Chapter 1195 The Origin of Jingyuan

After everyone left, only Liang Yan and Jing Yuan were left.

"Little benefactor, I know you have many questions in your mind. Let me look back at Xianya first and then talk about it."

Jingyuan clasped his hands together and pronounced a Buddha's name. His whole body turned into a ray of light and soared into the sky, flying in the direction of Wangxianya.

Liang Yan followed Jing Yuan and flew all the way. It didn't take long before he returned to the entrance of the forbidden land and looked at the fairyland.

The terrain here is towering, surrounded by clouds and mist. Deep in the vast mist, there is a cave about ten feet square.

According to legend, the strange monk who taught the first generation of Luofeng Temple lived in this cave.

"Let's go in."

The two stopped at the entrance of the cave. Jingyuan spoke calmly and walked directly into the cave without any hesitation.

Liang Yan stopped and watched for a while. Although he couldn't explore the inside with his spiritual sense, he was very curious about the identity of the young monk. In the end, he couldn't hold it back and followed him into the cave.

The two of them walked along the narrow passage. After a while, they suddenly saw a faint light appearing in the darkness ahead.

When I got closer, I realized that it was the light of a candle.

Under the candlelight, there is an old monk sitting cross-legged. He has eight eyebrows and copper bell eyes. He looks fierce and evil. He does not look like a Buddhist monk, but more like an executioner who kills people.

"There's actually another person here?!"

The moment he saw the old monk's face, Liang Yan became alert.

"Who is he and why is he here?"

"Amitabha, don't be excited, the donor. He has lost all his vitality and will die soon." Jingyuan clasped his hands together and looked at the old monk in front of him, with a complicated look in his eyes.

After being reminded by Jing Yuan, Liang Yan also released his spiritual consciousness, and sure enough he found that the aura in the old monk's body was like a candle, swaying in the residual wind, looking very weak.

Even if this person sat here and died next moment, Liang Yan would not be surprised at all.

"He's really dying"

Liang Yan muttered to himself and looked at the old monk's waist again.

I saw a hemp rope tied around his waist, and there were many palm-sized Buddha statues hanging on the hemp rope, each one carved from stone.

Looking carefully at these Buddha statues, they are completely different from the Buddhas in the temple. They are either grinning, or smiling sinisterly, or full of anger, or looking murderous.

In short, none of them look kind-hearted, but rather have a bit of a vicious look!

"Is this man a butcher or a monk?"

Looking at the weird old monk in front of him, Liang Yan couldn't help but ask.

After hearing this, Jing Yuan sighed and said, "I am both a butcher and a monk."

Liang Yan raised his eyebrows and looked at the young monk beside him.

"Why do you say that? What is your relationship with him?"

"you ask me?"

Jingyuan smiled slightly, his eyes were very calm, and he said calmly: "The reason is very simple, because he is me, and I am him!"

"What?"

Liang Yan's frown deepened, and there was a trace of deep doubt in his eyes. He obviously couldn't figure out what the young monk was talking about.

Jingyuan stopped answering, but stepped forward and sat down cross-legged next to the weird old monk.

Liang Yan looked from a distance and saw two monks, one old and one young, sitting side by side. Not long after the young monk Jingyuan sat down, the aura and vitality in his body dropped rapidly, like a ball. The fire was quickly extinguished, leaving only a few scattered flames.

At the same time, the old monk's body was revitalized, and the aura that was about to expire became huge again.

Liang Yan watched this scene from beginning to end, and was really shocked to the extreme.

This feeling is very strange, like two candles. One of them has a weak flame and is about to go out. Although the other one has a strong flame, it has transferred all the flames to the previous candle, igniting the other candle and letting himself. The candle went out.

In his doubtful gaze, the old monk slowly opened his eyes.

Liang Yan saw the moment he regained consciousness and instinctively took a few steps back. He put his hand on the Taixu gourd at his waist and asked cautiously, "Who are you?"

"Little friend Liang, don't worry, the poor monk is Jingyuan." The old monk coughed a few times and seemed a little tired.

"you"

Liang Yan looked at the little monk beside him who had closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep, and asked doubtfully: "How come you have two bodies?"

"This is a poor monk's method of overcoming calamity. Old trees sprout and dead trees are reborn. Only by giving up the old skin can there be any possibility of regaining a new life." The old monk said calmly.

"How to cope with the disaster?"

Liang Yan narrowed his eyes. He had long heard that the three disasters and nine disasters faced by monks in the Transformation Tribulation Realm were very terrifying. Some monks were as fearful of disasters as tigers, so they created all kinds of heresy, just to survive themselves. of disaster.

