"Master, please get up!" Amu helped the mad monk up with both hands and let him sit on top of the bluestone. In fact, no matter what aspect it is, Amu has great respect for the mad monk in his heart.

"Master, why did you lose your cultivation?" Amu asked with a frown again.

The mad monk sighed for a long time before he said slowly: "Do you remember the small shop in the ghost town in the north and the old man who sold wine?"

"Naturally, I remember! That old man is Xiao Tianting, the Emperor of the Great Wilderness!" Amu responded.

"That's right! It seems that a lot of things, and you know it later. The mad monk nodded, "I remember when you wanted to know about the Great War in the North!"

"Hmm!" Back then, the destruction of the White City in the Northern Kingdom overnight had always been a question in Amu's heart.

"Actually, even now, there are still many unsolved mysteries in the Great War of the Northern Kingdom!" the mad monk shook his head, seemingly helpless.

"Oh?" this was something Amu hadn't expected.

"The cause of the Great War in the North is that there was a strange coffin in the Northern King's Palace!" the mad monk's eyes narrowed slightly. More than 200 years ago, but vividly.

"Ghost coffin!" Amu said calmly.

Amu clearly remembers the scene when the king of Beiguo Zhennan begged for a coffin. It was precisely because he heard about the ghost coffin that Master Wang Jue decided to take a trip to Baicheng in the northern country. The ghost coffin, one of the nine coffins, was enough for Wang Jue to appear in Baicheng.

"I thought it was at the time, but in the end it wasn't at all!" the mad monk shook his head and smiled bitterly, "The one in the North King's Palace is a coffin completely condensed by illusion, it looks like a legendary ghost coffin, but it is fake. However, we also learned later. The ghost coffin could almost be fake, and even the ghost body didn't sense any problems at that time. ”

"Oh, that's a trap?" Amu frowned, "Above the sea wilderness, who has such a great ability to simulate a ghost coffin?"

"Hey! However, until now, we don't know who set the game. As soon as the ghost coffin came out, there was also the Nine Yin Body of Princess Murong who had not been seen for 10,000 years, which attracted your master Wang Jue and Hongyi Yu'er, as well as the master of the Western Black Water and the Emperor of the Taihuang who had endured for 10,000 years in the Northern Wilderness, and even now I don't know the peerless powerhouse who can rain heavy snow that does not melt for a hundred years. ”

"It was a great battle!" a strange look flashed in the mad monk's eyes, "It's just that the big battle was forcibly controlled by your master within a radius of hundreds of miles from Baicheng!"

"Your master Wang is really a strange person, obviously a mortal, but he can hook the general trend of heaven and earth, thousands of forbidden pictures in his hands, born at will, words and laws, and intentions. Even if you are a strong person in the robbery realm, I am afraid that you will not be able to take advantage. ”

Amu sighed, if the master is not a mortal tribulation, what is the tribulation?

"My master is Molang!" Amu said lightly.

"Hmmm?" the mad monk was shocked, "how is that possible?"

As a demon servant of the Sea Desolation, the mad monk has naturally seen the true body of the demon lang, if Wang Jue is the demon lang, how can he not know it?

"My master's cultivation of this secret method requires the reincarnation of immortals, demons, and mortals, and the demon lang is his previous life! Amu explained.

"Amitabha!" The mad monk listened to Amu's words, and his heart was extremely shocked, and he couldn't help reciting a Buddha name.

Buddhism talks most about the reincarnation of cause and effect, and as soon as Amu's words came out, the mad monk instantly understood. No wonder, at the beginning, Wang Jue was able to hold the Demon Lang Order and directly summon himself.

"Alas, actually, I should have thought of it!" the mad monk sighed, missing the magic lang, the mad monk was quite regretful.

"And what about the outcome of the battle?" Amu asked.

"Each of them fought for that false ghost coffin!zuihou, the white city was destroyed, and the fake ghost coffin turned into a strange streamer and went straight to the west, I remember that the master's expression changed greatly, and he stepped out directly and hurriedly chased it!"

