Zongwu: fortune-telling with luck, the beginning is Xiongba's orders

Chapter 291 The old monk ordained!

No one thought that Zhuiming, Iron Hand and Wuqing were holding hands, and two of them were completely outside, and they disappeared in an instant!
This greatly exceeded everyone's expectations, and everyone couldn't help but exclaimed again!
"How could this be?"

Gentle look shocked.

She is really scared now, it's all too scary!

Wen Wan reached out and patted Gentle's shoulder in a timely manner, and said, "Don't worry, Dad is here."

Wen Rou raised her head and glanced at Wen Wan beside her, and then she felt a little more at ease in her heart.

Xiao Feng raised his hand suddenly, shouted loudly, and clapped out a pair of iron palms!
"Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms!"

Hey!
Accompanied by the earth-shattering sound of dragon chant, surging palm power gushed out from Xiao Feng's palm, turning into a giant dragon and rushing towards the yard in front of him.

However, this powerful palm hit the courtyard as if it had hit the air, without any collision or fluctuation, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if nothing had happened.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Feng said in a deep voice: "This formation can not only eat people, it can even resist attacks!"

Huo Yin was not surprised to hear what the sweeping monk said.

Now that the demon seed has broken out of the ground, it's time to cause such an uproar!

The sweeping monk saw that Huo Yin was so calm, but a look of unwillingness and resentment suddenly appeared on his face.

……

And at the same time that the sweeping monk sat down, a lotus platform slowly emerged from under him.

In front of the big man, there are hundreds of similar people.

He was condescending, looking at the empty Shaolin Temple, his face could not help showing a touch of surprise.

They also lost their freedom, but when they saw Huo Yin walking slowly, their eyes burst out with strong hope!
Huo Yin looked at the scene in front of him, his eyes fell on the old monk, seeing the compassionate expression on the old monk's face, he could not help but sigh softly.

Except for the color, this lotus stand is almost exactly the same as Huo Yin's lotus stand.

The sweeping monk faced Huo Yin, looked at the lotus platform under Huo Yin's feet, and narrowed his eyes slightly as if being stung.

"Master, you are fascinated again."

After waiting and watching for a while, Huo Yin no longer hesitated, went straight down, and broke into the "Shaolin Temple".

Wash messy clothes.

The old monk who was about to shave a middle-aged man heard Huo Yin's words, his hands stopped, and he slowly raised his head and looked at Huo Yin.

Practicing and chanting.

Huo Yin pursed his lips and said, "I would like to hear more about it."

at dawn.

The sun shines all over the earth, and the solemn bell resounds in every corner of Shaolin Temple.

And behind the big man, there are hundreds of people "waiting silently" to be ordained by the old monk!
And the four famous arresters, Xiao Feng, Tianshan Child Elder and Li Qiushui are at the back of the line.

Huo Yin was very curious whose obsession it was that could be so strong that it could cover the entire Shaolin Temple with a radius of over a hundred acres.

The backyard of Shaolin Temple is an extremely wide square built against the mountain. At this moment, the square is densely packed with people.

After a moment of observation, Huo Yin discovered that these monks were not dead, but their own will and soul were suppressed to the deepest layer of the body by this terrifying obsession.

And in the process, the fear in the big man's eyes became less and less, until he became cold and numb, just like the monks outside, he became a puppet whose will and soul were completely suppressed!
"Buddha is a destined person."

While speaking, he ruthlessly manipulated the mechanism of the wheelchair and fell into the yard.

Everyone didn't have time to react, and disappeared from the spot in the blink of an eye!

"Is this... an obsession?"

It's just that this lotus platform is not blue, but black and purple!

Each of them is expressionless, looking sluggish and numb, as if they have no thoughts and souls of their own, and are just puppets who act according to the instructions of their masters.

"The poor monk thinks that no matter it is talent, talent or understanding, he is not weaker than others in all aspects, but why can the benefactor Huo become an immortal, so that the benefactor can shatter the void, but the poor monk has to sit in the scripture pavilion and do this? mortal?"

Huo Yin stood in the middle of the courtyard, looking at the monks who were busy inside and out.

After seeing Huo Yin's face clearly, the old monk clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, it turns out to be the benefactor Huo. I haven't seen you for ten years. The benefactor Huo still looks the same."

Among the temples, the Buddhist halls are resplendent and magnificent, the roofs are shrouded in pale golden clouds, and the Buddha's light shines everywhere.

"Buddha is a destined person."

And it is the master of this obsession that caused Shaolin Temple to turn into such a bleak scene.

The old monk sighed, and the big man got up and walked to the side in a numb manner, picked out a set of monk clothes from the neatly piled clothes and changed into it, and then walked towards the front yard.

The melodious and deep voices of chanting sutras and chanting Buddha came from all directions, and the scent of aromatherapy also made people calm down involuntarily, forgetting the troubles in their hearts.

Looking at the razor in the old monk's hand, he wanted to shake his head, shout, and vent his inner despair, but he couldn't do any of these things.

