This scene was so bizarre that no one would have thought that there was something hidden inside this Buddha statue that seemed to have been sealed for a million years, and that this monk was actually still alive.
Yin Biyue was shocked and held the Yihu Sword in his hand, but did not unsheathe it. Because Luo Mingchuan was very calm, this calmness also infected him, as if no matter how terrible the things they were about to face were, they would fight side by side and escape from danger.
The monk looked haggard, with deeply sunken cheeks, and the fingers exposed outside his robes had shriveled into brown masses.
Yin Biyue didn't even know whether he was a human or a ghost. Luo Mingchuan's pupils had returned to their original color, and he took a step forward, faintly protecting his junior brother.
When the monk's eyes were fully opened, a breeze blew into the temple.
It was as if the dust of thousands of years had been swept away, and the place suddenly became bright and glorious.
He just sat there in the soft glow, watching the two outsiders quietly and peacefully.
Yin Biyue didn't know how to describe that pair of eyes. They were not the cold eyes of a god on a high platform, nor were they the eyes of a demon in a sea of blood and corpses.
It is compassionate and solemn, as if it can relieve all the pain and suffering in the world.
These are a pair of Buddha's eyes.
It looks more like the real Buddha than the statue enshrined in Xingshan Temple.
The wind left the temple, and the wooden door that had been pushed open gently closed, and the stone lock also locked automatically. But Yin Biyue seemed unaware of it under the old monk's gaze.
Luo Mingchuan shouted, "Break!"
He suddenly became alert, and cold sweat instantly soaked the back of his clothes. He never thought that with such a strong soul, he would be bewitched by the gaze.
I was careless after all.
When I looked again, there was no brilliance or real Buddha. The temple was still the same old temple. The old monk was still the same old monk with cloudy and lifeless eyes.
But it is unimaginably powerful.
Yin Biyue also noticed that the man's robes were too wide and didn't fit him well, which showed that he wasn't this skinny before. But now it was as if something was stealing his vitality invisibly.
The old monk was not angry when his Dharma was exposed. Instead, he smiled and asked slowly, "Where are you two from?"
He hadn't spoken for a long time, and his voice was hoarse and rough, but his tone was natural and friendly, like he was talking to a familiar junior, which made people not feel on guard.
Luo Mingchuan did not relax at all and replied, "From the temple."
"Is the temple okay?"
"not good."
If the other party is asking about the etiquette of entertaining guests in the temple, that would naturally be not a good idea; if he is asking about the situation in the temple, the damaged formation, and the collapsed ground veins, that would also be not a good idea.
The old monk smiled, as if he had gotten what he wanted, and said with satisfaction, "Okay."
Yin Biyue and Luo Mingchuan originally guessed that this man was a senior warrior from Xingshan Temple, but judging from his reaction now, he seemed like an enemy of Xingshan Temple.
Luo Mingchuan asked, "I have answered two questions from you, senior. May I ask who you are?"
The monk said, "I have realized the view."
His tone was calm, as if he was just reporting an ordinary Buddhist name.
Yin Biyue was waiting for the answer cautiously. At this moment, his pupils shrank slightly, and he suspected that he had heard it wrong, or it was just a coincidence. He looked at the old monk in disbelief.
Even Luo Mingchuan was shocked.
But the monk didn't say anything, as if he was still waiting for their questions.
If the two of them had not studied ancient classics in school, they would not have known this name at all.
Millions of years have passed, and even the names of the Demon Lord and the True Immortal are almost forgotten by the world. Who would still remember that in the glorious and brilliant Age of Saints, there was a saint who came from Xingshan Temple but left no inheritance?
Master Liaoguan is known for breaking the boundaries between Buddhism, martial arts, and spiritual practice, and is proficient in all kinds of methods.
There was no news after the war between Taoism and Demons. Many things happened so long ago that they cannot be verified, so later generations can only speculate that he also died in that war.
Luo Mingchuan asked, "Why are you here, senior?"
He knew the identity of the man in front of him, no matter how incredible it was, he should call him "Master Liaoguan". But his experience in Xingshan Temple made it difficult for him to trust the respected monks. So he did not show respect to the younger generation at this time.
Yin Biyue had similar thoughts as him and had no intention of stepping forward to greet him.
Liao Guan didn't care, still smiling, "I've always been here, but now that you're here, I have to see you."
This sentence was said to Luo Mingchuan.
