One Thousand Six Hundred and Two Shengzi Mingxuan

In the early morning of the next day, when the sun shines on Ziyang City, a ray of Buddha's light descends on Ziyang City along with the sunrise.

The Buddha's light spread out like a lotus flower, revealing a spotless monk in white clothes. His appearance was handsome and delicate, like a green lotus, which was extraordinary and free from vulgarity.

If it is a crowded place, the noise may be stopped immediately because of his appearance. He is naturally peaceful and can infect the world.

Unfortunately, the place where he landed was the dilapidated street where the Xianyun Building was located.

The thick smell of blood has not dissipated until now, and it is already a famous ghost street in Ziyang City. It is said that in the middle of the night, ghosts crying and howling wolves can be heard, and no one is willing to clean up the corpses.

The prosperity has faded away, leaving only blood that can't be washed away, and the bare bones after being pecked by vultures.

The white-clothed monk held a Buddhist bead and looked around with his deep, dark eyes.

After a while, he closed his eyes and recited the scriptures, with his right hand forming the Buddhist seal of compassion and compassion on his chest, and his left hand twirling a prayer bead.

The holy Buddha light emanates from him like a peaceful holy light.

The evil spirit of blood in the air was swept away by the light, and immediately expelled. The bloody air became fresh again, and white light clusters floated out from the bones.

Whoosh whoosh!

The agitation of countless corpses turned into merit and escaped into his body, and when he opened his eyes, there was a bright and innocent luster flickering.

Make those eyes appear more deep, holy and flawless.

The right hand is stretched out, the soft and white fingers change, and the seal of compassion for heaven and earth is transformed into the seal of Buddhism.

The scenes that I had witnessed before appeared one by one, flickering and fading on the dilapidated street.

Soon, he found the picture he needed.

That was the scene of Xiao Chen fighting with the crowd and beheading the enemies one after another.

The picture changed again, the Arhat in black was escorted by a group of people, knelt down on the ground, beat continuously, endured all kinds of torture, without saying a word.

On the other side, Aunt Bai and the three elders discussed quickly and decided to sell it.

After he understood the ins and outs, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his expression was quite interesting.

"Scatter!"

The white-clothed monk groaned softly, just after being sucked into his body by him, the impetuosity of sins had been washed away, and he turned into beams of light and shadows and flew out of his body.

He actually didn't want these pure and impetuous merits, but released them.

If people from the Buddhist sect were here, they would definitely be surprised.

People in Buddhism practice, what they seek is merit and faith. If he doesn't need merit and saves others for free, what is he seeking?

Only when you look carefully, you will find out that with the departure of that soul.

His eyes, as well as his body, seemed to have been washed, becoming more pure and peaceful.

"Unfortunately, such a good opportunity has been missed."

The monk in white sighed softly, turned into a beam of Buddha light, and disappeared here.

The original yin? The dilapidated streets full of blood and evil spirits are full of yin and blood, but they are completely new, like a newborn place, full of thriving atmosphere.

Today is the day when Ziyun Pavilion auctions the Venerable Great Yuan Pill. After a day of fermentation, the news has already caused a huge commotion in the entire Ziyang City.

Auctioning slaves is not unheard of, but the people of Ziyang City can auction the venerables of the Great Yuan Dan Realm, but it is unheard of and unseen.

Just imagine, if you can have a venerable of the Great Yuan Dan Realm as a slave, it will really not be too pleasant.

Almost all the rich and powerful people in the city flocked here, preparing a large amount of spiritual jade to bid for.

Most of them are martial artists watching the excitement.

If you can’t afford it, open your eyes and see the excitement, it’s still ok.

Moreover, it was rumored that this black-clothed arhat had a close relationship with Xiao Chen, and this auction was a joint effort between the three sects and Ziyun Pavilion.

I want to wait for Xiao Chen to show up and let him throw himself into the trap.

Judging from Xiao Chen's deeds of defending the Xianyun Building for his friends and fighting repeatedly, many people have speculated.

Even though he knew it was a pit of fire and a trap, Xiao Chen would definitely come.

No reason, it's because he is Xiao Chen, who only stayed in Ziyang City for a few days, but his name spread everywhere, let everyone know the name of Xiao Chen in white clothes, most of the spectators are actually for he comes.

In the upper corner of Ziyun Building, Aunt Bai, and the three elders of Burning Moon Sect, Ice and Snow Villa, and Chasing Wind Building looked down and saw everyone in the hall clearly.

"Damn it, that guy hasn't shown up yet." The white-robed old man in Ice Snow Villa frowned impatiently.