It turned out that the old monk who was talking to Huo Yin was none other than the famous sweeping monk of Shaolin Temple!
Ten years ago, Huo Yin had a long talk with the sweeping monk, thinking that the sweeping monk had let go of his obsession.

With a compassionate face, the old monk raised the razor in his hand, and slowly shaved off all the hair on the top of the big man’s head bit by bit, and also shaved off all the beard on the big man. Soon the rough big man became "round and smooth." "stand up.

The sweeping monk put down the razor in his hand, walked slowly in front of Huo Yin, and sat down cross-legged.

when.

Huo Yin descended slowly in front of Shaolin Temple.

puff.

Clean up the fallen leaves on the ground.

These people wore all kinds of strong clothes, some were holding swords, some were holding folding fans and short soldiers, and naturally some were empty-handed. They came from sect families of the Great Song Jianghu, or they were idle savages.

The sweeping monk looked at Huo Yin who was sitting in front of him, and said in a complicated tone: "Ten years ago, the poor monk listened to the words of the benefactor Huo, and thought that he was so enlightened that he could practice Buddhism with peace of mind and wait for fate. But not long ago, an accidental The poor monk's heart was disturbed by the news he heard."

Around Shaolin Temple, as if no one had ever appeared before, the previous tranquility was restored.

I saw a bearded man in hard clothes with a terrified expression, but he couldn't help but come to an old monk in gray clothes involuntarily.

Monks in well-fitting gray robes shuttled through the courtyards in an orderly manner.

Everyone saw that Wuqing was going to enter it to find the Iron Hands and others, and was trying to dissuade Wuqing, when ripples of water almost appeared around everyone!

"Alive."

Thinking of this, Huo Yin stopped paying attention to these puppet monks, and instead walked slowly towards the depths of Shaolin Temple.

If you only look at the appearance in front of you, I am afraid that everyone will think that this is a sacred place of Buddhism, majestic, dignified and majestic.

……

Huo Yin stepped forward step by step, towards the backyard of Shaolin Temple. In his spiritual perception, there were many familiar figures there.

Others can leave, but his three juniors are all trapped in it, so he can't leave alone no matter what.

Speaking of this, the sweeping monk paused for a while, then took a deep look at Huo Yin, and said, "The supreme master ordered Donglai, but he has already shattered the void and flew away."

From today's perspective, the sweeping monk didn't really let go of it at the beginning, but turned this obsession into a demon seed and buried it deeply.

Some of them came here after receiving invitations from Shaolin Temple, some came here out of curiosity, but no matter what their reasons were, they could not escape the fate of being suppressed will and soul and becoming puppets.

Because this is what the sweeping monk imitated Huo Yin's lotus platform, he didn't want to lower Huo Yin's head, he wanted to be equal to Huo Yin!
Huo Yin didn't care, and sat down casually.

All the monks in the entire Shaolin Temple are like a piece of tightly fitting parts, maintaining the operation of the precision machine of the Shaolin Temple, no one is redundant and can be ignored.

Very busy, but also very fulfilling.

This also made Huo Yin unavoidably curious, what happened to the sweeping monk to make this monster break out of the ground?

Huo Yin's spiritual consciousness is already extremely powerful, and he can clearly perceive that at this moment, the entire Shaolin Temple is completely shrouded in an extremely terrifying obsession.

If no one breaks this obsession, then these people's will and soul will never be able to break through the suppression of this obsession, and they will always be obedient puppets.

Huo Yin took two steps forward, and said in a somewhat complicated tone: "I never thought that the master who was no longer attached to him ten years ago would fall into obsession again. Why bother?"

With Ling Donglai's talent and talent, breaking the void is a matter of time.

But what Huo Yin saw was not only the appearance, but also the essence hidden under the appearance!
Dilapidated eaves, gloomy Buddha statues, fallen leaves and dust all over the ground, the once majestic Shaolin Temple, in Huo Yin's eyes, is as desolate as an abandoned temple among the mountains, so desolate that no one cares about it.

A loud chant sounded above the square.

He looked up at the sky, let out a long sigh, and said, "As Qinglian Xianjun, Huo is an immortal, how can he understand the helplessness of mortals?"

Those who disappeared after entering the Shaolin Temple and never appeared again are not so much entering the Shaolin Temple as entering another world created by this extremely terrifying obsession.

The big man knelt down in front of the old monk.

Wuqing took a deep look ahead, and said: "This place is dangerous, don't trespass, everyone, don't try it again, let's go."

"Don't poor monks have the qualifications to be a Bodhisattva and become a Vajra?"

A few years ago, when Huo Yin's name Qinglian Xianjun came out, the sweeping monk just sighed when he heard about it, thinking that such a genius as Huo Yin is rare in the world, and becoming a fairy is something that should be done, and he can't envy or learn from it.

But when the news of Ling Donglai shattering the void came, the sweeping monk felt a little uncomfortable.

Since someone in this world can become a fairy and someone can shatter the void, why can't this "someone" be him!

(End of this chapter)