Dharma Kongheshi: "Master Huiwen's uncle passed away ten days ago and returned to the bliss of the Western Heaven."

However, Huiwen had no memory of the middle-aged man in Qingshan.

"I wonder who you are sir?"

"Lu Xuanming."

"...It turns out to be Mr. Lu, nice to meet you." Fakong found the memory of old monk Huiwen, but it was not a friendly memory.

This Lu Xuanming is a master of the Demon Sect's Diaoyue Dao!

There is a big feud between Diaoyuedao and Kongang Temple.

The Dharma is as empty as still water, and does not allow itself to cause waves.

Huiwen and Lu Xuanming fought against each other. At that time, both of them were fourth-level masters, and it was difficult to distinguish between them.

Now Hui Wen has passed away, but Lu Xuanming is already a third-level master and is still living well.

But it’s not surprising when you think about it.

The magic power was quickly achieved. When Huiwen and Lu Xuanming fought, Huiwen was already sixty, but Lu Xuanming was only twenty. Now Huiwen is one hundred and twenty, and Lu Xuanming is already eighty.

Diaoyuedao's martial arts has the effect of keeping one's appearance, and it is difficult to tell one's true age. An eighty-year-old looks like he is thirty or forty.

"Mr. Chu, this poor monk takes his leave." Fakong smiled.

The master of Diaoyue Dao actually dared to come to Daleiyin Temple. Didn't Daleiyin Temple notice?

How could the master of Shenyuan Mirror not notice it? Why not directly expel it?

It must be because of Chu Yu.

Chu is the surname of the country. From this point of view, this Mr. Chu is probably a royal nobleman.

——

During lunch, Chengxu strode in and told him the good news with a smile.

As long as he accomplished one thing, he could enter the first floor of the Sutra Pavilion and look at it for as long as he wanted.

Fakong asked what was going on.

"See if you can cure a madman."

"madman?"

Chengxu explained the origin of this madman in detail.

It is Jingli who is a generation higher than Chengxu. He practiced the Asura magic five years ago.

It's a pity that the state of the Great Sun Tathagata, the Immovable Sutra, is a little bit behind. The backlash from Asura's magical power was so severe that he has lost his mind.

He is currently being imprisoned at Xixin Peak.

Xixin Peak is located five miles southwest of Daleiyin Temple, and Chengxu took him there in the blink of an eye.

The scenery of Xixin Peak is beautiful. Even there is no snow on the peak. It is a small mountain full of greenery.

When Fakong arrived at the top of the mountain, he saw a total of ten black stone pillars inserted in the pine forest on the top of the mountain. They were black stone pillars.

Each pillar is thirty meters high.

There is a middle-aged monk sitting on each pillar, with his eyebrows lowered and his eyes closed, as if he did not see the arrival of Dharma Kong Chengxu.

Ten pillars form a circle, and strange nets are wrapped between the pillars to form a cage.

A handsome middle-aged monk sat cross-legged in the cage.

He wears a clean yellow monk's robe, has a shiny bald head, his beard and eyebrows are trimmed neatly, and his appearance is solemn.

Fakong looked at the middle-aged monk and then at Chengxu.

Chengxu said: "People should not be judged by their appearance. Master Jingli doesn't look dangerous at all, but in fact he has completely fallen into the path of Asura. He has completely lost control and has turned into a monster. A monster that only knows how to kill."

"I'm afraid..." Fakong was embarrassed.

"Try it!"

"Woo..." Suddenly a loud roar came from the middle-aged monk.

He opened his eyes suddenly.

All the bloodshot eyes were covered with blood, and the pupils were covered with blood red. The entire eye socket was blood red.

"Bang bang bang bang bang..."

The middle-aged monk looked like a ghost, and his figure could not be clearly seen. Only a shadow flickered and hit the fence heavily.

France and Kong were worried about whether the fence would be broken and whether something would go wrong.

The warning signs that arose in his heart were strong enough to prove that the threat of Monk Jingli was no less than that of Mr. Lu.

"If I hear..."

Ten middle-aged monks sitting on the stone pillars chanted the Immovable Sutra of the Great Sun Tathagata in unison, and their voices merged into one, creating a magnificent and solemn effect.

It seems that the whole world is filled with the chanting of the Immovable Sutra by the Great Sun Tathagata, which is vast and majestic.

Fakong speculated that they used thaumaturgy, otherwise they would not be able to produce such sounds and effects.

The handsome middle-aged monk was still banging against the cage, and the dull sound was frightening.
Chapter completed!