Starting from the Abandoned Disciple in Laoshan

Chapter 12 The Truth of the Longevity Seed
Kumarajiva suffered a little loss from Shen Mo just now, and the Nether Sect immediately ran into his hands, which is really a good chance.

However, Shen Mo's ability is really not trivial. Although Kumarajiva saw that these people from the Nether Sect were loose, he didn't dare to be careless.

Who knows what evil spells are behind those weird runes on their bodies?
When Kumarajiva came up, he was like a lion fighting a rabbit, and he showed his full strength.

As soon as the Dragon Elephant Dharma Body came out, Xu Shi's heart was burning wildly with King Ming's anger, and the qi in his body was full of anger, his stature swelled, and the tattered robes were actually burning with orange-red flames.

Such momentum shocked the Nether Sect disciples suddenly. As for the entourage brought by Kumarajiva, they all prostrated themselves on the ground, chattering and babbling.

For this Dragon Elephant Dharma King, there is no limit to praise.

If it is translated in the Chinese language, it is roughly:
The Dragon Elephant Dharma King has boundless mana; the Great Buddha of the West has come to the Central Plains and so on...

There are even shrewd attendants who have already picked up the suona and started playing it loudly.

The disciples of the Nether Sect are obviously wearing a robe that is very evil in the eyes of outsiders. Seeing that Kumarajiva seems to be burning with the anger of the Incarnate King, and seeing those entourages chanting mantras, and someone playing the suona to accompany them, they feel that What terrifying evil methods are being cast by this foreign monk!

terrible!

The disciples of the Nether Sect are dressed strangely, but that doesn't mean they really know magic.

They are just ordinary people, they know how to punch and kick, and they are good at playing tricks outside. If they really try their best, they are probably no match for those second- and third-rate masters who lick blood at the edge of their swords.

Some disciples of the Nether Sect saw something bad and ran away directly.

Those who reacted slowly were directly reduced to meat paste under the palm of Kumarajiva's dragon elephant.

The rest of the Nether Sect's disciples didn't dare to stay, and fled in all directions.

Kumarajiva killed a few young men, and felt that it was not interesting.

These Nether Sect members are so vulnerable, it seems that the judge is already the biggest leader of the Nether Sect?

In this way, he calmed down a lot.It's not that the ideas of the Nether Sect are too strong, but that he just happened to meet the strongest ideas of the Nether Sect.

In today's world, there are very few people who can overwhelm him. It's nothing more than bad luck, and they happened to meet him just now.

It is not surprising that Kumarajiva had this misunderstanding.Don't say that he is an eminent monk from a foreign land, even in the Middle Earth, there are still very few people who are familiar with the affairs of the Nether Sect.Because the Nether Sect is an extremely secretive sect in Middle-earth, with a great reputation, but few people know the internal organizational structure.Especially the most core figures in the sect, such as Meng Po and judges, all of them can see the head but not the tail. Not to mention the ordinary congregation, they are the envoys who have real power and dominate one side. It's not easy either.

Kumarajiva first asked his followers what they had gained in Maha Temple and how they had conflicts with those of the Nether Sect. He didn't notice that the blood of the dead disciples of the Nether Sect was mixed with the robes, causing the robes on the robes to bleed. There was a faint blood light, and the runes on the cassock burrowed into the soil like tadpoles.

In addition, the Nether Sect members who fled in all directions fell to the ground in a strange way within less than a hundred feet from the Maha Temple. The strange runes on the robes seemed to come alive, and they burrowed into the Nether like leeches. The skin and flesh of the congregation, one by one the congregation died on the spot, and the runes immediately burrowed into the soil one by one like tadpoles.

The night is getting darker!

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When Shen Mo and Kumarajiva fought, Yuan Yi was unable to resist the dissipated force of the two due to exhaustion, and was directly stunned.

When he woke up, in a groggy environment, there was still a hazy gleam of blood.

Tick ​​tock!

Tick ​​tock!

Tick ​​tock!