The old man in Tsing Yi said: "Don't worry, he will definitely appear, but he will definitely be able to hide from our eyes and ears. If we find him so easily, then he is not Xiao Chen."

The beautiful woman Bai Aunt gritted her teeth and said: "As long as that kid shows up, this Ziyun Pavilion will be his burial place. I have already dispatched all the masters of Ziyun Pavilion to hide everywhere."

In addition, the three major sects have also re-deployed and transferred experts from the sects.

Not only inside the Ziyun Pavilion, but there are people everywhere, even outside the Ziyun Pavilion there are disciples from various sects lurking secretly.

As long as Xiao Chen appears, there will be no escape, this is a situation that must die.

"Let's start the auction, I don't believe it, he won't come out." The old man in red from the Burning Moon Sect said coldly.

Bai Yi nodded and made a gesture, and someone started to make noise in the dark.

one.[,! ] Everything is being carried out according to plan, methodical and swift.

Soon, the black-clothed Arhat was pushed out, his whole body was tied with chains, and he appeared on the booth in a humiliating way.

Wow!

The crowd immediately boiled, and the sounds of screams were endless.

It is really the venerable of the Great Yuan Dan Realm, Ziyun Pavilion's propaganda is true, and many potential buyers suddenly became excited.

The auction host smiled and said: "As we all know, today is my big day in Ziyun Pavilion, and this venerable who is tied to the booth will be auctioned off."

"Please don't worry about safety. The masters of the three sects have planted restrictions in his body. If he resists a little, he will explode and die. Whoever is his master is in charge of his life and death. If he refuses to accept it, he will die." have to obey."

"My reputation in Ziyun Pavilion has always been excellent, everyone can rest assured and bid!"

Under the introduction of the host, the scene quickly entered the bidding stage, and the price soared all the way, which made people feel the enthusiasm and determination of the bidders.

But the faces of the four people above the high level became a little bit ugly, because it was still calm and Xiao Chen still didn't show up.

At this moment, a white figure came outside Ziyun Pavilion.

Standing outside the street, he was outstanding, with outstanding demeanor, dressed in a white monk robe and handsome face, with a soft and peaceful aura, which attracted the attention of everyone on the street.

"What a handsome monk!" Many women, even attracted by this face, couldn't help but praise softly.

You can see how powerful it is.

The monk in white looked at the Ziyun Pavilion with deep eyes, making people wonder what he wanted to do.

Suddenly, he stretched out his right hand, with the palm facing down, the index finger and middle finger bent together, and the Buddhist beads hung on the two fingers, forming a mysterious mudra.

White as jade, the spotless hand is full of gentle beauty, and everyone's eyes are fixed on the white right hand.

Attracted by the mysterious handprint, I can't take my eyes off it.

Suddenly, a golden swastika imprint exploded from the handprint.

There was a loud bang, and in the endless golden Buddha light, the Ziyun Pavilion, which occupies a vast area and was simple and magnificent, instantly collapsed.

And the people inside, just before the collapse, were still excitedly quoting, and the high-level Aunt Bai and the others were still waiting anxiously.

Without any warning, Ziyun Pavilion collapsed into ruins, and countless people were killed or injured inside.

Countless corpses were blown into pieces and thrown in the air. In the golden Buddha light, blood rained across the sky, stumps and broken arms flew up and down, dazzling the eyes.

The people around Ziyun Pavilion had shocked expressions, their brains were short-circuited for a moment, they couldn't turn the corner at all, and they were blown away by the aftermath the next moment.

The white-clothed monk withdrew his hands, his lips moved slightly, and recited scriptures. The black-clothed arhat who was buried in the ruins was restrained in his body, and as the scriptures spread, they were released one by one.

"Who are you?"

The four Aunt Bai fell from the sky in shock and anger, and surrounded the monks in white. You could see a trace of blood on the corners of their mouths, and their faces were pale.

The white-clothed monk smiled slightly, stopped chanting, and said softly: "The holy son of the Black Lotus Sect, Mingxuan."

The faces of the elders of the three sects and Aunt Bai changed drastically at the same time, their expressions constantly changing, surprise, astonishment, panic, panic, it can be described as extremely wonderful.

The circle surrounding the white-clothed monk loosened uncontrollably, and his footsteps retreated, fearful in his heart, with the intention of retreating.

"die!"

But now he wanted to leave, but it was too late, a black figure jumped out from the ruins, carrying all the power of Buddha. With a loud roar, holding a black chain in his hand, he rushed towards the four of them and killed them.