Taoist students

Chapter 952
At this moment, Dongfang Mo's heart almost jumped into his throat.

He never expected that there were still living people at the bottom of this evil spirit lake.

At this moment, his mind and body were tense, and he could shoot out behind him at any time.

A person who has lived at the bottom of the evil spirit lake for countless years knows that this kind of existence may crush him to death with a single finger without even thinking about it.

"Gollum!"

At this moment, the silver glow in the eyes of the little white monkey had already gone out, and the beast's throat bulged and swallowed.

After pondering for a while, Dongfang Mo finally settled down, then looked at the skeleton sitting cross-legged in front of a wooden fish in front of him, bowed his hands and said, "Young Dongfang Mo, I have met the master."

"The benefactor is very polite."

In his mind, the previous voice came again.

From the voice he judged the age of the speaker, it should be an old man.

"Dare to ask why Master is here." Dongfang Mo asked.

"Hehe, since the benefactor knows the answer, why bother to ask it knowingly?"

Dongfang Mo's eyelids twitched when he heard the words in his mind.

He had no idea who the person he was facing was divine.Although the monks had left an excellent impression on him since he practiced Taoism, it was naturally impossible for him to trust the person in front of him based on this alone.

"The donor seems to be a human race!"

At this time, the monk's old voice sounded again in his mind.

"Master has good eyesight, this junior is indeed from the human race." Dongfang Mo nodded.

Hearing his affirmative answer, for some reason, Dongfang Mo faintly felt a slight emotional fluctuation coming from this monk.

So he carefully observed the skeleton in front of him again. Judging from the appearance, this person seemed to be also a human race.Thinking of this, he showed a thoughtful expression.

Not long after, Dongfang Mo continued to speak: "I don't know how to call the master."

"Amitabha, the poor monk's Dharma name is Suffering Wisdom."

"Bitter Wisdom..." Dongfang Mo murmured, and continued: "Master Bitter Wisdom should have stayed from that battle back then, but that battle has already passed, why does the master continue to stay here?"

"The reason why the poor monk stays here is actually the same as that of the benefactor." Ku Zhi said.

"This……"

Dongfang Mo took a breath.

"Just because the poor monk can't step out of this place."

The next moment, Ku Zhi uttered a sentence that made his mind sink to the bottom.

"Master Kuzhi is really good at joking. With the master's supernatural powers, in the eyes of this junior, how can this lake of evil energy trap you? Naturally, you can come and go freely." Dongfang Mo said tentatively.

"The injury the poor monk suffered back then almost killed his old life. If he could step out, why would he just sit here and wait to die?"

Hearing this, Dongfang Mo finally stopped talking.

For some reason, he suddenly recalled the current scene, which was almost the same as when he met Dharma King Jinglian back then. He was trapped in a desperate situation, met a monk, and then sought a way out from him.It's just that this time his luck doesn't seem to be as good as it was back then.

Not long after, Dongfang Mo seemed to think of something, looked at Ku Zhi in front of him and said, "Dare to ask, did Master Ku Zhi specially lure this junior here before?"

"Exactly." Ku Zhi said.

"Then I don't know why the master brought the junior here!"

"You and I are both degenerates in the world. Since we can't get out, the poor monk naturally wants to talk to the benefactor. It's good to have a companion for the countless years of silence."

Dongfang Mo frowned. For some reason, he always felt that the way the person in front of him spoke was a little different from that of ordinary monks, and he did not feel the Buddha nature from this person.

In this regard, he guessed that it might be that after countless years of erosion by evil spirits, the brilliance of Buddha nature on this person was wiped out.

He once read in the classics that when a person in the Buddhist sect reaches a certain extremely high level of cultivation, the bones all over his body will show a kind of golden color, which is sacred and inviolable. Overwhelming restraint.

The monk in front of him is undoubtedly that kind of person, but the golden bones of this person's body have been almost corroded by evil spirits.

"Although it's the first time for you and me to meet each other, the poor monk can see that the almsgiver has a predestined relationship with my Buddha!" ​​At this moment, Ku Zhi said something that moved Dongfang Mo a little.

His practice in this life is indeed inextricably linked with the monk, or the Buddha in this person's mouth.Now, not only is he practicing the Buddhist technique of Iron Head Kungfu, but he also has a lotus in his body.

"Since there is a predestined relationship with my Buddha, the almsgiver might as well sit down and have a good talk with the poor monk." Ku Zhi said again.

Dongfang Mo didn't answer this for a while, because he couldn't let go of his guard against this person in such a short period of time.

Perhaps seeing his worry, Kuzhi continued to speak at this time: "Don't worry, the benefactor, the poor monk now only has a wisp of remnant soul left, and there is no mana in his body, otherwise it would be impossible to use the many spirits here. The obsession, the condensed fish, attracted you, if the poor monk can still show half of his strength, and if he has malicious intentions towards you, he would have attacked you long ago, why bother to play these tricks around the bush."

Dongfang Mo thought over his words again and found that what this person said was indeed reasonable. If this bitter wisdom really had the ability, it would be impossible for him to stay at the bottom of this dark and evil lake.

