodbye to the guests.

But it was not until sunset on the west mountain that Abbot Youxi, who seemed to have turned to stone, trembled slightly with his huge body, and said in a trembling and determined voice:

"Join the world."

"Join the world?"

Nangong Youshu asked seriously.

Entering the world is just like the Buddha's previous entry into the world. It flourished for a while, then declined and retreated. The sound of the Great Brahma Dragon came to an end. The sound of the Great Brahma Dragon ended?

And this time when I enter the world, I enter with joy, but will there be people like the Buddha who resents me?

"What if it doesn't end well?"

"It will not end well."

Abbot Youxi thought about it for a whole afternoon and seemed to have considered everything.

But Nangong Youshu, who was standing opposite him, had obviously been thinking about it for more than one afternoon:

"But if you know the brotherhood, can you care about the sect's friendship?"

"Have you ever thought, abbot, that your actions like this may help Yu Yu, but if you end up with the entire Buddhist sect, how can Yu Yu bear it?"

Abbot Youxi remained silent, his face turned ashen, as if he had expected it.

Nangong Youshu was aggressive and continued to preach: "Forgetting everything else, what should you do if you go to the Central Region to help out and you wake up with resentment, but you have been controlled by the Demon Ancestor?"

Abbot Youxi's body shook violently and he opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

"Why do you come to the crossroads where you have grievances? Why do you have an inverted pagoda erected? Why do you have an uncertain return date after waiting for thirty years..."

"Abbot Youxi, you have the answers to all of these."

Nangong Youshu spoke earnestly, and finally took the Buddha's hand seal from Abbot Youxi's hand, and his words became extremely sharp, with a sharp and chilling feeling:

"That day he advised me to bring this message, and there is a postscript at the end."

"If my senior brother chooses to 'join the world' and use this sword to ascend to the Buddhist sect, there will be no Buddha in this world."

Keng——

The sword roared.

Nangong Youshu pulled out the golden sword from his chest again, but this time, the sword became extremely ferocious, like a diamond with an angry gaze.

"Wrath Fairy..."

Abbot Youxi seemed to be more determined, saying: "The evil spirits will make the world miserable, and the people will not be able to survive."

Nangong Youshu held the sword and laughed loudly: "The Holy Palace turns a blind eye, how can you, a disciple of the Buddha's sect, have such a bodhisattva heart?"

"Don't judge my heart by others, and don't judge the filth of this world."

"Even if I block the road with my sword?"

Nangong Youshu raised the Buddha's sword to anger the immortal. When he looked around like this, he saw Abbot Youxi slowly shaking his head and saying sadly:

"Donor Nangong, you can't stop me."

As soon as he finished speaking, his cassock swayed and his white beard rose.

Abbot Youxi had a straight face and spoke softly before spitting out a golden relic of the Holy Emperor. The power of wish in his eyes was like lightning, surging high.

boom!

The whole mountain and forest shook violently.

The young monks in the ancient temple were so frightened that they backed away in panic.

"The fat-bellied abbot is angry."

"It's so scary. The last time I got pregnant... Hey, let's not talk anymore. Run, let's run!"

The Holy Emperor is happy and is demonstrating ahead.

Although Nangong Youshu was trembling, he did not retreat with his sword, his face was as determined as iron:

"Abbot Youxi, today you can either kill me and you can save the world; or you can cross the border with me and I can kill all the disciples of the Buddhist sect in the mountain."

"Your choice!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the trees around him rustled.

Under the dim sky, countless scarlet eyes seemed to open in the forest.

"What is that?"

A little novice monk standing at the entrance of the ancient temple opened his eyes wide. He seemed to have seen countless devils waking up in the darkness?

"How terrible!"

"Not sad, not happy, come and see, what is this, human?"

Two more young novices came to the door.

The scarlet eyes in the forest seemed to come out of them all. They were figures wearing star-patterned robes. It was estimated that there were no less than a thousand.

Some are old, some are weak, some are women and children, some are mediocre...

But without exception, their expressions were very stiff. Like the puppets, when their eyes woke up, they became almost humane.

"This is……"

The little monk Bu Le stood by the door and swallowed hard.

He had been out and had seen a lot, so he was even more frightened. He felt that even Abbot Youxi might not be able to catch so many monsters:

"Tianji puppet?"
Chapter completed!