Eternal Sacred King

Chapter 588

"and after?"

Su Zimo asked subconsciously.

The old monk shook his head and said, "Later, there were many opinions and rumors. Some people said that the demon head of the Shuluzong was killed, and the monk was severely wounded, but he fell shortly afterwards. Others said that both sides suffered from both defeats. The jade and the stone burned, both twins fell ... "

"In short, the final outcome is that the two disappeared, their lives and deaths are unknown, their whereabouts are unknown, and they never appeared again."

In the tone of the old monk, there was some sigh.

He took over the beads in Su Zimo's hands and gently rubbed them between his fingers.

"Ok?"

After a few moments, the old monk suddenly seemed to find something, and he gave a soft sigh.

"how?"

Su Zimo asked quickly.

"It's nothing."

The old monk shook his head and said, "Actually, this is a congenital weapon of the Ming Dynasty at that time, called 'Ming Wang Rosary', which consists of six Buddhist beads."

"The rosary of the Ming dynasty is made from the immortal wood of the continent and the heart of the soul-cultivating tree. It is engraved with the seals of the six Daming Temples. You get this buddha, just one of them."

"The Ming Dynasty rosary was originally worn by a monk. The war was too horrible. The Ming Dynasty rosary was broken, and six beads were scattered all over the place ..."

Speaking of which, the old monk stretched out his thin fingers and lightly between his eyebrows.

A bright light flickered from the brow.

Immediately afterwards, I saw the old monk's eyebrows opened, and he spit out three longan-sized beads, just like Su Zimo's beads!

But if you look at it with concentration, you can see that the lines carved on each buddha are different.

The old monk said: "After the war, the monks at Daming Temple went out to search for a long time, and they only found three beads. Counting that you got this one, and two were lost."

"Daming Temple has a supreme method of a town temple, called" Daming True Scripture. "The True Scripture is divided into two parts. The upper part is called the Daming Mantra, also known as the six-character Daming Mantra.

Hearing here, Su Zimo not only recalled the six weird syllables recited by Mingzhen outside the ancient temple.

Those six syllables contain a mysterious power that is hard to predict!

The old monk's voice continued to sound: "The lower part is the Seal of the Ming Dynasty. There are a total of six, all printed on this string of Ming rosary. The Fuyin Seal you learned is one of them."

"The seals on the three beads in my hand are the seal of the demon demon, the seal of the imprisoned immortal and the seal of the immovable root."

Su Zimo nodded secretly.

The power of the Demon Seal is already so powerful. Presumably, the power of the Demon Seal, the Prisoner's Seal, and the Immortal Seal will never be weak!

Seeing Su Zimo's thoughts, the old monk couldn't help but smile, and said, "In fact, of the six seals, these four are the weakest."

"what?"

Su Zimo froze.

Is this just the weakest?

The old monk nodded and said, "You don't need to say more if you don't move. This is a type of defensive seal. But the three seals of Fu Mo, Jiang Yao, and Prisoner Immortal can be seen by just listening to their names. France and India remain alive. "

Fu, surrender, prisoner, have no intention of killing!

From the beginning of creation, these three Dharma Seals contain the compassion and bosom of Buddha.

The old monk said: "Of the six seals, the real power is really powerful. The ones that can be called the killing seals are the last two that have been lost.

As soon as the two French and Indian names blurted out, they trembled with a terrifying pressure!

"The Daming Mantra has six syllables, which correspond to the six seals. When practicing, with the Daming Mantra, there will be a deeper understanding and the power will be exerted to the maximum!"

"The practice method of the Daming curse is in the Tibetan scripture pavilion, and you can read it."

Su Zimo suddenly realized.

It turned out that his Fu Mo Yin had not yet exerted his true power.

If released in conjunction with the Daming curse, the power will be even more terrifying!

The young and old talked violently, and unknowingly, the sky was already dim.

Meanwhile, there was another chain-link sound in the backyard of the hall.

Seeing no one bothered, he went silent again.

From beginning to end, the old monk did not explain the matter and seemed to be accustomed to it.

It was getting late.

Su Zimo's chest shirt moved, and the little fox slept for a day, rubbing his sleepy eyes, and leaned out his head.

The little fox's eyes were still dull and not fully awake. Two little claws were resting on Su Zimo's chest, staring at the old monk in front of him, his eyes flickering, cute and touching.

The old monk smiled.

The little fox gradually returned to his senses, consciously a little embarrassed, and quickly lowered his head.

The old monk took a deep look at Su Zimo and said, "This little fox ... you have to take good care of it, don't let her be wronged ..."

"It's natural."

Su Zimo responded.

Immediately after, he suddenly felt something wrong.

The old monk's words just seemed to end, and he stopped talking.

When Su Zimo was about to ask, the old monk had switched the subject and asked, "Door, would you like to enter my Buddhist door?"

Su Zimo froze for a moment.

The old monk asked this question suddenly. He never thought about it.

The old monk said: "Don't worry, worshiping the Buddha will not restrict you too much. If you want to leave, you can leave at any time, and I will never stop it."

Although he hadn't cultivated his mentality, looking at the eyes of the old monk's hope, Su Zimo suddenly understood his heart.

The old monk guarded this ancient temple for more than 10,000 years at the bottom of the burial dragon valley, and guarded the inheritance of the Fahua Temple and Daming Temple for more than 10,000 years. He hoped that he could keep a fire for these two gates!

The old monk should feel that the limit is approaching before making such a request.

"it is good!"

Su Zimo nodded and answered.

The old monk nodded comfortably, holding a razor in his fingers, brushing gently over Su Zimo's head.

With a coolness.

Black hair falls.

The old monk's voice rang in Su Zimo's ears: "From today on, your Buddhist sacred name is Mingxin."

In fact, even if he didn't agree, Su Zimo could browse the ancient scriptures in the Tibetan Pavilion at will, but in his mind, he always felt a little overwhelmed.

What's more, now he fell into the bottom of the burial dragon valley, repaired to nothing, and was about to start over.

Cutting the black hair on top of the head symbolizes cutting the past, temporarily abandoning Su Zimo's identity, and forgetting the glory once.

From now on, he will devote himself to the bottom of this buried Dragon Valley, waiting for a moment of re-emergence!

The old monk found a piece of almost transparent silk from the storage bag, pierced the four beads in his hand, and made a rosary again.

"Although the Ming Wang rosary lacks two Buddhist beads, it also has some uses to isolate the Yuanyuan Zhenjun and the returning Taoist gods to investigate. You can accept it, even if it is your worship.

Su Zimo folded his hands and worshiped deeply.

This gift is too valuable!

Although two Buddhist beads are missing, after all, they used to be innate instruments!

Not to mention the power of Wang Nianzhu, the four seals above are enough to make countless monks crazy!

What's more, blocking the Yuanshen means that many secrets of Su Zimo will not be discovered.

Like before, the situation of being forced out by the demon mirror will never happen again!

This is an irreplaceable gift for Su Zimo!

PS: Two more rounds, ask if you are afraid!

(End of this chapter)