The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 280:

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This period of darkness was extremely strong, like an iron pot suddenly being held on the grassland. When darkness fell, the aroma of meat and grass and trees that originally flowed in the air suddenly disappeared, leaving only a strange smell. The fishy smell hits the nose if there is any.

There was a commotion in the darkness, and someone screamed: "Great magical power from hell!"

Feng Zhiwei didn’t understand what this meant, but suddenly thought of what someone had said just now that Kled was from a snow mountain cult. What’s more, they had been staring at Kled and had no idea where the man’s strange martial arts came from. Could this be Kled's way of saving his life?

However, hearing the screams below, it seemed that the people in the grassland were a little afraid of this cult. Some people seemed to have taken advantage of the chaos to escape. The clan leaders on the high platform were also very frightened, and some people jumped off the high platform.

He Lianzheng chased after him and ran straight in the direction of Feng Zhiwei. Feng Zhiwei stared at the darkness, his eyes flickered, and he thought this was a good opportunity. He called out to Master Gu, "Brother Gu, be careful. Don't chase poor bandits..." He waved his sleeves.

In the chaos, someone silently climbed onto the high platform, passed by the unconscious clan leaders, and went straight to Dama Living Buddha, who was lying on the ground.

After a moment, the darkness suddenly dissipated, as if the curtain had been pulled away, and even the iron smell was gone. Amidst the fragrance of grass, wine and meat, only a few people were left on the stage.

Nata disappeared, Zong Chen disappeared too, Mei Duo was in He Lianzheng's hand, and He Lianzheng was still holding Feng Zhiwei tightly with his other hand.

Only five of the eight clan leaders present were left, and the other few fell into the middle of the royal army in a somewhat embarrassed state.

A little further away, where Gu Nanyi blocked Klie, both of them were gone.

"Dama'ala!"

A exclamation woke up everyone who was still a little dazed. When they turned around, they saw the head of Dama Living Buddha, which had been placed softly on the side at some point.

"God!"

A golden light flashed across the sky and passed over the clouds. Everyone looked up and saw only a goshawk flying high in the distance.

There was a vague fragrance from all sides. Dama Living Buddha suddenly turned his body and moved in a direction. Then he slowly raised his hand and pointed in that direction.

Everyone knelt down with pale faces, knowing that the living Buddha was about to pass away.

Before the passing of living Buddhas of all generations, there were visions, and before their death, they would use dharma bodies or prophecies to predict the location of the next living Buddha.

According to the Changshengtian teachings enshrined in Huzhuo, the inheritance of living Buddhas from generation to generation is divided into two types, one is the reincarnation of the previous living Buddha after death, and the other is the entrustment of the soul of the previous living Buddha to the new owner. No matter which one, a living Buddha is needed Give a hint before death.

The strange fragrance in the air became thicker and thicker, and the patriarchs on the high platform also knelt down. All living Buddhas of the past generations passed away in Huyin Temple. Dama will be the first living Buddha to pass away in front of the eyes of everyone, but everyone has already passed away in their hearts at this moment. Without the sense of honor and worship, most people were even secretly glad that the Living Buddha passed away at this moment, which saved everyone the embarrassment of dealing with the concubine's accusation of the Living Buddha's crime just now, which was quite appropriate.

As for why he passed away at this moment, no one thought much about it. Dama was originally a candle in the wind, and no one expected that he would not live until next spring. Now that this happened, his mind was shattered, and it was completely normal for him to pass away.

The fragrance is rich, breathtaking on all sides, the vast grassland is silent, and the era of waiting for an old man has passed.

People knelt in front of Dama and touched the ground with their foreheads. Young lamas recited scriptures. Someone lit incense. In the thick white smoke, Feng Zhiwei looked at Dama with a half-smile but not a smile, like a strange statue. like.

You have relied on the name of God throughout your life, far away in the clouds of this grassland. Today I want to let you know that those who control others will eventually be controlled by others. Life and death are up to me, not to your God.

In the pale white smoke, Dama raised her eyelids with one last effort, staring at Feng Zhiwei in a hazy and shaky field of vision.

The son of Changshengtian who lived a peaceful life and the leader of Changshengtian teachings finally showed a look of resentment at the end of his life.

Uncontrollable resentment...

He moved his fingers hard, trying to turn his fingers and body in a different direction... This was not the direction he wanted to point, his reincarnation or possession... was not there...

On the opposite side, everyone was lying face down on the ground, not daring to desecrate the most sacred thing on the grassland. Only the woman looked at him with her head held high and the corners of her lips slightly curved, looking at him so interestingly.

It's like watching a monkey show in a cage, scratching your head and scratching your head, but you are just a plaything in the hands of others.

She even wants to use the death of others...

Dama curled up her fingers, trying to retract the finger pointing in a certain direction of the royal court.

However, he heard a slight "click".

A very soft sound, as if someone in the sky was playfully throwing a dice to determine the final fate of others.

Or maybe his gods silently cut the final chord of fate——

Something is collapsing, something is breaking, something is sinking, and something is turning into ashes forever in unwillingness.

Dama's fingers were frozen in place.

The head fell silently to the chest.

The aroma spreads from all sides.

"God!"

Weeping and shouting instantly flooded the grassland in the afternoon. In a brilliant golden light, countless people knelt and turned around, looking in astonishment at the direction where Dama Living Buddha's body was facing before he died, and where his fingers were pointing.

Wang Ting, back hall.

In the back hall of the royal court, it is obvious that there is no baby about to be born, so the descendant of the seventeenth generation living Buddha is the one possessed by the soul.

In the Huzhuo teachings, the reincarnation of the living Buddha's soul mostly occurs in young children. While everyone was busy packing up the body of Dama, they went to Huyin Temple to report the news and invite the Dharma Protector Lama to prepare for holding rituals and offering sacrifices to Dama. Cremation is performed.

Huyin Temple is not far from the Royal Court. It takes half a day to go back and forth on horseback. During this time, everyone was waiting anxiously and looked frequently in the direction of the back hall of the Royal Court.

"Go and find Brother Gu." Feng Zhiwei motioned to Chun Yumeng, looked worriedly at the direction where Gu Nanyi disappeared, and said, "That Ke Lie is a bit evil, bring more people and be careful."

Chun Yumeng nodded and left. He Lianzheng sat next to Feng Zhiwei, looking left and right at her. Feng Zhiwei smiled and turned her head to look at him, "What?"