Chapter 726: Kagu and Ancient Brahma

Following the location information given by Yang Zhiyuan, Xie Que moved and headed straight towards the depths of the void.

Along the way, the surrounding void became increasingly deep and quiet,

The darkness was as thick as ink, with occasional glimmers of light, but they were fleeting.

With its speed, it will be there in an instant.

The coffin is located in a small world.

It is not one of the original fragments of the Earthly Immortal Realm, but its scale is similar to that of the Little Beihai Realm.

It can be regarded as the most common kind of small world in the void.

But at this moment, Xie Que could clearly sense that,

This world is exuding an aura of decline, as if it has reached the end of its life.

It is about to usher in the ending of complete destruction in this endless void.

Xie Que looked intently, and immediately released his spiritual thoughts, heading towards the world.

In the blink of an eye, his spiritual thoughts swept through every corner of the world, and all kinds of information poured into his mind like a tide.

In this world, no matter men, women, old or young,

No matter in town or country, everyone, and even every creature, carries a strong scent of incense.

This means that they have extremely devout beliefs.

Xie Que narrowed his eyes slightly and continued to sort out the information.

The monks in this world, without exception, all devote themselves to a sect called "Skull Cult".

Those monks were wandering among various cities and villages in this world,

It conveys the will of "Luna Buddha" Gagu and urges mortals to work,

If any mortal slacks even a little bit, the monks will come forward and punish them in the name of "Luna Buddha".

Under such a rule, the whole world seems to be in order, but in fact it is depressing and dull.

Every year, when the crops are harvested and the workshops are busy, the fruits of people's hard work are

All will be confiscated according to a certain proportion, and these results will eventually be converted into gold after changing hands.

However, under the supervision of the monks, the craftsmen used the gold to build the huge golden body of the Kuana Buddha.

The golden body has not been built for thousands of years, but it still receives worship and worship every day.

Xie Que stood in the void, looking at the world in front of him, his heart filled with incredible feelings.

There is a faint aura of decay at the edge of this world, as if it has been riddled with holes by the years.

The spiritual power of heaven and earth is like a candle in the wind, which may be completely extinguished at any time.

Although the mountains and rivers still exist, they have a bleak charm about them.

The rivers no longer flowed, leaving only pools of stagnant water exuding a putrid smell.

What struck him as strange was that, despite signs of impending destruction everywhere,

But the outline of the entire world is still intact, and it does not appear to be fragmented or falling apart.

It is like a waning old man. Although his body functions are not as good as before,

The inside was already decaying, but it still maintained its integrity.

However, the laws of heaven and the consciousness of all sentient beings have fallen into silence and chaos.

Xie Que frowned slightly and probed deeply into his mind.

At this moment, he discovered that the laws of heaven in this world seemed to be disrupted by an invisible hand.

The consciousness of all sentient beings is even more chaotic. Their originally devout beliefs, emotions, and thoughts seem to have fallen into chaos.

Although the piety of the people is still there, they are a little more confused and fearful.

The monks were also trembling with fear and had no intention of seeking the truth.

Xie Que's curiosity is like a prairie fire, getting stronger and stronger.

In an instant, he saw the huge candle dragon head slowly emerging behind him.

Xie Que secretly assessed that compared to many worlds he had seen, this world was

It is indeed limited in scale, probably about the same size as the Little Beihai Realm.

As for its Heavenly Dao, it is not too powerful at first thought, and is probably almost the same as the Divine Sovereign Realm of Creation.

In this way, with his current strength, he should be able to explore without any worries.

Suddenly, the huge candle dragon shadow spread behind him,

Gradually, it became connected with the long river of time.

Zhulong's eyes seemed to have turned into two mirrors, reflecting the mysteries of this world one by one.

Just when Xie Que's consciousness penetrated deep into the place of origin,

I saw that somewhere in the long river of time, a golden streak caught his eyes.

A coffin!

Xie Que narrowed his eyes and immediately focused all his attention here.

The coffin was quietly suspended there, with countless chains protruding from it.

The chain is not an entity, but is condensed with Taoist rhyme.

By disrupting the law, it tightly traps the way of heaven in this world.

But this coffin carries the responsibility of heaven.

The coffin was extremely domineering, and it tightly gathered all the powers possessed by the Heavenly Dao under its control.

Whether it is the birth and death that determines the fate of all creatures in the world, or the operating rules that control the flow of spiritual machines in the world,

Or maybe the Tao Yun that maintains the order of the world is tightly controlled by this coffin.

It makes Tiandao like a puppet that has lost its ability to act independently and can only be at the mercy of the coffin.

