Chapter 935: Five Harms

What do you mean?

Everyone calls him Baron Xingyi, why are you special?

With such a form of address, Liang Qu didn't know how to respond for a while, thought for a moment: "You have no name? Just a single character Yuan?"

"Yes, when I was young, my family was poor, and my parents sold me for eight taels and two coins to exchange for rice to eat. Master led me into the mountain gate, and after divination, he took a single character Yuan for me. Blue Jicai of the Imperial Observatory is my uncle."

Blue Jicai...

Fresh in memory, Liang Qu felt that the painting style of the entire Louguan Terrace seemed to have some similarities. Perhaps Daoists are all like this. He practiced "Ten Thousand Victories Holding the Origin" and couldn't directly deny the relationship.

In the world of rivers and lakes, pulling more relationships will never be wrong.

"The Louguan Terrace Daoist child also came to seize the Life-Bound Buddha?"

Among the five great orthodoxies.

The Hanging Temple and Louguan Terrace are two very special ones. Their historical foundations are completely different from the other three, and theoretically, they should have similar things.

"Abiding Nirvana is a wonder of the world, a rare ritual. Since I came to see it, I also came to try it."

A little chat.

Master Di Xian did not disturb.

Master Huai Kong watched his nose and heart, not disturbed by external things.

After a while.

Yuan stopped talking and stepped aside.

Liang Qu looked back.

Abbot Master Di Xian pointed to the vortex in the Buddha's palm: "The six demons are different. How to pass the barrier, the old monk only warns to be careful and cautious. For the rest, there is no more advice. Donor, calm your mind, step into the golden wheel, and after seizing it, you will also walk out of the golden wheel at the corresponding position. What kind of Life-Bound Buddha it is, we will know just by looking at the orientation."

Everything was told, and there was no more confusion in his heart.

Liang Qu said thank you, took the lead, stepped into the golden wheel, and it felt like walking into the Buddha's navel.

Behind him was the Hanging Temple's Master Huai Kong.

The remaining four looked at each other and stepped into the vortex golden wheel according to their age.

If one person seized it, facing the records throughout the ages, there would definitely be pressure, but the pressure would never be as great as several people breaking through the barrier at the same time. Fortunately, the five of them were all the best of their generation, the sand washed by the waves, and they would not be afraid before fighting.

The waves surged.

All five of them disappeared into the golden wheel.

Outside the Fulong Temple, the crowd was surging, tens of thousands of people stared at the golden Buddha. The golden Buddha was a thousand zhang high, straight into the clouds, but the entrance was located at the lower abdomen, half-covered, barely able to see a few points.

"Hey, hey, hey, people went in, went in!"

"Can't see clearly, is there anyone who practices pupil techniques and has good eyesight?"

"I saw clearly, there should be six people who went in, there seems to be a Daoist inside, it should be the five great orthodoxies plus Baron Xingyi?"

"I don't know what the six will seize..."

"Baron Xingyi is Great Shun's number one person, I don't know if he can touch the Root Buddha?"

"Open the market, open the market! Is it an Arhat, a Bodhisattva, or a Buddha! Come, come, is anyone interested." The speculator's face flushed, but it didn't attract the imagination's response. Instead, a bunch of angry eyes were cast.

"Donor, this is a clean place of the Buddhist sect..."

The little novice monk bowed, and the person in the crowd who shouted to open the market immediately felt ashamed.

Forgot the place.

"Little Master, don't blame, Little Master, don't blame!"

At the entrance of the Hanging Temple, Yang Dongxiong and the others who had been watching for a while knew there would be no results in a short time, waiting in vain was useless, and were led to the courtyard by the little novice monk to settle down.

"Wait, how did it seem like we forgot something? Is someone missing?" Xu Zishuai stopped his steps and looked around.

The others looked at each other and silently counted the number of people.

"One, two, three, four..." The little Mirage Dragon swung its tail, "Not missing."

Xiang Zhangsong also counted again, his own sect, the Dragon people, Guan Congjian's group: "Indeed not missing."

Xu Zishuai looked around a few times, and didn't find anyone missing, scratched his head.

"Strange, I was overthinking, let's go, let's go."

The little novice monk climbed the stairs and continued to lead the way.

Buddha's palm.

Abbot Master Di Xian waited silently for a while and then turned to leave.

