"According to what Master said, there are some things that they can't do, but they don't want to do, but whether they want to do it?"

"Yes." Monk Kongxu nodded.

"The centipede insect dies without being stiff. What's more, this huge court is just sick and endangered, and has not died yet." Monk Kongxu said meaningfully.

"Hey, Master, do you think the great monks in Guantian Pavilion can guess the energy of this country?"

Wusheng is very curious about this matter, whether in the past or present life.

"It should be possible, but the price will be very high, so great that even the Lord of Guantian Pavilion dared not try it easily."

Wusheng nodded after listening, and a picture appeared in his mind.

An old Taoist suddenly had a decades old expression, and vomited blood in big mouthfuls, just like he didn't have money.

Before they knew it, the topic they talked about was a bit far from it, and it was the current form.

"Master, we've been talking a little far. Should we consider our own affairs first?" Wusheng corrected the topic of deviation in time after hearing this. Now they still have a lot of broken things here and they don't understand clearly. They can't even manage the major events in the world, the destiny of dynasties, etc.

It is good to save the world and help the people, but they have the heart and no power.

"I thought about it carefully these days. When I was an official in the palace, I saw a secret story in a secret book. About five hundred years ago, there was a thousand-year-old temple in Sizhou called Jieyin Temple. Among them, there was a monk with profound practice. At that time, the world was in turmoil, demons caused trouble to the world, and people were living in poverty. He felt pity for the suffering of the people and went down the mountain to save all sentient beings. After returning, he felt something. He was in seclusion for six years and left, leaving behind a physical arhat. His lifelong cultivation turned into a Buddha's light."

A Buddha's light?

Wusheng was stunned when he heard this.

"Master, you wouldn't want me to find this light. You said that the body has been going through thousands of years but has not rotted. I believe this. After all, there is one light in our temple, but it is unreliable that a Buddha light can exist for hundreds of years, right? Maybe it will disperse long ago!"

"Two hundred years ago, someone saw the Buddha's light. It was rumored that a fierce monster was making waves nearby. When he flew over the ruins of the Guizhi Temple, he was destroyed by a golden light flying out of the mountain. Maybe it was the Buddha's light."

After hearing this, Wusheng took a deep breath and looked at the master in front of him.

He is worthy of being the former top scholar. He knows a lot of things that he has in the palace who has won the Sutra Tower.

"Master, you know so much. Why didn't you act early and didn't say it out loud? You have to jump out one by one?"

"I have read too many books and it's too complicated. I need to think about it slowly. Besides, the conditions in the past did not allow you. Haven't you come yet?" Monk Kongxu said seriously.

Wusheng was choked after hearing this, and for a moment he didn't know how to refute it.

"Okay, let's talk about the serious matter. If the Buddha's light really exists, how can I bring it back if I find it? It's a light!"

"You can try it with a glass cup." Kongxu said.

"So, I have to go down the mountain again?"

"Thank you for your hard work." Kongxu said earnestly.

"Master, I think you are so hypocritical!" Wusheng stared at Monk Kongxu for a long time and said.

Amitabha Buddha, monk Kongxu, shouted the Buddha's name, solemn and dignified.

"I will go down the mountain in two days. Before that, I want to enter the Demon-Subduing Array once." Wusheng said.

"What are you going there to do, don't you think?"

"I want to see the talismans in the formation." Wusheng Dao.

"Oh, that's OK." Monk Kongxu nodded after hearing this. He thought that his disciple wanted to try to destroy the Rakshasa King's body again.

Through Kong Konggong Abbot's Zen Room, Wusheng entered the underground formation.

The entire formation was filled with blood mist, which was formed by the arms and palms of the Rakshasa king who had been cut down before. There was a little Buddha light in the formation, which was intertwined into a piece, like stars in the sky.

Compared with the destruction of the outside formation, the underground formation is still complete, with only that gap. In addition, the Buddhist scriptures and mantras in the formation are preserved very completely.

The previous few times, I came in a hurry and couldn't stay there. I could not carefully observe the secrets of the magic mantras and scriptures in this formation. At this time, Wusheng's cultivation has improved a lot. Last time, he was tempered by the blood essence and entered the spirit, and his mind was even stronger after being desperate for a lifetime.

In addition, with the help of Long Yuan, his magic power has increased by many times compared to before. This time, he will naturally have a double confidence in entering this Demon-Subduing Array.

According to Monk Kongxu, if you enter the Demon-Subduing Array again, the impact of the blood mist on Wusheng will be weak to a very slight, which can be considered as a resistance.

Standing outside the formation, looking at the pervasive nothingness, the body of the Rakshasa king in the formation was half-disappeared.

After entering the formation, the blood mist rushed over immediately, but was blocked by the Buddha light on his body.

This time, what he wanted to do was not to destroy the body of Rakshasa King, but to study the Buddhist mantras here.

There is a circle of talismans around the formation. These talismans are like iron chains and high walls, blocking the blood mist inside to prevent them from seeping out.

Wusheng took out the pen, ink and paper, looked at the slightly glowing spell, and carefully described it. Then he wrote the word "prison" next to it.

The blood mist is like a criminal, and this spell is like a cage, imprisoning them here.

As he continued to deepen, he found some magic spells beside the flesh of those sitting monks and arhats. He had seen and had mastered them, and they played a defensive role.

He also carefully described it and wrote the word "Yu" next to the mantra.

As he continued to move forward, he discovered several magic spells, and he finally came to the body of the Rakshasa King, where the blood mist around him was the thickest.

Wusheng even saw the evil ghost Rakshasa transformed from the blood mist and rushed towards him. However, he was seen through by his Dharma eyes and ignored him. He could not get shattered by the light of the body-protecting Buddha when he approached, and did not cause any harm to him.

Under this Rakshasa king, he saw different Buddhist mantras. The power released by these mantras is stronger than the ones he saw just now. These mantras give him the feeling of thunder and fire, in order to subdue demons!

Wusheng carefully described all these mantras.

The arm that was cut off by him last time was still standing in the formation. The once smooth arm was covered with cracks, like the bark of a dead tree. The palm that was cut off at the beginning had been mostly worn out by the formation. At this time, it was like a clay sculpture's palm, and it fell to the ground and broke all over the ground.

Wusheng looked at the mantra depicted in his hand and looked at the palm again.

"This is a rare experimental place, you can try this magic spell."

Wusheng used fingers as the pen and magic power as the ink, and wrote talismans on the Rakshasa King's residual palm.

At first glance, this mantra seems to have no rules, like a phoenix dances and a dragon fly. I just feel that a small mantra is magnificent, but in fact, the mantras and Buddhist scriptures are originally one.

Great monks, speaking according to the Dharma, reciting and writing scriptures, are all mantras.

I raised my hand and wrote one-third of it, but Wusheng couldn't continue writing. It seemed that something was blocking my fingers. The way of doing things was completely different from the way I took the pen to describe it. I had encountered such problems when I first wrote the mantra that I had learned.

If you don't work once, then twice. If you don't work again, then ten times, a hundred times,

Nothing else, you know what you do.

With previous experience, Wusheng was not in a hurry. The blood mist around him continued to transform, and then rushed towards him, all of which were broken by the Buddhist teachings all over his body.

Now he doesn't need to worry about the exhaustion of mana. Now his mana has increased too much compared to before, giving him the illusion of being inexhaustible. Moreover, the dragon essence has not been completely exhausted so far and is still turning into mana.

After writing it ten times, it can be written halfway.

As he wrote, he ignored the blood mist around him. The Rakshasa king in front of him only saw the magic spell in his eyes.
Chapter completed!