On this day, Taoist Master Hengkong entered the boundary of Songshan Mountain.

Not to mention that Songshan has a famous reputation for thousands of years, there are many tourists. Just talking about the famous ancient temples on Songshan, there are many Shaolin managers and several extremely high-ranking people in a Zen temple, who are a little worried in a Zen temple.

"Abbot..."

The person who spoke was a thin-looking old monk. The old monk had dark skin and many folds on his face, so he could not tell the specific age. The old monk held a rosary in his hand, wore a brown monk's robe, and his eyes were slightly turbid: "Yuantong and Huijing, haven't he come back?"

It has been a few days since Yuantong and Huijing. This time I went north to find helpers, especially the island in the middle of the lake, to solve the difficulties of Songshan Mountain.

Yuantong and Huijing went to the north, but no news has been heard so far, and several people are worried.

The abbot is a middle-aged slightly fat monk wearing a brown monk's robe and a cassock with his hands folded: "The ancestors, the ancestors of Yuantong, the ancestors of Huijing, have not returned, so something should have been delayed..."

"well..."

Another monk who looked not very old last year, had some contradictory appearance. He looked like he was a hundred years old, and said that he was 40 or fifty years old. He was of medium figure, neither fat nor thin, and looked a little strong. His palms and backs were covered with thick flesh cocoons. This was a monk who practiced foreign kung fu.

He sighed softly, helpless, unspeakable: "We have passed away for many years. We have been trapped in the world and have passed away. We have come to help us wake up, but we have also... sins..."

"Yuanhua..."

The skinny old monk looked at the talking monk and shook his head slightly. The contradictory monk nodded and stopped talking. The skinny old monk then said, "Abbot, we are dead, and this time we return, it was a mistake. I just hope that this time the mistake will be solved by us. Unfortunately, 9981 is a fellow disciple, and now there are only four people who wake up. The Buddhist treasure has also been taken away by external cultivation... Otherwise... this time the devil will not be able to revive, nor will he wake up."

Speaking of this, the monk Yuanhua frowned: "The cultivation of the outside world has captured my Buddhist treasures. He went to the island in the middle of the lake and was conquered by Zhang Daoran. Then the Buddhist treasures should fall into Zhang Daoran's hands. This time Yuantong and Huijing have the most important task. It is to get the treasures back and seal the devil again."

"The ancestor..."

The abbot frowned. The two people in front of him were indeed old antiques from thousands of years ago, and their personalities were not easy to accept. Moreover, they seemed to have some secrets and never told them.

After looking at the two Buddhist ancestors, the abbot also thought clearly what the devil was in the mouth of these two ancestors: "Master, who is the devil? Why did it appear in Songshan, why was it sealed? Instead of being destroyed?"

The abbot is really not clear about it. Buddhism has no record of these. There may be records, and it may be deliberately destroyed.

Buddhism has always been a holy place for practice. If it is sealed here, a big devil may cause panic or affect the status of Buddhism.

Yuanhua opened his mouth, and the thin old monk pondered a little, and finally said: "This story is long. Thousands of years ago, it was the most glorious era of practicing Taoism and Buddhism. There are many sects and countless people with excellent cultivation... Everyone is pursuing immortality, but in the end they are sad to be a hundred years old..."

"More than 800 years ago, a stunning and stunning practitioner appeared in the world. He was a bullied man who rose up to resist, killed more than ten people who bullied him the most, and fled from then on."

"The government is hunting down and wanted by the world. This practitioner seemed to have disappeared and has not appeared for ten years. Just when everyone almost forgot such an ordinary person, this practitioner suddenly appeared, and he picked up eighteen sects and destroyed the three major sects... And this practitioner didn't know what kind of practice he had practiced. Every time he killed someone, his strength could be improved."

"Every time you kill someone, your strength will be improved by one point?"

The abbot's face was solemn and his eyebrows were shaking: "This is not an evil method, isn't this an evil cultivator?"

The monk named Yuanhua smiled bitterly: "More than 800 years ago, the definition of the word evil cultivation had a positive meaning and a negative meaning. The negative meaning was that the practitioner behaved strangely, but he would not kill innocent people indiscriminately. The positive meaning was that many people with the right path acted erratic and did not obey the constraints, and were also called evil..."

The abbot did not understand the world of the world eight hundred years ago. The focus of his attention was this practitioner. He nodded, and the abbot was a little confused: "Since that's the case, why do you still say that he is a practitioner? Isn't this a big devil?"

Yuanhua smiled, smiling a little reluctantly: "It's indeed a big devil, but at that time, he had already achieved great cultivation and had already left the category of ordinary practice, and had begun to move towards the cultivation of immortals as mentioned in this era. He could fly with swords and burn talisman formations."

The abbot was slightly moved: "It's a bit the same as the one in the middle of the lake."

“That’s true…”

Yuanhua was helpless: "It seems like more than half a year ago, extraterritorial cultivation gathered in the island in the middle of the lake and wanted to destroy the island in the middle of the lake. At that time, the entire Jianghu also felt the threat of this practitioner, so he began to form an alliance and wanted to fight against this practitioner together."

The abbot breathed a sigh of relief. The encirclement and suppression of the island in the middle of the lake may have failed, but this time the entire Jianghu alliance may not have failed. Otherwise, this devil would not have been sealed in Songshan.

The world is in danger. If we don’t form an alliance at this time, we may be defeated one by one by one by one by one and all in one go.

A smile appeared on his face: "I, Songshan, should have participated, I guess this time it should be successful, otherwise, there would be no such devil, who would be sealed with Songshan."

Yuanhua's face turned even more bitter, and she shook her bright head: "No success..."

The abbot's face changed drastically. He seemed to have seen the bloody storm of the world, and the devil was invincible.

"After the alliance, the sects of the world and even some hidden sects were alarmed, and my Buddhist sect also began to show up at this time. The sects of the world began to connect to form alliances, shrink their defense lines, and many sects moved, and began to gather around the three major sects in the world."

Yuanhua sighed a little, and also felt a little moved: "The sects in the world connect three major areas. The west is Shu Mountain as the foundation, the east is Song Mountain as the foundation, and the north is a loose alliance... But..."

The abbot's heart moved, his face looked a little bad: "Is it that the devil is still raging?"

"It's not just raging, but the Northern Alliance was slaughtered overnight!"

Yuanhua closed her eyes and showed unbearable expression: "Although this devil is alone, he does not accept disciples, and he comes alone and has no fixed residence, so it is difficult to determine whereabouts. It is also this time that the Northern Alliance was slaughtered, and this practitioner is called the Shura Demon..."

The abbot's heart beat faster. It was hard for him to imagine how such a person could make the whole world a bloody battle with enemies.

So, how powerful is this Shura Demon?

If Zhang Daoran lived in that era, was Zhang Daoran powerful or this Shura Demon powerful?

At this moment, the abbot inexplicably thought of Zhang Daoran on the island in the middle of the lake.

I also wanted to continue asking how the devil was sealed. My phone rang and I answered the phone. The abbot stood up and said to the two monks: "Master, someone is coming from the lake island..."
Chapter completed!