Below the floating island, the ships on the Dajiang flowed forward again, more and more people rushed over. Just around the Fulong Temple, there were no less than hundreds of thousands of outsiders. The local government office didn't have enough manpower and needed the monks to assist in maintaining order. Somewhere on the riverbank.

Splash, splash.

The water surged incessantly, rippling layers of ripples, Otter-Otter-Kai grabbed Scarface's head and pressed it hard into the water. Seeing its struggle gradually diminish, it bared its sharp teeth, laughed wildly at the sky, and suddenly, its peripheral vision caught a glimpse, finding that for some reason, the stairs between the Fulong Temple and the Hanging Temple had been retracted.

Without stairs, how should they go up?

In a daze.

A sharp claw probed out of the water, firmly grabbing Otter-Otter-Kai's head hair, and caught it off guard, pressing it back into the water.

Splash!

Otter-Otter-Kai fell into the water, greatly shocked.

Damn Scarface.

Faking death!

"Whoosh!"

Stepping into the golden wheel, Liang Qu only felt a weightlessness all over his body, falling freely, not landing for a long time. Looking at the vastness, it was like a chaotic universe, stars shining, and his thoughts couldn't help but fall into thinking.

"Root Buddha..."

The so-called ritual can almost be regarded as a man-made god.

Using the remnants after the death of Ethereal Dragon and above great powers, combined with the resentment and wishes of the believers, it becomes a kind of "black box" that can achieve a predetermined purpose, terrifying and unparalleled, and in specific aspects, even stronger than when the great power was alive!

The Ghost Mother Sect's Ghost Mother is like this, cycling through death, repeating endlessly.

The Great Snow Mountain's Great Black Heaven is also like this, and its inheritance is even longer and more evil than the Ghost Mother. The memory of the evil feeling of the whole body wanting to crack and open its eyes is still fresh.

Liang Qu suspected that there was more than one ritual in the Great Snow Mountain. Ten thousand years of foundation might hide a whole pantheon!

He had blasted Haruhan's true qi at that time, breaking the medium for the Great Black Heaven to influence reality, not breaking the gaze itself.

If he could really seize the Great Sun Tathagata...

All rituals are like nothing, all gods are like death!

Let them be strong, the breeze brushes the mountain post.

No matter how strange your methods are, no matter how special the mechanism is, they are all void, speak with numbers!

For Liang Qu, whose main battlefield is Jianghuai and the Great Snow Mountain, this is an absolute benefit, tailored, and there is no need to worry about a Grandmaster suddenly sacrificing a ritual, being hit by a man-made god, and it might have miraculous effects when breaking the blood sacrifice layout at Blue Lake.

True protection!

Speaking of which, the Buddhist sect seems to be atheists, so the Great Sun Tathagata restrains ghosts and monsters?

"Can't lose face."

Twenty-two entering Perfected Form, dual cultivation of Buddha and Dao, extraordinary talent, truly gave others great expectations.

Don't know how long he fell.

In a trance, it was like waking up from a big dream.

Boom, boom, boom.

Sound of water.

The sound of the Dajiang rushing and washing, like thunder rolling.

Opened his eyes.

Liang Qu stood on the cliff, below him was the roaring muddy Sha River, impacting the canyon cliffs, making a thunderous roar.

"What is this? Illusion?"

Liang Qu frowned.

Looking far away.

He found that the river in the canyon was roaring and rushing towards the distant village.

Liang Qu subconsciously raised his hand to control the water, but found that he was holding a "plowshare" covered in mud, and the great power that could make hundreds of millions of tons of water flow backward in a single thought had disappeared without a trace, only able to watch the flood wash over, drowning the villagers screaming in the village.

Women and children struggled in the vortex, broken horizontal wood smashed down, the screams stopped, a pool of pink bloomed on the water surface, and was washed away without a trace.

"Annoyance?"

One of the five great harms of demons is annoyance. Annoyance can be divided into annoyance of the body and annoyance of the mind.

For annoyance of the mind, it is mostly various groundless emotions, or annoyance that arises for no reason or inexplicably. Or it was just a small matter, but suddenly unreasonably furious.

For annoyance of the body, it is rumored that demons will use various ways to make the practitioner have great fear; or make him see various evil shapes, or hear various evil sounds, etc., and make his cultivation stop...

Suddenly.

Someone behind Liang Qu shouted in panic.

"Gun, it's not good, another village has been flooded!"

"..."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 936 =====