Black Myth: Tang Dynasty

Chapter 398 I was originally a guest in the mountains and stayed in Xuanshui

As Maha's golden body was completely refined, he showed pain in the lotus, his face was slightly distorted, even after many years of meditation, he could hardly bear such severe pain.

"Your honor is also an expert, why bother to humiliate the old monk, please give it a good time!"

In the face of death, this Turkic national teacher, the evil Buddha Maha, did not lose his mastery. He did not scream or beg for mercy, and his eyes even showed a hint of relief and calmness.

He said something that made Li Daoxuan inexplicable.

"Finally, I can no longer hear the disturbing Sanskrit sound."

Li Daoxuan frowned. He didn't know why he said this. After all, there were no Sanskrit sounds around him at the moment. With his wind ear supernatural power, he could hear the chirping of insects hundreds of miles away, but he didn't hear any chanting.

"Humph!"

An old voice sounded, and the old celestial master appeared on the mountain peak, leaning on crutches, and the gossip Taoist robe fluttering in the wind.

He stared at the Maha Yang God in the real fire, and said coldly: "Tell me where Mo Luo is, and the old Taoist will give you a happy time."

Maha's body had been completely burned by the real fire, leaving only a layer of glowing sun god, but he was also getting weaker and weaker in the real fire.

After a monk stepped into the Yang God Realm, his soul changed from pure yin to pure yang, and his tenacity was ten thousand times stronger than that of ordinary people. Not only could he come out of his body freely under the sun, he could also extract the essence of the sun, those flames that could burn ghosts to death , to Yangshen, it was like a hot spring.

But it's a pity that what Maha is facing is not an ordinary flame, but the Samadhi real fire that has a great reputation in Taoism!
Under the real fire, Maha endured the pain of being burned by the flames every moment, and the Yang God evaporated inch by inch.

But the strange thing is that after losing Jin, he became much calmer, no longer attached to life and death, and even showed a smile, quite Zen.

"Amitabha, the old monk would like to thank you all for allowing me to obtain the long-lost peace."

"As for Master Moro..."

He hesitated for a moment, but finally shook his head and said, "The old monk can't say anything."

Seeing that Maha was still calm under the burning of the true fire of samadhi, the old heavenly master had deep eyes and sighed: "Maha, you are also a person, and it is not easy to have the current cultivation base, why bother?" Namora buried with him?"

"The old Taoist can promise you that as long as you tell where Mo Luo is, although you can't spare your life, you can be reincarnated. Maybe in the next life, you can continue to practice and even have greater good luck."

The words of the old heavenly master are not unattractive. For the power of the Yang God Realm, death may not be terrible. What is really terrible is that the soul is scattered, and there is no chance of reincarnation.

To be able to reincarnate, there is only a glimmer of hope left.

Maha's eyes moved slightly, but he still refused. He seemed to let go of some obsession, and he felt relieved.

"Amitabha, even if I reincarnate ten more times, I'm afraid I will never encounter such a great fortune in this life, and even... I don't want to practice anymore."

He clasped his hands together, looked carefully, and suddenly recited a Zen poem.

"I was originally a guest in the mountains, and I stayed in Xuanshui."

"Meet a monk on the river by chance, and get married to Bodhi by mistake."

"Ninety years of Sanskrit music, endless dreaming."

"Going alone today, I count three thousand."

There are streaks of golden light emerging from his thin soul, although not as bright as the previous golden body, but it looks very pure, even in the real fire of samadhi, it still does not change its redness.

It's just that this is more like a flashback, a kind of epiphany before passing away.

At this moment, Maha seemed to really have a breath of eminent monk and great virtue, but unfortunately, no matter what kind of epiphany, he could not escape the burning of the true fire of samadhi.

Empress Tsing Yi frowned slightly, now it is easy to kill Maha, but the question is how to force him to reveal Moro's whereabouts?
If it is the soul of an ordinary person, even if it is the Yin God of a monk, she can cast spells to forcibly search for the soul, but Maha is a top monk in the late Yang God period.

