The Little Monk Goes Down the Mountain [Transmigration Book]

Zhan Ming felt as if someone was burning his nerves, inch by inch, almost no part of his body was intact, he wanted to yell, but found that he couldn't open his mouth at all.

The pain was about to swallow him, as if something was tearing at his soul inch by inch, and expelled him from this skin, Zhan Ming felt panic, not the panic of death, but the panic of the unknown, He tried hard to open his eyes, but couldn't at all, the sharp and piercing voice continued to roar in his ears, and after a burst of severe pain, he felt as if he was floating in midair, and his whole body was light.

The original pain disappeared at this moment, while Zhan Ming heaved a sigh of relief, he suddenly felt a little dazed, did he die now?

Before he had time to think about it, a huge gravitational force came from his side. Before he had time to react, he was pulled into an object. Zhan Ming opened his eyes suddenly, and this time he finally succeeded.

He saw the original self, floating in midair with a cold expression, and the formation that Wood Soul had put up before, was in disarray at this time, and Wood Soul collapsed on the ground as if absent-minded. The Mahayana monks seemed to have suffered serious injuries, but they were not seriously injured.

"Who is so bold to try to release the Demon Lord?" Zhan Ming suddenly felt a little ridiculous when he heard his own voice speaking in a tone he had never heard before.

"Buddha son." Ruyi was the first to react, and hastily folded his hands together and saluted forward.

Fozi Qingxuan frowned and glanced at Ruyi, then relieved: "Are you Ruyi? Is Ruyi still there?"

Zhan Ming's eyes widened suddenly. The Buddha actually knew the uncle Rusu. Could it be that...

Hearing what he said, Ruyi hurriedly said: "Junior brother Rusu is still here, but his cultivation level has not improved any more, and now I am afraid that time is running out."

"Oh, it's all because of me." Qing Xuan's eyes were filled with compassion, as if he couldn't bear it.

Ruyi also moved his brows and eyes slightly, looking a little sad, and said in a low voice: "This is not what you wanted."

At this time, Zhan Ming finally understood that if he guessed correctly, that uncle Rusu was probably the reincarnation of the previous generation of Buddhas, but he didn't know that there were really reincarnations of Buddhas who could survive.

Hearing these two talking about this, the others couldn't bear it anymore. Duan Lingxu, the patriarch of the Duan family, hurriedly said: "Senior, thank you for saving your life, but I don't know how the Demon Lord is doing?"

Hearing this, Fozi straightened his expression, turned his head and glanced at Wood Soul, who was lying on the ground with a hopeless look, and sighed: "The Demon Lord has been temporarily suppressed by me, but if you want to seal it completely again, you just have to I'm afraid I need the help of the Tree of Life to reproduce the formation that was sealed back then."

Speaking of this, everyone actually looked in Zhan Ming's direction.

Zhan Ming was overjoyed, thinking that everyone had discovered him, but soon he discovered that everyone did not see him.

Zhan Ming wanted to move his arms and speak, but when he opened his eyes, he saw Fu Zizheng kneeling on the ground. He had been staring blankly at the Buddha floating in the air, and hadn't spoken for a long time.

"Do you want to go out?" Just as Zhan Ming was struggling, a voice suddenly came from his ear.

Zhan Ming was taken aback for a moment, this voice was exactly the weapon spirit he saw when he came in.

"Senior, did you save me?"

As soon as Zhan Ming finished speaking, a man with white eyebrows and white beard appeared in front of his eyes, it was the one who disappeared for no reason.

"Are you going out now? If you go out now, you will die." The man looked at Zhan Ming curiously, as if he had never seen such a stupid person.

Zhan Ming was startled and couldn't help but look down at himself.

Only then did he realize that his whole body was transparent.

"Have you pulled out my soul?" He looked blankly at the person in front of him.

The man nodded: "You are so strange that you have two souls in one body. If I don't take out your soul, you will definitely be killed by that person based on your cultivation."

Zhan Ming couldn't help but said, "Why? Why do you help me like this?"

The man was a little stunned, and after a long time said: "I don't know either."

Zhan Ming was a little surprised by his words, this person didn't look like an ancient weapon spirit that had experienced tens of thousands of years.