However, the strange thing is that this coffin does not seem to want to completely let the way of heaven die.

It just suppressed it to a half-dead state, allowing the Heavenly Dao to maintain its weak existence and maintain the most basic form of the world with difficulty.

It is as if it is a deliberate means to make the world slowly move towards destruction in pain and struggle.

This kind of torture has enveloped the entire world in an atmosphere of depression and despair.

Xie Que finally understood why this world was about to be destroyed but still managed to remain intact.

Xie Que's eyes focused on the golden coffin again.

When I first looked at it, there was a faint layer of Buddha energy flowing around the coffin.

The Buddhist aura gives people an illusion of peace and compassion, as if this is not a coffin, but a sacred vessel of Buddhism and Taoism.

But if you take a closer look, you can see that what appears to be Buddhist aura is actually an extremely strong death aura.

The deathly air was like thick black mist, constantly seeping out from the gaps in the coffin.

It makes this area seem to have turned into an eerie underworld, with a sense of creepiness.

With just that quick glance, Xie Que felt as if he was instantly dragged into a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

There were piles of corpses in front of him, blood gathered into a vast ocean, and the pungent smell of blood penetrated straight into his nose.

As the Eyes of the Candle Dragon penetrate deeper and deeper, the scenes within it also extend towards the longer past.

The scenes in the river flashed quickly, and Xie Que stared at them intently, not missing any detail.

As the scenes of the long river of time continued to go back, Xie Que finally determined the specific time when the golden coffin appeared in this world.

More than eight hundred thousand years!

Over such a long period of time, it was like a cancer, quietly turning the world from prosperity to decline.

Before the arrival of this coffin, the mountains and rivers in this world were magnificent and all living beings were peaceful.

But since the arrival of the coffin, everything has changed.

The whole world has become depressing and dull, like a cage trapping all living beings in despair.

The three gods of creation who once existed were powerless to fight back when faced with this coffin.

Their strength and soul have also become the nutrients of the coffin.

Xie Que frowned. He felt the aura emanating from the coffin, and the more he felt it, the more surprised he felt.

In that breath, there was a feeling that was very similar to his own Qi and blood, but it was completely different.

The smell of the coffin seems extremely ancient, as if it carries the most decayed part of the long river of time.

The feeling was like mud rising from the bottom of a cesspool, and the stench was astounding.

It was a taste that had accumulated for countless years and had rotted to the core.

Xie Que was a little confused. Could it be that he was himself a million years ago?

Did he really encounter something unexpected, and was taken advantage of by an external demon, which led to this strange situation?

Xie Que continued to look back in time and space, but found something was wrong.

As time continued to turn back, the strange feeling in Xie Que's heart became more intense.

Xie Que frowned slightly. In his memory, he had indeed never known the existence of a Buddha like "Gagu".

But when he now touched the vague mark related to this person, an inexplicable feeling of familiarity surged in his heart.

It's as if I once had an intersection with the existence represented by this name in some distant corner.

It’s just that the memory is too vague and is deeply buried under the dust of the years.

It was difficult to recall clearly for a while. This familiar but elusive feeling made him more curious and alert.

Xie Que stood there, thinking quietly for a long time, with various thoughts flashing through his mind like a revolving lantern.

He repeatedly combed through the fragmented information he had obtained, searching for clues in the long river of time over and over again.

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Finally, at a certain moment, the originally chaotic thoughts in Xie Que's mind suddenly became clear.

This is not the Buddha of Samana.

Rather, they are ancient Sanskrit gods that existed before the founding of Buddhism.

This is information obtained from the past time and space of past Buddhas.

Because all the information about ancient Brahma religion was cut off from the long river of time by the past Buddhas.

The only people who can remember it are these fire bearers.

Ancient Sanskrit is a sect that has been buried in the dust for a long time. Its history is even older than Buddhism, and it can be regarded as the predecessor of today's Buddhism.

In that long time ago, the reputation of ancient Sanskrit religion in the world could be described as "cruel" and "terrifying".

The teachings they followed and the methods they used were extremely primitive and bloody.

At that time, ancient Sanskritism believed that all things had animism, and believed that divine will was unpredictable, with rampant pantheism, ecstasy, and supernatural powers.

Ancient Sanskritism upholds the concept that all things have spirits. In their view, every plant, tree, insect and beast in the world is

Even the mountains, rivers, wind, clouds, thunder and lightning all contain wisdom and soul, and are worthy of worship.

Xie Que speculated that this being named "Gagu"

Judging from various signs, it is very likely that he was the deity in ancient Sanskrit religion.

