Dressed as the protagonist Shou's brother who died young

The sound of chanting sutras stopped, and the crimson flames on the lotus platform seemed to burn away all evil karma.

Jueqing glanced at the Buddhist relic in Yin Weizhi's hand, and then at the great virtue presiding over the abhi, with a dry voice, "Dare to ask Master Yuan Zhi, is the person on the lotus platform the abbot?"

"Naturally, it's Huiyin." Yuan Zhi walked from under the Buddha statue to the front of the lotus platform, blocking Yin Weizhi's sight. "The abbot was born with a Buddha bone, so he is carrying a glass relic. Is it a little strange that Yin Zongzhu broke into Dabi for no reason?" OK?"

"Since that's the case, why don't you invite the immortals all over the world to come and see what kind of natural Buddha bones can produce relics without being burned by karmic fire?" Yin Weizhi said, waving his hands and shaking his sleeves, wanting to extinguish the karmic fire.

Yuan Zhi stretched out his hand, and threw out the holding beads hanging on his wrist instantly, and the nine rosary beads were arranged around Yinwei, blocking his spell.

Yin Weizhi used his finger as a sword, and shot out nine sword qi. In an instant, the sword qi forced into the rosary, and the rosary burst and shattered into powder.

The disciples who came to watch the Dabi saw this scene, all of them belonged to the Sound Transmission Sect, but after a while, monks from the five great immortal sects had already heard the news.

Wen Song was originally standing near the gate of the palace. When the monks from the various immortal gates arrived, he raised his eyes and saw the light blue Taoist robe of the Yueling Gate. He pulled Yinsu's sleeve and said, "Susu, You wait for me here first, and I will go to see Master."

Yin Su followed his gaze and saw Sang Yi next to Shen Yu, "I'll go with you."

Wen Song said "OK".

The two walked side by side to the outside of the hall, bowed and saluted, "I pay my respects to the suzerain, Zhenjun Chongyao, and my respected master."

Shen Yu nodded slightly, seeing Wen Song coming from the direction of the main hall, he asked, "What happened in the hall just now?"

Wen Song briefly talked about the Buddha's relic.

While walking forward, Shen Yu said: "You follow behind your master first."

"Yes, Sect Master."

Wen Song walked to Sang Yi's side, but when he turned around, he saw an unexpected person. He looked at the pale Wen Fu, and couldn't react for a while.

It was Wen Fu who called "Brother" first.

After Wen Song came back to his senses, the temperature in his eyes receded, and the eyes staring at him were as cold as if the rain had just stopped.

Lin Jinglan had always been by Wen Fu's side. Seeing Wen Song's indifferent attitude, he couldn't help but said: "Ah Fujing, you are the elder brother, how can you be so ignorant?"

Wen Song looked at him sideways, with a hint of sarcasm flickering in the corner of his eyes, "Does brother Lin mean to respect elder brother by poisoning me and sneaking up on me from behind?"

As soon as his words fell, the sword in Yin Su's hand buzzed, and a killing intent gushed out of the sheath, attacking Wen Fu.

Lin Jinglan didn't dare to let this murderous intent fall on Wen Fu who had lost his cultivation, and immediately blocked him, "Little brother will never do such a nasty thing, since you and Ah Fu are from the same sect, Brother again, think twice before speaking."

Wen Song glanced at him and said no more.

Lin Jinglan wanted to say something more, but Wen Fu on the side held his wrist and shook his head at him, Lin Jinglan had no choice but to swallow his words.

Wen Song pulled Yin Su, stood behind Sang Yi, and quietly observed the situation in the hall.

At this time, the karmic fire under the lotus platform was still on, and most of Huiyin's flesh was burned away, leaving almost only a skeleton.

The monks of Jingyin Temple stood in front of the lotus platform, forming a confrontation with Yin Weizhi.

Wen Song was sensitively aware that the monks in the temple did not seem to be completely of one mind. Just like now, there are hundreds of monks lined up on both sides. Most of the monks are headed by a great virtue like Yuan Zhi, while others question Yuan Zhi just now. Jueqing is the leader...

Yin Weizhi set his sights on Yuan Zhi, "Now that everyone is here, I wonder if Master Yuan Zhi can give Huiyin's body to Xianmen for inspection?"

