Chapter 270 The Sea of ​​Suffering Is Endless, Turn Back and You Will Find the Shore! Old Friend, Huikong

The monk is very old.

The skin was like withered tree bark, covered with wrinkles and hanging loosely from the thin frame.

He was wearing a worn-out cassock, the original color of which was almost unrecognizable. It was loose and did not fit him well, and even looked a bit fat.

The texture at the corners of the mouth was loose and drooping, revealing the raised tooth marks. The eyes were deeply embedded in the eye sockets. In the turbid eyes, they were looking at Lu Chen not far away with a hint of joy at meeting old friends.

There was no trace of aura on him.

Regardless of the energy and blood in his body, or the strength of his physical body... he is like a dying old monk.

But the strange thing is...

Even people as powerful as Luo Huashan, who was in the peak divine realm, did not sense the existence of the old monk.

If the other party hadn't suddenly appeared, he wouldn't have known it at all.

"Could it be that he has always been in Yinping Ridge?" Luo Huazhen was filled with surprise and doubt.

In order to find Luo Yan's lost "Taixu Treasure", he had already deployed a large formation to block Yinping Ridge again.

If someone breaks in from outside, there will be no movement at all.

In a sudden change of mind.

Seeing that the old monk seemed to know Lu Chen.

Luo Huachen stopped thinking about it. The "Everything Canopy" in his hand turned, and the eyes on the umbrella suddenly opened, all staring silently at the uninvited guests.

At the same time, his own aura was surging, and he asked tentatively: "Your Excellency, are you just passing by or something else?"

"Old monk looking for friends."

"Oh? Which friend are you looking for?"

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became tense.

The Luo family gods surrounding them quietly separated most of them and occupied favorable positions.

In the distance, Meng Beiyang saw this situation.

He looked a little weird and asked secretly: "Xiaochen, your friend?"

Although I can't see through the old monk's cultivation, he must be at the pinnacle of the divine realm if he can make Luo Hua die as if he were facing a powerful enemy!

If you really are one of your own...

This desperate situation can be completely resolved!

I remembered that I was just about to die, playing the piano and singing, and the atmosphere was so high, but Lu Chen cut me off...

For a moment, Meng Beiyang felt that his face was burning.

Of course, he doesn't show it.

Fortunately, only a few juniors saw it, so they didn't dare to spread it randomly. Otherwise, I am afraid that I will be like Song Qifeng, too social to dare to see anyone.

Just when his thoughts were ups and downs.

In his mind, Lu Chen's response came: "Maybe they are friends, but I'm not sure yet."

He had a guess in his mind, but it was too ridiculous to be sure.

After all, the Red Moon Secret Realm is just a section that Mu Heguang copied with his great magical power in the long river of time.

People I met there.

How is it possible to meet again in reality?

"It's a pity that Jin Chan went to Liuyutian, otherwise we could have asked him to tell the difference..."

Lu Chen's eyes always fell on the old monk.

In a daze, I seemed to see the little monk wearing the moon-white monk's robe, and I just felt that there was an unreal feeling that the years were intertwined.

"The sea of ​​suffering has no end, but when you turn around you will find the shore."

In the field, the old monk clasped his hands together. After reciting a sentence, he looked at Luo Huashan and continued: "The donor has the blood of an old friend. I don't want to embarrass you, so I just retreat. Maybe I can save the rest of my life."

"Old friend? Which old friend?" Luo Huashan looked coldly and said with a smile: "I have never heard that the ancestors of my lineage are familiar with the great masters of the Buddhist realm."

"Luo Gan Mountain."

"Old bald donkey, are you trying to trick me!? The person you are talking about is the first ancestor of my lineage. He passed away 90,000 years ago. Can you still live beyond the limit of the divine realm?"

Luo Huachen knew that talking too much was useless, so he stopped talking nonsense.

He immediately decided to deal with the strongest old monk first, and then deal with Lu Chen and others.

But just when he made a move, he suddenly found that the sky was filled with Buddha's light, and his ears were filled with the sound of Buddha, as if hundreds of millions of Buddhas were chanting.

Looking up, he saw a faceless Buddha holding a flower and smiling, looking down at him with compassionate eyes.

Luo Huashan suddenly felt insignificant and looked down again——

Under his body, there was actually a golden palm thousands of miles away, and the lines in the palm were like dense ravines.

"What kind of magical power is this!!"

Luo Huachen was terrified and tried desperately to escape, but no matter how he teleported, he was still in the palm of the Buddha.

It seemed like thousands of years had passed and he no longer struggled.

Looking at the faceless Buddha, he finally knelt on the ground and said piously: "The sea of ​​suffering has no limit, and fighting to survive in the world of mortals is ultimately vain. Disciples are willing to take refuge in my Buddha."

"good."

The mighty and majestic sound echoed in the sky.

Luo Huachen stood up slowly, clasped his hands together, and showed compassion on his face.

"This method is really a bit scary..."

In the sky above the Tianqing Lake, Meng Beiyang felt his scalp was numb and even his breathing was somewhat disordered.

Under their gaze, Luo Huashan shouted and prepared to take action.

But the next moment——

Gold appeared in the old monk's eyes, and he looked at Luo Huashan, who suddenly stood still.

After more than ten breaths, he knelt down and said: "The sea of ​​suffering has no limit, and the struggle to survive in the mortal world is ultimately futile. I, my disciple, would like to take refuge in my Buddha."

After standing up, he also held the disciple ceremony and stood respectfully behind the old monk.

A peak divine realm.

Was he conquered so easily?

Lu Chen was equally shocked, and he heard Sun Qi's dreamy voice: "Damn it, is this...just because I took one more look in the crowd?"

It was Ying Tianming who reacted quickly and quickly sent a message to bring him back to his senses.

"Everyone..."

The old monk was still neither sad nor happy, and said to the other Luo family masters: "Luo Huaqi is quite intelligent and will follow me to practice. Go ahead."

The gods of the Luo family's "Wuxiang Hall" were as if they had been pardoned.

But they did not leave immediately, but looked at another elder, waiting for instructions.

The latter looked at the old monk with a respectful look, lowered his body and asked in a trembling voice: "May I ask the name of the monk?"

"Old monk Huikong."

After getting the answer, a group of gods fled.

And Lu Chen, who was far away, heard the name Huikong, and the expression on his face was extremely wonderful.

Seeing the other party stepping towards this side, Meng Beiyang did not dare to be arrogant, and hurriedly stood up from the piano platform and left the pavilion, and greeted him from a distance: "Yanhuang Territory, Meng Beiyang, thank you for the help of the divine monk."

"It's just a small effort, not worth mentioning."

Huikong clasped his hands together in return, and said softly: "Luo Huazhi's lineage has a lack of spirit and soul, and I just used a trick to subdue it."

After a few simple greetings, the two finally talked about the topic.

And they spoke frankly.

Want to talk to Lu Chen alone.

Meng Beiyang hesitated and felt uneasy.

Lu Chen stepped forward and said: "Huikong is my friend, and we haven't seen each other for a long time. Senior Meng, you go back to the base first, I will go there later."

After a few breaths of silence.

Meng Beiyang said goodbye with Sun Qi and others.

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