405: C405 Buddhist Lord's Warning

C405 Buddhist Lord's Warning

Last time during the battle of the Myriad Souls Sect, Master Hui Bei had used a secret treasure to break the formation and laid the foundation for victory.

From now on, the reputation of the Shaolin Temple had improved by leaps and bounds, and they were now far away from the other top powers.

In the depository of scriptures, a group of old monks were chanting scriptures in front of the Buddha statues. Most of these monks were experts of the Intellectual level, and their auras were undetectable. Every single one of them was a treasure of Shaolin Temple.

They were working together to derive an ancient secret art, hoping that it would shine once again. Great Era was about to arrive. Although Shaolin Temple had a deep foundation, they still needed to prepare for a rainy day and increase their bargaining chips.

Abbot Master Hui Bei was sitting cross-legged on a hassock, chanting Buddhist scriptures. He fiddled with a string of prayer beads in his hand. This treasure was made up of 108 Purifying Blood Spiders. It was clear and bright, and it carried a powerful spiritual energy fluctuation. It could increase one's willpower.

However, as time passed, Hui Bei's originally calm face began to change slightly. An inexplicable throbbing appeared in his heart, and an illusion appeared in his mind. He 'saw' that in the Shaolin Temple, thousands of Buddhas had lost their heads. There were ruins everywhere, and they were gradually disappearing in the fire...

This scene was too real, as if it had really happened. It caused a layer of sweat to appear on his forehead, and he was forced to wake up from his deep cultivation.

"Amitabha!"

He put his palms together and bowed towards the Buddha statue. Only then did he open his eyes.

His mental state was not the strongest in the mortal world, but at least one of the top few. A Buddhist proclamation could even affect the emotions of cultivators, causing them to feel sympathy. How could there be such a low-level mistake?

"Amitabha!"

"Senior Brother Hui Bei has been working hard on the monastery's matters recently. It's time for him to rest."

The old monks woke up one after another. One of them kindly reminded.

The reputation of Shaolin Temple was comparable to the peak of history. This was all thanks to Senior Brother Abbot.

Master Hui Bei's talent and cultivation base couldn't be considered the best. He had pushed it forward for several decades. There were countless geniuses in Yanjing alone. Later on, Chang'ang Sowrd suppressed them with his skills. He even led the Abnormal Human Research Institute to lead the show.

However, the tides had changed. Most of the geniuses in the past were buried in the earth. Chang'ang Sowrd no longer showed his edge. The position of the alliance leader of the martial arts world was taken by the Shaolin Temple.

"Just now, I had a sudden impulse and saw some bad scenes. It seemed to have come from the future. Even the cultivation technique that I had been circulating for dozens of years had a slight delay... Could this be the Buddha Lord's warning?"

"Amitabha..."

There was still a trace of palpitations in Master Hui Bei's eyes. It was too difficult for an expert of his level to shake his heart. He had no idea what kind of scene would cause him to lose control of his mind.

"Is that true? Senior brother... what did you see..."

The surrounding old monks were moved. The Spiritual Sense was a mysterious and mysterious thing. After a cultivator reached a certain realm, he might be able to foresee what might happen in the future.

According to the legends, the Buddha Lord had reported to all living beings in the Ten Directions Dharma World that he knew everything about the cause and effect. Could it be that he foresaw the fate of the Shaolin Temple?

"I saw it just now..."

Master Hui Bei thought for a while, but he still told the truth about what he saw just now. He had been a monk since he was young, and he had started cultivating since he was three years old. It was unbelievable that he had a heart demon.

"In the martial arts world, who has the power to destroy Shaolin? Unless a Soul Formation cultivator comes out, even if Chang'ang Sowrd comes, he won't be able to pose a real threat to us. "

"Senior Brother Abbot, the Buddha Lord has given you a clear indication in your dream. How can we solve this problem?"

"This... If this is really the Buddha's warning, I, Shaolin, will be in trouble."

...

While the old monks were discussing amongst themselves, two men had already arrived outside the main hall of Shaolin Temple.

One of them was a young man wearing a black dragon robe sewn with golden threads. His eyes were filled with vicissitudes of life, and the other was a middle-aged Western Region monk. There was a long scar on his face, and he did not have the benevolence of an ordinary Buddhist. Instead, he had a fierce look in his eyes.

These two were the monks of the Western Region, Fo Tucheng, and the master of the Devil Cult, Ye Motian. What was the reason why they didn't want to travel thousands of miles?0

"This is an important place in Shaolin, it is not open to the public. Patrons, please return!"

A group of monks walked out in a line with long wooden sticks in their hands. Their auras were above the Qi Refining stage. Any one of them was a rare existence in the mortal world.

"Hmph! There are more and more rules in the Shaolin Temple. When old friends come to visit, there is no reason to reject them."

A trace of murderous intent flashed across Ye Motian's eyes. He had attacked unexpectedly. His attack was ruthless. He threw out a punch that carried a monstrous devil Qi. It sent a group of monks dozens of meters away and crashed into the gate. Many people's internal organs were damaged, and they continuously coughed up blood.

"Master, please!"

Ye Motian waved his sleeve and said politely to Fo Tucheng.

"Amitabha!"

Fo Tucheng chanted the Buddha's name and stepped on the steps made of white marble. Cracks spread out like spider webs.

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