"Master Tianxiu!" Amu hurriedly hurried over. Back then, in Baicheng in the north, the mad monk was once kind to Amu. At this time, how could Amu turn a blind eye?

"Amu ......" When the mad monk saw Amu in front of him, he was also stunned, and his expression was complicated.

"Hmm!" Amu hugged the mad monk and couldn't help but have mixed feelings. Because the old monk in front of him is sloppy, but he is no longer a master of scattering souls, but a mortal monk.

"Master, your cultivation is ......" For a while, Amu was stuck in his throat, and he didn't know what to ask.

Amu wanted to help the mad monk up, but was stopped by the mad monk shaking his head.

"Everything has cause and effect, and I am self-destructive. I don't need to ask much for the time being, until I have finished this Brahma step. The mad monk's eyes are no longer the madness of the past, but full of compassion and a trace of fatigue and helplessness.

"Uh, self-destruct cultivation!" Amu was stunned.

Soul Scattering Cultivators can be regarded as the pinnacle of the Sea Wilderness, after all, there are very few people who rob the realm. The Seven Great Immortal Sects of the Sea Desolation also regard the Soul Scattering Cultivator as their first-class existence.

A monk, from meditation to soul dispersion, does not know how many difficulties and endless time he has experienced. Ordinary monks need thousands of years of cultivation before they can enter the threshold of soul dispersion, and those who are already the lucky and the best among the monks.

Why is it so difficult to become a cultivator at the level of Soul Scattering who will self-destruct his cultivation.

However, at this time, there were many pilgrims on the steps of the Burning Sky, and it was inconvenient for Amu to ask deeply. I can only let the crazy monk kowtow step by step, and go towards the gate of Brahma Mountain.

Amu frowned and watched.

The mad monk and Amu's cultivation that day was completely different, Amu did not have a fairy root in the first place, and Danhai was sealed, but the mad monk's immortal root was broken, and Danhai was completely destroyed.

The mad monk is not a fairy bone demon body, he is completely a weak old monk at this time. Kneeling and crawling all the way, kowtowing, I don't know how long I walked, Amu blamed himself for being careless, and he only found out at this time.

The mad monk's knees were blurred with blood, and there were already blood marks on his forehead. If it weren't for the power of the blessed faith that had been floating on the Eye Sea Peak, which kept nourishing him, I am afraid that the mad monk would not have been able to reach this Brahma level.

Amu flipped it with one hand, and a spirit pill was now in his hand.

"Master!" Amu respectfully sent the elixir to the mad monk's mouth.

However, the mad monk waved his hand and smiled faintly: "Only when you are sincere can you see the Buddha! Walking through the steps of three thousand Brahma is walking through three thousand great shijie." I have come to atone for my sins, and I have only sought deliverance, how can this be?"

The mad monk did not accept the elixir, but still knelt down and went forward.

On the top of the steps, where the mad monk walked, there were traces of blood, but they disappeared in an instant. It seems that this Brahma level has also been blessed by the Dharma.

At this time, although the Brahma Mountain Gate is visible, there are at least eight or nine hundred steps.

The mad monk is extremely pious, meticulous in his movements, kneeling, prostrating, getting up, kneeling, prostrating, getting up, and moving forward without stopping.

Bow down all the way, blood all the way, look forward to it all the way!

Is that the ultimate kind of faith and piety? Amu was slightly moved.

At this time, among the pilgrims, who would have thought that this old monk with tattered clothes and blood-stained knees would be a demonic and strong man in the sea wilderness.

"Atonement?" Amu sighed, feeling in his heart that the matter of the mad monk might be related to the Emperor of the Desolation. Back then, there were three people in the small store in the ghost town.

Xiao Tianting, the emperor of the Taihuang Wilderness, the five sons of the essence of plum blossoms, and the crazy monk of this sea wilderness.

Although Amu is not very clear about the relationship between the Emperor of the Great Desolation and the mad monk, the mad monk will definitely not just covet the seven-star bitter dew and stay in the small hotel for a long time, I am afraid it is definitely not just to save those unjust souls who have died in Baicheng.

"Isn't it the mad monk who helped the Emperor of the Taihuang and broke out of the seal of the ghost town shop?"

Back then, I don't know who imprisoned the emperor of the desolation in Baicheng, with vast snow and countless souls. If there is no one to help, I am afraid that the emperor of the wilderness will definitely not be able to get out of the Baicheng shop.

"Dangdang—" A rather loud bell interrupted Amu's thoughts.

The mad monk folded his hands and bowed one step at a time, and Amu slowly followed behind him. The rest of the Brahma steps actually made Amu feel a little long.

At this time, there are countless worshippers around, converging in a stream and heading straight to the Brahma Temple.

The ancient temple of Brahma is in front of you.

Brahma Temple has been established for tens of thousands of years, located on the peak of the sea of eyes, just like the Buddha world fell on the world.

In the faint clouds and mist, the Buddha's light is hazy, just like a fairyland. Ancient trees are towering to the sky, surrounded by yellow walls, and golden glazed tiles are shining. The main temple of Brahma, the Buddha hall is numerous, magnificent, holy and solemn.

This is the first Buddha gate in the sea wilderness, and it is the closest place to the Buddha.

On both sides of the mountain gate, each place a tall tripod, the incense in the tripod is rolling, and the Buddha smoke goes straight up.

Countless believers put the spiritual incense they carried up from the bottom of the mountain into the Dading, and then chanted the words in their mouths.

Wish, hope, pray!

It is said that these two big tripods were established by the founding monks of Brahma Temple, and they are the treasures of Brahma Temple. Among them, the incense burns for tens of thousands of years. People who are destined can see the shadow of the Buddha in the misty Buddha smoke.

