Pretending To Be a Holy Place, I Was Signed For a Thousand Years

  Chapter 104 When the fake is the real, why the truth

   In the meditation temple, the Zhaitang.

  Xuzhu held the white porridge and placed it in front of Zen Master Huilun. However, the master suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance.

   That is the direction of Yijianmen.

   "Uncle Shi... he did it!"

  Xuzhu heard Master's murmur, and suddenly asked worriedly: "Master, Master Xu of Yinyang Peak did not arrive as scheduled, will Master Uncle make too much noise and alarm all forces in Nanling City..."

   He remembered that Master once said that he needed to use Xu New Year's yin and yang illusion to cover up his qi.

   But now, the other party did not arrive as scheduled.

  Although there is no power in Nanling City, it can rival their Xiaohanshan Temple, but it is intertwined, and there are many industries of Dongling County, three sects and seventeen sects.

   Even, there may be demons and demons hidden.

  If they pass the news, maybe they will attract strong people to investigate and interfere with the ceremony.

  Hui Lun withdrew his gaze, picked up the porridge and said with a smile: "It's okay, Master Xuan Ku is a strong Yang God realm, and he has his own measure. His 'Wuxiangtian' also has a covering effect."

   This Heaven of No Phase is the manifestation of the fate of Xuanku, its color is yellow, scattered like a ray of light, and it illuminates immeasurably.

   However, the masking effect is far inferior to the yin and yang illusion.

  Therefore, the moment Xuan Ku made his move, several people in Nanling City looked at it from a distance. Although they could not see it, they could sense that there was a fight in the Yangshen Realm.

   As soon as the three of them made a distinction, their expressions changed slightly, and they quickly restrained their perceptions, pretending not to see them.

   There was also an old man sitting on the edge of the Temple of Heaven square, squatting on fruits and vegetables, and muttered, "Hehe, the ceremonial ceremony, Xiaohanshan Temple, you can't sit still anymore."

   There was also a person in the city lord's mansion who looked in the distance, it was Xiahou Chun, the captain of the light cavalry, who had never appeared.

   "Sir, are you really not going to ask for help?"

   He asked the man in green robe standing quietly beside him.

  This man has thick eyebrows, a wide nose, and a sense of majesty. He said solemnly: "Today, the sage worships Buddhism and suppresses Taoism. Xiaohanshan Temple is very powerful.

  Xiahou Chun was unwilling, but his lips twitched, and after all, he held his fist and did not continue to ask questions.

   Sitting quietly in the Hui Lun in the Zhaitang, he pondered for a few breaths before taking a sip of the porridge. I don't know why, but I always feel that today's porridge is much more bitter than in the past.

   Before that, he never thought that Uncle Xuanku would miss, but at this moment...

   He sensed a tinge of unease.

  …

  Yijianmen, front yard.

   Xuan Ku stood in the yellow sky, with a thin and rickety figure, but it seemed to have turned into a whole sky.

   Everyone looked at them, only to feel that a flower had fallen into the surging waves, and the light boat was undulating under their feet.

   "Don't panic, this is an illusion!"

   Zhang Ming reminded all around.

   That Xuan Ku only stared at Zhang Xiaoyi, and then slowly walked over. His speed was not fast, but he left a string of afterimages on the spot, and he came to the front in the blink of an eye.

   Zhang Ming was startled: "The Primordial Spirit is out of the body!"

  I saw a yellow-robed figure standing where Xuan Ku was standing, with his hands folded and motionless.

   His body is like a yellow light source, connected with the entire sky and the entire ocean waves.

  The yellow figure that came to the front, proclaimed a Buddha's name, and reached out his hand, like opening his belly. In Zhang Xiaoyi's surprised eyes, he patted it on his chest.

   In the next second, Zhang Xiaoyi's body trembled, and cracks appeared, shattering like a porcelain doll.

   "It turns out...it's vulnerable!"

  Xuanku shook his head, his primordial spirit retreated, strung together the dying afterimages, and fell into the body.

   Everyone was stunned.

