My eyes returned to the clear light and saw the Buddhist temple not far away, where the master and senior brother were inside.

The demon suddenly came to the hall.

The monk Kongkong, who was sitting on the ground, suddenly stood up, and the mountain was emitting amazing blood, which suddenly blocked the dim Buddha light on the Buddha statue behind him, and rushed out of the Buddha hall, as if it was a craze. He reached out and held it, and a blood knife condensed in his hand and slashed it down. The blood energy swept out, cutting a big hole in the bluestone floor of the Buddha hall.

With a sudden suck in the sky, a crack gradually narrowed, and the demon from the outside world floated away, disappearing into the crack.

Leaving?!

Wusheng came to the hall in one step, and saw a shocking aura exuding a body of Abbot Kong. There was a faint phantom behind him, which was a huge head and a third eye on his forehead.

The head of Rakshasa king,

He followed the string of Buddhist beads on his body and hung them on the neck of Monk Kong Kong. As soon as he let go, the Buddhist beads were suddenly opened by him and flew out of the shop.

broken!

A demon just left, and this one was about to be possessed by the demon.

The Buddha's sword in his hand trembled continuously, intending to kill the demon.

Back to sheath!

Wusheng hurriedly put away his sword and returned to the sheath to avoid accidentally killing Abbot Kong Kong.

What should I do?

Looking at the Kongkong monk who was obviously unable to control himself,

Wusheng took out the Haoyang glass in his hand, shone the blood and energy on Monk Kongkong's body, and immediately wiped out the blood and energy.

Seeing that it was effective, he slowly approached Monk Kongkong with his magic weapon, and the scattered blood was suppressed.

There was a faint yellow light shining on monk Kongkong's chest.

"Master, it's okay, the demon retreated," Wusheng tentatively talked to the monk Kongxu, hoping to awaken his mind.

"Master." The monk Yipian Wudou was also very anxious.

"Let's go." Monk Kongkong suddenly spoke.

"I'm leaving, please return from my uncle."

After Wusheng said this, Monk Kongkong's body trembled uncontrollably, and his blood and energy quickly converged. Knowing that he had disappeared, his face was still covered in blood and his eyes were blood-red.

Wusheng took the string of Buddhist beads that had been bounced over and hung them on the abbot.

Monk Kongkong breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at Wusheng, and sat on the ground Gudong, as if the deflated balloon was suddenly shriveled.

"Master?"

"Master."

Seeing this, Wusheng and Wudou hurriedly supported him.

"It's not in the way." Monk Kongkong waved his hand.

Just leaning in the hall, he slowly regulated his breathing. Wusheng chanted the Diamond Sutra softly.

"Wusheng, go to your master's side to see it. Don't have any more accidents. Just be with me if you have any annoyance here."

“Yes, Master,”

Wusheng left the hall and came outside the monk Kongxu's meditation room. He listened carefully, but there was no sound. After all, he was in the secret room of the meditation room. He actually couldn't see anything here.

To activate mana, look.

It was still the same Zen room, and I didn’t see any special aura.

Why don’t you go in and take a look? Wusheng was outside the meditation room and thought about it for a long time before he gave up this idea.

"Master, you have to hold on."

When I returned to the Buddhist temple again, Abbot Kong's complexion was very bad.

"Senior brother, please support your uncle."

Wusheng and Monk Kongkong sat opposite each other and activated the Dharma. The golden light passed into Monk Kongkong's body. Flashes of blood mist steamed out from his body and melted into the air by the Buddha's light.

After a long time, Monk Kongkong slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were still covered with blood, but his mind had recovered.

"Master, do you feel better?"

"It's much better, how about your master?"

"It should be fine." Wusheng Dao.

He had not entered the Zen Room and could not know what was going on inside. He could only pray that Monk Kongxu was not affected by the demon.

Monk Wudou helped Abbot Kong to return to the meditation room to rest. Wusheng was alone in the hall, and from time to time he went outside the monk Kongxu's meditation room to take a look. Every time he went there, he looked the same and heard any figure.

