Lang Shuailing covered his abdomen and looked at the wonderful Taoist with a compassionate look in front of him. He retreated repeatedly, and red light filled his palms, but he knocked him away.

"Quick, fast, fast. Protect the order."

At this time, his subordinates not far away from him reacted and immediately guarded Lang Shuailing. Several monks shouted in anger.

"Miaodao, what are you doing?"

"Are you crazy? Miaodao?"

Miaodao slowly got up from the ground, and the false smiles piled on his face quickly disappeared.

He looked at the people in front of him coldly without saying a word.

Not far away, there was also a burst of screams of scattered voices.

The six or seven subordinates of the Sanyang Association who had just passed by the injury medicine suddenly fell to the ground with a scream. After thrusting rapidly, they disappeared.

Five monks with big waists and round waists immediately walked over, stood with Miaodao, looking at them with a cold expression.

Lang Shuiling asked in the crowd with an ugly expression, "Who are you?"

Miaodao immediately called the Buddha's name, but said unexpected news.

"The little monk Miaodao is naturally a member of the association."

As he said that, he smiled strangely, his hands were blatant, and a round of red sun slowly rose from his palms.

Lang Shuailing looked at the red sun in his palm and blurted out immediately.

"Chiran Yang Wheel?"

"You are really from my Red Vein, how dare you?"

Before he could finish his words, he saw that the six monks in front of him had already pounced on him and fought with his subordinates who were guarding him.

The two subordinates next to him even said, "Shuai Ling, let's go first. There is something strange about this Ciyun Temple."

As they said that, the two of them set up the Lang Shuai Order and wanted to take him away from this place.

Lang Shuailing did not resist, and let the two of them support him and was about to leave.

His heart was in a state of chaos, and all kinds of thoughts kept rolling in his mind.

"The monk in front of him has proved his identity. He is indeed a member of the Three Yang Society, or even a person of his own Red Vein. He is now attacking him. Could it be that something huge happened to the Huicheng? These people are monks again. Could it be that Lord Dingyuan secretly instructed?"

So, when he left, he even forgot to remind monk Dingyuan who was still in the back mountain, or he subconsciously ignored it.

"What if it was really instructed by Monk Dingyuan? These second batch of attackers were all monks from his Ciyun Temple."

"Even if he guessed wrongly, he was not a participant. However, when the monks of Ciyun Temple participated in this incident, he was unable to escape the relationship and would be questioned in the future."

"As the saying goes, "I will leave first if you die, I will leave first. The other party launched attacks one after another tonight. I think the plan is very big. If you stay there, I am afraid that I will end up with Qin Shuailing. It's better to escape first, anyway, there is a monk Dingyuan above."

He thought about this and even wondered whether to not heal his injuries for the first time, so he would have an excuse to shirk responsibility in the future.

Lang Shuailing thought so, but his steps were not slow. In a moment, he was about to run out of the Ciyun Temple.

Seeing that he was about to leave the temple, he was just a little relieved when he suddenly felt that the two subordinates around him suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Lang Shuailing asked immediately.

The subordinates who were supporting him on both sides suddenly turned their heads, smiled strangely at him, and said without any emotion, "Lang Shuai, you have arrived."

"arrive?"

Lang Shuailing looked at the temple gate that seemed to be blurred and vague, and then looked at the subordinates who were supporting him on both sides. He felt a chill suddenly rise from under his feet and suddenly froze in place.

"Who are you...you?"

The faces that supported him on both sides looked exactly the same, but Lang Shuailing dared to guarantee that he had absolutely no twin brothers under him.

So, who is the one who is supporting me in front of me?

"when?"

He was frightened and was about to pull his hands away from their shoulders.

Only then did I realize that I and the two people who were close to each other were already connected at some time, like a conjoined baby, involuntarily brought them to a gray and white mist world.

Zhang Jiao looked at Lang Shuailing who was walking over, and the evil thing behind him immediately stretched out a smooth and slender arm, spreading his five fingers wide and pressing it on his face.

An illusory soul is about to be pulled out by it.

When Zhang Jiao sniffed it lightly and was about to suck this soul into his nose, he saw a talisman suddenly appear on Lang Shuailing's soul. The red light intertwined into a red sun, which then shone through the gray and white mist in front of him, turning into a red light and flying towards the north.

It is extremely fast and fast, but it makes people unable to react.

Zhang Jiao looked at the gray fog slowly filling up in the air, his expression was cold.

"The three Yanghuis are really more and more surprising."

He muttered to himself, and his figure had already appeared in the back mountain of Ciyun Temple.

The edge of the shabby pagoda.

The father and son of Heijianzhai, who were tied to the ground, looked at the Sanyanghui people who were suddenly in turmoil, but their eyes were filled with joy. During the fight, the two kept moving their positions and looking for ways to escape as much as possible.

"Dad, wait for us..."

When his son was about to talk about his plan, he saw gray and white mist falling all over the sky, filling his entire vision, and there was a figure of his father in front of him.

