Resurgence of Terror: Three Burials of Poor Monks, Funeral Burials

Actually, it is not much different from what Master Sisheng told him back then.

It's just... the records of the Hidden Night Group are obviously missing something.

For example, who is the master who destroyed the infinite Buddhist temple in the world.

And...whether this incident happened or not, they are all a bit confused.

This is the shame of Buddhism, and it is not surprising that it was destroyed and tampered with.

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Chapter 187 The Funeral Coffin and Three Burials

In the cave space.

Tang Sanzang looked carefully at the purple gold Zen stick in his hand.

Surrounded by nine dragons, like a pillar supporting the gods, stands a special pure black object.

The Shenlong is lifelike, and it is no different from the Dawei Tianlong on Tang Sanzhu's body.

The fierce Longwei, after the Zen staff fell into the hands of Tang Sanzan.

It pervades all the time.

It seems to be celebrating the arrival of the master!

The weirdest thing was that the small black object was clearly a coffin that had shrunk many times.

Delicate and small, there are also symbols that no one recognizes on it.

hidden beneath the black surface.

The pitch-black luster on the coffin can swallow up all light.

Just like the ancient and original darkness, it seems to absorb everything, including the eyes of people!

"Senior Zhang Huadao, there is one more question."

Tang Sanzan stroked the Zen stick in his hand, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes, "How did you determine that this Zen stick is related to our lineage?"

"Hahaha..." Zhang Huadao laughed heartily when he heard the words, "I know that, you must be curious about such a question!"

"Pindao asks you, facing this, it doesn't look like a simple fetish."

"After ordinary monks get it, will they try to make them recognize the master?"

"So that I can use the power of the divine weapon to improve my strength?"

Facing such a question, Tang Sanzan nodded noncommittally.

Gradually understand the meaning of the other party.

Zhang Huadao also went on to say: "The fetish is self-deprecating. Before finding a favorite owner, it will not show any special features except for some characteristics that are similar to indestructibility, and it will not be able to manifest its power."

"Such a treasure fell into the hands of the Yinye Group, so we naturally tried to choose an owner for it."

"Even... I found some Buddhist monks and asked them to try..."

Said, Zhang Huadao's eyes.

Obviously with a weird look, he looked at Tang Sanzan.

"Looking at seniors like this, I'm afraid the fate of those Buddhist monks is a little bit bad, isn't it?"

Tang Sanzan understood the meaning in the other party's eyes, and asked immediately.

"That's right, it can't be described as 'not very good', it can only be said to be quite miserable!"

Zhang Huadao pointed to the small black coffin that was erected by Kowloon Gong, "Even the skin and flesh, the soul couldn't escape, it was directly swallowed there."

"Of course, don't misunderstand, Little Master Sanbuan. The reason why Zhang Hedao begged this treasure for you was not to plot against you."

"You know this too, there is absolutely no way Zhang Hedao wants to harm you."

"Actually, for some reason, Pindao and he both felt that you might get the recognition of this thing."

"The result is indeed the same. If there is nothing special about the Zijin Zen stick in front of you, Pindao will definitely not give it to you."

Tang Sanzun nodded, expressing his affirmation.

Zhang Hedao really has no reason to plot against himself, nor can he plot against himself.

The first day of joining the Hidden Night Group.

Because of his unique status, Tang Sanzan had already signed a special contract with Zhang Hedao.

A contract used to bind two parties and form a cooperative relationship.

The strength of the contract is blessed by the power of heaven and earth.

Not to mention Zhang Hedao, even Zhang Huadao, who is in the Dao Transformation Realm in front of him, cannot resist.

The reason why Tang Sanzan was able to sign the contract so readily.

It's also entirely out of...

"Combined with Buddhist monks, the fate of touching the purple gold Zen stick, and some records of the Yinye group."

"We also deduce that the things in the records may have happened in real life."

"And this fetish, it is precisely because of its spirit that it hates Buddhist disciples so much."

"After all... thousands of people in the Yinye group have tried it, and it's all fine, but the Buddhist disciples..."

"The most weird thing is that the small black coffin above the Zen stick, even the top experts in the Yinye group have seen it, but they can't get any results at all."

"The monks who are engulfed in it are like being erased from this world, and will gradually be forgotten in the world."

Zhang Huadao's gaze briefly fell on the black coffin.

Then transfer immediately.

It seems that even he is very secretive about it and extremely afraid.

"The burial coffin, this small coffin is called the burial coffin!"

Sudden.

Tang Sanzan opened his mouth as if feeling something.

A strange color flashed in the deep pupils.

This title is because he doesn't know why, but he felt it in his heart.

The occurrence of this special situation is obviously inseparable from the purple gold Zen stick in front of him.

a time.

Tang Sanzan looked at the Zen stick in his hand, lost in thought for a long time.

This root has a unique shape and is similar to the style of the ancestor of Shasheng Buddha.

It seems that there are some amazing secrets hidden in it...

"The burial coffin?"

The three Taoist priests in front of them had solemn expressions in their eyes.

Subconsciously murmured.

After getting the name of this small coffin from Tang Sanzan's mouth.

Their eyes gradually shifted to Tang Sanzan.

There was an indescribably weird look on his face.

"Tang Three Burial, Burial Coffin..."

Mao Qishui whispered in his mouth.

There was a faint coolness rising from the back of the spine, as if some great secret had been discovered.

The crowns trembled slightly.

Zhang Hedao and Zhang Huadao have extremely complicated eyes.

Originally, I just wanted to know the identity of the little master of the three burials, and by the way, what was going on with their lineage.

But now it seems.

They seem to have dug up something amazing? !

In this world where gods and Buddhas are invisible and terror is revived.

The title of "Buried World" cannot be taken casually.

Some things represent personalities.

If you can't bear it, you will pay a heavy price!

Just like...the names of Zhang Hedao and Zhang Huadao.

And Tang San buried his own name...

"I said, why are you all looking at me like that? Don't you think that my name, the Buddha, has something to do with the burial coffin?"

Tang Sanzan came back to his senses, and looked at the three people in front of him speechlessly.

How could there be any relationship between my own burial and the burial coffin.

What kind of joke is Li Liyuan on the spectrum.

"By the way, little master Sanzhu, don't you really think... there is something wrong with your name?"

Mao Qishui brought up the old story again.

It seemed that he wanted to make the handsome young monk in front of him realize something.

"No problem! I don't think it's a problem to kill the Buddha!"

Tang Sanzan replied firmly, and looked at several people with disdainful eyes.

What's the matter, who stipulated that the name can't use funeral characters?

Not only is this name well-earned, but it's also the Buddha who gave me the name myself!

Not only is there no problem, but Buddha also likes it very much!

Zhang Hedao: "..."

Zhang Huadao: "..."

Mao Qishui: "..."

Hmm... Tang San Zan felt that there was no problem.

The more they feel that the problem is bigger!

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Chapter 188 One Qi Transformation and Three Purifications

In the small farmyard.

The atmosphere was slightly silent.

Tang San Zan seemed to have remembered something.

Take off the Dayan Buddha beads on the neck.

A burst of Buddha light surged.

slap!

A icy cold, petite and lovely body.

In an instant, at an extremely fast speed, he occupied the position on Tang Sanzan's back.

The cute little head rests on Tang Sanzun's right shoulder.

With a big mouth, he greedily breathed in the smell that belonged to Tang Sanzan.

Then he closed his eyes, with a sweet smile on his face, and fell asleep.