The demon witch is her white moonlight

The golden light scattered, Le Xiaoyi and many other guests were shrouded in the golden light, some golden threads also fell on the guests present, one of them passed through the void and touched the center of Le Xiaoyi's eyebrows.

Le Xiaoyi blinked suspiciously. Compared with the unshakable power in the Buddha's light, the golden thread is nothing. There is no spiritual power fluctuation in the golden light. If Le Xiaoyi didn't really watch it appear on his body, Le Xiaoyi would I even wonder if it really exists.

At this time, Le Xiaoyi, who was looking down at the golden thread, felt a little strange, so he looked up and suddenly found that many people around were looking at her.

Shock flashed in the eyes of the elders of Ghost Dao Sect, Venerable Jinghua showed the expected expression, while Su Tingyun, who was confused by his identity, raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, his eyes were full of interest.

Le Xiaoyi withdrew her gaze, turned to look at Zuo Shixuan who was also shocked, and asked her in a low voice: "Cousin, what is this?"

Zuo Shixuan looked at her with a complicated expression, and said after a long time: "This is cause and effect."

"Ah?" Le Xiaoyi was stunned.

It is better not to answer than to answer.

Zuo Shixuan shook her head, and did not go into details, Le Xiaoyi was at a loss, and the eyes of the surroundings stared at her like a light.

Even though he didn't know it, Le Xiaoyi also knew that something terrible must have happened, because there were only three gold threads connected to the Buddha in the hall, one on Le Xiaoyi's body, and one on Luo Xiaoyi's body. The Qing River is connected, and there is another one, but after entering the hall, you can't see the person's appearance clearly.

The three gold wires made the three of them different in the hall, Le Xiaoyi was at a loss, but Luo Qinghe looked as if he had expected it, and even cast a mocking smile at Le Xiaoyi.

Le Xiaoyi frowned, even Zuo Shixuan didn't speak clearly, and asking other people would be fruitless, maybe it wasn't Zuo Shixuan who didn't want to talk, but she didn't know how to explain this vision.

How long did the ceremony of listening to the Dharma last, and how long did the golden light stay on Le Xiaoyi? Staring at Le Xiaoyi.

Master Fa Xun looked tired, and his back seemed to be a little bent again, which shows that doing this method has damaged Master Fa Xun's body.

Zuo Shixuan sighed: "The one just now cost at least ten years of Master Fa Xun's lifespan."

Le Xiaoyi was shocked.

As a senior in the Unsullied Realm, Master Fa Xun exchanged his own ten years of life for the gods and Buddhas to predict the ups and downs of the world, natural disasters and man-made disasters in the next ten years. in the world.

This state of great selflessness is commendable.

Le Xiaoyi had never seen such a person before, and he also believed that he did not have such a high level of awareness, the shock in his heart was indescribable.

Two Origin Tracing Realm masters quickly stepped forward to hold Fa Xun's shoulders, one of them looked worried and asked in a low voice, "Master, are you reluctant?"

Master Fa Xun waved his hand and signaled the two disciples to step back. His beard was white under his chin, his face was old, and his cloudy eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of fog. He is a master of no scale.

He let out a long breath of turbid air, then opened his arms, and dots of golden light emerged above his head, condensing into a few dim golden words: natural disasters and man-made disasters.

As soon as this sentence came out, Master Fa Xun spat out blood with a pop, and staggered back a few steps. The disciple behind him wanted to step forward to help him, but he waved his hand to stop him.

There was silence in the audience, and the eyes of the older guests were dimmed, while those like Le Xiaoyi were ignorant.

What do the four words calculated during the Dharma-hearing ceremony, natural disasters and man-made disasters mean?

After a brief silence, the guests began to whisper. Some were panicked, some showed doubts, and some got up angrily, and said loudly, "Abbot, what do you mean by this natural and man-made disaster?"

Le Xiaoyi turned to look at that person, there was constant booing all around, but the guests in the front row were silent, unable to see each other's emotions.

Fa Xun raised his arms, suppressed the fishy sweetness in his throat, suppressed his anxious whispers, and said tremblingly: "Please be safe and don't be impatient."

Although the abbot seemed to be weak and weak, he looked like he had run out of fuel, but he was an unsullied master, and the noise in the audience quickly subsided, so Fa Xun sighed and repeated the four words : "Natural and man-made disasters."

Everyone looked at him, Le Xiaoyi couldn't help frowning, feeling a little bad.

And this bad premonition soon came true.

Master Fa Xun bowed to the guests and sat down cross-legged.

The beads in his hand snapped and broke, one hundred and eight fine sandalwood beads fell to the ground with a crackling sound, and one rolled to Le Xiaoyi's body.

Master Fa Xun's disciple suddenly turned pale, his lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a word.

"The old monk saw that in the past ten years, Bodhi Zen Buddhism will have a difficult time, and it may be overthrown. Today, I will take this opportunity to take a bold look at the human world in a hundred years."