So he flicked Fuchen to his shoulder, then stepped forward, and then sat cross-legged at the position three feet in front of Kuzhi, and the two looked at each other.

Regarding Dongfang Mo deliberately keeping a distance from him, Kuzhi's empty eye sockets looked over, but because he only had a skeleton left, he couldn't see any emotional fluctuations.

After Dongfang Mo sat down, the voice of bitter wisdom continued to sound in Dongfang Mo's mind.

"Because the poor monk has been trapped here for too long, and now that the remnant soul is about to dissipate, it is inevitable that he will talk too much. I hope the benefactor will not want to make jokes."

From this person's voice, Dongfang Mo did hear a sense of weakness, and he shook his head and said: "Master Kuzhi is really polite, you and I are trapped here together, it can also be said to be a kind of Fate is."

"Hahaha, the word fate is used well." Hearing this, Kuzhi laughed heartily, and said, "This is indeed a kind of fate."

Dongfang Mo didn't know why this person laughed, but he still waited for Kuzhi to continue.

"To be honest, if you don't meet a benefactor, at most a hundred years, the poor monk will be completely resigned. At that time, ashes return to ashes, dust returns to dust, and ten thousand years of practice will be in vain. I can't change the ending of the poor monk. But what the poor monk wants to say is that since the donor has a predestined relationship with my Buddha and even more so with the poor monk, the poor monk will give you a fortune."

"Send me a fortune?" Dongfang Mo looked at this person with a strange expression.

"Not bad!" Ku Zhi nodded.

"I don't know what fortune Master Kuzhi wants to give this junior." Dongfang Mo asked.

"Enter my Buddhist gate!" Ku Zhi spat out four words.

"Entering Buddhism?" Dongfang Mo looked at this person in astonishment, then he shook his head and said, "I'm afraid I won't be able to convert to Buddhism if my six faculties are not clean. And if I'm trapped here tonight, what's the point if I can't enter Buddhism. "

"The benefactor doesn't need to refuse in such a hurry. The poor monk has a Buddhist scripture here. I hope the benefactor can listen to the poor monk recite it quietly. Then it will not be too late to make a decision." Ku Zhi said.

"Dare to ask Master Kuzhi, what scripture is that?" Dongfang Mo was puzzled.

"It's just an ordinary scripture, I hope the benefactor will listen to it."

"That...well then!" Dongfang Mo finally nodded.

Then, as expected, the sound of reciting an obscure scripture sounded in his mind.

"At that time Subhuti spoke to the Buddha. World Honored One, a good man, a good woman. Send out the mind of anuttara-samyak-sambodhi. How should you live? How can you subdue his heart? The Buddha told Subhuti. Good man, good woman. Send out Anuttara-samyak-sambodhi mind. I should have such a mind. I should destroy all sentient beings. All sentient beings have been destroyed..."

What is surprising is that at the moment when the scriptures sounded, the golden light on Dongfang Mo's head rose sharply, and the Iron Head Kung Fu started to operate by itself.

But this time, every word that composes these scriptures has turned into exquisite runes. The runes ignored the golden light on his head and directly sank into his sea of ​​consciousness. .

"Well!"

Not only that, at the moment when the sound of scriptures entered his sea of ​​consciousness, Dongfang Mo let out a muffled groan, feeling like his head was about to burst, and his head was about to explode.

"Shh!"

He raised his head abruptly, with a grinning expression on his face.

At this time, he was shocked to find that the bitter wisdom in front of him had changed his appearance.

It turned into a monkey with sharp mouth monkey cheeks and black hair all over its body.

Not only that, a silver iron chain was bound on each of the monkey's hands and legs, and the iron chain shot out from four directions and sank into both sides.

Dongfang Mo looked along the iron chain, and found that the other end of the silver iron chain was connected to a thick stone pillar two by two.

The left hand and left foot connect the upper and lower ends of the left stone pillar.The right hand and right foot are connected to the upper and lower ends of the right stone pillar.

Those two stone pillars, which could only be hugged by several people, were hidden in the darkness, so he didn't notice them before.

Seeing this scene, Dongfang Mo couldn't be more shocked, because he had clearly seen this scene before.

When he opened the last floor of the Blood Demon Palace in the land of the blood clan, he had seen a huge monkey imprisoned by the same posture, the same chain, and the same stone pillar.

That monkey was named Kuzang back then.

The current monkey is named Kuzhi.He couldn't help but wonder if there was any connection between the two.

Just when he thought of this, the next moment Dongfang Mo's mind was pulled back by a monstrous devilish energy erupting from Kuzhi's body. The surging devilish energy exploded, almost making him unable to breathe.

Immediately afterwards, Kuzhi showed his white teeth and scarlet gums, and grinned at him.

"Come!"

Then spit out a word from its mouth.

Strangely, the moment the word fell, the severe pain in Dongfang Mo's mind disappeared instantly.Then he subconsciously stood up and walked towards Kuzhi with a dull expression.

Seeing this scene, the smile on the corner of Kuzhi's mouth became even wider, giving people a sense of eerie.

(End of this chapter)