Chapter 2856 Reappearance (Two More)

When they finished chanting and stopped one after another, they felt that their body and mind were purified, they had a little more understanding of the world and the world, a little more kindness, and a two-point clarity of mind.

They all saluted together and turned towards the nine old monks who had disappeared into the void.

Then they talked.

"Brother Ding Xing, which master has passed away?" A middle-aged monk asked the Ding Xing monk with a gloomy face in a low voice.

Ding monk: "Senior brother Dinghua, should be brother Dingru."

"Junior Brother Dingru has passed away?" The middle-aged monk Dinghua cried out: "Junior Brother Dingru has cultivated so profoundly that he has almost reached the top level of our Daci'en Temple?"

"Hmm." The qualitative monk was not in the mood to speak.

Thinking of Chu Li's passing away, even though he, as a monk, had to endure life and death, he couldn't help feeling sad, melancholy and bewildered.

He knew that Chu Li's death was because of the Fumo Temple, and it was worth sacrificing himself for the Fumo Temple and the Da Ci'en Temple. Would he choose this way instead?

"How could Junior Brother Dingru pass away, and he didn't practice in the temple?" Monk Dinghua continued to ask.

He was really curious, this legendary junior brother of the same generation can be said to have attracted the attention of the temple, and not only the Da Ci'en Temple, but also the whole world is famous, and the name of a genius has spread to the world.

He is the top virtuous and eminent monk in the future. There is no doubt about it. Da Ci'en Temple has such a powerful person. They envy them and feel honored. They never expected to die suddenly.

The qualitative monk shook his head: "He's going to deal with the masters of the Demon Sect."

"No wonder..." Monk Dinghua suddenly realized.

All the disciples of Da Ci'en Temple agreed that this time the demon sect's resurgence surpassed that of the previous ones, and it was like a flood that was unstoppable. It was a helpless move for all the disciples of Da Ci'en Temple to return to the gate of the temple, and it was wise to protect themselves.

"Song Jing in Xuankong City has met Abbot Xinji!" A clear and melodious voice suddenly came from outside, calm and calm.

The voice clearly reached the ears of every Da Ci'en Temple disciple, making them feel awe-inspiring.

Now the gate of Da Ci'en Temple has been closed, and the formation is activated, so the sound from outside can't come in, so that it is convenient to meditate on Buddhism and practice in meditation. Song Jing's cultivation is really profound.

As soon as they heard the name, they remembered Song Jing's actions back then, which ruined the face of Da Ci'en Temple. She insisted on avenging her brother, and made them helpless, like avoiding snakes and scorpions.

They suddenly thought, could it be that she had heard the news of Dingru's death, so she came here to laugh at it, and even angered Huiguang and the others?

"Amitabha..." The silent voice resounded through the Da Ci'en Temple, and he said slowly: "The benefactor of Song Dynasty is here, and our temple welcomes you, please go!"

Everyone was taken aback.

They didn't understand why the abbot was so friendly. It was obvious that this Song Jing was an enemy of Da Ci'en Temple. Although they would not kill her, it didn't mean that they welcomed her. They should be cold-faced.

"Thank you abbot!" Song Jing said.

"Squeak!" The gate of Da Ci'en Temple opened.

Then a row of yellow-clothed monks walked out, stepping like a single step, and when they reached the bottom of the steps, they were divided into two in the middle, and each stood on both sides of the steps.

The abbot Xin Ji stepped out of the temple gate slowly wearing a purple gold cassock, went down the steps, and paid a tithe to Song Jing at the bottom of the steps: "Song benefactor!"

Song Jing wore a fluttering snow-white blouse, looked at Xinji calmly, took out a clear and flawless round bead from her bosom, and handed it to Xinji: "Abbot, this is Dingru's relic."

"Amitabha!" Heart silently made an offering to the relic.

Song Jing held the relic in the air, her face was solemn, and she remained motionless as if turned into a statue.