A situation like this may not be unusual.

"Who are you, the Supreme Patriarch of Luofeng Temple, or the young monk Jingyuan?" Liang Yan temporarily suppressed his sword intention and asked in a deep voice.

"Amitabha, the two people you mentioned are the same person."

The old monk clasped his hands together and said softly: "When I retreated here, I just wanted to kill my own inner demons so that I could survive my own disaster. Unfortunately, my previous killings were too serious, and my inner demons had long been nourished and strengthened. No matter how much I chant sutras and worship Buddha every day, I can't stop the evil thoughts in my heart."

"Later, that boy Xuanqing came here and got my permission to establish a sect here and founded the 'Luofeng Temple'. Unfortunately, his time was approaching and he knew that his time was short, so he entrusted his only disciple to me. Let me teach you the technique. In exchange, I will dispose of his body after death."

When the old monk said this, he glanced at the young monk beside him and said calmly: "Jingyuan is Xuanqing's physical body, but it was refined by me with a secret method, rejuvenated, and turned into the appearance of a child."

"I see."

Liang Yan nodded, with a look of surprise on his face, and said, "Rebirth as a parasite? Do you want to transfer three souls and seven souls to this new body to avoid your own disaster?"

"It's not that easy!"

The old monk shook his head repeatedly, with a wry smile on his face.

"Three disasters and nine disasters are part of the cycle of heaven. Do you think a little trick like the golden cicada's escape from the shell can be hidden from heaven? I did this just to delay the outbreak of disaster, because my disaster must be caused by the inner demon. Only Only by weakening the power of inner demons to the greatest extent can we have the slightest chance of surviving this disaster."

"What on earth did you do before? How could you have such a powerful inner demon?" Liang Yan glanced at the old monk sitting cross-legged and felt that this man was full of evil spirits, like a butcher who killed without batting an eye. There was no trace of evil in him at all. The appearance of a virtuous monk.

"well!"

The old monk sighed and said slowly: "My little friend guessed it right. The poor monk was indeed a butcher back then! Before I became enlightened, I was born into a scholarly family in a small secular country. My parents loved me, and my brother and sister were harmonious. It’s a peaceful time. Unfortunately, the birth of a strange treasure in the city triggered a war between good and evil, and the entire city was slaughtered, including my parents and relatives. I was the only one who escaped by chance."

"Later, by chance, I joined the Soul-Eating Cult. Due to my outstanding talent, I was quickly appreciated by the leader and the elders, and I acquired a set of authentic demonic skills. In order to take revenge, I did not hesitate to sacrifice souls and practice All kinds of forbidden techniques, finally the magic power was perfected, and the two factions of good and evil that participated in the massacre of the city, top and bottom, regardless of their level of cultivation, men, women, old and young, whether they had any fault or not, were all killed cleanly. "

When the old monk said this, his face turned red and his eyes rolled around, as if he was going crazy.

But soon, a ball of golden light appeared behind his head, majestic and solemn, like a big invisible hand suppressing the madness in his body.

"Cough! Cough!"

The old monk coughed several times, and his reddened face gradually returned to normal.

"I'm sorry, I've got this old habit. When I mention things from back then, my inner demons easily invade me. If it weren't for the Buddhist seal behind me, I would have gone crazy."

The old monk seemed to have a guilty look on his face, calmed down, and continued: "Back then, I killed all two sects, including many disciples who were in the Qi training period. They just joined the sect not long ago. He didn’t participate in the massacre of the city that year, but he was still killed by me.”

"The secret method of the Soul-Eating Cult takes a different approach and relies on sacrificing and refining souls to strengthen itself. It is understandable to kill people. But in that battle, I was too obsessed and killed too many people, so that I lost myself and ultimately failed to suppress the heart in my body. The devil, completely reduced to a madman who only knows killing. If I hadn't met that senior later, I'm afraid my life would have ended here."

When Liang Yan heard this, for some reason, his heart suddenly jumped and he asked eagerly:

"Who is that person?"

The old monk glanced at Liang Yan, with deep meaning in his eyes, and chuckled, "This man has a lot to do with you."

"Are you talking about the angry monk?" Liang Yan looked excited and couldn't help but take a step forward without even noticing it.

"Yes, it's Senior Angry Monk!"

