The stiff limbs and the moving arms always give people an awkward feeling, but at this moment, Xu Lin just felt a little afraid, afraid of this person's approach.

"Looks like you just sealed the scroll!"

When Wang Kui's face showed a smile again, Xu Lin's words were a little weak, and the Yuantong monk even lowered his head and recited a Buddha name, but his voice was extremely low.

Three Souls Together!

With a sneer, the body began to wither, and its bark-like skin seemed to have been drained.

At that time, the painting monk threw the three picture scrolls into the world, which was a kind of guidance, and it also had the meaning of self-exile, until it took nearly a thousand years to repair the soul completely, and then devoured the soul and flesh of the monk in this place one after another, which was half complete.

So the painting monk stretched out his hand, and when a gray light rose, the picture scroll that was originally sealed suddenly broke out of the control of the Yuantong monk, and the Yuantong monk just let it fly away from him, but Xu Lin's face tightened at the same time, the whistling was the sound of the wind, and there were bursts of howls like ghosts crying.

It was a resentful creature, a soulless soul, which poured into the withered body in the gray light, and instantly filled it again, and the resentful spirits swept in the painting scroll over the years finally had its due effect at this moment.

But there are still shortcomings!

Xu Lin thought silently, at least the rat goblins on his scroll of drawing paper had been released by himself, but there were so many resentful spirits on the scroll of painting paper that Xu Lin was a little dumbfounded and unimaginable.

There is also a scroll, which is the scroll where the painting monk originally lived, and a monster with the head of a bull and a snake body appeared, and when his eyes were cloudy and bright, he greedily glanced at Xu Lin and the Yuantong monk. He also entered the body of the painting monk, and at this time, Xu Lin actually had the idea of retreating.

A Cun Zài who was powerful back then, a Cun Zài who could kill the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect in the palm of his hand, no matter how seriously injured, it was not something that he could bear in front of him, but he still knew his secret. Then under the decision, they all came to a dilemma.

A Zen staff, thrown in the air, a hidden golden light, in the gray sky, like a meteor falling into the sky, but not for a short time like fireworks, but stuck in the air, emitting a more fiery light. In the deep chanting voice of the Yuantong monk, the golden light revealed a peaceful meaning.

Desperate to the death?

Xu Lin looked at the calm face of the Yuantong monk, and knew what was hidden behind the quietness, which was the madness of ignoring a qiē, it was because of a teacher's mission, which was a kind of profundity that Xu Lin could not understand, so the Yuantong monk really did it.

Just as Xu Lin expected.

"The Buddha is reincarnated. Take my body as a bridge and my thoughts as a guide. The road to Infernal Hell. ”

After speaking, the monk Yuantong raised his head, the golden light in his eyes flowed, and the Zen staff above his head was even more golden, and at the same time, his voice said: "Guide the evil spirits to return to the world and sink to the bottom of hell." I would like to be with you!"

Xu Lin took a step back, even if he didn't understand Buddhism, he knew that this was an oath of great wishes, but it was a mantra at the cost of his life, so what a monk did. It is to be martyred!

Blaming the last resentful spirit in his body, a pair of bloody eyes has a feeling of choosing someone to devour, but in the next moment, from red to dark, until the eyes that are back to normal color, they are not shocked.

So Wang Kui's body also began to change, but what made it even more difficult for people to breathe was the blazing golden light in mid-air, magnificent, and the peaceful color, like the sunshine that warmed people's hearts, seemed to be able to wash a qiē clean, and gave people a sense of stability.

But Wang Kui's body was still changing, and the withered body began to become fuller, and after the gray complexion also became shiny, the change in his face did not surprise Xu Lin at all, because it was still the face of a painted monk, just like a small novice in the temple, and his face was always filled with a happy smile.

But is there really happiness behind the smile?

From this face, Xu Lin seemed to see the endless unjust souls, those who were poisoned by it, roaring in grief and indignation, until the golden light fell in mid-air, and it became silent again.

