mad fairy

Chapter 43

at the same time.

On the top of Guyang Mountain, at the entrance of the 'Ancient Immortal Ruins'.

Seeing that people around had entered the ruins one after another, the big Buddhist monk who led the team said with a smile, "It's almost time. I'll go back to Ancient Yang City first, and the ancient Buddha in the ruins, I'll trouble you. "

"Amitabha!"

The monk known as 'Xu Huan' performed a Buddha ceremony, and then smiled and said: "Don't worry, brother, I will definitely bring out that ancient Buddha."

"Amitabha, take care!" The monk leading the team returned to pay respects to the Buddha, and then led nearly half of the monks in the team towards Guyang City.

The rest will follow the void and enter the 'Ancient Immortal Ruins'.
...

The ruins of the ancient immortals, in the unknown hall.

Not long after he survived and entered the ruins, he saw Le Zheng Xunyi and his younger junior sister Meng Qingyao appearing in the hall.

Le Zhengxun looked around and asked doubtfully, "Huh? What about those people who went in before us?"

Survival did not speak, just staring at the wall in the hall.

After a long time, he frowned and said, "Looking for a friend, look at the murals on the wall, it seems a bit weird!"

Le Zhengxun heard the sound and looked around.

He said with surprise on his face: "It seems to be true!"

There are more than a dozen murals of unknown meaning hanging in this hall, most of which are portraits of women, or gold and silver treasures.

The women in the murals are all only [-] years old, and all of them are stunning.

Although they are only people in the painting, upon closer inspection, they are no different from real living people.
As for those murals with gold and silver treasures, the contents are all extravagant.

Houses, carriages, servants, jewels.
All the wealth and honor that can be imagined in the world can be said to be found in the murals.

Not only that.

When Survival and the others observed carefully, they could also find the figure of a monk who entered the ruins one step earlier from the murals.

These monks seem to be 'sucked' in by the murals
Like one of the murals with portraits of women.

In that painting, besides a beautiful woman, there are three other monks fighting with swords beside her.

When they made their moves, they were all fierce and decisive, as if they were no longer facing old friends, but sworn enemies with unshakable hatred.

Another example is another painting with gold and silver treasures, murals of houses, chariots and servants.

In the mural, a monk from Beixian Mountain is standing with a sword, and beside him, there are five fellow disciples lying in a pool of blood.

Obviously, these six people have just experienced a fierce fight.

And the final winner was the sword-wielding monk.

After the victorious monk killed his fellow disciples, he took possession of the gold and silver treasures in the painting, the mansion, carriages and servants, and lived a life of luxury ever since.

One day, two days.

in the hall.

Survival and Le Zhengxun just looked at it for a while, and nearly a month has passed in the mural
Seeing this vision, Le Zhengxun was startled and said, "The flow of time in that mural seems to be much faster than reality!"

"Amitabha!"

As soon as Le Zhengxun finished speaking, he saw great Buddhist monks appearing in the main hall one after another.

The leading monk sang a Buddhist name and explained to Chenghuo and others: "When people are greedy for pleasure, they feel that time passes very quickly."

"This is true in reality, and it is no exception in murals."

As the monk said, he also looked into the mural.

——As the life of the monks in the murals became more and more extravagant, the time flow of the murals gradually became faster and faster.

In the blink of an eye, the cultivator from Beixian Mountain had unknowingly entered his old age.

He grew a beard, and his appearance became old, as if he had passed his sixtieth year.

Monks tend to live longer than mortals.

And the monks in the late stage of tire construction have a life span of nearly 200 years.

When the monk of Beixianshan did not enter the mural, he was only about 50 to [-] years old, and he was in his prime.

But after entering the mural, in an instant, he became a 60-year-old old man.

This person has wasted a hundred years in the murals with nothing.
In this way, nearly a stick of incense passed.

Finally, the monk in the mural suddenly realized something.

At this moment, the flow of time in the mural suddenly slowed down.

As if waking up from a big dream, the monk looked up at the sky amidst the murals, with tears in the corners of his eyes
Accompanied by a flash of white light, the monk from Beixian Mountain, who was already covered in white hair, broke away from the mural.

He looked around, looked at Shenghuo and the others in the hall, with a look of vicissitudes in his eyes: "You are..."

"Amitabha!"

In the team of great Buddhist monks.

The leading monk shook his head and sighed: "Huangliang has a dream, life is suitable, and it is the same. The benefactors have put down, don't they react?"

The monk's words shocked the monk from Beixian Mountain, and he quickly understood what was going on.

Thinking of killing his former fellow disciples because of his greed for pleasure, and wasting a hundred years for nothing in an instant, he couldn't help but knelt down on the ground and burst into tears.

The monks from Beixian Mountain were not the only ones who wasted half of their lives in the murals.

The mural with the portrait of a woman, the beauties in it seem to be endless, and can satisfy all the aesthetics and desires of entering monks.

The monks trapped in it have more than once made up their minds to exercise restraint.

But helplessly, there are too many beauties in the murals. If you can't pamper them one by one, you will feel restless in your heart.

Under the sensuality, these people's bodies are getting worse day by day.

After more than ten years passed, they had gray hair all over their heads, their bodies were emaciated, and they were useless.

After being unable to have intercourse, the desire subsided, and people naturally came to their senses.

In this way, many monks who were trapped in the murals of portraits of women also escaped one after another.

Due to lack of restraint, most of these monks have become crippled, with only [-] to [-]% of their strength left.

Of course.

In addition to these people, there are also some people who are determined to seek Tao in the murals, and they escaped from the murals in only a few months, or even a few days.

These people are relatively less affected.

Shocked, some monks couldn't help but ask: "Everyone, what's the matter with the murals in this hall?"

"The relics here are actually not 'remains of ancient immortals', but 'remains of ancient Buddha'."

The big Buddhist monk who led the team explained: "The main hall where the benefactors are located is actually an 'ancient Buddha hall', and the murals in this main hall are the tests that those who enter the hall must undergo."

"Only those who can let go of the world's glory, wealth, power and wealth are eligible to enter the deeper part of the 'Ancient Buddha Hall'."

among the crowd.

Hearing the monk's explanation, some monks were dissatisfied and said, "You monks of the Great Buddhism, don't you keep saying that you want to save all living beings?"

"Since you know that there is a 'test' in the Buddha Hall, why do you want to be the last to enter the Buddha Hall, and let those of us who entered first block the knife for you?"

"It stands to reason that as Buddhist cultivators, you should be able to pass the test more easily, right?"

"Amitabha!" The monk in charge said in a helpless tone, "This matter is indeed wrong with our great Buddhism."

"However, we have more important things to do when we come to the Buddha Hall this time, so we can't lose too many people here."

"It is impossible to let all the benefactors block this catastrophe for us, and I hope all the benefactors will be happy."

(End of this chapter)