I am cultivating an immortal in the game arena

Chapter 415 Return
The catastrophe was about to end, and Zhang Jun felt his whole body relax.

It's a pity that he hasn't been able to formally pay homage to the master of the Wusheng Sect. After the master's ultimate sublimation, his physical body finally couldn't hold on, and gradually turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared in the air. No trace.

At the same time, on the Blood Satellite River Boat, Lao Zhao and the other four elders also collapsed on the ground, their faces turning pale.

Zhang Jun rushed back immediately, took the broken bell and landed it on the deck of the Blood Satellite River Boat. He quickly took out the elixir and gave it to Lao Zhao and the four of them.

It's just that Lao Zhao and the others used the Dafa of Demonic Mind Freedom to put together their lifelong skills and force the master to sublime, but their own bodies were already exhausted.

If they were ordinary people, they might still have a glimmer of hope, but they were already old and lacked vitality, and now they were unable to save themselves.

Before the elixir could enter, Wu Mingtong and others had already closed their eyes.

Only Lao Zhao still managed to hold on for a breath, stretched out his hand to hold Zhang Jun's arm, and opened his eyes wide, trying to get a clear look at the kid in front of him.

I vaguely remembered how this brat had tricked me, causing me to be beaten to pieces by the Beast King. The two people who were supposed to be mortal enemies slowly changed their attitudes later on, and were even willing to support this brat step by step. Zhao's face felt extremely light for a moment. Maybe he had never done anything good in his life, but perhaps the most correct thing he had done was this.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but when he reached his mouth, he lost the energy. He just turned around and glanced at the disciples under his sect. In the end, he only had one sentence left: "Keep our home safe and protect our roots." ah."

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes turned red.

Zhang Jun took a deep breath and tried to inject his true energy into Lao Zhao's body to prolong his life, but Lao Zhao pushed him away.

"Don't waste it. I'm tired and can't hold on anymore." Old Zhao took a deep breath and looked sideways at the three old brothers Wu Mingtong. But when he saw that the three of them had already left one step ahead of him, Old Zhao was like As if he had lost all support, he exhaled in one breath, and his eyes gradually began to darken.

Zhang Jun sighed helplessly and closed Lao Zhao's eyes.

"Elder, what should we do now?" A disciple stepped forward and asked Zhang Jun.

Currently, Zhang Jun is the only great elder in the Wusheng Sect with the highest level of cultivation.

As for the other elders, they had already lost their sense of proportion in panic.

The only elder who can calm down is Chu Taiji on the blood satellite river boat. However, everyone knows that Chu Taiji has long been a useless person, and he is only an honorary elder, not an important figure.

So if nothing unexpected happens, it is not an exaggeration to say that Zhang Jun is the new head of the Wusheng Sect.

Zhang Jun looked back at the surroundings. The originally bright and bustling arena was now filled with smoke. It was too miserable to look at, and he suddenly felt guilty in his heart.

After this battle, I am afraid that the competitive world will not be able to recover for a hundred years or even hundreds of years.

The huge Wushengmen station has also been completely destroyed.

Everything is in ruins.

But fortunately, the main body of the arena is still there. This world has not completely collapsed, and everything is in ruins. But as long as I am here, I can continuously draw from reality.

However, before Zhang Jun could breathe out, he saw a burst of chanting coming from the direction of the Golden Buddha Temple in the distance.

Although the sound was not loud, it clearly penetrated the fatigue and heaviness on the battlefield, like the sound of bells in the morning light, giving people hope and peace.

Zhang Jun's heart moved. He knew that this chanter was extraordinary, but he was surprised that there was such a master in Buddhism who was not affected by the three tribulations of Moko.

In confusion, I saw a golden light slowly coming out of the gate of the Golden Buddha Temple.

Zhang Jun took a closer look and almost bit his tongue.

I saw a big dog with golden fur, carrying a little monk on his back, slowly walking out of the gate of the Golden Buddha Temple.

Take a closer look, isn't this Da Fei's stupid dog?

