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Return to the ruins.
There is a mountain behind Taohua Island, on the mountain there is a temple, and inside the temple there is a small Buddhist hall.
Sitting in front of the altar in the Buddhist temple was not a group of gods and Buddhas, but a skinny monk.
He was short like a child, and his skin was as old as pieces of old tree bark put together.
But his back was straight, and he sat there motionless like an ancient clock.
If it weren't for the Buddhist beads in his hand slowly turning as his fingertips fiddled with them, one would have thought it was a statue.
In the dim Buddhist hall, the old monk kept his eyes closed.
Suddenly a cold wind blew, causing the candlelight on the incense table to sway.
The old monk paused as he fiddled with his Buddhist beads, his eyes narrowed.
A blurry and distorted black shadow was kneeling in the candlelight beside the incense table.
One could vaguely tell that he was a monk, but his body was like a torn piece of cloth, tattered and leaking air from all sides.
The Buddhist hall fell into an eerie silence.
After a long time, the old fashioned man took the lead.
"Fen Ye, how did you end up like this? Only a remnant of soul is left? I vaguely remember... when I left Fen Jing Sheng Bu and entered Guixu, apart from Zhang Yibai, you are the number one Mahayana cultivator in the world. Who could have hurt you like this?"
"Master, it was done by Zhenren Wang Yao... Zhenren Wang Yao has gone crazy! She has cultivated some evil skills that can transform any cultivator into her power." Monk Fen Ye said tremblingly, "She has completely lost her mind in order to become an immortal, and she has done everything she can to achieve it!"
"Master Yao?"
Fentian's narrowed eyes widened a little, "I have seen that girl before. She has a good character and is not like what you said. Besides, her strength is not enough to kill you... I haven't entered the Cangyun Realm for two years. What happened?"
Burning industry is still hesitant to speak.
There are so many things going on.
How should he explain to Fentian Dongshang about refining the human pill?
Fentian is a serious Buddhist practitioner. Although he is not a compassionate person, he would never do something like refining human pills.
"Fen Ye, you shouldn't have hidden this from me."
Fentian stared at Fenye, his dim old eyes seemed to have the devil's power to see through people's hearts. He watched Fen Ye grow up, and watched Fen Ye gradually grow from a little novice monk to a powerful Mahayana master. Even a small action was enough for him to see through Fen Ye's thoughts.
The burning karma lies in guilt and fear.
"You have something to hide! Tell the truth!"
Fentian's voice suddenly rose in pitch, as loud as thunder, shaking the entire Buddhist hall.
The last four words were like the rage gushing out from the prison, frightening Fen Ye's already broken soul and weakening it even more.
"Master... I say, tell me everything..."
Fen Ye had no choice but to tell Fentian about Master Yao's plans and the evil things he had done over the years.
Including how he backstabbed Zhang Yibai, and then how he divided the Zhenwu Sheng with Zhenren Yao, etc.
The more Fentian listened, the uglier his expression became, and the angrier he became.
His face, which was originally as bark-like as an old tree, turned red and swollen with anger.
After hearing what Fen Ye said, he suddenly grabbed the candlestick on the incense table and smashed it on Fen Ye.
When the candle met the spirit, it immediately burned fiercely and swallowed up the Burning Karma in an instant.
"I don't have a disciple like you! What's the difference between you and those monsters?!"
"What did I tell you? Those who do evil will eventually perish! I have worked hard to accumulate merits but still cannot be recognized by the way of heaven. You, the evil beast 놌냫姚, have done such a heinous thing, and you will only encounter divine punishment in the future!"
"No matter how high your cultivation level is, you will surely die under the divine thunder of heaven's punishment!"
Fentian closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
After all, he couldn't bear to burn his disciple Buddha to death.
He waved his hand, and the Buddha that was burning and wailing and rolling in pain automatically dissipated: "I have taken over your affairs. Now you are only a remnant soul, and there may be no hope of becoming an immortal. From now on, you should stay in Guixu and study Buddhism by my side! You have committed too many sins, and you need the rest of your life to pay them back."
Upon hearing this, Fen Ye nodded and kowtowed repeatedly, saying:
"I will obey Master's orders! Thank you Master for being willing to help me avenge myself!"
Fentian Wangshang snorted coldly: "You are wrong! This poor monk is not seeking revenge for you.
This Master Yao has become a scourge to the Cang Yun Realm. I just can't bear to see the souls of the Cang Yun Realm suffer! ”
"Master has such a kind heart, he will definitely become a Buddha in the future."
Fen Ye Wo Shang didn't know what to say, and could only flatter Fen Tian as he did before.
No matter what, Master Yao will definitely not have a good ending, and his soul cannot be saved. This was enough for him, and he didn't dare to ask for more.
“This is the Soul-Nourishing Lamp, a magical instrument I obtained when I was traveling in my early years. You live in the Soul-Nourishing Lamp.” Fentian was still angry, but he couldn’t help feeling distressed when he saw his disciple’s miserable appearance.
He took out a lantern that burned with a pale blue glow and motioned for Fen Ye to go in.
As soon as Fen Ye entered it, he felt his gradually draining soul energy stabilized.
"I am at the peak of the Mahayana Three Tribulations Realm. Once I leave Guixu, I will be locked in by the thunder tribulation. I will leave Guixu after I have suppressed my realm a little."
“But Master, didn’t you say that suppressing one’s cultivation would have no effect on the heavenly tribulation?” Fen Ye asked.
"That's right." Fentian Wangshang sighed and clasped his hands together: "But the suppression of the heavenly tribulation of cultivation will always come a little later... Amitabha."
This Buddhist verse is full of bitterness.
That is the helplessness of those who fight against heaven and find that heaven is simply invincible.
껩 is a kind of submission.
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Yaochi Holy Land.
In front of the Wanhua Palace treasury.
A group of Yao Chi disciples were gathering to look into the treasure house that had been opened.
"I didn't expect the real person to be such a devil!"
"Yes, I thought that the Immortal only refined the disciples of other sects into human pills and absorbed their talents, but I didn't expect that even the elders of our Yaochi Saint Sect were not spared..."
"Everyone, Master Yao has gone to the Golden Buddha Sea. Now is the time for us to escape from his clutches. There are only so many resources in the Holy Land. Everyone should be divided according to their realm. In the future, we will go our separate ways. We will meet again!"
A disciple of Yao Chi raised his arm and shouted, and immediately responded.
There are definitely more than enough resources left in Yao Chi Sheng.
There were also those sect leaders and elders who were sucked dry by Master 냫 Yao. Master 냫 Yao only absorbed the souls of these people but did not touch the treasures on their bodies.
Now, all of them have been taken advantage of by these brothers.
Especially some disciples of Yuanying.
This time, all those killed by Master Yao were in the state of incarnation and integration.
In a sense, they were lucky.
"So many spiritual crystals!"
"Hahahaha! There are actually top-grade spiritual weapons in the treasure house? This is the first time I've seen a top-grade spiritual weapon in my life!"
"This... this is top-grade elixir. Oh my god, so many top-grade elixirs!"
The moment the treasury was opened, the eyes of all the Yao Chi disciples were instantly dazzled by the dazzling array of treasures. However, just when they were about to rush in and feast on the treasures.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh——!
The sounds of countless swords flying rang out in the sky.
The Yao Chi disciples looked up, and saw densely packed sword cultivators flying on their swords above the Yao Chi Holy Land, like a swarm of locusts passing through!
The leader was wearing black clothes, had white hair and a handsome face.
Before it even fell, a roar had spread throughout the treasure house.
"A bunch of youngsters! Put down the opportunities in your hands immediately!"
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