Li Daoxuan was reminiscing about Maha's Zen poem, and he always felt that there was some big secret hidden in this poem.

Li Chunfeng once gave him information about Maha.

This person was born almost out of nowhere, and when he emerged, he was already a yang god. With great supernatural powers, he helped Auspicious Khan to quell the Turkic civil strife, and became the Turkic national teacher.

It stands to reason that any Yangshen power has its growth trajectory, but Maha is an exception. Before he appeared in Turkic, there were almost no records or traces about him.

This person seemed to appear out of nowhere, and the first half of his life was completely blank.

If the secrets of Maha can be dug out, I believe that the Moro Sect will come to light. Li Daoxuan can basically be sure that Maha is the deputy leader of the Moro Sect!

"Hehe, sister, put away the real fire of samadhi first, don't accidentally burn him to death, or your Qing Ming envoy will be unhappy."

When everyone was silent, Taizhen suddenly teased and groaned with a smile.

The old heavenly master glanced at her, the wrinkles on his face stretched out, and he said with a smile: "Girl, you have the most evil ideas, so you must have thought of a way to make him speak?"

The misunderstanding of the year has been solved, Taizhen has returned the ancestor's treasure, and explained the reason for stealing the book back then.

Over the years, the old celestial master has gradually let go of that grievance. In a dream, he once told his wife the truth. After listening to it, the wife asked him a question.

"What are you angry about now, is it because she stole the treasure, or because she doesn't trust you and Qian Yang?"

The old Tianshi thought about it carefully at the time, and felt that the reason why he was so angry was probably the latter.

He thinks he is not a pedantic and inflexible person. For example, there are rules in Longhu Mountain, and the "Shangqing Dadong Zhenjing" cannot be practiced by non-celestial masters. Satisfy the wish of the other party for many years.

If Taizhen really had unavoidable difficulties, after discussing with him, he might not give her the Zhengyimengwei talisman.

It's just that this child who grew up in Longhu Mountain has too many secrets. In the end, she didn't believe her master and ancestors, but chose to do it herself.

However, after learning of her difficulties in stealing the Zhengyimengwei talisman back then, the disappointment and anger in the old master's heart also faded a lot, and he even felt a lot of pity for her.

"Sure enough, nothing can be hidden from you, master!"

Taizhen smiled sweetly, and then stepped forward and said: "I once saw a tormenting spell by accident, which can turn a person's soul into pigs, dogs, cattle, sheep, etc., and even a stinky stone in a latrine , and the spell has no time limit, once it is cast, unless I unlock the spell, he will only be a stinky stone for life after life."

Hearing this, Li Daoxuan's back felt cold.

This spell is really evil. Back then, Master liked to suppress the enemy in the latrine. Why did Senior Sister also have this hobby?

Could this be the unique temperament of the master's lineage?

At this moment, a warm and mellow voice sounded, easy-going and kind.

"Amitabha, all real people, can you give Maha a good time for the sake of the poor monk?"

A figure descended from the sky, wearing a worn-out yellow cassock, with a bare chest and belly, a simple and honest face, always with a bit of a smile on his face, like a living Maitreya.

"Master Sanle!"

Li Daoxuan's eyes lit up, he didn't expect to meet an old friend in a foreign land, Master Sanle would appear here.

Master San Le is an eminent monk whom he respects, but he still shook his head and said, "Master, Maha is very likely to be the vice-leader of the Mara Sect, so we can't just let him go like this."

San Le clasped his palms together, looking at Maha's frail Yangshen showing pity.

"Li Xiaoyou was wrong, he is not the deputy leader of the Moro Sect."

"How does Master know?"

San Le let out a long sigh.

"Because the poor monk is."

　Thanks to Zi Fear and Gray Immortal for the one hundred rewards!
　
(End of this chapter)