Yin Biyue's mind immediately and inappropriately recalled the scene in which the protagonist survived jumping off a cliff, met a senior master who taught him sixty years of skills, and from then on, he used his golden finger to counterattack and slap the whole world in the face with the X-point upgrade routine.
This style of painting is applicable anywhere, but in this world, past experience tells him that things may not be so simple.
Luo Mingchuan said, "I have never met the senior before."
Le Guan shook his head, looking somewhat lonely, "Come, sit down and talk slowly. No one has talked to me for a long time..."
When they turned around, they saw an armchair appearing out of thin air behind them, but they did not even feel the slightest fluctuation of their true energy.
The other party's cultivation was unfathomable, and there was no malicious intent. Moreover, both of them had many doubts in their hearts, so they took the seat without hesitation.
"If I don't say some things, I won't remember them in a few years... How long has it been since the calamity?"
Luo Mingchuan replied, "More than 600,000 years."
The old monk sighed,
"Heh...it's been so long. When I was out there, the world was in turmoil. I guess it's better now."
He turned to Luo Mingchuan and said, "This Galan pupil technique you are practicing was written by me when I crossed the Cang River at night. I wrote it down in a hurry. Is there anything wrong with your practice?"
At this time, Liao Guan no longer seemed like a saint who had once been a powerful figure, but an elderly man who just wanted to talk about his past with young people.
"No. I just have a question. There are monks practicing in Xingshan Temple. Is what I practice different from theirs?"
Yin Biyue thought about it again, in the Buddhist temple, Jinghai said that his senior brother was practicing "Nine Turns of Tianluo".
Le Guan said, "Of course they are different. You are the orthodox one, and they are all heretics. I only wrote one copy of the Galan pupil technique and gave it to a fisherman on the river. The one in the temple is just a copy. Not only has it lost its true meaning, but even the practice method is incomplete."
Luo Mingchuan had already thought that perhaps this only authentic scroll, after many twists and turns, was eventually collected by the school's library and seen by himself.
But he still had questions, but before he could ask, Le Guan continued, "After you finished reading, did the book spontaneously combust into ashes?"
Luo Mingchuan nodded.
"That's right. There is a formation on the real scroll. If you don't have the qualifications to read it, it will be displayed as an incomplete copy. Once you have the qualifications, you will finish reading it and it will be destroyed by itself." Liao Guan said this with some pride, "Because one successor to inherit my mantle is enough."
Yin Biyue was secretly shocked. Such magical powers were mysterious and unpredictable, and they could be preserved for a million years. It was obvious how profound the cultivation of the person in front of him was.
But how could such a person stay here for so many years?
Looking at him, he smiled and said, "Young man, I know what you are thinking. I am staying here... not willingly, but trapped here."
As soon as these words were spoken, both of them changed expression.
Who in the world can trap a saint?
Could it be the Demon Lord?
Le Guan narrated the story, "During the great war between Taoism and demons, I led a group of disciples from Xingshan Temple to hold back three thousand demon generals, just to let Yi Lingxiao kill Mo Changyuan. Later, Mo Changyuan did die under the Linyuan Sword, but unfortunately Yi Lingxiao was also seriously injured and his life span was short..."
These names may sound strange, but they are the names of true immortals and demon lords.
"The war is over, the world is scorched, and everything needs to be rebuilt. My junior brother Liao Wang was in seclusion and did not participate in the war. He was at the peak of his strength, and I was injured, so I could not defeat him."
"Xingshan Temple suffered heavy losses and was not able to support the sect's formation. For the sake of its ten thousand year foundation, he set up the Dragon Binding Formation and imprisoned me here. Provide for the formation."
Finally, he looked at Luo Mingchuan and said, "If it weren't for my successor who saw the flaw in the formation and came here today, I would never wake up. Maybe I would have to endure for a few more years, and then die here."
Yin Biyue couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.
He never thought that his guess would come true.
The Buddha Seal Golden Light Array is not maintained by spiritual stones or supported by magical weapons, but is draining the vitality and cultivation of a saint.
What kind of terrifying and cruel formation is this?
A great man who participated in the great war between Taoism and demons did not die on the battlefield, but died in an unknown trap.
Luo Mingchuan asked, "What can we do for you, Senior? Is there a way to break the formation?"
Liao Guan said calmly, "I am the core of the formation. I live and die with this formation. I have lived for a long time and have no worries in the world. There is no difference between being here and being outside."
"I have only one last wish."
Luo Mingchuan said, "Senior, please speak."
Le Guan smiled, as if he was looking at a kind elder who was his disciple.
