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The devil is the master of the chaotic prison world, and also the core of the chaotic spirit treasure. After being tempered by the old monk of the Six Paths for a hundred years, it has faded from the illusion on the surface, and it looks more like a living monster. The uneven ferocious fangs opened and closed slightly, and there was a bone-crushing sound between the friction. (

"Many years ago, my dharma image of heaven and earth was shattered by my own hands, and from today onwards, you are my dharma image stepping into the realm of returning to the gods." The old monk of six paths defined this demon indifferently, Shen Said: "Your name is Che Tian."

While speaking, he put away the wordless heavenly book, and pointed forward with his skinny fingers, this snow-white and unmarked pure land world burst apart with his fingertips as the center, and turned into countless tiny fragments, and the sky-cheating behind him The demon also disappeared.

At this moment, he was still sitting cross-legged in that simple house. After a hundred years, nothing around him had changed, except that there was a thick layer of dust on the ground.

The old monk of the Six Paths stood up, shook off the dust on his cassock, and left the house with strides.

The cold winter was fading, and the rain was still icy cold, drenching the frozen ground. The six old monks walked along the familiar path and came to the eighth-level pagoda alone.

Dongmen Taiyi sat in front of the tower gate like a stone statue, and had never left here for a month.

"Master." Seeing the old monk of the Six Paths appearing in front of him, Dongmen Taiyi stood up, clasped his hands together and bowed deeply.

The old monk of the Six Paths said expressionlessly: "I have shown you the future as a teacher."

Dongmentai nodded and said: "Master is the only person who can turn things around in the future suffering."

The old monk of the Six Paths said again: "The time has come. Now, as a teacher, I will lead the monks from the Great Prajna Temple to seek the power of the common people."

Dongmen Taiyi frowned and said, "Are you going to leave here?"

"The future is coming, and everyone will leave, except you." The old monk of the Six Paths said meaningfully.

Dongmen Taiyi asked puzzled, "Why?"

The old monk of the Six Paths was not in a hurry to answer, but walked up to the stupa, made a seal with his palm on his chest, and slowly pushed it out, and a swastika Buddha seal glowing with hot gold suddenly appeared in the void, clearly engraved on it. On the top, when the light was at its peak, it dimmed for a moment, and finally disappeared completely, leaving no trace.

"Because your fate is here."

Dongmen Taiyi frowned deeply, although he still didn't understand the mystery of the words, but what the master said must have his reason, there is no need to question the person who grasps the future, and said immediately: "Disciple understands."

"Stay here, protect this pagoda, and do what you should do." After speaking, the old monk of the Six Paths turned and left. The short figure disappeared from the blurred vision of the rain after a short while.

Dongmen Taiyi was silent for a moment, then turned his head and stared at the topmost pagoda for a long time.

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The news of Liu Dao's exit spread quickly in the Daprajna Temple, Wuliang gathered all the monks and gathered in the open space in front of the main hall, and there was a monk standing beside him, no matter in appearance or figure, it was not surprising He is no different from ordinary people, and it seems that he will not attract anyone's attention when walking in the crowd, but he has a detached status in the Great Prajna Temple. He is the chief disciple under the Six Paths, named Wutian.

"Leaving the customs." The old monk of the Six Paths said.

Wutian nodded, "I have lived up to Master's expectations, and I have reached the peak of Huatian."

"Very good." The old monk of the Six Paths walked to the stone steps in front of the hall and looked at the hundreds of Buddhist disciples standing in front of him. Although the number was much smaller than other sects, they were all of extraordinary strength. Practitioners have a strong ability to stand on their own.

At this moment, he stretched out his hand and placed it on the stone pillar with the thickness of five or six people hugging each other. This stone pillar was like tofu, and it shattered at once, and it carried the weight of the entire hall. The weight, when broken into stone chips, the majestic and majestic huge Buddha Hall behind him suddenly collapsed, turning into a pile of rubble in an instant.

All the monks looked shocked, not knowing what the abbot's intention was.

The old monk of the Six Paths said in a deep voice: "The Great Prajna Temple is no longer necessary. All the monks will follow me to the world to find the power of the common people."

Infinite doubts asked: "The power of the common people? Master, the Great Prajna Temple has existed for thousands of years, why do you want to abandon it today?"

For a moment, all the monks looked at each other and whispered to each other. They obviously needed an answer to this sudden situation.

However, the old monk of the Six Paths did not open his mouth to answer, but there was an extra page of golden book in his hand, and the ancient text on the golden book exuded a bright brilliance. At the same time, his cloudy eyes had turned into a traceless white , only a few dim gray lines outlined a strange pattern in the disappeared pupils.

Eyes of the future!

With the palm of his hand, the golden book flew into the air, and the light bloomed, filling everyone's sights. In the light, everyone saw scenes of the end of the world full of destruction.

That is the future of suffering, and it can also be said that this world has no future.

No amount of explanations at the moment can make the future they have seen convincing. The old monk of the Six Paths wants to let everyone understand why they are looking for the power of the common people, and how powerful the enemy they will face in the future.

When the future came into his mind, Wutian's complexion changed drastically, and he said, "Master, is this all true?"

Wuliang gritted his teeth and said: "Master's prophecy has never been wrong, never!" His tone was firm and trembling, after all, the future he saw had too much impact on him.

After a while, the light disappeared, and the golden book returned to the old monk of the Six Paths, asking, "Are you going with me?"

"Follow the order of the abbot!" All the monks shouted in unison without any doubts.

The old monk of Six Paths nodded slightly, and then walked to the ancient clock beside the open space. The hammer was made of Wannian Muxin, and it had been placed here for thousands of years. The ancient wood suddenly cracked, exposing a piece of dark gold inside.

In an instant, a long dark golden stick appeared in front of the crowd. The long stick was as thick as an arm and several feet long. Standing upright, it was more than twice the height of the old monk.

Wutian asked: "Master, is this?"

Liu Dao smiled lightly, "This is the weapon that I used as a teacher back then."