"father?"

He immediately looked around and shouted.

But, no answer was received.

The gray fog was filled with it, and Zhang Jiao was strolling in it.

Every time he took a step, someone would come out from the gray fog and follow him quietly, neatly arranged according to his height.

From a distance, it seemed like a long line of marching in the gray fog, constantly shuttled between the dilapidated pagodas.

On the side of the back mountain, there were suddenly a burst of iron chains sounding, and a gap immediately cracked open on the abdomen of the mountain.

A Buddha statue with many arms and hundreds of eyes appeared in the gap, and the Buddha's light flowed on his body.

The wonderful Tao behind Zhang Jiao immediately walked out of the queue. He stood in front of the Buddha statue, imitating the posture of Monk Dingyuan, and formed the fearless seal with both hands, and then turned into the Dharma Seal, the Meditation Seal, the Touching Seal, and finally formed the Vow Seal.

The Buddha statue flashed golden light, but it did not dissipate and open the passage like the monk Dingyuan last time he made a seal. Instead, the dense eyes on his arms behind him opened.

It looked at the wonderful Tao in front of it and made a sound of "Om Mani Pame Hum".

Countless arms that seemed to be shaped like copper cast iron were revealed behind the Buddha statue, and they slapped at Miaodao with their heads and faces.

Miaodao only felt the darkness in front of him, and before he could react, his body was shot to the ground.

Countless palms with countless afterimages and huge powers were slapped at the wonderful way on the ground.

Amid the sound of slap and slap.

In an instant, the figure of Miaodao was gone on the ground.

Zhang Jiao looked at the ground that was three inches shorter from a distance, and his expression was a little more afraid.

The gray fog kept surging around him, but it could not penetrate the back mountain. As soon as he approached the back mountain, it suddenly turned into nothingness and disappeared completely.

In the mountain belly.

The eternal lamps are embedded on the stone walls chiseled on the mountain belly, illuminating the sky.

Countless Buddhist statues of scriptures are engraved in all places where they can be seen, and sounds like Zen singing continue to echo in the cave, and the sound of flames burning during this period.

A strange object like a kiln is in the middle of the mountain belly.

Its diameter is nearly one zhang, and it looks like a copper tripod, but it is incomplete and earless.

Above the round mouth, eight strange and exaggerated copper sculptures were stretching into the cauldron.

Looking closely, the copper plastic listed in the eight directions is clearly the "eight tribes" in the Brahma religion.

It corresponds to the depiction of the crowd of one day, the two dragons, the three yakshas, ​​the four gandas, the five Asuras, the six garura, the seven kinnara, and the eight mahoraga.

The eight tribes stared at the cauldron like a ferocious god, extremely majestic.

Countless strange charcoal like human bones burned under the cauldron, illuminating the room red, and the burning heat waves kept surging.

Monk Dingyuan was bare-jammed and naked, pouring buckets of butter with golden luster from the top of the twelve Daozi, and then carefully applied them evenly with both hands, even those Daozi who turned into rotten meat were not spared.

From head to toe, not a little more, not a little more.

The whole mountain belly was filled with the strange smell of oil, sandalwood and rotting.

He didn't care at all. Every time he applied his hands, he uttered a Buddha's name and kept chanting the scriptures.

The twelve Taoists were then touched into a golden man one by one, and then placed in a cauldron with red fire.

The Taoists immediately struggled and twisted, but the "Eight Tribes" listed at the entrance of the tripod appeared one after another, and invisible pressures kept them tightly in the tripod.

Under the high temperature of the flames, the golden oil applied to the Taoists became more and more golden.

Amid the sound of scriptures, the gold and oil not only did not evaporate by the high temperature, but instead solidified firmly on the bodies of the Taoists and kept seeping in.

The golden oil kept tormenting the Taoist people's bodies like boiling oil. With the sizzling sound, their bodies became smaller and smaller, as if they had shrunk significantly, and soon became as big as a child.

Countless colorful incense powers that are invisible to the naked eye have begun to undergo strange changes in their bodies under the influence of gold and oil.

The flesh, gold, oil, incense and mind power, these tangible and invisible substances are mixed in the body of the Taoist people. After being baked in the high temperature in the cauldron, they eventually become pools of semi-solid gold liquid.

Monk Dingyuan looked at the cauldron that was about to turn into gold liquid, but still struggled to glar at his Taoists, sighed with compassion.

"I Buddha is merciful."

"You all, please feel free to go. You must know that the sufferings in this life are all blessings in the next life. So why can't you let go? When the incense is completed, I will send you all the true spirits into the cycle of reincarnation, wash away this body of resentment and ignorance, and you will enjoy endless blessings in the next life."

As he said that, he chanted the scriptures again.

Amid the sound of the Sanskrit singing, Dingyuan suddenly opened his eyes.

The infinite Dharma Amitabha realm outside the mountain was touched.

He immediately looked out, but saw a slender figure outside the realm of the infinite Dharma Amitabha, peeking inside.
Chapter completed!