The monks stared at the clear relic with complicated expressions.

They still only see such pure and impurity-free relics. The rest of the relics are as pure as agate or gemstones, but none of them are as pure as ice crystals, as pure as the heart of a child.

It's a pity that such a character just passed away and passed away early.

After Xinji Heshi saluted, he solemnly stretched out his hands, took the relic slowly and carefully, raised it above his head, then raised his palms, and nodded to Song Jing: "Thank you Song Jing!"

Song Jing shook her head.

"Song benefactor, let me come in with the old monk to watch the ceremony." Xinji said.

"Okay." Song Jing agreed without hesitation.

Xinji turned around and walked towards the temple, followed by Song Jing, and all the monks followed behind her, and entered the Daci'en Temple together.

Xinji led the crowd to a towering tower.

This tower is about 100 meters high, and the body of the tower seems to be made of iron, flashing a dark luster in the morning sun, revealing its thickness and solemnity, which makes people awe-inspiring.

In front of the pagoda is an empty square, where most of the monks in the temple have already gathered.

Monk Huiguang squeezed to the front, heheed quietly, staring at the relic with straight eyes: "Abbot, is this Dingru's relic?"

Staring at him silently, he nodded slightly.

"Amitabha!" Monk Huiguang Heshi declared the Buddha's name solemnly.

He didn't know what to say. He had long expected that there would be such a day when the master and the apprentice would be separated from each other, but he didn't expect this day to come so fast, so caught off guard, and his thousands of thoughts finally turned into a Buddha's name.

"Amitabha Buddha!" ​​All the monks recited the Buddha's name toward the relic, solemnly and solemnly.

Song Jing pursed her red lips tightly and stood motionless watching, suppressing her mood that was floating like a raging wave.

Monk Xinji turned his head to look at the nine old monks walking slowly: "Uncle, we can do it now!"

Nine old monks appeared unknowingly, walked out of the crowd, every step was ordinary, without showing any advanced cultivation, and their bodies were empty, as if they had no martial arts.

They were wearing white-washed yellow monk robes, their bodies were spotless, their hands and faces were withered like they were about to die, they came step by step in front of Xinji, and sat cross-legged on the ground with him as the center.

Xinji also sat down slowly, holding the relic in both hands.

All the monks stared curiously, without blinking, never seeing such a ceremony.

"Moo..." The nine monks suddenly formed a seal and gave a low shout at the same time. The whole body of the monks trembled when they heard this, the whole world seemed to be shaking, almost shaking their internal energy.

"Well..." The low voice seemed to come from the void, shaking in all directions.

Song Jing looked at them suspiciously.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like an act to appease the relic's breath, nor does it look like a trip to salvation, what are they doing.

Her cultivation base is profound, and she is compatible with the void, so she can restrain herself from such vibrations and not follow the tide.

A series of mantras combined with the handprints disturbed the void. Gradually, a powerful force condensed in the void, and a golden sun suddenly appeared in the sky above the Da Ci'en Temple, matching this force.

The golden sun combined with this power and disappeared without a sound.

Where they disappeared, a black hole suddenly appeared in the void. This black hole was looming and unfathomable, as if leading to the infinite void.

A faint Sanskrit sound floated out from the black hole, faintly.

The monks stared wide-eyed. Hearing the Sanskrit sound, their minds moved slightly, yearning for it. They vaguely felt that the opposite side of the black hole might be the blissful land of Buddhism.

"Amitabha!" Nine old monks suddenly proclaimed the Buddha's name.

Just like a bronze bell ringing, everyone's minds were cleared immediately, their fascination disappeared, and their bodies trembled endlessly from the Buddha's name, like a bronze bell being struck.

The black hole disappeared in a flash, and Chu Li's figure suddenly appeared in the void.

Before everyone could see clearly, several bolts of thunder suddenly appeared and landed on him silently, and then came the earth-shattering loud noise of "rumbling".

PS: The update is complete.