"The robbery of the black water took advantage of the chaos to take away the ghost body feathers, and at this time, the vast snow suddenly fell from the sky. A white shadow appeared, and no one could see who it was, it seemed to be an immortal-like existence. The Emperor of the Great Desolation went straight to the White City where he was imprisoned, and the corpse of Murong Haiqing was even more nowhere to be seen! ”

When the mad monk talked about that day, he seemed to have lingering palpitations.

"The Black Water's Robbery is a Ghost Saint!" Amu sneered. Contacting the cause and effect, Amu thought that the Ghost Saint was the only candidate, because Shen Yan's cultivation had not recovered back then, and it was impossible for Meng Soul to leave Hell.

It seems that the ghost saint was so bold back then, and it was forbidden to cross the domain above the purple ghost ban to disperse the soul, and the ghost saint snatched the ghost coffin across the domain, which was a capital crime in theory.

"Ghost Saint?" the mad monk said, "A hundred years ago, the Ghost Saint was executed by Purple Ghost City on the grounds that he intended rebellion!"

"Rebelling against Ziyou?" Amu sneered again, "I don't think the ghost saint has that kind of courage, but some small actions are possible." Execute the ghost saint, I'm afraid that if you want to add to the crime, why should there be no excuse?"

Amu's intuition, the death of the ghost saint is not so simple. A realm robbery figure like the Ghost Saint, if not have to die. I'm afraid that Purple Ghost City will not kill it easily.

Either it's an outcast, or it's because he knows too much, and the ghost saint should be a sacrifice. There must be many secrets behind the death of the ghost saint.

"Master, just now you said that it was my master who left Baicheng first, and Yu'er was taken away later?"

"Hmm, the streamer formed by the ghost coffin is extremely strange, it seems to represent something, the master is quite anxious, and he left directly!"

Amu nodded, it seems that what happened to Yu'er later, the master didn't know at all. The false ghost coffin must be related to everything in the hell behind the netherworld, and the master may have pursued the fake ghost coffin and went directly to hell.

With Amu's understanding of Master Wang Jue and the legends of Molang, there are definitely not many things that can make him do in a hurry regardless of Yu'er. The streamer formed by the fake ghost coffin must represent an extraordinary significance, otherwise it would be impossible for the master to leave the ghost body feathers.

The character who simulates the ghost coffin and deceives the ghost body, what kind of mana is that? Could it be a monk in the realm of the Sea Desolate Divine State?

The ghost coffin, one of the nine coffins, everything in the mysterious hell, the unsolvable door of the ancient burial and the mirror image of the king's aging.

Everything was chaotic and complicated, and Amu couldn't help but gasp.

"Did Yu'er have any cultivation back then?"

"At least the Soul Scattering High Rank Great Perfection!"

"Oh!" Amu was surprised again, "Yu'er back then, Soul Scattering High-level Great Perfection?"

In any case, it was difficult for Amu to associate the crying Yu'er back then with the Soul Scattering High Order Great Perfection. It seems that the master and Yu'er still have secrets that they don't know, and the master is the reincarnation of the demon lang, so how can there be a daughter like Yu'er?

"One mystery solved, there is another!" Amu sighed in his heart.

And the white shadow that rescued Murong Haiqing must be his uncle, but I'm afraid it's just a clone, otherwise I'm afraid it won't be as simple as snow falling for a hundred miles.

"Could it be that the streamer that the fake ghost coffin turned into back then also alarmed the senior uncle who guarded the Holy Mountain of the Three Realms?" Amu said secretly in his heart.

"How did the Emperor of the Wilderness get trapped, and how did he get out of it?"

"Alas!" the mad monk looked up to the sky and sighed, "I helped the emperor of the desolation get out of trouble!"

Amu raised his eyebrows, although he thought of this possibility, he was still shocked in his heart.

"What trapped the Emperor of the Great Desolation, in addition to the imprisoning power of the vast snow, there were also millions of unjust souls in the White City of the Northern Kingdom. The Emperor of the Desolation has a secret method to unlock the power of the heavy snow, but he is powerless to dissolve the undying resentment of the millions of unjust souls. ”

The mad monk's tone was low, and a look of pain appeared in his eyes.