Fa Xun's words aroused thousands of waves and exploded the crowd.

Bodhi Zen will have a problem?What kind of catastrophe would overthrow such a vast sect?

The sentence of natural disasters and man-made disasters just now is not a prediction of the next ten years, but the next hundred years?

Master Fa Xun learned that Bodhi Zen Buddhism might be gone, so he didn't hesitate to waste a hundred years of life to get a glimpse of the future?

No matter which one, the impact on the visitors was indescribable, and Le Xiaoyi was so shocked that his eyes glazed over, not knowing how to react.

The next hundred years, summed up in four words, will be a natural and man-made disaster.

Fa Xun's cough suppressed the din from the audience, and the audience became quieter, and he said: "I don't have much time left, please listen to what I have to say."

All that was left of the noise was gone.

"The world of gods and Buddhas is about to enter a chaotic world." Fa Xun's hoarse and old voice spread far and wide, wrapped in strong inner strength, "Man-made disasters have been premeditated, and they will harm all living beings in the universe and control the universe."

His eyes fell in the distance, passing through the void, as if seeing a back standing in the air, he continued: "The natural disaster is just beginning to appear, and the long night is coming. The king with the sword will turn the tide and unify the three continents and the four seas."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the few people in the hall who had just been implicated by the golden thread, and sighed: "What the Buddha saw, you are all people who have gathered great fortune, or are closely related to the future troubled times, and are the key to changing the situation. Whether it is good or bad is inconclusive, and it depends on the good fortune of the kings."

A helpless wry smile appeared on Fa Xun's old face, he shook his head and said, "Maybe the next ten, twenty, and 20-year promise will come as scheduled, but I can't see it."

"Amitabha." He slowly closed his eyes, put his palms together and recited the Buddha's name.

So he sat quietly, motionless.

The disciple who had just called Fa Xun as master was stunned, then his eyes turned red, and he cried out in grief, "Master!"

The guests around realized something and stood up involuntarily, even Su Tingyun and Venerable Jinghua from Penglai Wonderland also stood up.

The sound of chanting sounded.

The disciple who presided over Fa Xun wiped away the tears from his eyes, closed his eyes and shouted: "Bodhi Zen presided over Fa Xun, passed away."

Le Xiaoyi stood blankly, looking at the sorrowful eyes of many Bodhi Zen disciples, holding the Buddhist bead that he had just picked up in his palm, his mind was buzzing.

Master Fa Xun of Unsullied Realm has passed away.

Before dying, Le Xiaoyi only left a few short sentences, Le Xiaoyi seemed to understand something, but also seemed to understand nothing.

What are natural disasters?What is a man-made disaster?Who is the king of swords? What about the 10-year agreement?

Panic.

Le Xiaoyi heard countless voices beside her ears, and a golden thread quietly appeared in front of her heart, but this time, no one noticed her, only she could see this golden thread.

She looked forward along the golden thread, over Master Fa Xun's body, and landed on the huge golden Buddha statue behind the Sanskrit Hall.

Looking at the Buddha statue, Le Xiaoyi suddenly noticed that there was something strange about the Buddha statue.

The center of the Buddha's eyebrows was sunken, and it was different from the Buddha that Le Xiaoyi had seen in the album. It was not like this, but someone took away the red object embedded in the center of the Buddha's eyebrows.

The sunken mark was dark and deep, so that the sacred Buddha looked black, which was indeed a bad omen.

Le Xiaoyi followed the Buddha's eyebrows upwards, and suddenly her heart skipped a beat. She saw a figure hiding in the dark corner of the groove, revealing only a black corner of his clothes that was out of harmony.

Who is that?

It was too late to warn, that person keenly spotted her.

All of a sudden, the world was spinning, and the sound of booming was endless, Le Xiaoyi's five senses were blocked, as if isolated from the noise around him, and fell into a strange environment.

Zuo Shixuan seemed to be talking to her, but she could only see Zuo Shixuan's lips trembling, but she couldn't see her movements clearly, nor could she hear what she said.

It was like sinking into the water in an instant, and what she saw in front of her eyes was distorted. The sword heart of Hongmeng flickered in her heart, but her consciousness was free from her body, unable to control, unable to make a sound, unable to move, unable to respond to the coming... Destruction makes the slightest impact.

This feeling of powerlessness made her a little familiar. It seemed that not long ago, when she was a guest at Yandaomen, she was controlled by Wu's illusion that night, and she had a similar experience at the moment when she broke free.

So, she was under the illusion?

Just looking at each other and falling into the trap laid by the other party, and there is no power to resist, can they only be slaughtered by others?

But in terms of illusion, which inheritance is better than the Eternal Night Beast?

As soon as Le Xiaoyi thought about it, the dark golden talisman on his chest twisted and rotated, and a dark mist filled the air, filling the entire man-made illusion.

The eyes of the person hiding between the Buddha's eyebrows went dark, and he couldn't see anything.