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【222】Amazing truth

The sounds of chanting Buddhist chants and scriptures were heard from the distance, spreading throughout the temple.

Several people walked through the formation set up by five hundred Arhats and went straight to the front of the Buddha Hall.

The closed hall door suddenly opened, revealing the true content of the hall.

The temple is dozens of feet wide, supported by octagonal stone pillars, and is dozens of feet high.

Looking from the hall, I saw countless Buddhas, kings, Bodhisattvas, and Arhats sitting upright among them, solemn and solemn. A lotus in the middle held a Buddha who was compassionate with all living beings and laughed with flowers. It was the Buddha who was the only one in the sky and on the ground.

In front of the Buddha statue, there were smoke curling in the Buddha's niche and the sound of wooden fish.

A thin and old figure knelt in front of the Buddha, facing the palace gate, and the wooden fish in his hand knocked down rhythmically. The empty sound was like a silent prayer in front of the Buddha, and each sound hit the heart of a person.

Everyone's minds were attracted to it in an instant, even if they were as naughty as Ye Qingxuan, they would instantly enter into meditation. They were silent, revealing their tilted eyes and listening.

There is no doubt that the person in front of the Buddha was Zen Master Wunian who had not been masked for a long time.

"Splitting the Sky Sword" Jin Kongyan sat aside with his eyes closed. When everyone came in, he nodded and then closed his eyes to exercise his skills. He let the Buddha go without any existence, and he felt like he was out of the world.

After everyone entered the Buddhist temple, the door of the hall was closed automatically and suddenly closed.

Sun Kun is the oldest and has had a relationship with Zen Master Wunian for decades. At this time, he looked worried and stepped forward and asked, "Old monk, where are you singing?"

"Amitabha." Zen Master Wunian said the Buddha's name, but his body remained still. He said slowly with his back to everyone: "The Buddhist calamity is coming, and I will lead the monks to fight with my back. You are unfortunate enough, but you have also made great mistakes. Before the decisive battle, let me do my best to help Donor Ye with his arm."

After saying that, the Buddha's light flashed, and Zen Master Wunian slowly floated up with the cushion under him and turned slowly.

hiss--

When Zen Master Wunian turned around, everyone took a breath and looked at Zen Master Wunian in front of him in disbelief.

The old Zen master's face was completely lost at this time. Half of his skin on his left was lifted off, revealing his pale cheekbones. Only the empty blood skull left in his right eye, while the left eye lost its eyelids and suddenly stared blankly...

The monk's robe was obviously newly replaced, with straps wrapped around it, but the strong fishy smell still came out of the clothes, and there were also dark blood stains.

If it weren't for the old Zen master's chest, everyone almost thought that what they saw was a rotten corpse for many years.

"Old monk..." Sun Kun exclaimed sadly, but his body that rushed forward was gently blocked by a ray of Buddha's light.

Zen Master Wunian's voice was still soft, even though his face was terrifying, he could not make people feel fearful. He just smiled faintly and said softly: "The flesh and blood body is nothing but skin. Via Mo thought he could make me surrender, but it was innocent."

Sun Kun said angrily: "Vimo is against the heavens... Old monk, we will definitely avenge you!"

Zen Master Wunian smiled and turned to look at Ye Qingxuan. He stared at the red dots at his eyebrows for a long time. Finally, he sighed slightly and said aloud: "The Living Buddha Zongba really pressed his last hope on Donor Ye. Since he has succeeded half, the remaining half will be left to me..."

"What does Master mean?" Mei Yinxue asked curiously.

Zen Master Wunian looked solemn and said in a deep voice: "The specific details will be told by the Living Buddha Zongba in the future. Now there is not much time. I will tell you about it first. This matter is of great importance. Please do not interrupt."

Seeing that Zen Master Wunian was so solemn, everyone was shocked and nodded in a hurry.

Zen Master Wunian took a deep breath and said solemnly: "This matter is a unsolved case in the martial arts world. It has never been discovered for thousands of years. I also studied with Ning Sanren for life and just now the clues are revealed..."

"This matter starts with the five great treasures of Shenwu. In ancient times, there was no legend of the five great treasures in the world. It was only overnight that the five great treasures were released to the Buddha. The five great treasures were born at the same time. Even if the time of the release was slightly different, it would be only a hundred years apart."

"This incident originated from Ning Zhongliu, who had been studying the "Spiritual Martial God Stone" three hundred years ago, suddenly made a guess, that is, the five extraordinary treasures of Shenwu are not things in this world, and should all come from foreign lands, just like the "Tianba Demon Corpse".

ah!?

As soon as this said, everyone was shocked. Lu Yunxuan exclaimed and hurriedly covered her mouth with her hands.

Zen Master Wunian said without further comments, "Two thousand five hundred years ago, a meteor fell from outside the domain, burning the sky, destroying the earth for thousands of miles. The meteor's body is a giant metal Tissot, and the one that is left is the demon corpse of more than ft. The one with five brothers of the opposite sex in the world, and at that time, they got the opportunity to open the Tissot. Among them, the elder brothers got the core of Tissot, which was the "Lingwu Shen Ji Stone"; the second brother, who got the starry sky map inside Tissot, which was the "Nine Heavens Tongxuan Jade Bi"; the third brother, She, who got the demon corpse, which was the "Tian Ba"; the fourth brother, the fifth brother, had nothing to gain, so he took out the heart of the demon corpse and handed it to the fourth brother, which was the "Colorful and Delicate Relic"; the fifth brother was the youngest, so everyone handed over the spare Tissot to his guard. It is said that the Tissot was within the "Bronze Dragon Tower"..."

In the hall, everyone's breathing was almost stopped. They stared at Zen Master Wunian in disbelief, waiting for him to continue to explain.

Zen Master Wunian said slowly: "The five extraordinary treasures of Shenwu are originally one. They are separated only because of the greed of the world, and the catastrophe started by the "Dragon God" Ao Lie a thousand years ago, all the original records were destroyed. After a thousand years of evolution, word of mouth, the original truth has long been eliminated. The current martial arts catastrophe is probably related to the original legend..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Sun Kun couldn't wait to ask, "Where is Ning Zhongliu? What do you say about Ning Zhongliu?"

Zen Master Wunian shook his head and smiled bitterly, and said lightly: "Two hundred years ago, after the ultimate battle between Ning Sanren and Via Mo against the Heavens, he was actually seriously injured and could not survive. After two hundred years of demise, he had already become an ordinary person and could barely survive."

As soon as the news came out, everyone was even more shocked and could not accept it at all.

I originally thought it was the last backbone of the righteous path in the martial arts world, but I didn't expect that I had become a useless person two hundred years ago. Now I have barely survived to leave a small hope for the martial arts world.

No wonder, no matter how far the martial arts world has fallen to in recent years, Ning Zhongliu, the "Tianzhi Sanren", has never wanted to show up, and only sent one disciple Lin Nanxuan to travel around the world.

It turns out that the truth of the matter is so...

Everyone is like a basin of ice water to cover themselves from the head, so cold that it makes people feel illusory.
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