I originally wanted to take this silly dog ​​with me, but I couldn't find him when I set out. Unexpectedly, it ended up at the Golden Buddha Temple?
"No, this is not that stupid dog!"

At this time, Xue Haitang suddenly became alert and reminded him.

Zhang Jun frowned and stared at Da Fei carefully. As expected, the more he looked at it, the more he felt that the silly dog ​​in front of him seemed a little different from before.

Those clear eyes were not as 'smart' as Da Fei's usual self. What made him feel even more strange was the little monk in Da Fei's body.

I saw the little monk sitting cross-legged on Da Fei's back, with his hands clasped together and his eyes slightly lowered, looking like he was sleeping but not asleep, but not awake.

One person and one dog slowly walked out of the Golden Buddha Temple, and the ground beneath their feet was dyed with a faint golden light.

Under the Buddha's light, those remains seemed to be soothed, and their souls were redeemed.

Zhang Jun's expression had to become serious now. Da Fei and the young monk seemed to have been affected by Moko's three tribulations, and they had no cultivation at all.

But the Dharma behind him is not affected by his realm at all. This can only mean one thing. The other party has become enlightened, and he is taking the path of enlightenment. He is not affected by his cultivation. He can only rely on his own understanding of the Dharma. I've already crossed that threshold.

An enlightened practitioner of Buddhism, such a Bodhisattva, walked out at this moment. Zhang Jun didn't know what medicine he was selling.

In a moment, one person and one dog were already in mid-air.

I saw the young monk clasping his hands together and standing in the Buddha's light, just like a Buddha who had attained enlightenment. The Buddha's light shines in the heaven and earth.

But Zhang Jun could see clearly that this young monk had no cultivation and had lost all his spirituality. It was more like a force forcibly blessing the young monk.

In other words, this little monk is just a temporarily borrowed puppet body.

Seeing this, Zhang Jun frowned and stepped forward.

However, before he could speak, the young monk looked up at Zhang Jun with a smile on his face and clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, two donors, the young monk is polite."

Zhang Jun was immediately shocked when he heard this, and asked with a smile: "The great monk is wrong, I am just one person, where did the two come from?"

"Hahahahaha, the donor and his wife are of the same body, and their love is stronger than gold, which makes others envious."

The little monk raised his head and laughed.

But these words shocked Zhang Jun. He didn't expect that the other party could detect the existence of Xue Haitang.

But at this moment, the young monk suddenly changed his voice: "It's a pity that after today, the two of you will be separated."

"What do you mean!"

Zhang Jun's face suddenly turned cold, and the Biluo Sword appeared in Zhang Jun's hand at some point.

"Amitabha, can we take a moment to chat?"

The young monk motioned to Zhang Jun to accompany him to the east.

Zhang Jun hesitated for a moment, but seeing that this guy didn't mean any harm, he nodded and walked out with him.

"Elder!"

When everyone saw this, they were worried that the monk would be harmful to Zhang Jun, and they all warned: "Be careful with this monk. If he does something wrong, just retreat and leave the rest to us!"

As the disciples spoke, they all aimed the muzzles of the blood satellite river boat at the figure of the young monk.

In response, Zhang Jun just waved his hand, indicating that they didn't need to worry.

Then he followed the little monk to the arena and walked slowly along the auditorium on the edge of the arena.

The arena is already full of devastation.

A bottomless gap opened in the middle of the huge arena.

There were originally twelve hosts, but now only four are left alive. However, what surprised Zhang Jun was that when the four saw the little monk, their expressions changed drastically, and they all knelt on the ground with their hands clasped together. .

This made Zhang Jun even more suspicious of the young monk's identity.

The young monk led Zhang Jun down from the auditorium and went straight to the arena. Ignoring the four hosts lying on the ground, he pointed to the sky above his head and asked Zhang Jun: "Donor, do you know how many years of life there are in this world?"

"According to Buddhist teachings, a world has to go through three kalpas, large, medium and small. One kalpa lasts for thirty-six thousand years, and three kalpas are reincarnated once."