The old monk nodded and sighed: "Back then, I killed too many sins, and because of the evil Soul-Eating Cult, I was finally invaded by my inner demons, became obsessed with it, and became a walking zombie who only knows killing. Fortunately, I met him later. Senior Angry Monk, it was he who subdued me and sealed the inner demons in my body, otherwise I would have slaughtered countless mortals and completely turned into the kind of monk I hate most."

"Senior Angry Monk used the Dharma seal to seal my inner demons and allowed me to study Buddhism in a secluded place isolated from the world and purify the anger in my body. Unfortunately, over the years, I have never been able to understand the essence of Buddhism. I have carved such a The Buddha statues also looked like they were ferocious back then. As my cultivation level improved, the inner demons that were sealed inside my body continued to grow in strength, and eventually it became a disaster that I had to face."

"I see."

After listening to Jing Yuan's words, Liang Yan finally had an understanding of the whole incident.

"I am ashamed to say it." Jingyuan sighed and said: "Back then, I became a demon in anger and killed the two sects until they were bloody. It only took three days, but now I want to put down the butcher knife, but I can't. I have to endure all kinds of suffering, and I’m afraid I won’t be able to achieve what I want in this life.”

After hearing Jing Yuan's words, Liang Yan shook his head and said:

"Senior, there is no need to sigh. The rights and wrongs of the past, the grievances and resentments, are simply difficult to describe. However, you have committed such a serious crime, and with Master's temper, he didn't even punch you to death. You must have seen that there is still longing for you in my heart. With a repentant heart, as long as you put down the killing in your heart and devote yourself to studying the subtleties of Buddhism, you will one day be reborn."

"Master?" Jingyuan's eyes lit up and he said with a smile: "You are indeed a disciple of Senior Nu Monk! I could tell when you first arrived at Wangxianya. If you hadn't used the "Eight Parts of Yanyuan" Divine power has opened the 'Qian Yan Lock', how can I let you enter the forbidden area of ​​​​the valley."

"It turns out that the lock is really related to the "Eight Divisions of Evolution"! No wonder I opened the mechanism lock easily after using the 'Three Thousand Phases of Sin'."

Liang Yan thought to himself, and then asked: "What is the origin of this 'Qian Yan Lock', and why does it have to be opened with the magical power of the Angry Monk?"

"Because this is what Senior Angry Monk left behind."

Jing Yuan looked at Liang Yan, with a hint of complexity in his eyes.

"The reason why the poor monk chose to hide from the world and practice here is because he was entrusted by the angry monk to leave something in this valley, saying that his disciples would come to pick it up in the future, and the poor monk said this The gatekeeper of the place.”

"The master left it behind?"

Liang Yan became interested and hurriedly asked: "What exactly is it? Can you take me to see it?"

"You can't see it anymore."

Jingyuan shook his head and said: "As early as ten years ago, someone came here and took away the things left by your master."

"Ten years ago?" Liang Yan was stunned for a moment, and then he came to his senses. "Is this Master Lotus Heart?"

"Exactly."

Jingyuan sighed and said slowly: "I thought that the angry monk only had one disciple, Master Lianxin. Although he knew that this person violated the rules of the angry monk, he used the "Eight Parts of Yanyuan" to open the "Qianyan" Lock', I can only let him in and take away the treasure. But I didn't expect to see you again today, and then I found out that the angry monk actually has two disciples."

Liang Yan felt disappointed when he heard this. He thought about it and asked, "What did the master leave behind?"

"Holy Buddha Yun Guo." Jing Yuan replied.

"What? Isn't that a kind of innate Tao fruit?"

Liang Yan was surprised, remembering that when he was in Hell, Shou Wenshi once mentioned to him that the Holy Buddha Cloud Fruit, Nine Heavens Cold Crystal Fruit and Blue Fall Underworld Fruit were all a type of innate Taoist fruit.

"Haha, why do you think the 'Nine Heavens Golden Thunder Fruit' can be born in this small forbidden area of ​​​​the valley?"

Jingyuan said slowly: "Because the angry monk brought a handful of breathing soil here and used his great supernatural power to change the aura of the entire forbidden area. The 'Nine Heavens Golden Thunder Fruit' and the 'Holy Buddha Cloud Fruit' were both cultivated by his old man. , among which the 'Holy Buddha Cloud Fruit' is left to my later disciples, and the 'Nine Heavens Golden Thunder Fruit' is left to me to get rid of my inner demons."

"According to previous observations, it will take at least two years before the 'Nine Heavens Golden Thunder Fruit' grows on the tree. However, the child you brought in with the 'Five Thunder Devouring Body' made the 'Nine Heavens Golden Thunder Fruit' grow ' was born two years early."