Chapter 131 The Stone Temple in the Painting
Qizhou, Qingling Prefecture, Yulu County.
Under the bright winter sun, seven wooden carts slowly moved towards this mountain called Baixiang Mountain. The carts were pulled not by horses, but by monsters.
Jackals, black panthers, black bears... exactly seven of them, all of which are common beasts in the mountains. Their sizes are much larger than ordinary animals.
In addition to their seven-headed animal spirits, there is also a golden-haired ape spirit in front of the car. He is wearing a monk's robe, with rosary beads hanging around his neck, and is holding a pig leg in his hand and putting it into his mouth.
"Get to my master within half an hour, otherwise your blood sacrifice and a bunch of beasts pulling a cart will be useless."
The golden-haired ape spirit spoke human words, and sprayed saliva on the smooth fur of the black bear's essential oil.
"You humiliate me?" The black bear spirit was not very bright, but he understood that the golden-haired ape was humiliating it.
With a furious roar, the bear spirit turned around, whipped up a gust of evil wind and pounced directly on it.
"Seek death." The golden-haired ape spirit was extremely disdainful.
Before the black bear spirit could pounce on him, it struck out a Buddha seal, and with a muffled "bang" sound, the bear spirit's skull was smashed by the palm and fell into the mud.
The remaining six spirit beasts pulling the cart had their fur standing on end and opened their mouths, with a look of fear on their faces.
"Junior Brother Hui Ren, if you kill it, don't you want me to pull the cart!" A sigh came from the wooden cart, and the person who made the voice was a young monk.
After saying that, he got up and got out of the car, and carried the black bear spirit's body into the car.
There were eight corpses of warriors on this cart alone. Now a black bear was added to the cart, and it was really not easy to drag them along in the mud.
Looking at the other six wooden carts, the corpses of warriors were also piled up.
They went down the mountain and killed more than forty warriors. They followed the master's instructions to do good and eliminate evil. The dead were all gang warriors who had caused harm to the party.
"Why bother Senior Brother Huiyuan? I'm here to pull the cart. Master wanted to sacrifice blood to the stone temple, and this blind bear just happened to be sacrificed." The golden-haired ape spirit dropped the pig leg in his hand, turned around and grabbed the handle of the cart.
The monk named Huiyuan pondered for a moment, then nodded seriously and said, "That makes sense. Junior brother, please get in the car too."
Under the horrified gazes of the other six-headed monsters, Huiyuan's monk's clothes tore open, and four slender, deformed arms suddenly stretched out.
There were four "puff" sounds, and four more blood holes appeared on the body of the golden-haired ape spirit.
"My Buddha is compassionate." Huiyuan said the Buddha's name and threw the body onto the wooden cart.
The young monk grasped the handlebar with six arms, Buddha light loomed all over his body, and he showed no signs of fatigue while pulling the cart.
The six wooden carts behind him carried far fewer bodies, so the six-headed spirits pulled the cart much slower than the monk.
More than half an hour later, one person and six spirits came to the door of a ruined temple in the mountains.
The ruined temple is surrounded by weeds and there is no path in sight.
There are broken bricks and tiles in the temple, and only two tile-roofed houses have not collapsed. In the temple where the Buddha statue was originally placed, only a broken wall is still standing.
"Master, senior brother." The monk named Huiyuan raised his voice and greeted him.
In front of the broken wall of the Buddhist hall, four monks sat cross-legged among the withered grass, turning a blind eye to Huiyuan's return.
The four monks were headed by an old monk, and the other three had middle-aged faces. The four of them looked like they were possessed, their four eyes fixed on the murals on the wall.
Like Huiyuan, they have four slender arms in addition to their arms.
At the moment, the four people clasped their hands together and waved their four slender arms back and forth, observing the murals and practicing Buddhist seals.
The mural is mottled and unclear, and it can be vaguely seen that it is a stone temple. There are three large characters on the stone tablet at the entrance of the temple: Cangtuo Temple.
