What immediately appeared in Kong Ju's field of vision was a monk's face with an anxious look.

In Cong Yun's hand was a fist-sized stone that was glittering with colorful light, and he was surrounded by boiling black fog.

They changed into various ghostly forms and kept attacking Zongyun.

The colorful stone emitted a soft golden light and raised a protective shield that protected Kong Ju and Cong Yun.

So that the black fog cannot get close.

But the current situation is clearly not optimistic.

Kong Ju had been trapped in an illusion for ten years. When he returned, he was confused at first, but soon he figured out the situation and remembered his identity.

Remember clearly the purpose of coming to this Kuruo Temple.

"That was a close call!" Kong Ju was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, with fear still in his eyes.

It was almost, almost, I was in trouble.

Fortunately, the Moon Seal shattered the illusion at the critical moment, otherwise when the black fog eroded my whole body, I would never be able to return from the illusion, and I would die in this Kuru Temple.

The current situation obviously did not give Kong Ju much time to calm his agitated emotions. His eyes quickly regained clarity and he glanced at his location.

It was still on the stairs leading to the main hall of Kuroro Temple.

Although he was dragged into the illusion for ten years, in the real world, it seemed like only a moment had passed.

When he was trapped in the illusion, it was Congyun who used the colorful stone to protect him.

"Master Kong, you're finally awake!" The anxiety on Cong Yun's face slowly dissipated as Kong Ju's eyes regained clarity, as if he had breathed a sigh of relief.

He had been trying to wake up Kong Ju, but the latter was like a wooden stake. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull him back from his trance.

Fortunately, a crescent mark appeared between Kong Ju's eyebrows, which helped him break free from the illusion.

"I woke up, and it felt like a lifetime ago!" Kong Ju felt an unreal feeling in his eyes when he heard Cong Yun's familiar voice, and a smile uglier than bitterness appeared on his face.

Cong Yun didn't ask him what he had experienced, or maybe now was not the time to ask these questions.

He pointed at the black fog that was constantly attacking the barrier formed by the seven-colored stones, and said to Kong Ju: "Let's quickly enter the palace. The black fog has been blocking us from entering. There must be something it is afraid of there."

Papa! Kong Ju slapped himself twice, his cheeks turned red, and this made his dull mind come alive again.

He took a look at the colorful stone in Zongyun's hand and asked, "Monk, how long can this stone last?"

Kong Ju had no objection to Cong Yun's suggestion to enter the palace.

What he was afraid of was that the stone barrier would be shattered.

The black mist was exactly the same as the black air that had penetrated into his body in the illusion.

If they touch your body, I'm afraid you'll end up like in the illusion.

Cong Yun naturally understood Kong Ju's concerns, and he chuckled, revealing an unfathomable smile: "Don't worry, this is the magic weapon of my Little Leiyin Temple, it is enough to protect the two of us."

Only then did Kong Ju heave a sigh of relief and said, "Then go in."

After saying that, Kong Ju subconsciously moved closer to the stone in Cong Yun's hand.

The two were only less than two feet apart, walking slowly towards the main hall in the black fog.

It was just as Congyun said.

Although the barrier formed by the colorful stone light was not bright, it was like a magic lamp that stabilized the sea. Even if the black fog from the outside was boiling and roaring, it could not shake the brilliance in the slightest.

Seeing this scene, Kong Ju felt a little itchy. He looked at the colorful stone in Zong Yun's hand and asked, "What kind of treasure is this? It actually has such power."

Cong Yun was silent for a while, then he said slowly: "The relics of Patriarch Pu Hui."

"So that's it! No wonder." Kong Ju was stunned at first, then he put away the envy in his eyes and stood in awe.

The sarira is the crystallization of the cultivation of Buddhist and Taoist monks.

Master Puhui had wronged Master Jishi during his lifetime, and after his death he asked his disciples to bring his condensed relics to Kuruo Temple to settle the cause and effect.

It can be imagined that he is a person who values ​​friendship and loyalty.

Kong Ju had no desire for this treasure.

Countless already crumbling houses and temples were blown down with a loud roar.

