Cong Yun also glanced secretly at Kong Ju.

How could the scene of golden light blooming between his eyebrows just now escape his eyes?

Originally, when the Buddha's voice rang out, Cong Yun thought Kong Ju was going to be killed, but he didn't expect that he managed to hold on.

"Donor Kong has many secrets."

In this way, Congyun felt relieved. Even if Kong Ju left him, he would still be able to protect himself.

If I really have to take action later, it will be helpful to me.

Fortunately, after the Buddhist sound, there was no further attack.

Kong Ju followed closely behind Yu Congyun and continued up the stairs.

At this time, he deliberately asked: "Young monk Congyun, this spiritual attack uses Buddhist sound as a carrier. I am afraid it is a method of your Buddhist sect."

In the attack just now, Kong Ju did not hear any trace of Buddhist tranquility and peace in the sound.

Instead, every word revealed deep malice.

Using words of mercy to commit murder.

"Yes!" Cong Yun did not deny it, but admitted it frankly, and added: "In the disaster of Kuruo Temple, countless monks died. Their spiritual entanglement was sealed in this small place for thousands of years by the formation, so it is natural that evil spirits will be born."

"It is an evil spirit born from the spirituality of the monks of Kuroro Temple. It is reasonable for it to use my Buddhist methods."

"So that's it!" Congyun's explanation made Kong Qi understand the reason.

He recalled the spiritual attack just now and judged with certainty: "The cultivation level of that evil spirit is probably far higher than ours."

A spiritual attack almost caused Kong Ju's spiritual consciousness to be lost. Although there was an element of sneak attack in it, its cultivation level was conservatively estimated to be at the third level of Shenglun, or even the fourth level of Shuangling.

"It's okay. My Little Leiyin Temple is best at suppressing evil spirits and monsters." Congyun said this with a solemn expression, without his usual frivolity, and looked a bit like a senior monk.

So, the two of them took a step forward and continued to climb the stairs.

After about a cup of tea, when the two were about to approach the main hall of Kuruo Temple.

The spiritual attack from the darkness came again.

The vast and evil Buddhist scriptures attacked Kong Ju and Cong Yun at the same time.

"Hmph!" Kong Ju had the experience of the first time, so he would never let it succeed again. He used all his strength to practice the Jinming Soul Refining Technique to resist the spiritual attack.

Took a step closer to the cloud.

The latter also calmly recited the Buddhist mantra and shattered the spiritual attack.

But this time, it's different from the last time.

After the spiritual attack was lifted, a strange black wave surged from the darkness, bypassing the clouds and heading straight for Kong Ju.

Because of the concealment of the Buddhist sound, neither Cong Yun nor Kong Jue could react to the hidden means.

Kong Ju only felt a chill on the back of his head, his eyes suddenly became dazed, and a sense of chaos arose in his head for a moment.

It was as if something was silently clinging to his consciousness, causing the golden bean of consciousness between his eyebrows to dim a little.

The world was spinning in front of his eyes. He was clearly following Zong Yun closely, only three feet away from him and could touch him with his hand.

By the time he broke free from the chaos, Zong Yun had disappeared.

"Oh no!" Kong Ju's heart sank, thinking to himself that something was not good, and he realized that he might have been tricked.

Before his heavy emotions could spread, his vision suddenly became clear again.

Kuruo Temple is still the same Kuruo Temple, but it no longer has the lifeless feeling it had when I first entered it.

The sun was shining brightly in the sky, it was spring, and a few birds flew to the eaves in front of the hall to build nests.

Several little monks walked up the ladder and carefully fed the young birds.

From time to time, monks would pass by this road, and when they saw Kong Ju, they would bow respectfully and call him "Brother Jiyuan".

Kong Ju's head was suddenly confused, and he responded in an inexplicable way. Then he uttered a serious voice that did not belong to him at all, and sternly scolded the little monks who were playing with the young birds: "Yuan Kong, Yuan Jin, Yuan Fei, have you memorized today's homework? You are teasing the birds again. Be careful, my senior brother will punish you with a whip later."

When the monks saw Kong Ju, they acted as if they had seen the god of plague. They even forgot to put away the escalator and ran away in a hurry.

Then Kong Ju shook his head and went to take down the escalator, muttering: "These little bastards are always playing around. If they can't pass the Buddha exam this time, they will be driven down the mountain by the brothers in the Discipline Hall."

"There is a severe drought in Tianqi right now. Their parents can only eat wild vegetables and tree roots. If they go down the mountain, they will starve to death."

"Alas, Master Jishi has asked the Tianqi royal family for food many times. Now the whole Tianqi is starving, and the royal family can't help."

From what he said, it turns out that this Senior Brother Jiyuan is a monk with an ugly face but a kind heart.

He was in charge of the little monks' homework and tests, and was highly respected in Kuruo Temple. Although the little monks were afraid of him, they also respected him.

At first, Kong Ju still knew who he was.

As Ji Yuan almost finished speaking, Kong Ju had completely forgotten himself and was completely brought into this new identity.

So he began his routine lectures, with the manner of a little monk chanting sutras.

Day after day.

Kong Ju has completely forgotten his identity.

Every day I walk in this Kuru Temple as Jiyuan.

From time to time, he would take the food distributed to him by the temple down the mountain to help the people of Quanzhou.

