Shura Temple

Chapter 367 You are not strong enough

The next moment, a pair of runes appeared on Zhou Yi's forehead, which was exactly the pattern on Shura's eyes. This pair of runes was moving down continuously, and was about to approach Zhou Yi's eyes, trying to overlap with Zhou Yi's eyes.

However, because Zhou Yi's body was still ringing the bell subconsciously, every time the bell rang, the pair of rune eyes would tremble, preventing them from overlapping with Zhou Yi's eyes.

In Zhou Yi's eyes, he couldn't see all of this. He only saw that in the blood moon, the world became different. The famous mountains and great rivers instantly became larger, filled with blood, and everything became unusual.

Even, Zhou Yi saw the picture of himself stepping on the whole world under his feet, but it disappeared in a flash, and he collapsed directly. He didn't know if it was him in the picture that collapsed, or the world he was in collapsed.

Seeing this, Zhou Yi's head suddenly hurt, his body couldn't support anymore, and he fell to the ground directly under the sound of the bell.

"Ah!" Zhou Yi roared in pain, his body trembling and twitching.

The moment Zhou Yi fell, the old monk appeared again, supported Zhou Yi, and put him under the bell. Immediately, the old monk took the bell and pestle, continued to ring the bell, and sat cross-legged, chanting scriptures.

"I didn't expect it to have eroded to this extent. Fortunately, today came. If it was a day later, no, half a day, it would be hopeless!" The old monk sighed in his heart, and his eyes began to become serious.

"Asura Eye really deserves its reputation, and I don't know if I'll fight for a future for you all my life!" The old monk looked at Zhou Yi, and the scriptures in his mouth continued to materialize, and finally poured into Zhou Yi's body. With the help of the bell, the runes of the Shura eyes were imprisoned.

Just like that, the old monk read the scriptures all night, and Zhou Yi calmed down a lot. He lay quietly on the ground, surrounded by Buddha light, purifying abnormalities in Zhou Yi's body.

On the contrary, the old monk looked much older and haggard.

Zhou Yi was meditating and laying down all night, and the time passed like this.

When Zhou Yi opened his eyes again, it was already the first sun shining on Gaolin. His body felt extremely sore, but his eyes were clear. All the negative emotions dissipated during this period, making him feel relaxed.

Although he didn't know how long he had been asleep, he felt it was worth it. When he got up, he saw the old monk sitting beside him, and he fell asleep at some point.

Even when he fell asleep, the old monk was still holding the bell and pestle, just like before going to bed, without any change.

"Old monk! What's going on here? Why did I fall asleep?" Zhou Yi was puzzled and asked softly.

"Amitabha, benefactor, you are awake." The old monk replied directly, as if he was not asleep at all. At this moment, the old monk opened his eyes, and his eyes were still clear. Although he was a little haggard, Zhou Yi didn't see it at all.

"How long have I been asleep?" Zhou Yi asked suspiciously.

"Amitabha, soon, all night." The old monk replied.

"All night?" Zhou Yi heard that, fortunately, he didn't sleep for long.

"Hey, where is my friend?" Zhou Yi looked around, but he didn't see His Holiness.

"He is currently copying the scriptures. Your current situation is not optimistic. You should care about yourself." The old monk said.

"I can't be optimistic about myself? I'm in a good state now, I'm fine." Zhou Yi looked at himself and replied directly.

"Amitabha, very good? Then do you still remember what you saw before you fell into a coma?" The old monk recited the Buddha's name slowly and said.

"This..." Zhou Yi calmed down and thought about it carefully, and suddenly remembered the scene he saw, the blood moon, the famous mountains and rivers, the crumbling world, the person who looked like himself...

"What... what's going on?" Zhou Yi recalled, his scalp went numb and he felt uneasy.

So, Zhou Yi told the old monk everything he saw. After all, he felt that the old monk was indeed helping him in his current state, so he didn't hide anything.

"The benefactor will naturally know about these things in the future. When the time comes, the benefactor will come to me again, and I will tell the benefactor everything. Before that, you are not ready, unless you are ready for everything. "The old monk said again, this time with a more solemn tone.

"The time hasn't come yet? Then when will the time come? Didn't prepare well? What preparations should I make? Is what I saw true? Tell me immediately what's going on!" Zhou Yiyi Listen, I was a little anxious and asked in a hurry.

For Zhou Yi, all uncontrollable things made him feel uncomfortable, and he had to control everything.

"The benefactor is not ready. When you feel that you are ready, I will naturally tell you. If that time comes, I will tell you whether you are ready or not." The old monk said again.

Zhou Yi doesn't like this kind of people who beat around the bush, so let's talk about everything, isn't it good?Simple, direct, happy, and solve problems in a timely manner.

"Where am I not ready? What preparations do I need to make?" Zhou Yi raised his eyebrows and asked dissatisfied.

"Amitabha, the strength of the benefactor is not enough." The old monk shook his head lightly and said, "If the benefactor is strong enough, I am afraid that what he saw last night may not only be that thing, but also see other things."

"As for the future, there is no time for you to prepare any more. You have to face everything directly. Therefore, telling you when the time comes is the most helpless choice." The old monk explained again.

Zhou Yi's face became more and more gloomy. What does it mean that he is not strong enough? His strength is among the best in the whole world, and there are very few people who can beat him!Such strength?Why not enough?
"What's wrong with my strength? Tell me!" Zhou Yi asked, unwilling to accept the answer.

"Amitabha, since the benefactor thinks that the benefactor is strong enough, then the benefactor might as well give it a try." The old monk said lightly.

"Oh, how do you try?" Zhou Yi became interested. He wanted to let the old monk know that his strength should not be underestimated!

I saw the old monk waved his hand casually, and a fallen leaf fell into the palm of the old monk. The old monk stretched out his hand in front of Zhou Yi, and said unhurriedly: "Amitabha, as long as the benefactor takes this leaf from my hand, the benefactor's strength has been achieved."

"What? It's so simple?" Zhou Yi was taken aback, a little unbelievable.

Immediately, there was a feeling of being underestimated in his heart again, which made Zhou Yi very unhappy, and he stretched out his hand directly, ready to take the leaf away easily, and let the old monk slap his face!
Just when Zhou Yi was secretly delighted, he suddenly grabbed the leaf, but the old monk didn't seem to be able to react, so he just opened his hand and let Zhou Yi take it.

(End of this chapter)