Eternal Sacred King Chapter 1420: Worry-free wood

"Ahem!"

At this moment, there was a soft cough in the dust not far away.

A figure slowly crawled out of the cracked pit, covered in dust and embarrassed. It was the elder Hui Xing, the strong half-ancestor who had just been suppressed by Su Zimo.

"Hui Shen, put away the talisman, there is no need to disturb the ancestors about this."

Elder Hui Xing shook his head.

Abbot Huishen hesitated for a while before putting the talisman on the storage bag, but he was still on guard, and seemed to take it out at any time.

Elder Hui Xing looked at Su Zimo, and said: "Huang Wu, I want to live on you, and I don’t want to alarm the old ancestors to kill you. But you need to remember that you inherit the Daming Temple and Fahua Temple. Half a Buddhist disciple!"

"Because of this, I kept my hands."

Su Zimo faintly said: "Otherwise, you think you just shot these people against me, including you, which one can live?"

Su Zimo has always come to kill and decide.

But this time, even if he was besieged by others, even if the Burning Lamp Temple moved out of the half-ancestral powerhouse to bully the younger, he had reservations and had no killer.

Although the battle was fierce just now, none of the monks in the Lantern Temple fell dead!

Even the Kongru monk who provoked him first was just yelled by Su Zimo, fainted, and his life was unhindered.

The monks looked at each other and kept silent.

They also knew in their hearts that it was rare for Huang Wu to be able to exercise such restraint under his anger with his fierce fame.

Think about the battle of Heaven, Earth and Valley, the sect forces that were enemies of Huang Wu, how many lords of Dharma and Daoism died?

Abbot Huishen couldn't help but said: "But even so, you have to break into the gate of my temple without being reasonable!"

"Haha."

Su Zimo smiled and shook his head and said: "I came to see you, and I have not passed more than half a minute. I waited for three hours outside Randeng Temple, but you didn't have any response!"

The monks were silent.

"I want to go up the mountain, talk to you, talk about the truth, but you block, refuse to see, and even act on me."

Su Zimo's expression mocked, and said: "It's fine now, I have already moved my hands, I can't beat it, you want to be reasonable."

"You..."

Abbot Huishen was speechless for a while, but Su Zimo's face flushed with shame.

"I just ask, where is Mingzhen!"

Su Zimo's eyes were like torches, falling on the faces of the abbot Huishen and others, and slowly said: "When he preached, Mingzhen was still a titled disciple. When was his title taken away?"

Pause for a while, Su Zimo hesitated for a long time, gritted his teeth slightly, and asked, "Mingzhen, is he dead or alive?"

The monks were silent, without saying a word.

Abbot Huishen said with some embarrassment: "The benefactor of Huangwu, the monks don’t talk, Mingzhen is not in the temple, and has already left."

"Where did you go?"

Su Zimo asked immediately.

The Abbot Huishen wanted to speak but stopped.

Su Zimo's heart sank, he already felt something wrong, and said sharply: "Ming is really alive or dead, give me an answer!"

"Sigh."

The elder Hui Xing next to him sighed and said: "Mingzhen should have died."

Even though he had prepared for this a long time ago, and really listened to Elder Huixing's words, Su Zimo's heart still filled with sadness.

In his mind, he couldn't help but see the bottom of the Dragon Burial Valley, the little novice monk with clear eyes, pure mind, and the Buddha.

There seemed to be a voice in my ear: "Mingxin, I will be your brother from now on!"

In the preaching place, that young monk, holding a blue lantern, came forward without hesitation, and fought side by side with him!

But now, after a word from the elder Hui Xing, everything that was once is in vain.

"Go ahead, what's the matter."

Su Zimo stood still for a long time, then gradually calmed down, took a deep breath, and asked slowly.

"This matter should start from ten years ago."

Elder Hui Xing showed memories and said: "About ten years ago, the monk of the Southern Dou Sect found a treasure near the sect!"

"Nantou faction?"

Su Zimo's expression moved.

Nantou faction, one of the top ten door-to-doors.

When he first entered the Intermediate Ancient Battlefield, he met the monks of the Nandou Sect. He vaguely remembered that one of them was named Tang Shiyun.

While he was thinking, he listened to the elder Hui Xing continue to say: "That treasure is a lot of worry-free wood!"

"Huh?"

Su Zimo was shocked.

It turned out to be Wuyoumu!

The Yuanbei old monk once said that there are three sacred trees in Buddhism, namely the worry-free tree, the bodhi tree and the sala tree.

None of these three sacred trees are in the Heavenly Desolate Continent. It is recorded in ancient Buddhist books that they should be in the Paradise of Bliss.

Now that I think about it, the world of bliss in Buddhism may be a name for the upper realm.

In the ancient times, a worry-free flower floated on the deserted continent. It was obtained by the patriarch of Fahua Temple and regarded as the most treasure of Buddhism. It has been passed down to this day, and it finally fell in his body and turned into a part of his body.

Worry-free tree, as the name suggests, is a section of the tree on the Wuyou tree.

Worry-free flower, just a flower on the Wuyou tree, has many mysterious powers.

A lot of worry-free wood, what is this concept?

Such a large piece of worry-free wood, I am afraid that the combined body will be tempted!

Just listen to the elder Hui Xing continue to say: "This large piece of worry-free tree was born in Nandou, and somehow the news spread out, so it caused a catastrophe!"

"Why, is there any sect force, or a peerless powerhouse who took the Wuyou Wood away?" Su Zimo asked with squinting eyes.

"No."

Elder Hui Xing shook his head~IndoMTL.com~ and said: "It's not the forces of the cultivation world, but the blood vine tribe, one of the nine fierce tribes!"

Su Zimo's eyes are bright, flashing a killing opportunity!

Elder Hui Xing said: "The main body of the blood cane tribe is Archaic blood cane. Although bloodthirsty, it still belongs to the category of vegetation. For them, the worry-free wood is an absolute tonic, and it is fatal. Attractive!"

"Not long after this news spread, the blood vine tribe army killed the Nandou faction's sect."

Su Zimo said faintly: "If I guessed right, Randeng Temple probably didn't help me."

Elder Hui Xing gave a wry smile, and said: "How can this help? The blood cane tribe is coming fiercely, but I can't resist the Lantern Temple."

"Huh!"

Su Zimo sneered slightly.

Nothing can be resisted, just excuses.

It's nothing more than it's nothing to do with yourself, and Landeng Temple doesn't want to get involved, it's just getting involved!

The Burnable Lantern Temple, as one of the six Buddhist monasteries and the super sect in the cultivation world, also has such an attitude, which inevitably makes people feel chilling.

Su Zimo asked again: "After that, what does this matter have to do with Ming Zhen?"

Hearing this, the monks in the Lantern Temple all looked ashamed.

After a while, Elder Hui Xing said: "We didn't plan to come forward, but Mingzhen insisted on going to the Nandou faction."

"He said, even if you don't fight head-on with the blood cane tribe, you must find a way to rescue some people. Most of the monks of the Nandou Sect are innocent. I, Buddha, is merciful, and I must not sit idly by."

Hearing this, Su Zimoran silently.

"Amitabha."

The monks looked ashamed and bowed their heads, chanting the Buddha's name.

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