Chapter 478 Devil and Buddha

Wang Chunxiang bit her lip, her eyes were red: “I have told you about my origin, but you insist on hiding your identity from me? Why are you doing this? !”

“Otherwise…” Jiang Han put away the Qingfeng Sword and Tianwu Baolun, and walked towards the distance.

Wang Chunxiang really wanted to leave, but she felt unwilling, at least she had to know Jiang Han’s true identity before leaving.

“I don’t believe that I’ve been following you all this time, and you won’t show any flaws!” Wang Chunxiang clenched his fists, and followed Jiang Han obediently.

Jiang Han came to a flat place, and he saw that there seemed to be a secret door behind the Buddha statue, which he saw with ghost eyes.

The world seen by ghost eyes is black and white, so you can also see that the lotus seat of the Buddha is a little different, and each petal of the lotus has a smiling surprise.

Seeing the secret door behind the lotus seat, Wang Chunxiang was quite disturbed. She looked left and right, then bit her lips and said, “Will this… be dangerous?”
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“It’s not necessarily dangerous, but you remember to stay closer to me, so that I can send you out as soon as possible.” Jiang Han said.

“Oh…” Wang Chunxiang wrapped the ribbon around her hands, and was ready to attack at any time.

What is unexpected is that this passage is very quiet. All the way through, although the surrounding area is quite narrow, only one person can pass through, but the walls are inlaid with fingernails. The size of the spar also illuminates the road ahead.

Coming to a Shimen coin, Jiang Han saw a palm print on the Shimen.

He glanced at his palm, and immediately put it on it: “Om, um, ba, me, hum.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Shimen suddenly It loosened a bit, and it opened by itself.

“You… have you been here?” Wang Chunxiang was so surprised that she couldn’t close her mouth from ear to ear.

Jiang Han glanced at her: “I am a disciple of Buddhism, this is the six-character mantra, and all disciples of Buddhism know it.”

“Are you a monk from Xiangguo Temple? “Wang Chunxiang asked again.

Jiang Han entered Shimen, and he said as he walked, “Almost.”

“So you…can’t marry a wife?”

“A lay disciple, you can marry, wait… What are you asking for?” Jiang Han took out a lantern and illuminated the surroundings, because it was pitch black inside the stone gate.

Looking at him, Li Chunxiang faltered and said: “I’m just curious…”

“Cut, who will believe it.” Seeing a series of traces on the wall, his voice turned cold, “There was a battle here.”

“What?!” Li Chunxiang also hurried over, and she saw the criss-crossing scratches on the wall. “What kind of weapon is this?”

“It should be a crescent shovel, a weapon of Buddhist monks.” Jiang Han said, but his heart became heavy. If he passed him, Fifth Master Uncle used a crescent shovel.

Could it be that Uncle Wu has been here?

Looking at the traces around, there are still some blackened things, it is obvious that everything here has been destroyed, and this is probably the masterpiece of the monk holding the crescent shovel.

Could it be that Uncle Wu did it?

“There are bones!” Wang Chunxiang said, her pretty face was already pale.

Jiang Han also squatted down, dipped his finger on the dried blood on the ground, and then looked around, and found that the monks here were all dead here, and the corpses had already melted Mummy.

It seems that these people died extremely painfully.

“This one was beheaded, this one was disembowelled… This one, half of the body was separated.” Jiang Han stood up, looking at the monks here, he felt his scalp tingling. numb.

This method of killing is really too decisive.

It seems that the people in this temple were killed by someone in retaliation, and the outside world didn’t know that this place was completely wiped out!

Jiang Han held the Buddhist bead given to him by Tianxu in his hand, and his mind went blank. Could it be that the uncle he has been looking for is a murderer?

At this moment, Jiang Han pulled out a book from his arms.

This book is exactly the previous Buddhist scriptures, a remnant copy found in a ruined temple in Longyuan County.

When the book fell to the ground, it immediately fell apart, and the pages inside were flying everywhere in an instant. The scene was quite spectacular.

“Is this a trap?” Wang Chunxiang became vigilant.

And Jiang Han shook his head, he said: “It’s not like…”

As he spoke, he bit his finger with his teeth, and he muttered something, which was originally bright red The blood immediately turned into golden blood, and he sprinkled it around.

Immediately, as if the pages had a consciousness of their own, they moved toward the scratches on the wall.

The white paper was stuck to the scratches on the wall, and a strange thing happened, these pages were soaked in blood, and then the dark red blood kept dripping down!

Jiang Han was dumbfounded, but he didn’t intend to let go of this detail. He looked around, and suddenly the pages in front of him began to glow, and strange and familiar pictures appeared in front of him.

A burly monk two meters tall has tattoos all over his body, which are scarlet tattoos of pigeon blood.

He is muscular and has twelve ring scars on his head.

The tattoo on the body is eighteen arhats, fighting against a huge devil, and on the back of the head, there is a tattoo of a red lotus.

The great monk held a crescent shovel in his hand and walked down the steps step by step. The monks were shivering in this dark secret room.

“Amitabha! Amitabha! Brother Tianwei, please calm down… calm down!”

“The devil is rampant, and the Buddha also kills! How dare you worship evil gods? This is an unforgivable crime!” said the great monk.

At this time, facing the great monk, an old monk clasped his hands together, and the old monk said: “Amitabha, Shura Demon Buddha and the Buddha of the Six Paths are one. Then he became Shura Demon Buddha. There is good in this world and there is evil. Good and evil complement each other, just like Taoism’s yin and yang. They complement each other and make up for each other.”
, Demons are demons! Since you recognize demons as Buddhas, then you are just a group of little devils, so what use is it to keep you!”

As he spoke, the great monk’s crescent shovel moved towards the old monk’s head The neck was smashed.

The old monk clasped his hands together, his body glowed with golden light, and he even used his neck to hold the sharpness of the crescent shovel!

Unexpectedly, the great monk stirred the crescent shovel clockwise, and then exerted force, the great monk finally couldn’t hold back the huge force, and his body and head were separated!

The other monks were about to flee one after another, but the great monk threw his crescent shovel like a huge dart.

(End of this chapter)