However, the entire Tianqi region has been hit by severe drought for the past ten years, and the people have not been able to harvest any grain.

Except for the Weather Royal Family which could occasionally squeeze out some surplus food, other sects simply closed their gates.

Even Master Jishi was helpless, let alone he was just a small teaching teacher.

The little bit of food he had left could only ensure that a few families would not starve to death.

But there are hundreds of thousands of households in Quanzhou.

There are hundreds of Quanzhou in Tianqi.

Every time I went down the mountain, I saw the pale and skinny people and the corpses everywhere, and I was silent and speechless.

He could only recite scriptures every day, pray for rain, and silently chant the Great Repentance Sutra every day, blaming himself for his sins.

Trying to get the Buddha in his heart to respond to him.

However, another year passed, and only three out of ten people in Quanzhou were left. The entire city was littered with dead bodies, and there was almost no place to put them.

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The stench could be smelled within a hundred miles.

One day, something happened that completely changed Jiyuan's state of mind.

He was in charge of teaching Buddhism to several young monks, but they secretly went down the mountain because they missed their families.

As a result, they were met by disaster victims on the road. Due to extreme hunger, they skinned the little monks alive and cooked them in a pot.

When Jiyuan arrived, all he saw was a pile of tender white bones and a child's head that had half of been eaten.

His name was Yuankong, and he was one of Jiyuan’s favorite little monks.

The other young monks were afraid of Jiyuan, only Yuankong would occasionally secretly give the spiritual rice he had saved to Jiyuan. The young monks knew that Jiyuan used the spiritual rice to help the victims of disasters.

He also wanted to contribute.

Jiyuan also said that he had Buddha nature and would definitely become an enlightened monk in the future. The little monk was not shy about being praised and ran away every time.

At this moment, his flesh and blood were still being cooked in the pot, and his eyes still contained the confusion before death.

"Yuankong!" Holding Yuankong's head with trembling hands, Jiyuan's eyes showed murderous intent for the first time.

But looking at the victims who were starving to the point of being skin and bones, including one young child, Ji Yuan had no choice but to let go of his clenched fists.

Finally, under the horrified gaze of the victims, Jiyuan quietly collected the corpses of the little monks and returned to Kuruo Temple in a daze.

He stood in front of the graves of the three little monks for three days without closing his eyes, and his eyes became red from staying up all the time.

On the evening of the third day, he suddenly laughed miserably twice.

He ignored the obstruction of his fellow brothers and broke into the courtyard of Zen Master Jishi.

He was an old man with white eyebrows, a thin figure, and no dignity could be seen in him. However, his eyes were extremely bright, and it was as if he could see through people's hearts with just a glance.

"Master Jishi, what is Buddha?" Jiyuan's eyes were bloodshot. Facing the famous Master Jishi of Tianqi, he was fearless and looked directly into the latter's eyes.

"Natural disasters happen frequently. Although monks like me can stay out of this disaster, the people of Quanzhou and Tianqi will be spared. Is it just talk that Buddha said he would save all living beings?"

Zen Master Jishi noticed that Jiyuan was different, and silently looked at his bloodshot eyes, and said, "Buddha is in my heart. What we do is Buddha. When we save all living beings, we are Buddha saving all living beings."

"If we do our best to save the world and have a clear conscience, we are the Buddha."

"Don't be attached to the appearance of Jiyuan."

"Then what's the point of worshiping Buddha?" Jiyuan laughed and directly questioned the Zen Master Jishi.

"Whether you worship or not, it makes no difference to all living beings. So I will not worship this Buddha anymore."

Such treasonous words would certainly lead to severe punishment or even death by beating in any temple.

But Zen Master Jishi just looked at Jiyuan, waved his hand and threw him into the torture cell in the Discipline Hall to reflect on his mistakes facing the wall.

Jiyuan sat there for ten years, until hair grew on his bald head and a long black beard grew on his chin, but the bloodshot in his eyes never faded away.

The corpses of those little monks and the confusion that remained on the face of the little monk Yuankong before his death appeared before his eyes like a nightmare every day.

"If a Buddha does not save the world, then he is a fraud and deserves to die!"

Facing the cold stone wall, Ji Yuan, who had been sitting there for ten years, muttered to himself coldly. His voice was as dry as the sound of rough cowhide rubbing against each other.

This sentence was said by Jiyuan and also by Kongji.

The moment the voice fell, Kong Ju suddenly woke up. He saw countless black air rushing in from all directions and enveloping his whole body.

The black air was even colder than the black ice. When it first came into contact with his skin, he subconsciously stiffened all over.

Then the black air penetrated into his pores frantically, accompanied by severe stinging pain.

The eyes, mouth, nose, and ears were also corroded by the black air, and the pain was like being pricked by needles.

The black energy entered Kong Jue's body and powerfully occupied the meridians in his limbs and bones, suppressing the power of his Guanghan Taiyin meridians.

For a moment, Kong Ju couldn't even put up a decent resistance.

At the critical moment, the Ice Soul Dao Foundation in his Dantian shook violently.

Buzz! A vast pressure came out, and the foundation of Taoism mobilized the spiritual power of his whole body. The moon seal emerged from his brow, causing the bright moonlight to bloom from his brow.

The stone wall in front of Kong Ji's eyes was illuminated by the light of the moon.

Crash! Like a broken mirror. (End of this chapter)