Chapter 457 Do you think the golden light of merit can still protect you?
The catastrophe is coming. Kong Chen had only this thought in his mind.
"Master, please put the overall situation first!" He rushed over and knelt down in front of Wu You.
Wu You sneered in the golden light, "You beg me now? It's too late."
Strands of black mist began to emerge from his body, and those black mists were actually intertwined with the golden light. You are in me, and I am in you.
Kong Chen's mind was blank. Only the golden light of merit on Wu You could suppress the white bone.
Now that Wu You has withdrawn the golden light of merit, the white bone naturally cannot be suppressed.
Wuyou said, "I can continue to guard this bone, but I want Ruan Mingzhuo to die! If Ruan Mingzhuo doesn't die today, the future catastrophe in the world will be caused by her!"
Mingzhuo saw this situation and knew that this was definitely another attempt to sow discord. He and Cibei were indeed worthy of being master and disciple.
"You old man are so bad, and you want to throw dirty water on my head? You are so shameless, and you even said that you are guarding this bone. Don't you know whether it is to suppress or to get benefits?"
And the other party is obviously fearless. No wonder everyone kept their mouths shut when he made such a mistake and helped to clean up the mess.
It turned out that he was using the bones to scare everyone, and he also wanted others to take care of his emotions.
Wuyou raised her hand, and countless golden lights wrapped in black mist attacked her. Something was shaking underground.
Mingzhuo quickly raised his sword, and the sword light flashed, those golden lights.
But more golden lights flew over, and he didn't care, and wanted to pull all the golden lights away.
The shaking underground became even louder.
Kongchen was anxious, and he formed a seal with his hands to seal that thing, but it was quickly bounced away and he spit out blood.
Although he also had the golden light of merit, it was too weak and could not suppress it at all.
"Do you choose whether Ruan Mingzhuo dies, or I release the bones and we all die together?" Wuyou took a step forward, and countless black mists lingered under his feet.
The black mist contained a strange power, and Kongchen couldn't bear it and spit out blood again.
The people outside the cave also noticed something was wrong, and as soon as they rushed in, they were all knocked to the ground by Wuyou's swing of the Zen staff.
The cold breath was like a maggot attached to the bone, and once it touched the skin and flesh, it desperately drilled in.
On the contrary, Gu Xu stood still, completely unaffected.
Wuyou looked at Gu Xu in surprise, why was this mortal safe and sound?
Gu Xu looked up at him: "Why do you lie? No matter what you choose, you will not let everyone leave alive."
Wuyou laughed: "If you crawl at my feet and worship me as the Lord of God, I can bless you."
Mingzhuo: "Do you really think you are a vegetable? Aren't you just bones? You don't need to suppress them, just destroy them directly."
She did what she said. She stepped on her toes and her figure was so fast that only the afterimage could be seen. She slashed into the deep cave with a sword.
Wuyou was frightened. He didn't expect her to play by the rules. He slapped her with a palm, but was suddenly illuminated by a light and stopped for a second.
Gu Xu's palms were covered in blood, and the entire bronze mirror was almost stained red with blood. He had an idea in his mind that as long as he kept shining on Wuyou, the black mist would dissipate.
Wuyou was furious, and turned his Zen stick around and swung it at him, "How dare a grain of rice compete with the sun and the moon?"
Gu Xu had tried his best to block it with the bronze mirror, but still stepped back a few steps and spit out a mouthful of blood.
At the same time, a strange buzzing sound stretched out from the dark cave, mixed with strange mumbling.
The sound seemed to come from the distant underground, or the distant sky, ethereal and frightening.
In an instant, something weighed heavily on everyone's heart, making them want to prostrate themselves on their knees.
"God, this must be a god!" Wuyou was ecstatic. He had tried to communicate with Bai Gu countless times. It must be that the god saw his sincerity and wanted to appoint him as the spokesperson for the human world!
However, this joy only lasted for a few seconds. A strong wave hit and knocked everyone to the ground.
The whispering disappeared. Not only that, but the power that he had been able to sense in Bai Gu also disappeared.
Ming Zhuo walked out of the darkness with a sword in hand. "Okay, Bai Gu has been crushed into powder, and you are useless."
At that moment, her expression was a bit dull and cold.
But the next second when she saw Gu Xu, her spirit returned to her eyes. "You also hurt Ah Xu?"
Wuyou originally wanted to take the opportunity to sneak attack, but the golden light of merit just came over and was broken by Ming Zhuo's sword.
The tip of the sword rushed towards him with unstoppable force. Wuyou was terrified and tried his best to mobilize the golden light of merit to protect his body, but it was too late...
With a puff, the invisible sword light broke through the golden light and pierced into Wuyou's body.
He fell down and looked at Mingzhuo in disbelief, "How is it possible..."
How could someone break the golden light of merit? He didn't believe it! How could he die? Impossible!
Ming Zhuo: "Nothing is impossible. You may have done many good things when you were young, so you have great merits. But you are greedy for life and afraid of death. You are reluctant to enter Nirvana. You steal other people's life spans, collude with evil demons such as Yuan Qingwan, rob people, kill people, and rewrite other people's horoscopes. You have done so many bad things. Do you think the golden light of merit can still protect you?"
The golden light of merit, which is extremely strong and yang, should be the nemesis of all evil things.
But now the golden light of merit is used by Wuyou to cover up the evil spirit, and it has become one with the evil spirit, and it is no longer pure.
Wuyou's luck has run out, and no amount of merit can protect him.
Wuyou's face aged rapidly, and in a moment, his face was full of wrinkles and he looked old.
He has lived for more than a hundred years, and he has returned to his original appearance, with a dry body like an old tree root.
Kongchen was grief-stricken: "Master!"
The others also had sad and sighing faces.
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The next day, Mingzhuo prepared to leave with Gu Xu.
The entire Qingmen Temple was shrouded in grief, and more monks came from all over to mourn.
Kongchen brought Wuyou to see Mingzhuo off: "Thank you, Mr. Ruan, for saving us this time."
If it weren't for Mingzhuo, the entire Qingmen Temple would have become a purgatory on earth.
After a pause, Kongchen couldn't help but want to explain, "Actually, Master..."
He gave up Taoism and became a Buddhist because he could not bear to see the sufferings of the world and wanted to emulate Guanyin Bodhisattva and save all sufferings in the world.
In that era, there were wars everywhere. He felt that Taoism could not save people, so he became a Buddhist.
He is a master respected by both Buddhism and Taoism, and he is also Bai Tingtao's uncle.
Mingzhuo is not in a good mood, and Ah Xu is still a little uncomfortable. She always feels stuffy in her chest, but she can't tell what it is.
"You don't have to tell me all this." Mingzhuo said calmly, "I'm not interested in what kind of person he is, or what kind of difficulties he has. I only know that he finally chose to point the tip of the knife at the public, so the sword in my hand is his destination."
"If you want me to understand him, or take care of your feelings and say a few nice words, then forget it."
"Of course, if any of you want revenge, you are always welcome."
After Mingzhuo's figure walked away, Wunian said in disbelief, "Why is she like this?"
Wunian grew up in the temple since he was a child, and had never experienced such a life and death separation, and he couldn't accept it emotionally for a while.
Mingzhuo was too cold and seemed a little inhuman.