Poor monk does not understand love

Chapter 97 He's Back
It was just a blurred shadow, but the eight Yuanshen stage masters were facing a formidable enemy. Suddenly, they all rushed up, the wind suddenly picked up, and the green brilliance flourished, and they used all their cultivation.

And just before that, the blurry shadow, calm and bright eyes swept over Ye Feng, Duan Yixue and the other four, looked at the evil spirit again, then smiled, and then turned into a round of petals condensed The circular totem fell into Wang Mu's body again.

The key is that smile, which is calm but seems to have gone through vicissitudes, and it seems to be a smile that is not a smile, but it seems to imply some deep meaning.

"Hoohoo!"

The moment the phantom turned into a peach blossom seal and fell into Wang Mu's body, Wang Mu stood up suddenly, his eyes were blood red, but there was a calm smile on his face.It looked like a different person, and it seemed that the body was controlled by another soul.

"Whoooooo..."

The moment the eight black shadows rushed up, Wang Mu also rushed out at the same time.

Ye Feng's eyes widened, seeing a shocking scene.

Wang Mu was alone, but at the moment his body was moving, countless afterimages suddenly appeared, and the dense afterimages disappeared in an instant, and when he looked again, Wang Mu had already arrived behind the eight black shadows.

The important thing is that when he moved, he was empty-handed, but when he stopped, there was a sharp sword in his hand, the sharp sword engraved with the logo of the gate of hell.

From shot to finish, everything is in the blink of an eye.

There was a ticking sound, and the long sword in Wang Mu's hand was bleeding.

And those eight black shadows were all stunned in place, with their backs to Wang Mu, holding up the long sword in their hands, only the leading black shadow was empty-handed, and the long sword in his hand had already entered Wang Mu's hands.

More importantly, on their necks, there was a blood-red mark spreading rapidly until it surrounded the entire neck, and then a dark green brilliance and rapid blood burst out from the crack.

Quiet, dead quiet.

A few seconds later, eight people fell to the ground with a bang, their heads rolled away from their necks, and their heads were in different places.

But at this time, Wang Mu's blood-red eyes lost a trace of violence and added a trace of impenetrable tenderness. He looked at Ye Feng, Duan Yixue, Duan Yirui and Yan Kuan, and finally at the evil spirit. The imprint of peach blossoms on the neck suddenly dimmed and completely sank into the body.

"Plop!" He also fell to the ground and fell into a coma.

"Bro……"

"Wang Mu..."

"Brother Mu..."

After an unknown amount of time, Wang Mu vaguely heard all kinds of cautious calls.

"Ah... Nima... It hurts me to death." He grinned and opened his eyes.

"Damn! What's going on? Are we all dead?" Looking at the crowd around him and the evil spirit, Wang Mu suddenly thought of what happened just now, jumped up from the ground with a crash, and anxiously yell.

Yan Kuan opened his mouth a few times, Brother Wang seemed to have forgotten what happened.

"Brother, we didn't die! Damn, you are so awesome, how could we die! You don't even know, I admire you so much! How did you do it? You couldn't do it just now, damn it , and suddenly you're crazy. Fuck, you just slapped a few times, and those bastards are all dead, my eyes are blurred..." Duan Yirui pushed the other people away, When he came to Wang Mu and gestured, his eyes were wide open, his saliva was flying, and his excitement was beyond words.

"Crack!" Wang Mu slapped him on the face, which interrupted his excitement.

"Say what you say, what do you mean by spraying me in the face?" Wiping the spittle off his face, Wang Mu gave Duan Yirui a white look, but from the corner of his eyes, he saw the eight people lying on the ground!
"My mother!" Brother Wang himself was startled, "Why did these bastards die?"

People opened their mouths again, Brother Wang won't lose his memory, right?
Seeing everyone's expressions, Wang Mu grinned, did he really kill it himself?But he really can't remember.

He only remembered that the evil spirit lost all his cultivation in order to save himself, leaving only a remnant soul, and then he used a small trick, the black shadow leader who was fooling around was injured by the dragon ball, and then the group of bastards surrounded him He was beaten violently, and he seemed to faint.

"No." Taking a deep breath, he suddenly widened his eyes, "Not only did he faint, but he also had a fucking dream?"

As for the dream, Wang Mu can't remember clearly, but he only remembers vaguely seeing a peach blossom tree with huge peach blossoms, as gorgeous as clouds, and a young man in ragged clothes and disheveled hair under the tree...

"Wang Mu, thank you." At this moment, the weak voice of the evil spirit came.

She looked at Wang Mu, the tears in her eyes hadn't dried yet, but she smiled very emotionally.

"Thank you for finding this place. You are him, and I have seen the primordial spirit left on your body. Remember, never let the people at the gate of hell see your birthmark in the future. I... I'm afraid..."

