Mirroring the changes

The golden light shines brightly in the Ten Thousand Buddhas Cave.

Mo Luo watched helplessly as Li Chen successfully repaired the formation of Ten Thousand Buddhas Returning to the Sect.

Pressed down by unparalleled weight.

Finally, Mara could no longer hold on and fell down again.

When he was dying, the sound of Buddha's Zen chanting came to his ears.

The Cave of Ten Thousand Buddhas finally became empty again.

…

Landa Temple, alchemy room.

Monk Ying Mo was wrapped in black energy, and his face became increasingly ugly.

Seeing the monks suddenly appearing in front of him, his heart suddenly sank.

It was obvious that his identity had already been exposed.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look in the direction of Ten Thousand Buddhas Cave.

"Amitabha."

Abbot Zhenxin clasped his hands together and pronounced the Buddha's name.

"Ying Mo, don't you still know you were wrong?"

Monk Ying Mo trembled and slowly turned his head to look at Abbot Zhenxin.

Abbot Zhenxin's only remaining eye now emits a fierce and fierce light, which makes people shudder.

"Are you aware of your mistake?"

Monk Ying Mo's eyes slowly swept across the monks, and finally landed on Abbot Zhenxin's face without any fear.

"It's not me who's wrong, it's you who are wrong! You! The whole Great Zhou!"

He was surrounded by black energy, and his tone was filled with irresolvable resentment.

Under the confused gazes of the monks, Monk Yingmo tore open his monk's robe.

The shoulders covered with scales quickly turned white, revealing a feather tattoo.

"Xuanqin Feather Seal!"

Abbot Zhenxin narrowed his eyes slightly and couldn't help but exclaimed.

As soon as the descendants of Xuan Shang are born, they will have feather tattoos on their bodies.

It’s called: Birds in the sky send babies.

People with this mark are born to understand the language of birds.

"You are a descendant of Xuan Shang!"

Monk Ying Mo smiled sadly: "Yes, I have the blood of Xuan Shang!"

As soon as these words came out, all the monks were silent.

Especially the leader, Abbot Zhenxin, closed his eyes helplessly.

Since ancient times, there has been a "Xuanji Order" in the Great Zhou Dynasty. Anyone found to have the blood of Xuan Shang will be killed without mercy.

"I just want to live, even if I do nothing, even if I just linger."

"It's been a thousand years, but Da Zhou has no intention of letting us go!"

Monk Ying Mo's eyes were filled with endless memories, and soon the memories turned into thick hatred.

"We hide in the mountains and don't care about worldly affairs. Even if we worry about three meals a day, we still have no idea of ​​​​going out of the mountains."

"Suddenly one day, a herb collector fainted and died in the mountains with injuries all over his body."

"My father temporarily softened his heart and took him in, and also gave him food that we ourselves were reluctant to eat."

"The herb collector received good care and his injuries healed quickly."

"During the days of recuperation, he became more and more familiar with us, and even made a blood alliance with his father and became brothers of the opposite sex."

"He also said that he would definitely come to repay his kindness in the future!"

Having said this, a self-deprecating smile flashed across Monk Ying Mo's lips: "It's ridiculous, it's really ridiculous."

"He is indeed back again..."

"It's not about repaying a favor, it's about repaying a favor with an enemy!"

"It turns out that he had already discovered that we could understand the songs of birds, observed in secret, and finally determined our identity."

"So as soon as I returned, I received the 'Xuanji Order'."

Monk Ying Mo's eyes were cold and his tone was even colder: "That night, many people came to the valley."

"It's coming from all directions like a tide."

"They are not doing it for the demon clan or the evil spirits, but for the heads on our necks."

"My father was hacked to death by them, and his body was cut into pieces."

“Every piece is a reward.”

"I just realized that my father is so rich that one head can buy a house."

"My mother's screams continued all night long, accompanied by the laughter of countless people."

"Do you know why they didn't kill her?"

Ying Mo's tone was trembling, his eyes were already red, and he was staring directly at Abbot Zhenxin.

At this moment, Abbot Zhenxin's eyes were somewhat dodgey.

Seeing this scene, Monk Ying Mo looked up to the sky and laughed wildly as if he had won a battle: "Jie Jie Jie~"

"Jiejiejie~"

"They are actually trying to let their mother give birth to another bloodline! Then they will continue to use this bloodline in exchange for rewards from Da Zhou!"

"Isn't it funny?"

"Who is the devil?"

"Who is the devil!!!"

Ying Mo growled, like a wild beast at the end of its rope.

A beast that survives a disaster.

A beast that hates itself.

In order to save himself, his father desperately summoned a giant mountain eagle.

But Yingmo was young at the time, so he was able to ride away on the eagle.

But my family...

Thinking of this, two lines of blood tears slid down his cheeks.

He scanned the monks in front of him.

His gaze was like a needle piercing every monk's heart.

And this is probably why the monks bowed their heads.

"Amitabha."

"Ying Mo...don't you understand yet?"

But at this moment, a monk suddenly emerged from the crowd.

Ying Mo looked intently with ghostly eyes, and saw the monk with a round face and a big belly, and kind eyebrows, but at this moment there was a hint of worry between his eyebrows.

"master……"

This monk was none other than Ying Mo’s master, Zen Master Xin Yi.

Zen Master Xinyi sighed slightly: "Do you still remember the day I met you?"

Ying Mo froze on the spot, with a rare painful twist on his face.

When I almost starved to death on the roadside, it was my master, Zen Master Xinyi, who saved me.

Over the years, Master has taken good care of me, and he really has given me a second life.

"Master... I am deeply grateful to you... but I have to repay you for your deep hatred." Ying Mo couldn't help but tremble all over.

Master Xinyi shook his head: "Child, in fact, I have known your life experience for a long time."

Ying Mo stared at Master Xinyi blankly, and his heart was already full of mixed feelings.

"I practiced a secret technique called "The Book of Sins", so I can see the karma of a person."

"When I saw you for the first time, I found that you had a lot of karma."

"You have been hiding your life experience for these years, and I can only hope to resolve the hatred in your heart with Buddhism."

"But it didn't work out."

"Although I can see your karma, I can't see the cause and effect of you."

"It's my fault."

Before he finished speaking, Master Xinyi suddenly stretched out two fingers of his right hand and grabbed his eyes directly.

"Master!" "Junior brother!" "Uncle master!"

The surrounding monks only had time to exclaim, but it was still too late.

Master Xinyi closed his eyes, and two lines of blood and tears had already flowed down his face.

It made people gasp.

Master Xinyi was sweating all over his head, his voice was slightly trembling, but there was a sad smile on the corner of his mouth: "Disciple, turn back."

Ying Mo looked at his master who had two blood and tears like himself, and he could no longer suppress himself and couldn't help but roar to the sky.

"Ah!"

The shouts continued, echoing over the entire Nalanda Temple.

At the same time, his aura was agitated, as if he wanted to break free, but the demonic energy on his body was lingering, and he couldn't get rid of it anyway.

On the contrary, it seemed to be getting stronger.

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