"Stay here first, and go out after you find a suitable container." The man said gently.

Zhan Ming nodded and wanted to say something more, but things outside seemed to have changed again.

"No one is allowed to come over!" A desperate roar suddenly came from outside.

Zhan Ming hurriedly looked outside, but saw Fu Zizheng standing in front of the Tree of Life with scarlet eyes.

Zhan Ming was anxious, what is he going to do?

"Zizheng, don't back down!" Bai Yujing's real Linxu hurriedly said.

But Fu Zizheng didn't back down at all, and still stood where he was.

"Old Ancestor, Zhan Ming is gone." His tone was so desperate that Zhan Ming felt his heart tremble.

Master Linxu looked at Fu Zizheng and was speechless for a while.

Fozi also watched this scene, he sighed deeply and said, "Fellow Daoist Fu, you don't need to do this, Zhanming's soul has not been annihilated."

As soon as Fu Zizheng said this, Fu Zizheng was suddenly stunned, and in the next moment, he came to Fozi with red eyes and stared at him: "If you dare to lie to me, I don't care if you are a Buddha or not. I will definitely teach you to be wiped out!"

The Buddha looked at Fu Zizheng with compassionate eyes, and said in a warm voice: "The monks don't lie, Zhanming's soul was taken away before the poor monk descended. As for where he went, I don't know, but I haven't been annihilated. His consciousness."

Fu Zizheng seemed to have swallowed the words word by word and chewed them again. He waited until Fozi finished speaking, and then fell to his knees on the ground as if he had been redeemed. He gasped heavily, as if the next moment he Just about to suffocate.

Ruyi stood aside, folded his hands together and proclaimed the Buddha's name: "Fortunately, it must be Haizhen's plan that succeeded."

Fu Zizheng raised his head to look at Ruyi, Ruyi couldn't bear to see Fu Zizheng like this, and said softly: "Haizhen and Zhanming planned to extract the soul before the Buddha descended, and now this result should be Haizhen's doing. "

Unexpectedly, Fozi couldn't help curling his lips after hearing this: "Impossible, such a sophisticated spell, Hai Zhen absolutely does not have this ability, and his and Zhan Ming's plan can never be successful, this matter is done by others."

Fu Zizheng's original hope was wiped out at this moment.

Standing in the tree of life and watching this scene, Zhan Ming was very anxious. He wanted to go out and tell Fu Zizheng that he was not dead, but after all he didn't have the ability.

At this moment, a roar suddenly came from the tree of life, Zhan Ming was startled, looked at Qi Ling beside him, Qi Ling remained calm, and said softly: "The Demon Lord is coming out."

"What?" Zhan Ming was so frightened that his face turned pale. If the demon king was really born, then Li Huozhou would definitely be devastated.

"Senior!" Duan Lingxu looked at Fozi anxiously.

The Buddha no longer entangled in the matter of clarity, he waved away all the people below Mahayana present, and lifted the wooden soul, looked at him with burning eyes, and said in a low voice: "Formation."

His words were very steady, almost no trace of anger could be heard, but the coercion was so strong that Muhun couldn't help but raised his head and looked straight at the Buddha.

"I, I didn't." He almost struggled to say this.

But the Buddha didn't accept this method, and still used those two words, formation.

Ancestor Ruyi saw that this was not the solution, and the shaking below became more and more violent, and hurriedly said: "Fellow Taoist Wood Soul, Fellow Water Daoist has passed away, do you want to watch the entire Wu Clan be destroyed? Could it be that Fellow Water Daoist used his life In exchange for the Wu Clan, are you just ruining it like this?"

Muhun's expression was startled, and he couldn't help looking at Patriarch Ruyi, but there was fear in his eyes.

"Wood Soul, if you are dead right now, why would you have the face to see Fellow Daoist Shui!" Duan Lingxu was not like the old ancestor Ruyi, who directly hit the fatal spot.

After struggling for a while, Muhun finally took out the formation map from his sleeve and handed it to Buddha.