"I wrote the Galan Pupil Technique in a hurry, so there are bound to be omissions. I am now bound by the formation and cannot leave the altar. Would you like to come forward and I will pass on the last level to you?"
Yin Biyue felt that this was indeed a heaven-defying golden finger given to the protagonist. A saint's transmission of power was truly a blessing from heaven.
But his intuition kept reminding him that something was wrong.
When he saw Luo Mingchuan stand up and walk forward, he stood up involuntarily and wanted to hold him.
Before his fingertips touched his sleeves, Luo Mingchuan stopped, turned around and gave him a reassuring smile.
Then he said to Guan Dao, "Senior, what you said is very touching, but I don't believe it."
Yin Biyue's uneasiness grew rapidly.
They had just experienced a siege in Xingshan Temple, and now they met people who were also imprisoned in the temple in the name of justice, so they naturally felt a sense of familiarity. However, Liaoguan did not have the majesty and airs of a saint at all, and appeared kind, amiable, compassionate and indifferent.
Nothing can arouse any doubt.
But just like this Buddhist temple, the absence of weirdness is the biggest weirdness.
There is nothing wrong with what this saint said, and that is the biggest problem.
Le Guan asked, "Why don't you believe it?"
"The sixteenth abbot of Xingshan Temple, Master Liaowang, was only at the Mahayana level his entire life, how could he hurt you?" Luo Mingchuan paused, "It is said that the senior broke the barriers between spiritual cultivation, martial arts cultivation, and Buddhist cultivation, and was proficient in all kinds of methods... So it is not surprising that he is familiar with the magic sect's skills."
Le Guan's expression changed.
The old Buddhist temple became increasingly darker, and the light filtered through the wooden bars of the window lattices, casting a shadow on him, making him look hideous and terrifying. He laughed loudly, his laughter hoarse and happy, "Hahahaha, not bad!——"
Yin Biyue stood there in a daze.
The intuition that I didn't want to admit was confirmed.
Liao Guan did break the barrier of the demon cultivator.
Galan's pupil technique is really related to the 'Nine Turns of the Heavenly Net'.
He thought his senior brother should be the one who suffered the most. How could he accept that the orthodoxy of Taoism he had always upheld was broken? He turned around hastily, but saw that Luo Mingchuan's face was calm, neither sad nor happy.
Perhaps people would subconsciously believe words that comfort themselves and believed what Guan just said, but Luo Mingchuan was too rational and had long doubted Galan's pupil technique.
Because after he had practiced it, when he looked at other techniques, it was as if a barrier had been broken. No matter what they were, he could practice them smoothly and never encountered any bottlenecks.
At this time, he just asked, "When you were at your peak, you were almost omnipotent. Why did you become a demon?"
The sound of Guanyin echoed endlessly, as if he had exhaled a breath of turbid air that had been suppressed for a million years. Even his sunken cheeks glowed red. He suddenly became excited, "Saints and immortals will also have their lifespans run out one day, so how can they be omnipotent? Taoism can only ask about the source of the law, and Buddha can only cultivate for the next life. What I want is a method that allows me to be immortal and coexist with the heavens!"
"People have good and evil, but there is no right or wrong in martial arts. It's ridiculous that even a person like Yi Lingxiao can't see through the mystery! Mo Changyuan and I studied the 'Tianluo Secret Canon' together and wrote the 'Tianluo Nine Turns'. This Galan Pupil Technique is the first turn! Who knew that I practiced to the eighth turn, but couldn't break through. And Mo Changyuan was only one step away from the ninth turn, but died under the Linyuan Sword..."
As soon as these words came out, Yin Biyue and Luo Mingchuan both changed color.
They originally thought that Guan was just secretly possessed by the devil, but unexpectedly, this man colluded with the Demon Lord. From this point of view, the role he played in that battle was more likely to be on the side of the devil, and the one who seriously injured him was Zhenxianyi Lingxiao.
Yin Biyue asked, "'There is no good or evil in martial arts', that's true, but have you really never done anything evil?"
Liao Guan laughed and said, "What is evil? Killing one person is a sin, killing ten thousand people is a hero!"
As soon as the words fell, the temple began to tremble violently! The ancient beams trembled, and the accumulated dust fell down.
The monk's robes were inflated by the energy, and the altar beneath him was covered in smoke and dust. A long golden light burst out from behind him, but the edges were coated with red light.
With the sound of bones growing, his figure suddenly grew taller.
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