Chapter 32: The monk finally leaves, the Shinto spirit realm

The black box opened, and the light from the magic stone lamp shone into the soul-sealing crystal bottle.

After regaining his sight, Monk Huijing reacted coldly.

It should be Lu Feng who wants to ask him questions.

Monk Huijing was ready, but the next moment, the crystal bottle he was standing in was suddenly picked up by a pair of hands.

With a "pop" sound, the stopper of the crystal bottle was taken out by Lu Feng.

Monk Huijing reached out of the crystal bottle with his spirit, and once again saw the world with extremely rich spiritual energy.

Once again, Monk Huijing was full of doubts.

This person is really strange. Where did such a spiritual realm with rich spiritual energy from heaven and earth come from?

His master, the senior master in Dahe Temple, cultivated a spiritual realm where the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was not as good as here. It was really strange.

While Monk Huijing was daydreaming, the crystal bottle tilted, and the monk's sandalwood rosary rolled down the bottle wall and was pressed onto the desk by a hand.

Monk Huijing looked back and saw a black [Mark of the Undead] composed of a cold aura approaching.

"What do you want to do? Didn't you promise to spare my life if I told you the technique and the method?"

Feeling the breath of the "Mark of the Undead", the remaining soul of Monk Huijing felt that something was wrong and shouted with some trembling.

Lu Feng turned a deaf ear to Monk Huijing's shouts, staring coldly at the sandalwood rosary, and used his powerful mental power to seal every place on the table.

The ghost that had just been subdued was also floating nearby, staring at Monk Huijing.

Never give him the slightest chance to escape.

"I advise you not to resist. Just accept this mark. Once I use it to verify the truth of what you said before, I will give you a chance to live!"

Lu Feng persuaded him, intending to use words to break down Monk Huijing's resistance.

After all, the sandalwood rosary contains a force of Buddha. If Monk Huijing resists, the fragile mark of the undead may not be able to easily take down the monk's remaining soul.

But things can never develop smoothly. Monk Huijing in the sandalwood rosary only felt what Lu Feng said.

Just like the devil's words that led him to fall, they cannot be fully trusted.

What's more, this person has never made any promises in front of him, so he might be a gloomy person.

If he really listened to him and accepted this strange mark, he, as a monk, would probably never have the chance to resist in his entire life.

There are thousands of ways in the world to control and enslave other people's souls, and Monk Huijing alone has mastered several of them.

Monk Huijing knew the consequences of a soul being enslaved by others, but he had never taught these methods to Lu Feng before.

After receiving the mark, if it were to be verified, Monk Huijing knew that he would definitely not have a good ending.

After Lu Feng spoke, Monk Huijing in the sandalwood rosary did not say a word. He just curled up in the beads and recited the scriptures obediently.

Does this monk intend to resist to the end?

Lu Feng's heart trembled, thinking that something was wrong. The mark of the undead floating next to the rosary shot towards the rosary without hesitation, aiming to capture Monk Huijing.

But the next moment, a layer of golden Buddha light emerged on the sandalwood rosary, stubbornly resisting the dark mark of the undead.

The Buddha's light is hot, and the mark of the dead is cold.

Naturally counteracting.

Since the function of the Mark of the Undead is not to attack and its power is small, the Buddha's light in the sandalwood rosary will purify the black Mark of the Undead after a while.

At the same time, the Buddha's light on the rosary also dimmed a little.

"You resisted to death. It seems you have told a lot of lies!"

Lu Feng stared at the sandalwood rosary, his fingers pressing on the beads tightly. His mental power enveloped the surroundings, dispersing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth near the rosary, and preventing Monk Huijing from absorbing the spiritual energy and recovering his Buddha power.

At the same time, the dead seed of the energy-absorbing ancient tree also flew to the sandalwood rosary under Lu Feng's control, emitting a faint green light and absorbing the Buddha's power from the sandalwood rosary.

The energy-absorbing ancient tree is a big eater that swallows the energy of heaven and earth. It accepts any type of energy.

The vitality of the dead seed of the energy-absorbing ancient tree that Lu Feng cultivated while practicing the Qingmu Changsheng Sutra gradually increased, and it gradually showed a trace of the power of the energy-absorbing ancient tree.

Although it is insignificant, it is enough to deal with the equally weak and poor monk Huijing.

Lu Feng didn't dare to use other level 0 spells. He was afraid that he couldn't control the power of the spell well and accidentally crushed the weak Buddhist power in the sandalwood rosary, leaving Monk Huijing without a support and dying.

On one side, there is the absorption of the dead species, and on the other side, there is the erosion of the undead mark, attacking from both sides.

Monk Huijing in the sandalwood rosary could still hold up at the beginning, but as time went by, the Buddha's light on the sandalwood rosary became dimmer.

A few minutes later, the Buddha's light, which had become almost invisible, suddenly shattered, and a black mark of the dead shot into the sandalwood rosary at a rapid speed.

The Buddha's light was exhausted, and the remaining soul of Monk Huijing was on the verge of breaking. At this time, the monk had lost consciousness and self.

The mark of the dead entered the sandalwood rosary and encountered almost no resistance, and it was successfully integrated into a weak consciousness.

"It's such a pity for the monk. After resisting to the end, you are the only one who gets hurt!"

Lu Feng sighed and carefully sensed the remaining soul of Monk Huijing that was controlled by the Mark of the Undead.

No, to be precise, when Monk Huijing's consciousness and self had already fought against Lu Feng's control, he died as the Buddha's light was exhausted.

Now, what remains in the rosary are the remnants of a soul that is like a vegetable.

Weaker than the other ghost.

Through the mark of the undead, Lu Feng looked through the memories left in his weak consciousness, and there were only a bunch of chaotic images and sounds left.

"This monk has a lot of experience. I hope I can find some useful information from his memory. Hey, what is this?"

Suddenly, Lu Feng, who was looking through his faint conscious memory, suddenly saw an interesting memory fragment.

On a cliff near a river.

A skinny old monk sat opposite Monk Huijing. Monk Huijing looked worried and asked the old monk:

"Master, I have been practicing to open up all my acupoints for three years. My Buddha power and my physical body have reached the limit. Is there any way to help me overcome this difficulty?"

Hearing his disciple's distress, the old monk opened his eyes, his eyes gleaming with light without a trace of turbidity.

Under the steep cliff, the river water roared, raising waves of water vapor that drifted past the old monk in the wind, faintly illuminating a magnificent Buddhist pure land filled with Buddhist music.

Monk Huijing looked at the spiritual scenery displayed by his master with envy and obsession on his face, and he was immersed in it.

Seeing the old monk's sad face, he said in a hoarse voice:

"My disciple, do you know why I gave you the word 'Jing' in your Dharma name? Huijing, Huijing, I hope you can use wisdom to see through the obsessions in your heart, so that your heart will be calm and the waves will be calmed. Unfortunately, you still can't see through this!"

Listening to the master's muttering, Huijing lowered her head in shame.

"Forget it, since you can't see through it, I will show you a way. More than a thousand kilometers south of here, there is a Shinto spiritual realm that will be born soon. If you go there, you may encounter an opportunity that allows you to cultivate into a spiritual realm!"

After saying this, the old monk closed his eyes.

"Thank you, Master!"

Monk Huijing was overjoyed to receive the master's guidance. He bowed to the master and set off south the next day.

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