The devotion of the believers of the Brahma Temple is no less than that of the Immortal Ghost Sect. It's just that these Buddhist believers don't have the same fanaticism as the people of Heishui. They are pious and courteous, and more often they integrate that faith into their bodies and minds.

If the Immortal Ghost Sect is the blazing heat of darkness, then the Brahma Temple is the piety of light.

The mountain gate of Brahma Temple is wide open, allowing believers to come and go, and there is no monk who knows the guest to collect a spirit stone.

"Ghost heart and Buddha heart, it's really incompatible!" Thinking that he needed to deliver spirit stones to enter the Ten Thousand Saints Palace of the Immortal Ghost Sect, Amu couldn't help but sigh.

At this time, the mad monk knelt and climbed a step up, and his body was already a little staggering.

"My Buddha is merciful, eliminate my evil obstacles, and grant me mercy!" The mad monk folded his hands and knelt down again in front of the Brahma Mountain Gate, and then bowed respectfully three times, and two lines of turbid tears rolled down his eyes.

"Master!" After walking through the steps of Brahma, Amu can finally go over and help the mad monk, and at this time, if there is no Amu to support the mad monk, I am afraid that he will not be able to stand up.

Inside the empty trouser tube, the mad monk was skinny.

The Danhai was destroyed, and the fairy roots were broken. Unless it is an immortal demon body like Amu, this monk's physical body is not as good as an ordinary mortal.

The moment Amu picked up the mad monk, a supreme Buddha aura went straight over. This Buddha aura was enough to make the mad monk's injuries heal by half.

"Oh!" this time the mad monk did not refuse Amu's kindness, but smiled faintly, "Buddha Qi?"

Although he was defeated as a mortal, some of the knowledge of the mad monk was naturally still there.

"Master, this is not a place to speak!" Amu helped the mad monk to an extremely secluded corner outside the mountain gate. A piece of bluestone, an ancient pine, Amu asked the mad monk to sit down and take a short rest.

"Hey!" the mad monk laughed bitterly at himself.

"Master, what's going on?" Amu asked with a frown.

"Alas, it's just cause and effect!" the mad monk shook his head with emotion, and then suddenly looked at Amu Dao, "I haven't seen you for more than 200 years, and you have really cultivated the Dharma with a demonic cultivator!

"I've heard about you before!" the mad monk sighed, "Carrying the Demon Coffin, it should be the inheritance of the Demon Lang, and the Blue Devil is all based on you, so the Demon Lang Order should also be on you, right?"

Amu nodded.

"Then, my mad monk should also call you a master!" but—" The mad monk paused, and then said bitterly, "I have lost my qualifications as a demon servant. ”

"Huh?" Amu was taken aback, "Master Tianxiu, also a demon servant?"

"That's right, otherwise, how could I help you back then? It's just because you have a demonic aura, and the master you are looking for, Wang Jue, once held the Demon Lang Order. ”

Speaking of the identity of the demon servant, the mad monk's eyes flashed with a nameless brilliance, which was the same kind of pride as when he said that he was a demon servant.

Painstaking Son, Master Tianxiu, and Blue Devil are all amazing and brilliant people in the sea wilderness, and they are all proud of their demon servants.

"Master!" Amu thought of Wang Jue, and couldn't help but feel that Master's shijie was so deep and distant.

What kind of liliang and charm is that, so that these sea wilderness wizards bend their hearts for them?

"How many demon servants are there in the sea wilderness?" Amu asked, looking at the mad monk.

The mad monk smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Except for the demon lang, I probably don't know! Perhaps, the green devil knows." However, every demon servant is not an ordinary person! we sometimes don't even know each other's existence. ”

As he spoke, the mad monk's eyes darkened, probably remembering that no matter how proud the demon servant was, he was never qualified to become a demon servant again.

"Master, don't be sad. Amu said solemnly, "Demon Lang Ling, in my hands, I said that you are a demon servant, you are a demon servant! A servant for one day, a servant for life!"

"Huh?" a hint of surprise flashed in the mad monk's eyes, obviously quite excited.

Demon servants have their own pride, and demon servants are also their lifelong glory. Needless to say, Molang is a genius, but there is an extremely ruthless side to Molang's temperament.

The idea that a useless person cannot become a demon servant is deeply ingrained in the hearts of demon servants.

"A servant for a day, a servant for life!" muttered the mad monk, which was also their vow to become a demon servant in the first place. But at this time, when Amu said the situation of the mad monk from Amu's mouth, the meaning was naturally completely different.

"Tianxiu, bow to the master!" the mad monk had tears rolling down his eyes, struggled to kneel, and kowtowed excitedly to Amu.

"The devil is the back of the Buddha, but he, like the Buddha, will not give up on anyone!" Amu said calmly.

At the same time, Amu did not hide from the prostrations of the mad monk. One is because he wants to fulfill the wish of Master Tianxiu, and the other is that he is bowed by Master Tianxiu, which is actually a kind of responsibility.

Amu wants to take over everything from Master Wang Jue, that is, Molang.

An abnormal emotion swollen in Amu's chest. That's a kind of pride, a kind of ambition!

At the same time, Amu felt the magic order in the Qiankun Ruyi bracelet, and suddenly there was a shock and heat. It was a feeling of destiny connected.

The demon lang and the demon servant are by no means just masters and servants, it is a kind of intertwined condensation of faith and life.

At this moment, Amu felt a kind of unfinished mission of the magic lang.

In the heavens and on the earth, only the demons are exalted!