The stone temple depicted in this painting has a completely different style than the stone temples of that time.
On the door of the stone temple, there are two skeletons. At first glance, they look like paintings within a painting, but if you look closely, they look like skeletons embedded in the door.
This middle-aged man, the four monks seemed to have entered a state of selflessness, focusing entirely on the stone temple on the mural, staring closely at the two skeletons on the temple door, imitating the skeletons and making gestures.
There was silence all around, looking from outside the ruined temple.
What one person and six spirits saw was that four people were sitting under a broken wall in the ruined grass, without saying a word, and the four slender arms on their backs were dancing wildly. The scene was strange.
It wasn't until the seven wooden carts were pulled into the courtyard that the four monks calmed down and looked sideways.
"Hui Yuan has come at the right time. Disciples, please refine the blood essence first. When I arrive, we will make blood sacrifices to this temple and enter to practice."
"Yes, Master."
When they turned around to look, their eyes were bloodshot, and they didn't know how long they stared at the mural.
Huiyuan didn't rest either. He dragged the corpses off the car and took out the hearts of each one to refine the blood essence.
As for the lifeless Junior Brother Hui Nin in the car, that is, the golden-haired ape spirit, the old monk showed no mercy to the spirit disciple, and instead trained him more carefully. After all, the essence and blood of the spirit body is much richer than that of a martial artist. .
The six spirits on the side were frightened and cautiously retreated outside the temple. They only felt that humans were scarier than they were monsters.
Under the broken wall, the five people refined blood essence and did not stop until nightfall.
The three middle-aged monks, Huiyuan's three senior brothers, did not even bother to wipe the blood on their hands. They immediately sat down under the broken wall and stared at the mural as before.
Huiyuan glanced at the three demonic brothers, turned to his master and said, "Master, we have caused too many crimes by delaying here for the blood sacrifice, but we can't even enter the second Buddha wall. It's really worth it." What?"
It turns out that to enter the Cangtuo Temple in the mural, you need a blood sacrifice, and you must be a warrior or a spirit with strong blood.
After entering the stone temple in this way, there is a Buddhist wall waiting for them inside. If they cannot understand the Buddhist teachings demonstrated by the bones on the wall, they will not be able to see the stone temple inheritance.
"It's worth it, of course it's worth it." The old monk with the Buddhist name Shanzhao spoke in a deep voice with red eyes.
He has stayed here for two years, but Huiyuan started a little later, so I don't know his painstaking efforts.
"So what is it that is passed down in the stone temple in the painting? Is it a martial art or a Buddhist treasure? Has Master seen it before?" Huiyuan took the opportunity to ask.
The old monk Shanzhao picked up two jars of essence and blood, took a few steps to the foot of the broken wall, and sat down again.
"As a teacher, I have never seen the inheritance, but I have seen a monk from the younger generation take action. His dharma name is Guan Zhen."
"Two years ago, when Na Guanzhen came out of Cangtuo Temple, he could have given birth to two Buddha roots. However, after he left the temple, he killed two middle-stage Buddha cultivators with two Buddha roots when they met."
"If I hadn't escaped quickly as a master, I would have ended up like those two people..."
Two years ago, Shanzhao and two Buddhist brothers discovered something strange about the murals here, but they didn't take it too seriously.
Among the inheritances left in ancient times, very few powerful inheritances can still be used in this world thousands of years later, and many demanding techniques cannot even be practiced by people in this world.
But it was different here. He had seen with his own eyes that Guan Zhen's Buddha power was domineering and powerful, and it was definitely not comparable to the incomplete version of the "Thousand Hands Sutra" they had cultivated.
In addition, in addition to the exercises, there are probably other benefits, because when Guanzhen entered the stone temple, he was in the late stage of the first Buddha's root, and after a few days, he appeared as the second Buddha's root.