Fantasy: At the beginning, the saint girl was tricked into joining the Demon Cult!

Chapter 428
Although there are still many unsolved mysteries;

Although there are still too many questions...

But Jiang Han knew that the most important thing now was to go back, find the master first, and then discuss the blood sect with the master and everyone.

Things are imminent...

When leaving, Fang Han, who had succeeded him as the new king, came to see Jiang Han off in person. At the gate of Maojing, Fang Han stuffed a copper coin into Jiang Han's hand.

Jiang Han was surprised to find that it was a golden astrolabe.

"This is the gold astrolabe my mother used. Its speed is ten times faster than the silver astrolabe. I hope you... don't forget her." Fang Han said, with tears in his eyes.

Jiang Han looked at the golden astrolabe, and suddenly the astrolabe left Jiang Han's palm by itself, and turned into a golden astrolabe with a diameter of two meters not far away, covered with various magnificent gemstones and patterns, Jiang Han Patted Fang Han's shoulder: "Langya Kingdom, it's up to you..."

"Hmm..." Fang Han nodded. Although there was still a lot to say, the two of them bid farewell one after another.

Jiang Han stepped on the golden astrolabe, and sure enough, the flying speed of this magic weapon was very impressive, even faster than the original Heixuan Battleship.

"What did Subhuti think, that Sutuopanna can make this thought, whether I have attained the fruit of Sutuopanna, Subhuti said, it is not the reason why the World-Honored One..."

In the King Kong Temple in Tianquan City, the monks gathered in front of the Daxiong Hall, a total of 72 eminent monks, chanting scriptures around a Buddhist niche.

Master Wugen was on the futon. He kept knocking on the wooden fish, muttering words: "Impassive, sound, fragrance, and touch. It's called Xutuo Huansubhuti. What do you mean? Si Tuohan can make such thoughts..."

However, the sweat on Master Wugen's forehead showed that his current state was not easy, on the contrary, it was very difficult.

Suddenly, the top of the altar began to shake like the lid of a pot of boiling water, and a large amount of black breath gushed out intermittently from inside!

"Monster, the Buddha said to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately, but you refuse to let go of your obsession!" Master Diming yelled, and stomped the ground with the tin stick in his hand.

A Buddha ring erupted from the tin stick, calming the bumpy Buddha top in front of him.

However, Master Diming blushed, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Abbot!" The surrounding monks looked over worriedly.

Master Diming clasped his hands together and sat down cross-legged. The tin rod was hung on his arm, hanging horizontally.

Master Diming shouted angrily: "Continue to chant sutras!"

"What do you think, the Anagamin can do this thought, I have obtained the fruit of the Anagamin, Subhuti said, no, World Honored One, why is the Anagamin called not coming, but in reality everything is coming, that's why it's named Anagain, Subhuti, what do you think..."

The monks continued to do the regular chanting.

However, the altar still couldn't calm down. The things inside tried to get out several times, but they were always suppressed by everyone's Buddhist scriptures...

Suddenly, in the crowd, a monk's body swayed like a maniac, and black air came out of his body. He murmured, "No, don't come here...I'm not a thief, I'm not a thief..."

The young monk remembered that when he was wandering on the street before he escaped into Buddhism, he was taken as a thief and beaten with sticks and was seriously injured.

It turned out that the real thief stuffed the stolen goods in his arms when he fled after a failed steal, and he almost died because of it.

A strange voice came to my ears: "This world is so unfair. Before you escaped into Buddhism, you suffered so much humiliation. Have you really forgiven them?" "No, no... I don't Blame them, I don’t blame them... My Buddha is merciful, my Buddha is merciful!" The little monk sobbed.

Beside the little monk, his senior brother sensed something strange in him, and quickly said, "Senior brother? Junior brother, are you okay..."

But in the ears of the little monk, similar whispers of demons continued to appear.

"You don't blame them? Huh... Then why do you always have the worst nightmare? They hurt a poor child with their own malice, and you are definitely not the first, but now you have to pretend not to see it and pretend to give up? You hate them in your heart, like these heinous people, you don't need to save them, just destroy them..."

"Buddha does not kill...Ami...Amitabha Buddha..." The little monk continued to insist.

But the voice became clearer and clearer: "I saw your heart. At that time, you wished to kill that family, but because you were just a child at that time, if you were given another chance, you would be a man with a lot of ability. The monks, will you really spare them? The Buddha's heart is evil, you are deceiving your heart..."

"I don't accept it!" The little monk suddenly stood up, which also made the three Wugen monks look over.

And the little monk's skin was already dark, his eyes were bloodshot like a ghost from hell, he gritted his teeth, breathing black air all over his body: "Why does Buddhism have to forgive those extremely evil people? Why do you want all four things to be empty?! Why do you have to enter once?" Buddhism is going to give up hatred?! Why!"

He almost roared out, hoarse.

"It's not good, that disciple's Buddha's heart has been messed up!" Wu Gen said.

Wu Nian said Amitabha, flew forward, and grabbed the monk's head with his palm. Wu Nian's body was also perpendicular to the ground, and he muttered: "Shameless devil, hurry up and disperse! Well, well, well! "

As he spoke, a Buddhist seal was struck on the young disciple's head, and the disciple immediately sat on the ground. Although his body was shaking, his emotions had stabilized a lot.

"Hahahaha...you've been fooled!" A wild laugh came from the shrine.

Suddenly, a gap was opened on the top of the Buddha, and a black smoke flew out, wrapping Wu Nian's neck directly.

"Devil Lord, the Buddha told you to think about your mistakes, but you are still determined!" Wugen stepped forward and immediately pushed his hands on the altar.

Wuyu, one of the three eminent monks, also came to the opposite of Wugen, trying to stop the demon from raging through the altar.

Unexpectedly, two streams of black air appeared in the altar again, enveloping Rootless and Desireless.

"Master!" a monk exclaimed.

Master Diming on the high platform scolded angrily: "Go back and recite the Great Compassion Mantra with me!"

However, more black smoke gathered and swam towards Master Diming's futon like long black snakes!
As he spoke, he bit the tip of his tongue, and spurted out a mouthful of golden blood, which just hit the wooden fish, and the frequency of tapping suddenly increased.

"Nan Wu Amitabha Buddha!"

While chanting, bursts of golden smoke emanating from the tin staff drifted towards the Buddhist altar, entangled the altar like a silk thread.

"How many times can you suppress me? Hahaha...Every time, I will be stronger than before!"

The black smoke was forced into the altar, and the three masters of the "no" generation were finally rescued, all panting.

(End of this chapter)