Chapter 2348 Old Friends Reunite

In a corner of Avici Hell, standing two monks, covered in blood, were extremely embarrassed. On the way, they had experienced many dangers.

At the front is a middle-aged monk, tall and burly, with upside-down eyebrows and round eyes, like an angry vajra.

Behind the tall monk, there was a young monk who was much thinner, with lowered eyebrows, and kept reciting the Ksitigarbha Buddhist scriptures.

The tall monk stared at the front, and there was a touch of heat and excitement in his round eyes.

There was a figure sitting cross-legged there. I don't know how long it has existed. The flesh and blood on his body still shows no signs of decay, and his skin is rosy, like a living person.

But the body of this figure has long lost the slightest breath of life.

Next to this figure, there are several fruits.

Not far away, there is a broken ancient tree. Although its branches and leaves have withered, the trunk of the ancient tree is still well preserved.

"I have finally found the inheritance of Patriarch Ananda!"

The tall monk looked at this figure and couldn't help laughing: "As long as I inherit the inheritance of Patriarch Ananda, I will hopefully condense the sky, become a fairy king, and become the abbot of Duowen Temple!"

The young monk did not respond, and was still reciting the Buddhist scriptures to himself.

The tall monk took a deep breath and stepped forward, ready to accept the inheritance of Patriarch Ananda.

But when he was ten feet away from Ananda's patriarch, he suffered from an unimaginable repulsive force that prevented him from moving forward!

Patriarch Ananda's body gradually formed a golden halo, which spread rapidly, forming a ten-zhang barrier, isolating the tall monks from the outside.

boom! boom! boom!

No matter how the tall monks collided, they could not break through this golden barrier.

"Patriarch Ananda, why don't you let me in!"

The tall monk was furious and shouted loudly, "I am a non-hatred Arhat from Duowen Temple, and only I am qualified to accept your inheritance!"

The golden halo shows no sign of decay.

The young monk still bowed his head slightly, chanting scriptures in his mouth.

"Stop reading!"

Seeing that Ananda's inheritance was within reach, but could not get it, the high monk couldn't help but yelled, "I am an Arhat of Duowen Temple, and I am a condensed Arhat, why did Patriarch Ananda stop me!"

"Senior brother, don't be angry, this time you brought tens of thousands of monks from Duowen Temple into the Avici Hell, and when we came here, only the two of us were left."

The young monk looked sympathetic and said, "You have fled along the way, you let other fellows go up to resist the group of hell creatures, but you hide behind, do you have any sense of guilt and repentance in your heart?"

"Humph!"

Bubu Arhat snorted coldly and said slowly, "You are in the lineage of Earth Store Bodhisattva, and you should understand the fearless spirit of whoever will go to hell if I don't go to hell!"

"Sacrificing them can make the inheritance of Patriarch Ananda see the sun again. This is the blessing of Duowen Temple, and it is also their supreme merit!"

The young monk shook his head slightly and said, "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva sacrifices himself to save all beings; and you sacrifice others to achieve yourself."

"The difference of one thought is the difference between Buddha and Demon."

"Senior brother, you have already entered the devil, how can you get the approval of the patriarch Ananda?"

Not angry, Luohan's face sank, and he said coldly: "You are a little earth fairy, are you worthy to teach me? On this journey, if I didn't protect you, with your combat power, you would have been defeated by those hell creatures long ago. shredded!"

"Don't be angry, senior brother is protecting me, but there are other plans." The young monk said lightly.

Not angry, Luohan raised his brows, seemingly a little surprised.

After being silent for a while, he said without angering Arhat: "It's okay to tell you clearly, I need you to hand over the cultivation method of the golden body of the Earth Store."

"What if I don't say it?"

asked the young monk.

Bu Huan Luohan smiled and said: "In Duowen Temple, I can't do anything to you, but in this Abi hell, there are only you and me. No one else knows how I torture you!"

"Worst of all, I can still cast the soul-searching technique on you!"

The soul search technique, although it can search for memory, has a high probability of failure.

Moreover, inherited memories like the Golden Body of the Earth Store are almost always protected, and even if they search for souls, it is difficult to obtain them.

The young monk looked indifferent, his eyes were clear, and there was no fear, and he said calmly: "If I tell the practice of the Tibetan gold body, I am afraid that my senior brother will get rid of me immediately."

Do not hate Luohan's eyes gloomy.

He originally thought that this young monk had a simple mind, devoted himself to practicing Zen, reciting sutras and worshipping Buddha all day, and did not understand these intrigues and conspiracies.

Unexpectedly, his junior brother actually broke his plan in one sentence!

Arhats who are not angry can't approach Ananda's patriarch, can't get the inheritance, and are already irritable in their hearts.

Today, the young monk is still so calm in the face of his threats, which annoys him greatly!

Not angry, Arhat took a step forward, stretched out his palm, grabbed the young monk's throat directly, lifted him from the ground, and said coldly, "Junior brother, I don't have much patience, you'd better tell the complete secret method of practice. , I can give you a treat and save you from torture!"

The young monk was pinched by his throat, gasping for breath, his face flushed with swelling.

But his eyes were still calm, his eyes were clear, looking at the eyes of the non-hatred Arhat, with a hint of pity.

At this moment, the void next to the two monks opened a gap.

A purple-robed cultivator with a silver mask stepped out, his eyes were deep, staring coldly at the Arhat, and his body was filled with murderous intent!

Immediately after, Su Zimo, Mo Qing, and Yunzhu also teleported through space and came here.

"Mingzhen!"

When Su Zimo saw the young monk, he was overjoyed and shouted.

The two avatars have been flying into the heaven for thousands of years, but they have only encountered two desolate old people.

Among them, Emperor Lei Feng Cantian was still a strong man in the ancient times.

To be precise, he has only met one person who belonged to Su Zimo's life, and that was Shura Yan Beichen.

Unexpectedly, in the hell of Avici, I can actually see Mingzhen!

"who are you?"

Not angry Luohan looked at Su Zimo and the others, squinting slightly, his expression solemn, still holding Mingzhen's throat and blocking him.

call!

A breeze blows.

Without anger, Luohan only felt a flash in front of his eyes. Before he could react, the martial arts deity was already standing in front of him, his hand was on his wrist, and he suddenly exerted force!

Click!

Not resentful of Arhat's wrist, was crushed by the martial arts deity!

"what!"

No anger, Rohan screamed.

But as soon as his cry started, it stopped abruptly.

The martial arts deity smashed the wrist of the non-hatred Arhat, stepped forward, punched the head of the non-hatred Arhat, shattered the primordial spirit, and died!

The 10th White Bone Watcher on the True Demon List couldn't hold back a punch in the hands of the martial arts deity, not to mention this non-hatred Arhat.

Su Zimo hurried forward and supported Mingzhen.

"Brother Mingxin."

Mingzhen looked at Su Zimo, showed a bright and innocent smile, and called out.

This statement, Junior Brother Xin, seems to bring the two back to the bottom of the Dragon Buried Valley.

The two smiled at each other.

After so many years, when we meet again in the upper realm, in addition to the joy in my heart, it is also unbearably sad.