Zhang Jun himself is proficient in Buddhism and naturally knows this statement.

After hearing Zhang Jun's words, the young monk nodded and said: "That's right. In the endless void of the world, the gods will select some of the worlds that have been destroyed as medicine, refine one world into a pill, and then use this pill to repeat the process. One side of the world." Zhang Jun was startled when he heard this, but what the young monk said was beyond his expectations.

Last time in the treasury of the gods of the holy way, he did have insight into this matter, but after the gods made the elixir, they used the elixir to reproduce the results of one world, but he did not know what the gods were doing with one world to make the elixir. Subconsciously I thought it was food.

"What does the great monk mean by telling me this?"

Zhang Jun looked at the little monk on Da Fei's back and asked.

The young monk did not answer, but pointed around and said: "This world is originally a wonderful place. It is a place where the gods use the world as a prison and trap the practitioners of the worlds to clean up the bad karma of the worlds. It was built, but now it has been destroyed, which is a pity.”

After saying that, the young monk looked up at the disappearing black sun. He seemed to have noticed that Zhang Jun was a little impatient, but he still listened patiently, so he smiled and said: "This place has been destroyed and is about to enter." "Death."

Zhang Jun frowned when he heard this: "You mean, the gods are going to use this place to make elixirs?"

Seeing that the young monk didn't speak, Zhang Jun felt heavy in his heart and said coldly: "Since the doom is over, there is still hope for life. Why do you need to make elixirs in such a hurry? I..."

Zhang Jun paused for a moment, then said: "Besides, I have a way to restore life to this world."

There may be no spiritual stones or techniques in the real world, but there is no shortage of supplies at all. I have plenty of ways to get a lot of supplies. As for the population, it is even simpler. Just go to the competitive world and just grab them.

I have a space magic weapon, so it is not a problem to bring at least tens of thousands of people at a time.

It's nothing more than something that I have to work harder on.

It won't take a hundred years at most, it will be enough for this place to regain its vitality, and the rest will just come slowly.

However, the young monk seemed to have seen Zhang Jun's plan, and shook his head and said: "The kalpas are destroyed, the heavens have no form, the Buddha's path is destroyed, and all demons are born. There is naturally a person born in this world, and he is Maitreya!"

Zhang Jun didn't understand what it meant when he heard the words. He just felt that the words were very familiar. In this trance, there was a sudden buzz in his head.

"Mishin!!"

Zhang Jun came back to his senses and saw the little monk looking at him with a smile.

At this moment, Zhang Jun felt that his whole body was cold from head to sole. At this moment, he finally understood what Mi Shen's last words meant.

The cessation of all dharmas is the greatest condition for his coming to the world.

"Amitabha, the gods use the realm as their elixir, and this is the reason for reopening a realm. Otherwise, when all dharma is extinguished, Mi Shen will occupy this realm, and the gods will be helpless at that time."

"Can……"

Zhang Jun turned back and looked in the direction of the Galaxy Blood Guard Boat: "If that's the case, what should they do? Can you send them to other worlds?"

The young monk did not answer Zhang Jun, but just counted the time; "Donor, you are going back soon. After you go back this time, the cause and effect of this world is over. You can return to the source world to practice with peace of mind. With the benefactor's qualifications, it is not difficult to realize enlightenment and ascend. ”

Zhang Jun was really panicking now.

"You mean, I can't come back?"

"If nothing unexpected happens, this world will be closed soon, and the donor will never be able to come back."

"Do not!!"

Zhang Jun roared angrily and erupted with a burst of terrifying spiritual energy fluctuations. His eyes were bloodshot. This was not the result he wanted.

He pointed at the young monk in front of him: "All dharmas have been extinguished, so aren't you still there? Aren't I still there? As long as I am still there, all dharmas will not be extinguished, and Mi Shen will not be able to come!"

"Amitabha, the poor monk is just a remnant soul, attached to the body of this monk and a dog. The same is true for the donor. Your body is not that body. If you are incomplete, how can you talk about the whole Dharma?"