Thinking of this, Xie Que already had a guess.

Since this "Gagu" has such a close connection with ancient Sanskrit religion, and is now involved in many strange things,

Could it be that those old Buddhas had some kind of collusion with ancient Brahma?

After all, although the ancient Brahma religion is mysterious, the old Buddha also has unfathomable strength and methods.

If the two join forces, what they can plan will definitely be earth-shattering.

But Xie Que was still full of doubts.

According to common sense, since the founding of Buddhism, the ancient Sanskrit religion has

It was surrounded and suppressed by all forces, and should have been completely exterminated in the end.

But now, traces related to the ancient Brahma religion have emerged, and they are even involved in such a complicated situation.

And who is secretly protecting the ancient Brahma religion so that it can survive in the long river of history?

Following the traces, Xie Que directly found the location of Gagu's consciousness.

It was between a Jedi valley.

Xie Que was not in a hurry to take action. He wanted to see how cruel and bloody this ancient Brahma god was.

In this valley, the surrounding mountains tower into the clouds, but they are like sharp saw teeth, cutting the sky into pieces.

The sun struggled to squeeze in, but could only shed a few bleak rays.

Let this valley be shrouded in darkness all year round.

Xie Que stepped into the valley with just a thought, and a pungent smell of putrid smell and blood hit his face.

The ground under his feet had long been soaked with blood and became muddy, and he could even feel the sticky touch.

In the center of the valley, a huge and dilapidated temple stands quietly.

The walls of the temple are covered with black vines, and the vines are covered with sharp thorns.

The door of the temple is open, and the red paint on the door has long been mottled and peeled off, revealing the rotten wood inside.

Dark red oozes faintly between the textures of the wood, like blood that once flowed.

The temple was filled with a stronger smell of blood.

In the dim light, a strange-looking statue could be seen standing tall.

This statue resembles Buddha, but it has three heads and six arms and is covered in purple.

His face was twisted and ferocious, his eyes were so protruding that they looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets, and his mouth was grinning from ear to ear, revealing fierce fangs.

There were also strands of something that looked like pieces of meat hanging from the corner of his mouth, making people feel scalp numb just by looking at it.

There are strings of rosary beads strung from human skulls hanging on the statue.

In the empty eye sockets of the skull, it seems that the fear and despair of the deceased still remain.

In the center of the temple is a high platform made of bones.

On the high platform, there is a huge bronze tripod.

The flames under the cauldron were burning brightly. The flames were not the usual red color, but a strange blue color.

The flames licked the body of the tripod, making the ancient characters on the bronze tripod seem to come alive.

These words kept twisting and struggling, as if trying to break free from the shackles of the cauldron.

At this time, a group of ancient Sanskrit believers in black robes slowly walked over, their black robes stained with dried blood.

Everyone's face is wearing a pale mask, with simple facial features outlined in red lines on the mask, but it looks increasingly weird.

Especially the position of the eyes gave off a cold and dead aura, like a dead person.

After the believers stood around the high platform, they dragged out several tightly tied living people from the corners of the temple.

The eyes of those living people were full of fear and despair, their mouths were blocked by cloth strips, and they could only make a dull sound of "woo woo".

The body struggled desperately, but under the dragging of the believers, it seemed so weak, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, being pulled to the high platform.

I saw a leader of the cult walking up to a living person, raising his scimitar, and slashing the person's abdomen without hesitation.

In an instant, blood spurted out like a fountain, splashed on the high platform, flowed down the gaps between the bones, and gathered into the pool of blood that had already formed on the ground.

The cultist put his hand expressionlessly into the wound that was still bleeding, and pulled out the man's internal organs.

The internal organs were still filled with warm body temperature and were trembling slightly in his hands.

But this scene made the surrounding believers let out a low cheer.

Then, another believer picked up a sharp ax and chopped at the neck of another living person.

With a "click", the head fell to the ground and rolled to the side. The empty eyes looked at the ceiling, and the expression of panic before death was still frozen on the face.

The believers picked up the human head and placed it respectfully next to the bronze cauldron, as if it was the most precious sacrifice to their god.

As the ceremony continued, the smell of blood in the temple became stronger and stronger, almost turning into a substantial blood mist.

The pungent smell made people almost suffocate, but the followers of the ancient Sanskrit religion became more and more into a state of fanaticism.

They muttered words that seemed to be Buddhist scriptures but were different.

Their voices became louder and louder, and the whole temple began to tremble violently.

The stones on the wall fell rustlingly, and the raised dust filled the blood mist. (End of chapter)