"Extradition reincarnation?" The painter still stood in place, not avoiding the golden light that fell on him, but because of his own gray light, it became a sharp contrast with the brilliance of this golden light.

Monk Yuantong did not reply, but chanted the Dharma as before, with a calm expression without a trace of ripples on the emotion.

"This is the Dharma that only exists in the realm of a real person, and you dare to use it even if you are a monk who has just entered the step void?"

This was the loudest rebuke of the painting monk so far, but the monk Yuantong was still silent, and did what he had to do very seriously.

"Aren't you afraid to build a bridge, but you can't take it back, and lead the demons of hell into the world?"

"You alone are like a group of evil spirits in hell, and since you are powerless, the poor monk is willing to use the soul of life to lead you to hell. ”

Monk Yuantong replied without any hesitation, which not only made the painting monk frown at the same time, but also seemed to remember something, and the painting monk couldn't help but lose his voice: "How long have you been sending this grand wish?"

With a bitter smile, Monk Yuantong looked at the painting monk with a calm and steady gaze, and replied in a very calm tone: "From the moment he entered the temple, everyone in the vein of the poor monk made a grand wish, even if he couldn't seal the master in the painting, he would go to hell together!"

After speaking, the monk Yuantong stretched out his palm, and in his palm, there were more than a dozen blood-red beads, and each of them exuded a layer of misty golden light, and there was a sound of Buddha singing into the ear, trance and ethereal, but there was no trace to be found.

"Relic?" Xu Lin finally couldn't help but say in surprise, but what was even more surprised was the painting monk at this time.

I saw his gloomy face looking at the palm of the Yuantong monk's hand, and then watched the dozen or so relics slowly float into the air, but in an instant, it was a louder and clearer sound of Buddha's thoughts.

The figures slowly appeared under the gaze, which was the appearance of monks, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, full of comfort and remembrance of compassion.

Monk Yuantong looked at one of the figures motionlessly, and when tears dripped down, he said softly: "Master, disciple, this is the fulfillment of this nearly thousand years of ambition." ”

So the Buddha's thoughts were all over the sky, and the golden light was slanted down, in this small space, there was a sense of peace everywhere, but then there was a cold wind blowing, from the ground, but Xu Lin clearly felt that it was more like coming from the soles of his feet.

It was an extremely familiar feeling, just like the cold qi on his blood sword, it was the cold feeling from the Nine Shadows, penetrating into the depths of his soul.

However, at this moment, what is even more dazzling is the Yuantong monk, only to see his whole body, the golden light gushing at the same time, is from the inside to the outside of the Yuan Qi power, all surging out, Xu Lin retreated one after another, between the spirits and souls were completely shocked by this momentum, the Zen staff in mid-air, as well as the more than a dozen Buddhist figures, suddenly at the same time, a vibration came, but it was very real.

It seemed that the whole earth was shaking, until a crack appeared, a realm of nothingness, and the ghost aura of Sen Han penetrated every pore of his body, Xu Lin couldn't help but shudder, but the painting monk showed a smile on his face, and then looked at the virtual images in mid-air quite meaningfully, until he landed on the figure of a person.

"Senior brothers of the same sect, really miss the little monk, you can come up with such a way to end it, do you really think that the little monk can be restrained?"

It's that brush again, Xu Lin raised his eyebrows, the previous battle, at the most critical time, it was precisely because the painting monk exposed this brush, casually in the air, there was a soul transfer thing happened, if it wasn't for his own spiritual sense, it would be difficult to detect at all, and at this time, the painting monk wanted to fight again?

Xu Lin's footsteps began to retreat, he really didn't want to be the fish in the pond that was affected, especially when these two people started to go crazy, both sides would no longer care about their lives, so there was no longer any thought mixed in, Xu Lin wanted to run.

But it's up to you!

Like the awakening of a vicious beast, after a long sleep, its ferocious fangs finally lit up, and its sharp edge pointed to the place where the painter was, and the direction of the paintbrush in the monk's hand was the black hole that was full of nothingness. (To be continued......)