As soon as the Buddha brought it, he only looked at it, then waved his sleeves, and set up a formation around the tree of life. He shouted: "Every Mahayana monk is a formation, and the rest will protect the Dharma on the outside." !"

The Mahayana monks all entered the formation eyes, only Muhun sat on the ground in deep thought. The Buddha glanced at him and pushed him into one of the formation eyes. Anyway, this formation method does not need to be a formation eye monks do too much.

But Buddha, in the end, stood in the center of the formation.

The Ruyi ancestor had already seen it, and couldn't help but said: "Buddha, if you are here..."

"It's all the same." Fozi said in a serious tone, "The 10,000+ years of sacrifice and pain in Zhaohui Temple should have an end today."

The ancestor Ruyi looked at the back of the Buddha with a painful expression, but he didn't say a word in the end.

After all, this is the Buddha's own choice.

"Get up!"

Following the Buddha's loud shout, the formation suddenly emitted a dazzling light, and the spirit in the tree of life also sat cross-legged on the ground, forming a tactic with both hands, hooking up with the formation outside.

Maybe it was a moment, or maybe it was a long time later, the light gradually dimmed, and the terrible impact sound gradually disappeared, and the people around finally saw the appearance of the people in the formation.

The original location of the tree of life has lost the shadow of the tree of life, only Zhanming's soul is floating in place, the Buddha fell from the high clouds, he saw Zhanming's bewildered soul and smiled softly.

Zhan Ming looked at Fu Zizheng on the periphery, and before he had time to say anything, he felt a huge suction force, and he floated up from the ground involuntarily, hitting the falling body directly.

When Zhan Ming realized again, he had already been caught. He looked up at Fu Zizheng's well-shaped chin, and suddenly felt the joy of surviving the disaster, but the next moment, he fell into the darkness again. .

The other Mahayana monks stood up from the ground in twos and threes. Except for the wood soul Wu Zu, he had lost the will to live long ago, so he did not survive the catastrophe. Perhaps from the day he went crazy, the real he is already dead.

The Ruyi ancestor looked at Fu Zizheng who was hugging Zhanming, with a dull expression, and finally said after a long time: "Today I can survive, all thanks to the Buddha."

The other Mahayana monks stood with him, and they all looked serious. Ruyi was right. This formation was originally a formation based on the premise of consuming the vitality of the Mahayana monks. Those seniors who participated in the seal back then also After this incident, they died one after another, but they were unscathed except for the consumption of spiritual power.

He almost absorbed all the power of the formation with his own power. This formation exhausted all the cultivation and life of the Buddha, and finally sealed the Demon Lord. At the last moment, he did not forget to recall Zhan Ming This time, the curse of one body and two souls in Chaohui Temple for 10,000+ years ended.

Fu Zizheng hugged Zhanming, Zhanming had completely fainted because of all the previous events, but Fu Zizheng looked at Ruyi Patriarch without saying a word, but those eyes spoke a lot.

Until finally, he finally spoke: "I want to take him away."

His voice was hoarse, and after the previous ups and downs, he is now exhausted physically and mentally.

Patriarch Ruyi wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, he just opened his mouth, and finally nodded: "Monks don't lie."

He turned away, not looking at the two of them again.

Fu Zizheng turned to Master Linxu again, he kowtowed three times while kneeling down without saying much.

"Old Ancestor, Bai Yujing's kindness to Zizheng can only be repaid in the next life."

Master Linxu just waved his hand: "No matter where you go, you will always be from Bai Yujing."

With a burning look on his face, Fu Zizheng nodded solemnly.

He looked around, didn't stop, hugged Zhanming, turned around and left.

Seeing the two of them disappear into the vast darkness, no one present spoke.

The author has something to say: The story is almost over. I feel relieved to write this. I have finally finished writing this story. There are really many, many shortcomings. I am also summarizing it myself. Let’s take a look at the happy life of the two of them, but there is no more big plot. I am very grateful to the little angels who have accompanied me to the present. Even if I gave up once, there are people who have been waiting for me. Now, this book is over. Goodbye!

I actually have a lot of ideas for the next book. I have saved a lot of manuscripts for the title, and I also tried to write a chapter for the European style one. I will post in two weeks, that's it!