"Is there no other way?"

Zhang Jun didn't give up. It wasn't that he couldn't bear to be here, but he had too many ties here. It would be more uncomfortable for him to leave in such a dejected manner than to kill him.

Geng He Kuai asked him to give up the Blood Begonia, the Wusheng Sect, and even his own cultivation. Zhang Jun asked himself that he couldn't do it.

"The poor monk can still sustain it for twelve hours, which is the next time you open the passage and enter. At that time, the donor can choose whether he comes or goes."

After the young monk finished speaking, he ignored Zhang Jun and motioned to Da Fei, who was sitting down, to lie down on the ground, clasped his hands together, and silently recited the sutra.

The sound was not loud, but in everyone's ears it was like a huge morning bell. After a while, it covered the whole world. Wherever the sound of the sutra passed, the souls of those who died seemed to rest in peace.

However, Zhang Jun knew that since the young monk started chanting sutras, his time had already begun to count down.

He lowered his head, his eyes flickering, as if he was thinking of a way to solve the problem, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't think of how to solve this problem.

"Haitang, you..."

"no!"

Zhang Jun originally wanted to ask Xue Haitang. It seems that whenever he encounters a difficult situation, he can get the answer after asking Xue Haitang, but this time the result given by Xue Haitang is very straightforward.

She was sitting on Jianyi Mountain with a calm expression. She was not surprised by the result. There was no other emotion in her eyes except a bit of reluctance.

"This is a general trend that cannot be reversed without human effort. Mi Shen has already planned this move long ago, or in other words, he has already predicted this result since he seized Zuo Xiantong. It can be changed only by you and me."

Xue Haitang raised his head: "Don't be discouraged. I was originally a demon suppressed by the gods. Who would have thought that I could still live to this day? I have already made a lot of money."

Zhang Jun's eyelids twitched a few times, and he wanted to say something, but there was nothing to say for a moment. Any comfort at this moment seemed hypocritical.

Zhang Jun stood on the dilapidated arena. He could not accept such an ending and could not give up like this.

He turned back to look in the direction of the Blood Satellite River Boat, struggle flashing in his eyes.

"donor!"

At this time, the little monk raised his head: "Go back, you have unfinished business, that is your destiny."

"Destiny?"

Zhang Jun was stunned for a moment, but then he suddenly remembered something and looked sideways at the young monk, but by then the young monk had already entered meditation again.

"Destiny..."

Zhang Jun pondered these two words, his eyes suddenly lit up, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he exclaimed in surprise: "I understand! Thank you, Master."

Zhang Jun cupped his hands towards the young monk, turned around and rushed to the Blood Satellite River Boat. Before anyone could say anything, he ran straight to Chu Taiji who was sitting in the corner.

"Senior, I want to make a fortune."

Chu Taiji looked up at Zhang Jun, nodded, and handed a handful of copper coins to Zhang Jun.

Zhang Jun held the copper coin in both hands, shook it a few times, and threw it on the ground.

"Ding dong ding dong..."

As the copper coins fell to the ground, nine coins lined up in a row, Chu Taiji glanced at the hexagram that fell in front of him, his expression gradually becoming complicated.

He Fan on the side frowned and said: "Fu Gua?"

"Do you need to interpret the hexagram?" Chu Taiji looked at Zhang Jun.

However, after Zhang Jun fiddled with the copper coins at the bottom for a few times, he already had the answer in his heart and just handed it over: "Thank you, senior."

After that, he turned around and walked towards the cabin and said to everyone: "Everyone, please take a rest, but if you see any strange phenomena later, don't hesitate, just rush forward."

Everyone was confused by these words. Before they could ask questions, Zhang Jun had already walked into the cabin and closed the cabin door.

Zhang Jun sat down cross-legged and placed a pile of spiritual stones in front of him.

"Begonia! Wait for me to come back."

As he spoke, Zhang Jun held all these spirit stones in his arms and took a deep breath: "Return!"

(End of this chapter)