   Taixuzi, who claimed to be Master Qing Hui Daoist, died? Was it just randomly shot to pieces?

  Qingquan suddenly raised the purple-gold red gourd, and shouted with grief and anger: "Old bald donkey, you dare to hurt my master! Xuanku! I call you, do you dare to agree!"

  He thought that Master was really dead.

   This time the sadness is even greater than the last time. He cried, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.

   Xuan Ku clasped his palms together and said, "Donor..."

   As soon as he opened his mouth, he felt a huge attraction, gushing out from the weird red gourd, and the whole person was instantly enveloped by the crimson light.

   "Master, Qingquan has avenged you."

   Qingquan suddenly threw the gourd, and the light in his hand became deeper, pulling Xuanku into the air.

   "Impossible, what a baby!"

  Xuanku's complexion changed greatly, he no longer had control over the world, and his primordial spirit was out of his body.

   The entire fantasy ocean began to tremble violently.

   He tried his best to resist, but he still flew out involuntarily, and he was about to be sucked into the red gourd.

   "Dinghui Buddha beads, broken!"

   At a critical juncture, Xuan Ku suddenly shouted in the air, and the dark rosary on his neck suddenly burst.

   Then, he took a stance and fell from the air. In the broken Dinghui Buddha beads, an identical shadow of an old monk was born, which was swallowed up by the red gourd.

   "Moving flowers to join trees, the substitute should be robbed?"

   Zhang Ming's eyes narrowed, but the thing he was most worried about happened, the old monk had a magic weapon on him.

   Qingquan was stunned holding the red gourd and shouted anxiously: "Xuanku! I call you, do you dare to agree! Xuanku, Xuanku, Xuanku! Coward!"

   He cursed, but the whole person fell to the ground, his eyes slumped, master, disciple is incompetent...

   Xuanku escaped from the mouth of the red gourd, and was able to save his life by relying on the Dinghui Buddha beads passed down by the ancestors of Xiaohanshan Temple.

  Qingquan raised his head, like grabbing the last straw, and begged, "Brother! Brother, our master is dead again! Take action and avenge your master!"

   However, in his eyes, Senior Brother stood quietly, his eyes fell behind him.

  Master's death, did you make waves?

  You...are you still my brother Qingquan? So, it's true that love disappears, right...

   At this moment, he was extremely desperate.

   However, at this moment, in his senior brother's eyes, he saw a palm slowly stretched out from behind him and tapped on his shoulder.

boom. boom.

   is someone actually filming themselves.

   "Stupid apprentice, you don't really think that an old monk from a small Hanshan Temple can be killed as a teacher, right?"

   The familiar voice seems to have come across the years.

  Qingquan was stunned for a moment, and turned his head suddenly, only to see that generous and majestic face staring at him, the same as five years ago, the same as ten years ago...

   He seemed to never leave.

The feeling of    has never disappeared.

   Zhang Ming and Lu Xueqing looked at each other, not knowing how to speak or explain. When everyone knows a thing is false, only you don't.

   So, is it worth it or not?

  Is this feeling real or not?

  Lu Xueqing was a little stunned, and thought to herself, "Master, I thought I already cared about you. But now compared to my uncle, I don't seem to care enough about you."

   "If one day, you leave... or are gone, can you let your disciple have a dream that never wakes up like today. What does the world's reputation have to do with me?"

  If Qingquan knew, I'm afraid he would never want to know the truth behind today's scene.

   It was the death of the society and the moment of waking up from a dream.

   The sky above his head was like a dream, and the surrounding waves were surging, and suddenly a hundred feet high sea water swept over.

  Xuanku saw Taixuzi who was resurrected from the dead, his eyes were full of disbelief, and he immediately sat cross-legged.

   "The Buddha said that there is no appearance and no self, and all appearances are illusory. If you see appearances that are not appearances, you will see the Tathagata."

   Thanks to the book friend "Cong Yidong" for the reward, thanks to "Brother Yang" for the monthly pass, and thanks to the boss!

   (end of this chapter)