That night, Wusheng was thinking about the devil's affairs.

It has never appeared in Lanruo Temple for decades, so why did it suddenly come today?

Is it a coincidence or is there a conspiracy behind it? Could it be that Monk Huiwu was the one who did it again?

This time I came back in a hurry and did not confirm whether the blood building that had received the order had found Huiwu and got rid of him.

"When the master comes out of seclusion, I have to go down the mountain to confirm."

As I thought about it, the sky turned white.

Wusheng began a day of practice.

In this way, the days passed day by day, and five days later, the mountains were still very quiet, and no other accidents happened. Monk Kongkong was also better. He could eat three bowls of chicken soup in one meal. His face was flushed, which also made Wusheng and Wudou breathe a little relieved.

But Wusheng's concerns were getting heavier and heavier. There was still no movement in the monk Kongxu Zen room. It was not a day or two. Even if he was so fat, he would be in danger if he didn't eat or drink for so many days.

Do you have to go in and take a look?

Wusheng himself was not easy to make any decisions, so he went to ask the abbot Kong who had always liked to sit under the Bodhi tree to drink tea these days.

"You must have confidence in your master." Monk Kongkong said.

"Hey, I think, but the key is that he always talks nonsense to me, which makes me feel unsure!" Wusheng said after hearing this.

"Your master is a genius!" The words of Monk Kongkong stunned Wusheng.

"Is this awesome? Master, you are idle too. Just tell me about his affairs?" Wusheng's curiosity was aroused by this sentence.

"Is this suitable?" Monk Kongkong hesitated after hearing this.

"He said your brilliant experience, and you said that his brilliant life is very suitable!"

"Your master is a scholar." Monk Kongkong thought for a while.

"I've heard from my master about this."

"When your master was young, he was the top scorer in the high school, wearing a purple robe, playing horses on the street, and attending a banquet in Qionglin, and almost became the prince-consort."

"The top scholar! Is the master so awesome?"

Monk Kongkong's rare literary words surprised Wusheng.

This ancient top scholar was extraordinary. He was all a person who was regarded as the star of Wenqu. Wusheng was unimaginable. The chubby and greasy middle-aged man was once the top scholar.

"Later, I worked as an official in the court for several years. I forgot the name of the official. Your master spent those years reading books in the palace."

"No wonder we know everything, and we are clear about the affairs of the court. So that's it." Wusheng suddenly realized after hearing this.

"Later, due to the influence of internal struggles in the court, he resigned and left, wandering around the world."

"Master, why did he become a monk?"

"Because I saved his life, he had no choice but to repay him and had nowhere to go, so he came to Lanruo Temple and became a monk."

"Ah!" Wusheng couldn't help but nodded, but he always felt that Abbot Kong must have some things hidden and didn't tell him.

"My master has also practiced?"

"Practice."

"What level can I reach and which sect to learn from?"

"I know what level I have reached. As for the sects, your master reads a lot of books in the capital and learns without a teacher, so there is no sect or sect."

The words with Monk Kongkong made Wusheng know some of his master’s past experiences.

It turned out that the fat and greasy middle-aged man who knew to read imperial books all day long and had such a glorious past.

"So, you must have confidence in your master. He has experienced a lot and is determined."

Well, after hearing what Monk Kongkong said, Wusheng's hanging heart was a little relieved.

On the 22nd day of the retreat of Monk Kongxu, the sky was so gloomy that it suddenly started to rain heavily, like a pour. It started from noon and never stopped until evening, but the momentum of the rain was slightly smaller.

"What a heavy rain!"

Wusheng stood in the hall and looked at the heavy rain outside. He shook his body and came outside the monk Kongxu Zen room. After listening carefully, he still didn't move.

"It's been more than twenty days, when will I be going to retreat?"

The longer the time passes, the less confident Wusheng feels, just like the last time Monk Kongkong entered the Demon Subduing Array and suppressed the Demon with his body.
Chapter completed!