The sound of dripping water dripped into his Zen mind, which had just undergone major changes, and the stench of rotting corpses and the irritating smell of blood poured into his nose.

A dark and slender shadow stood silently beside him,

"You finally woke up."

Yuanyi looked over and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Shen Mo."

"Ah."

Yuan Yi hesitated, and asked him, "Which dungeon is this?"

He has never been in before, and only knows the specific location of the dungeon. The environment here is really dark and humid. The top of the dungeon seeps down.

A prison made of white bones was soaked in blood, with strange and inexplicable runes engraved on it, which looked like a prison-like altar.

Looking inside the prison, there is a monk sitting cross-legged, holding a scroll of scriptures in human skin, his eyebrows are stained with blood, and his body is emaciated.

The facial features can be discerned vaguely.

He was shocked.

"Abbot."

Yuanyi felt sad for a moment.

"Yes, this is the place where I was imprisoned before, but the appearance has changed drastically now. As for the old monk Guixi, I didn't move his body here."

If a monk dies normally, it is called "passing away", and if he dies abnormally, he will return to the west.

The round meaning is so clear that he immediately guessed the meaning of Shen Mo's words.

After all, he is proficient in Dharma. Faced with such a strange and sad event, he still calmed down quickly, "I guessed it more or less. With the abbot's cultivation level, I am afraid that there are still decades before his death. He went really suddenly. This How did the altar come about?"

After Yuanyi's sadness subsided, he looked at the abbot's body again, without the respect and love of the past in his heart, and instead, there was a lot of horror in Zen's heart that he didn't have in the past.

It seemed that the abbot was no longer the kind and easy-going eminent monk in the past. His body was carrying an extremely ferocious ghost, which might wake up at any time.

"I don't know, but this altar is evil and very dangerous, but why..." Shen Mo paused, "I'm very interested in it."

To be precise, the blood eyes between the eyebrows are very interested in it, and also very interested in the human skin scriptures in its hand.

It's a pity that Shen Mo has no way to affect the altar of bones, let alone take out the volume of human skin scriptures.

And the pool of blood under the old monk's body has expanded to the outside of the altar, and the danger here has increased dramatically.Once he exceeds the warning line in Shen Mo's heart, he will leave without hesitation.

But before that, he was still coveting the things in the altar.

The road to eternal life is full of dangers, but behind the dangers are also more or less accompanied by opportunities.

Fortune comes and disaster depends on, disaster comes and good fortune lies.

The trouble should end it.

Since the old monk is the abbot of Moha Temple, maybe he will leave some clues on weekdays, Yuanyi may be able to help him.

Of course, he will not force friends.

Similarly, he will let Yuanyi recognize the reality first.

The dead old monk was no longer the old monk in Yuan Yi's heart.

Undoubtedly, Yuanyi's Zen mind clearly told Yuanyi that the abbot was likely to transform into some terrible monster, and the instigator was probably the altar in front of him.

Yuanyi was silent for a while, "Shen Mo, do you really want to get involved in such evil things?"

Shen Mo smiled indifferently, "Do you think that stepping into the cultivation of gods and proving supernatural powers is the bone of immortality in the world's imagination?"

The gap between his brows was wide open, his scarlet blood eyes bulged, and he looked extraordinarily terrifying, and there was an indescribable sense of harmony with the environment of the dungeon at the moment.

"This is refining gods, this is supernatural powers!" The cold voice hit Yuanyi's Zen heart.

Shen Mo personally showed Yuanyi the true face of "refining the gods".

The long-lived species is already another species that is different from human beings. It is not the fairy-tale and dignified treasure that the world imagines, but it is extremely ferocious and frightening.

Just as the victors of history embellish the bloody history, the horror of the longevity species is also embellished by mortals with beautiful myths and legends.

Since there are many bones in front of the Longevity Gate, how can the immortals be as beautiful as the world imagines.

Pink skulls, white bones, etc., are actually metaphors for the true appearance of the immortal.

The so-called immortal demeanor and dignified treasures are nothing more than the wishful thinking of ordinary people on the immortal.

(End of this chapter)