The wooden fish fell into the ancient well, and the clear and profound wooden fish sounded immediately.

This kind of wooden fish sounds like a stone throwing into the calm and unwavering lake, shaking up circles of ripples, rippling, and passing through everything around.

Ji Liao was also washed by the sound of wooden fish.

The demonic nature of the Demon Sutra, which was visible to the naked eye, decreased at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Ji Liao's eyes became extremely clear and clear. He listened to the sound of wooden fish, and all the chaotic thoughts in his heart were smoothed out.

There was no previous roar in the ancient well, and there was no such deceptive voice.

On the ground, you can also hear the sound of wooden fish. All the monks were silent. At the same time, they were dragged under the surface by an invisible weaving net. The skeleton monks who crawled out of the Thousand Buddha Hall Stele Forest also lay down peacefully, and the flames in their eyes disappeared.

The dead man's sutra swayed, and the cloth surface was undulating like waves, but under the sound of wooden fish, it seemed to be greatly restricted, but it did not remain silent like a monk soldier and a skeleton monk.

The cloth surface began to burn, emitting pure white fire, burning quietly in the void.

This white flame splashed out a little spark and fell on the monks living in Nalanda Temple, burning the monks' flesh and blood.

The white flame is actually fueled by flesh and blood.

The Master of the Dharma had a slight eye and his hands were folded together. Countless golden swastika symbols spewed out from his body like fountains, woven into a cage, wrapping the dead man with white flames.

The Master of Dharma showed a peaceful expression, but his body became more and more empty.

But as Nalanda Temple watched the master gradually become nothing, there was no way.

No, there is a way.

Zhixin gritted his teeth and threw the bone celestial beads that had been put away for Ji Liao into the void. The silk threads that penetrated the bone celestial beads spread out. One by one, the celestial beads floated in the void, bursting one by one. The invisible and untamed Zen spirit was like a moon surging in the river, flowing into the body of the Lord of Shengdi.

The body of the Lord of Shengdi was condensed a little more again.

...

The sound of wooden fish appears slowly, just like sunrise and sunset, containing some eternal and unchanging law.

Ji Liao leaned his head towards the ancient wellhead, which was less than three feet above the wellhead.

The ancient well is not dark, with a faint soft white halo, which looks holy.

The ancient well is quiet and unwavering, like a mirror.

Ji Liao did not see his own image from the calm well surface.

He saw Mu Qing's image, wearing a purple dress, with a peerless charm and gentle eyes. This is not like Mu Qing, but more like a beautiful woman who is charming and gentle and elegant.

Mu Qing flew out of Ji Liao's body and waved his sleeves at the smooth surface of Jingshui. The water waves rippled, and Mu Qing's influence disappeared.

The well water is clear and you can see the bottom at a glance, but Ji Liao did not find anything unexpected. There is nothing else in the well except water. I don’t know where the sounds just now came from.

Ji Liao pondered slightly and said, "Why did you see your image just now?"

Mu Qing floated over the wellhead, but did not answer him, but drilled into the well.

Ji Liao did not follow him in, he waited quietly.

Not long after, Mu Qing came out with a simple long sword.

There is a clear seal script on the sword's mouth, with a line of small characters written on it:

The immortal touched my head and gave me the immortality.

Ji Liao was paying attention to this line of small characters, and suddenly felt a sense of history in his heart. The small characters were not only a poem that he had seen and read long ago, but also a kind of spiritual inheritance. Moreover, this inheritance is in line with the instinct of living beings to seek immortality.

Everyone can’t die, everyone wants to seek immortality.

Seeking immortality is a belief and an instinct.

Mu Qing murmured, "Can thousands of Taoisms and infinite magical powers achieve immortality?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a violent tremor appeared from the ancient well, and a rumbling sound rang in Ji Liao's ears, and the wooden fish's voice also disappeared.

Ji Liao felt that the underground world would soon be destroyed, so he rushed out of the underground immediately.

When he arrived on the surface, he saw a huge scripture igniting flames, trembling constantly, trying to break free from the golden swastika symbol around him. On the other side, the Lord of Shengdi, who had become extremely tall, also tried his best to urge the golden swastika to try to completely suppress the scripture.

When Ji Liao flew out of the ground, Mu Qing's figure merged into the long sword. Suddenly, like a meteor, pierced the sky, pierced the golden swastika and also pierced the Dead Man's Sutra.

In the long sky, I saw a long sword leaving with the scriptures.

Seeing this, Ji Liao also turned into a breeze and followed him.

The crisis in Nalanda Temple has been temporarily resolved, but the Lord of the Victory Dharma is still worried.

Zhixin approached the Lord of Shengdi and comforted him: "The young monk has already chased him. With his ability, he should be able to handle the incident that just happened."

In fact, he had no confidence in his heart and could only comfort Master Shengdi in this way.

The Master Shengdifa said softly: "First of Zhixin, after this incident, I will go to comprehend the Bodhi Sword Book, and I will give you all the matters in the temple in the future."

Zhixin hesitated and said, "This sword scripture is incomplete. If you make a mistake in your practice, you may become possessed by the devil. Master, please consider it again."

The Master of Shengdi Dharma smiled and said, "The predecessors could not have been able to create the Dharma out of thin air. We future generations can at least stand on the shoulders of our predecessors to practice. If we still have fear in this way, the road to practice will not be long."

In just a short period of time, the two major changes in Nalanda Temple allowed the young Master Shengdi to grow up at an astonishing speed.

He still looked very weak, but he had an indescribable look of a master.

Zhixin was slightly excited in his heart. He knew that in another ten or twenty years, a great monk of Bodhidara would appear in Nalanda Temple.

...

Ji Liao did not know that the truth of victory was the main method and then established, and he had already begun to contact the limits of the world.

He chased the sword tightly and went thousands of miles away.

The long sword fell into a mountain stream and nailed the dead into the rock.

The water flowing beside it could not hide the painful howling of the dead man's sutra.

Ji Liao fell next to them after a moment.

Mu Qing's voice came out and said, "Say, where did the mountain and river seal come from."

The long sword seemed to have a great effect on this strange and strange scripture, so that the dead man could not use any magical powers. The white flame that could burn blood and flesh on its body had already been extinguished.

The Dead Sutra said: "Who are you? Let me go."

The sword trembled and stroked the Dead Man's Sutra, causing it to moan even more painfully.

"Answer my questions honestly."

There is no reply to the Dead Man's Sutra.

Mu Qing said lightly: "I know you are not the original body now, and it's no big deal to die."

The Dead Sutra said: "It's good that you know."

"So, you go and die."

Mu Qing drove the sword to emit a sword energy full of vitality. The dead man could not even scream out the miserable humming, and it completely turned into ashes.

"Do you have a grudge against it?" Ji Liao asked curiously, and he felt a sense of hatred appearing on Mu Qing.
Chapter completed!