Yuan Zhi's eyebrows drooped, as if a gloomy cloud had settled down, "Jingyin Temple has never had such a precedent."

Yin Weizhi turned his eyes to Jueqing, "What do you think?"

Jueqing met Yin Weizhi's gaze, his eyes crawled up and struggled, he neither wanted to tarnish the reputation of Jingyin Temple for thousands of years, nor did he want to betray the good thoughts in his heart, after a long while, he moved his steps and stepped aside from the lotus platform , "Sect Master Yin...please."

When Yuan Zhi heard what Jue Qing said, he raised his hand and gave it a palm.

Feeling clear and not checking, he flew out in an instant and hit the bottom of the golden Buddha statue.

Taking advantage of this gap, Yin Weizhi extinguished the fire of karma, walked towards the lotus platform through the gap where Jueqing exited, and penetrated his spiritual power into the bones.

Yuan Zhi still wanted to stop him, but was stopped by the joint efforts of the other suzerains. Yin Weizhi urged the spiritual power in the bones, and the creases gradually appeared between his brows. He looked at the few people who were fighting together, and said in a low voice: "Huiyin has been in charge of Jingyin Temple for thousands of years, but the spiritual power in the bones is not even comparable to that of the monks in the foundation period. When will the karmic fire that burns away all sins be completely transformed?"

His words made Yuan Zhi's offensive even faster. Yuan Zhi was known as the great virtue in the temple, and his cultivation level was naturally not low. Apart from him, three monks at the Mahayana stage stepped out one after another and joined the battle.

As a result, the monks behind Yuan Zhi naturally couldn't stand alone, and blood rained down the hall soon.

Wen Song immediately called out Hong Ling and surrounded her body.

Yin Su pulled out Hongxi and swung it at the attacking monk.

Not far away, Wen Fu's chest was full of blood due to the mixed murderous aura, and after a while, he vomited a mouthful of blood.

Seeing this, Lin Jinglan was distracted for a moment, and it was at this moment that he received a palm on the back. He embraced Wen Fu and turned around to attack, and then led people out of the hall.

The hall became more and more chaotic, and the battle gradually spread from the Hongzheng Hall to the outside.

The monk standing behind Jueqing helped him up and asked, "Brother, are we not going to participate?"

Jueqing responded, looking at the chaotic scene in front of him, he whispered: "Gather people from our lineage and go out through the side door."

"Yes."

Jueqing knew very well that after today, there might not be Jingyin Temple in Jinlin Continent anymore.

The First World War is over, and the sky is full of sunset.

The remnant red on the ground infects the twilight, and the world is full of chills.

The cool wind swept by, and the silence spread to the entire Buddhist temple.

Wen Song dragged the red silk, and a bloodstain slid out on the ground. He walked up to Yin Su and handed him a recovery pill, "Is Su Su injured?"

"No," Yin Sugui put his sword into its sheath, took the elixir, led the people to a clean stone step and sat down, "What do you think about Jingyin Temple?"

Wen Song leaned on the stone slab, deliberated and said: "I always feel that Jingyin Temple should be related to the Demon Realm, not all of them. According to today's situation, there should be a part of it. Now it seems... He was treated as an outcast."

"Firstly, the timing of Huiyin's false resignation is too coincidental, and secondly, no matter whether this matter will be discovered or not, he will have nothing to do with him. Only the Buddhist temple will be left to bear."

After finishing speaking, he touched the tip of his nose, "These are just my guesses, what does Su Su think?"

"Xu Shi," Yin Su looked at the blood-stained bluestone, closed his eyes, and said in a low voice, "The next step is the Demon Realm."

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When Wen Fu came out of the Buddhist temple, he ran into an acquaintance. He looked at Duan He, who was wearing a purple Taoist robe, and smiled slightly on his blood-stained lips, "A He."

When Duan He heard this name, he couldn't help but think of the half a year when he was lying on the bed and couldn't move. His body froze and he took two steps back unconsciously.

Seeing his movements, Wen Fu smiled, "Since Ah He doesn't want to see me, let's just say goodbye."

As he spoke, he frowned slightly, his eyes flashed with sadness.

Duan He didn't have the time to pay attention to his emotions. Hearing what Wen Song said, he immediately activated his spiritual power and left here.

Wen Fu: "..."

He stared at the figure who disappeared in a blink of an eye, and was stunned.

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