Xu Changsheng went on to exterminate the other demons and monsters in the valley.
After these mountain spirits, wild monsters, Hui Xian, Huang Daxian, and other demons were subdued, they accumulated 4000 cultivation points.
Just as he was about to slap Hu Xiaoxian to death, Ning Caicheng and Nie Xiaoqian stopped him.
"Little…Little Monk, wait!”
"Hu Xiaoxian is a good person, just like us, she has never harmed the innocent.”
"It was all thanks to her that we were able to block the attacks of the other five immortals.”
Ning Caicheng and Nie Xiaoqian pleaded.
Hu Xiaoxian was intimidated by Xu Changsheng's Buddhist aura and revealed her true form, shivering on the ground.
Ning Caicheng and Nie Xiaoqian didn't dare to get close either. They only felt that Xu Changsheng's body was hot.
Xu Changsheng's S-shaped golden line opened up as he looked at Hu Xiaoxian with his eyes.
Seeing that there was not much karma on him, he let her go.
Hu Xiaoxian heaved a sigh of relief, but she was so scared that her legs went soft and she couldn't stand up.
"Little monk," Nie Xiaoqian said fearfully,"the Buddha power on your body is too strong. It's a great harm to us. Can you…restrain yourself?"”
Xu Changsheng nodded slightly. He turned the Buddhist seal on his palm and shouted,""Mighty Heavenly Dragon, withdraw your spell and return!"
"Roar!" The
Mighty Heavenly Dragon let out a long growl and circled in the air for a few rounds. Then, it rushed down and sank into Xu Changsheng's back.
On Xu Changsheng's strong back, the Mighty Heavenly Dragon tattoo was glowing red.
It was only when the white monk robe fell from the sky and draped over Xu Changsheng's body that his magnificent Buddhist might was restrained a little.
As soon as the Buddhist aura was withdrawn, the pressure on Caicheng, Nie Xiaoqian, and Hu Xiaoxian was greatly reduced.
It was as if a five-fingered mountain had been removed from their bodies.
"Puff!"
The old monk couldn't suppress his injuries anymore. He spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.
"Master!"
Xu Changsheng hurried over and helped the old monk sit in the lotus position. Then, he guided the Buddhist power into the old monk's body.
The old monk's breath drifted as he said,""I know that you have a deep affinity with Buddha and have other opportunities.”
"Now that I've seen you gain such good fortune in a year, I'm glad.”
"Master, don't say anything!”
Xu Changsheng pushed the old monk's back with all his strength and transferred all the remaining Buddhist power in his body.
He could only hope that he could keep the old monk alive!
The old monk shook his head."It's useless, my disciple. My life is over."”
The sarira floating in the air slowly fell and became dull.
"Xuan Kong, I have a request.”
He entrusted the sarira to Xu Changsheng and said,""If you have the chance to pass by or return to the Great Xuan Kong Temple in the future, send this old monk's sarira to the Great Xuan Kong Temple.”
"In addition, the demon who killed Master Kong is the young sect master of the Heavenly Demon Sect.”
"If you have the cultivation of the Aureate Body realm, you should get rid of a few more demons from the Heaven Demon Sect!”
"I don't have anything to give you. My prayer beads were blown up in the battle with the Fujun Lieutenant General. I only have a purple gold staff left for you.”
After saying this, the old monk slowly closed his eyes and sat in the lotus position. His kind face was very peaceful and peaceful.
"Amitabha Buddha…"
After chanting the last Buddhist proclamation, the old monk passed away and his aura dissipated.
"Master!"
Xu Changsheng hugged the old monk tightly and raised his head to roar.
"Aaaaaaaaah…"
The surrounding gloomy soil immediately exploded, and tens of thousands of kilograms of earth and stone spewed into the air.
Ning Caicheng, Nie Xiaoqian, and Hu Xiaoxian stood in silence.
After his grief, Xu Changsheng used the remaining Buddhist power to lift the old monk's body and left.
He wanted to return to the ancient temple.
"Little monk…"
Nie Xiaoqian wanted to comfort Xu Changsheng, but her sister, Ning Caicheng, stopped her.
Ning Caicheng shook her head and said in a low voice,"Let the little monk calm down.”
Nie Xiaoqian stopped in her tracks and watched Xu Changsheng leave with the old monk's body.
On the third day of the third month, the snow had yet to melt.
Xu Changsheng stepped on the stone steps and climbed up the mountain from the foot of the mountain to the top.
The world was covered in white. Only Xu Changsheng's figure and a set of footprints appeared lonely and desolate.
"Master, we're here. We're home.”
Xu Changsheng passed through the snow-covered mountain gate and raised his head to look at the plaque of the ancient temple-
Huiming Temple.
Back then, Xu Changsheng had changed the word "Lan" to "Hui" and added two more words to make it Huiming Temple.
He remembered that the old monk was both happy and angry. He picked up the broom and chased after him. He ran around the outer wall of the ancient temple courtyard several times.
He walked into the courtyard.
Snow covered the trees and the stone table.
Xu Changsheng seemed to see a few shadows.
An old monk and a young monk sat around a stone table and played Gomoku.
There were old monks and young monks sweeping the fallen leaves on the ground into piles before roasting sweet potatoes to eat.
Scenes appeared before Xu Changsheng's eyes.
Snowflakes fell on Xu Changsheng's eyes and turned into crystal tears that slid down his face.
"Master, I will repair Huiming Temple and make the incense offerings flourish.”
Xu Changsheng wiped away his tears. He raised his purple gold staff and stabbed it into the ground, sending the old monk's body into the main hall.
There were no Buddha statues on the altar in the main hall.
Xu Changsheng placed the old monk's body on the altar and prepared to turn it into a physical Buddha.
Xu Changsheng found a futon and sat down cross-legged, guarding the old monk for the whole night.
The next day, dawn.
A golden beam of light flew across the mountains and forests, shining on the main hall of the ancient temple on the top of the mountain.
The sunlight passed through the front door and shone on Xu Changsheng's back.
Xu Changsheng stood up.
According to the usual practice, he swept the floor with a broom.
Today, the system rewarded Xu Changsheng with a low-grade Buddhist treasure, the brocade kasaya.
The brocade kasaya was like a kasaya made from the most gorgeous silk threads and jade. It was dazzling.
Clothes make the man. If Xu Changsheng wore it, he would look even more handsome with his handsome face. He would look like a saint monk.
However, Xu Changsheng was neither happy nor sad. He put on the brocade kasaya and held the purple-gold staff in his hand. He looked ready to go.
"The dungeon has been maxed out. It's time to go down the mountain.”
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