Before she could finish speaking, her blurry body began to slacken again, turning into countless floating stars.

Wang Mu frowned, looking at it, he couldn't tell what it was like, he knew that this evil spirit had already dissipated all his actions, if there wasn't a seal here, I am afraid that her remaining soul power would have disappeared without a trace.

"Wang Mu, one day, you will think of me, remember every word I said to you, no matter at that time, you will laugh it off or cry for me, I have no regrets. We wait You are thousands of years old, and I am satisfied to see you again. I just hope that you will not forget me, and remember that there was a girl who secretly loved you under the stars."

Dispersed, the evil spirits completely dissipated, leaving only countless dots of faint green light.

"I will remember," Wang Mu chuckled, "I won't let your soul fly away either."

After speaking, Wang Mu glanced around, picked up the dragon ball, bit his finger decisively, and dripped a drop of blood on the dragon ball.

"It's up to you." Looking at the dragon ball, Wang Mu frowned and said, and then threw the dragon ball into the air.

The flaming dragon ball ignited, and a mass of crimson flames rose up, making the dense temperature become scorching hot.

Then, Wang Mu drew blood-colored * characters in the air, and immediately raised his head to Wang He Heming, squeezed out the Buddhist seal knot with both hands, and started chanting words.

"In the name of a Buddhist, I use the power of the Western Heaven to gather the souls of the dead. I will bear all the sins and karma. My Buddha is merciful and saves all living beings. My disciple sincerely wishes to keep her soul and live in bliss."

Having said that, he knelt down on the ground with a plop, looked at the faintly colored * characters and the dragon ball above his head, and continued: "This wish cannot be fulfilled, this disciple cannot afford to kneel."

The gentle voice didn't have many emotional fluctuations, but it was like a Sanskrit voice from outside the sky, with its own unique, calm power.

Because of the seal of the gate of hell, although the souls of the evil spirits have dispersed, the sporadic soul power is still floating in this underground tomb. Wang Mu knelt on the ground, looking at the * characters and the dragon ball, waiting...

At the moment when Wang Mu finished speaking, the Tathagata Dharma Sitting on the cloud in Brahma and Lingshan in the heavenly realm opened his eyes.

The sky and the earth are bright, and there are billions of stars twinkling in those eyes.

"He's back." His gaze like a beam of light swept across the countless Buddhas in the cloud below, and the Buddha's resonant voice rang out.

Countless Buddhas frowned, not knowing what the Buddha meant, so Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva in the front row took a breath and said solemnly: "It really is him."

The Buddha nodded slowly, and immediately raised his eyes. The light of thousands of stars fell on the golden and shining Paradise, as if piercing through the void and falling to an unknown space.

At the same time, in the cave in the Tianjiang Desert, a brilliant colorful Buddha's light suddenly appeared, shining down from the darkness above the cave for no reason.

Then, the entire crypt was brightly lit, and the * characters drawn by Wang Mu spun around in the dense colors, and the dragon ball burned more vigorously, spilling out traces of blood-colored spiritual power, and falling into the * characters.

Looking at this scene, Wang Mu smiled, put one hand on his chest, nodded respectfully, and said, "Thank you Buddha for fulfilling it."

In people's amazed eyes, the * characters rotated faster and faster, and a strange gravitational force was born, which did not disturb a single dust, but gathered the dots of ghostly green spiritual power scattered in the air.

The Buddha's light that appeared out of thin air lasted for several minutes, and at the end, the remnants of the evil spirit reunited in the Buddha's light again, and disappeared into the void along with the Buddha's light.

The * characters drawn by Wang Mu also disappeared, and the dragon ball subsided the flames and slowly drifted down.

Standing up and catching the dragon ball, Wang Mu nodded to the sky again, saying in awe: "Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful."

He knew that the soul of the evil spirit had been taken over by Buddhism, and either stayed in the Land of Ultimate Bliss forever, or was sent directly to reincarnation by Buddhism without re-entering the realm.

This is also the best ending Wang Mu can think of. Fortunately, I am merciful and willing to help, otherwise the evil spirit girl will surely be scattered. After all, she is a sinner of the gate of hell, and the realm of the underworld is almost completely controlled by the gate of hell. For a sinner of the gate of hell like her, once she enters the underworld, it may be more tragic than being dissipated.

"Buddha, since he's back, what should we do in our Buddhist sect?" Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva asked in a misty voice on the clouds of Lingshan Mountain.

The Buddha shook his head slowly, his eyes flickering as if he had penetrated all the mysteries, "As before, don't interfere in his affairs, and don't make things difficult for him. I hope that in this life, he can suddenly realize the true meaning of all dharmas and emptiness."

(End of this chapter)