"But the master has shown mercy and transcended those unjust souls for the emperor of the great wilderness?" Amu remembered the situation in the small shop in the ghost town that day, and guessed seventy-seven-eighty-eight.

"Millions of unjust souls, howling day and night, will not be able to be reborn! I will not go to hell, who will go to hell. The mad monk's face was sad, "It's just that there are gains and losses, and I was also worried that the Emperor of the Great Desolation would mess with the sea again." So I made an agreement with him to help him get out of trouble, but he needed to go to Brahma Monastery and listen to the Dharma for 300 years! But who knows that the seventy-seven forty-nine years will expire......" Speaking of this, the mad monk's cheeks tightened, and he didn't say any more.

"The Emperor of the Wilderness, self-destructive oath, treachery!" Amu said slowly.

"The bitter sea is endless, turn back to the shore!" the mad monk shook his head, folded his hands, sighed, and looked at the ancient temple of Brahma. It's just that I don't know if this sentence is for himself or the emperor of the wilderness.

"Five years after the Great War of the Immortal Ghost Sect, it was too desolate to get out of trouble! In another hundred years, the sea famine has changed, and the Taihuang Gate has secretly recovered. I have traveled all over the Five Regions, but I have never found any trace of the Emperor of the Great Desolation. The mad monk smiled bitterly, "Actually, with my original cultivation, what can I do if I find him?"

"Now that Dongling has changed, several immortal sects have been destroyed, and lives have been destroyed, all because of me! I have committed a heinous crime every day......

"So, the master self-destructed thousands of years of cultivation and worshiped the mountain to atone for his sins?" Amu said in surprise.

The mad monk nodded and said, "Even so, it is difficult to atone for my sins, and it is difficult to be liberated!"

"The master's mind is full of life, and it is already a supreme merit to transcend millions of living beings in the ghost towns of the northern country. Back then, I mistakenly believed in the words of Taihuang, and it was also a Buddha's heart, what is the sin?"

"Save millions of dead souls, but put tens of millions of lives in fire and water! Isn't it a sacrifice to chase the end?" At this time, a generation of high-ranking monks and crazy monks actually showed confusion and pain in their eyes.

Amu looked at the mad monk, shook his head and said with a bitter smile: "I'm really a fan of the authorities! I, a Buddhist cultivator, have a clear conscience, how can I set up my own demonic obstacles? Millions and thousands of living souls and dead souls are actually appearances, why is the master so persistent? Just ask me, Buddha, how can I not distinguish between good and evil thoughts, but talk about the number of life and death? The essence of the end is the master's inner demon!"

At the moment, Amu said affectionately and sincerely. When the mad monk heard Amu's words, he couldn't help but have a strange brilliance in his eyes.

In fact, there is no need to argue whether what Amu said is right or wrong, just because his words are an endless relief for the mad monk.

"Thank you, master, for your guidance!!" As he spoke, the mad monk wanted Amu to bow deeply, "Tianxiu has been taught!"

"Can the master's cultivation be restored?" Amu saw that the mad monk had already cleared his mind and hurriedly asked.

The mad monk shook his head and said, "There's no need for that!"

Amu frowned, and he had an ominous premonition in his heart.

"Tell me about you? Why did you cultivate the Buddha and come to Brahma Temple? In the past 200 years, I don't know how many people are looking for you on the sea wilderness. "The mad monk said.

Amu also smiled bitterly, and then briefly talked about his own affairs.

"The Dharma is boundless, it will definitely dissolve everything!" the mad monk smiled faintly, looking at the sword marks that had faded a lot in the center of Amu's eyebrows.

"If you cultivate the Buddha lamp of the bitter sea, you will have endless Buddha fate! Then, today, I will lead you into the Brahma Temple to meet the three Buddhas of Brahma!"

After saying that, the mad monk stood up again, and then looked at the Brahma ancient temple, with endless compassion in his eyes.

Towering 10,000-year-old ancient temple, thousands of time. The mad monk was born in Dongling and grew up in Brahma Temple. Although he was expelled from the Brahma Temple, the fallen leaves always return to their roots.

This may be the mad monk, Zuihou once entered the Brahma Temple, and it is also something that he can do for Amu as a demon servant Zuihou.