However, Kong Ju and Cong Yun, who were in the center of the black storm, were not affected at all and moved forward slowly in it.

The brilliant barrier of the seven-colored relics is like an eternal magic lamp in the darkness, protecting this piece of pure land.

Although the journey was thrilling, we didn't encounter any more danger.

As the two of them stepped into the main hall.

The black whirlwind swirling between the sky and earth of Kururu Temple finally unwillingly turned back into black mist, floating lazily everywhere.

There was a storm one moment and calm the next.

If it weren't for the countless ruins of the buildings in Kuruo Temple that collapsed due to the strange wind still in front of Kong Jue, he almost thought that he had encountered an illusion again.

After just a quick glance back, Kong Ju retracted his gaze and said to Cong Yun sincerely, "Monk, you are really smart. As you expected, this hall is a pure land, and the black fog dare not come in."

“It’s not that I’m clever.” Zong Yunshou still held the relic in his left hand, and patted his smooth head with his right hand as he explained, “When Donor Kong was in a trance, I discovered that there was no trace of black air swirling in the main hall. I guess there should be something here to scare away the evil spirit.”

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"Kong Shi is mainly awake, you can see that."

After Cong Yun finished speaking, he made a gesture in his hand and lit the candle in the center of the hall.

The light from three candles as thick as arms was enough to cover the entire hall.

As the light red flames burned, Kong Ju used the light to look around the hall.

In the hall stood a statue of an unknown Buddha with a compassionate smile on its face.

However, due to the passage of time, the gold coating on the surface of the Buddha statue has mostly fallen off, revealing the mottled stone body of the statue.

This makes the originally friendly Buddha statue look a bit creepy.

Kong Ju didn't know much about Buddhism and couldn't recognize the Buddha statue. He just took a glance at it, then looked away and continued to look elsewhere.

There were three cushions under the Buddha statue, which were also rotten. Kong Ji simply walked past them lightly, and the breeze he brought blew the three cushions into pieces and turned them into powder.

After scanning the area with his virtual soul vision, Kong Ju still couldn't figure out what was going on, so he could only ask Cong Yun who was also in the hall.

"Monk, there is nothing unusual in this hall."

"What on earth are those black fogs afraid of that they dare not approach this place?"

Cong Yun still held the relic in his hand. Upon hearing this, he turned around and shook his head at Kong Ju, indicating that he didn't know either.

However, he seemed to be more concerned about Kong Ju's experience when he was in a trance just now. Now that the hall was safe, he approached with the relic in hand, and smiled at Kong Ju with his baby face: "What did you see just now, Mr. Kong?"

In fact, there is nothing to hide about the scenes seen in the illusion.

Now Kong Ju and Cong Yun are in the same boat, so there is no reason to deceive each other.

"Who knows, maybe I can get something from that illusion." With this thought in mind, Kong Ju organized his words and described the scenes he saw in the illusion one by one.

When it comes to the monk named Jiyuan who said, "If the Buddha does not save the world, then the Buddha is a fraud and deserves to die!"

Kong Ju also looked carefully at Cong Yun's eyes.

Normally speaking, if a Buddhist heard such outrageous words, he would probably burst into curses on the spot.

However, Kong Qi could not see the slightest emotion in Yun's eyes.

The latter just shook his head, sighed, and said nothing more.

Cong Yun instead reminded Kong Ju: "Donor Kong is also a man of good fortune. You have entered an illusion, which is a means by which the evil spirit wants to destroy your mind and consciousness."

"If another cultivator comes, I'm afraid he will be possessed by the evil spirit and become a puppet at the mercy of others."

Kong Ju knew very well how dangerous it was, and now he broke out in a cold sweat when he thought about it carefully.

He has seen so many dangers. Isn’t the Xihuang Small Paradise scary enough?

Isn't the starry sky altar in Qinghu blessed land weird enough? Compared with this invisible illusion that kills people, Kong Ju is more afraid of this place.

"The most terrifying thing is not knowing how you died." Kong Ju thought with lingering fear (End of this chapter)