Vol 2 Chapter 627 Black Bird Feather Seal

  Chapter 627 Xuan Bird Feather Seal

  In the Ten Thousand Buddhas Cave, the golden light is flourishing.

  Mo Luo watched helplessly as Li Chen successfully restored the Great Array of Ten Thousand Buddhas Returning to the Sect.

  No horse weight to depress.

   Mo Luo finally couldn’t hold on any longer and fell down again.

  When he was dying, the voice of the Buddha chanting came from his ears.

  The Ten Thousand Buddhas Cave was finally empty again.

  …

  Landa Temple, Dan Room.

   Monk Ying Mo was surrounded by black air, and his complexion became more and more ugly.

  Looking at the monks who suddenly appeared in front of him, his heart sank suddenly.

   It is obvious that his identity has already been exposed.

  Thinking of this, he involuntarily looked in the direction of Wanfo Cave.

   “Amitabha.”

   Abbot Zhenzhen folded his palms together and proclaimed the Buddha’s name.

   “Ying Mo, don’t you know your mistake?”

  Monk Yingmo trembled, and slowly turned to look at Abbot Zhenzhen.

  The only remaining eye of Abbot Zhenxin is emitting a fierce and fierce light at this time, which makes people shudder.

   “Know your mistake?”

   Monk Ying Mo’s eyes slowly swept across the monks, and finally fell on Abbot Zhenzhen’s face without any fear.

   “It’s not me that’s wrong, it’s you! You! The whole big week!”

  He was surrounded by black air, and his tone was full of irresolvable resentment.

  Under the puzzled eyes of the monks, Monk Ying Mo tore off his robe.

  The scaly shoulders quickly turned white, revealing a feather tattoo.

   “Xuan Bird Feather Seal!”

  The abbot sincerely closed his eyes slightly, and couldn’t help but exclaimed.

  The descendants of Xuanshang will have feather tattoos on their bodies as soon as they are born.

   It is called: the sky bird sends life.

  People with this imprint are born fluent in bird language.

   “You are a descendant of Xuanshang!”

  Monk Yingmo smiled sadly: “That’s right, I have the blood of Xuanshang!”

  As soon as these words came out, all the monks fell silent.

  Especially the leading Abbot Zhenzhen, he closed his eyes helplessly.

  Since ancient times, there has been a “Xuan Ji Order” in the Great Zhou Dynasty. Anyone who is found to have the blood of Xuan Shang will be killed without mercy.

  ”I just want to live, even if I do nothing, even if I linger on my last breath.”

   “Thousands of years, but Da Zhou has no intention of letting us go!”

   Monk Ying Mo’s eyes were filled with endless nostalgia, which immediately turned into deep hatred.

   “We hid in the mountains and didn’t care about world affairs. Even though we worried about three meals a day, we still didn’t have the slightest idea of ​​going out of the mountains.”

   “Suddenly one day, a herb picker passed out in the mountains with injuries all over his body.”

   “Father temporarily softened his heart and took him in, and gave him food that we were reluctant to eat.”

   “The herbal picker was well taken care of, and his injuries soon healed.”

   “During the days when he was recovering from his injuries, he became more and more familiar with us, and even made a blood alliance with his father and became a brother of the opposite sex.”

   “He also said that he would definitely come to repay his kindness in the future!”

   Speaking of this, Monk Ying Mo flashed a self-deprecating smile: “Ridiculous, really ridiculous.”

   “He did come back…”

   “It’s not for repaying kindness, but for repaying kindness!”

   “It turns out that he has discovered that we can understand the bird’s language long ago, observed secretly, and finally confirmed our identity.”

   “So as soon as I went back, I received the ‘Xuan Ji Order’.”

  Monk Yingmo’s eyes were cold, and his tone was even colder: “That night, many people came to the valley.”

   “From all directions, the tide is coming.”

   “They are not for the Yaozu, not for the demons, but for our heads.”

  “My father was hacked to death by them, and his body was cut into pieces.”

   “Every block is a reward.”

   “I just found out that my father is so rich that one head can be exchanged for a house.”

   “Mother’s howling continued all night, accompanied by the laughter of countless people.”

   “Do you know why they didn’t kill her?”

  Ying Mo’s tone was trembling, his eyes were already red, and he pointed straight at Abbot Zhenzhen.

  At this moment, Abbot Zhenxin’s eyes dodged a little.

   Seeing this scene, Monk Ying Mo looked up to the sky and laughed wildly as if he had won the battle: “Jie Jie~”

   “Jie Jie Jie~”

   “They actually wanted to let the mother give birth to another blood! Then use this blood to continue to exchange rewards with Da Zhou!”

   “Is it ridiculous?”

   “Who is the devil?”

   “Who is the devil!”

  Ying Mo growled like a desperate beast.

   A beast that survived a catastrophe.

   A beast that hates itself.

  Back then, in order to save himself, his father desperately summoned a giant mountain eagle.

   But Yingmo was young at the time, so he was able to ride away on the eagle.

   But my own family…

  Thinking of this, two lines of blood and tears slid down the cheeks.

  He scanned the monks in front of him.

   His gaze is like a needle, piercing every monk’s heart.

   And this is probably the reason why the monks bowed their heads.

   “Amitabha.”

   “Ying Mo… don’t you understand?”

  But at this time, a monk suddenly appeared out of the crowd.

  Yingmo looked intently with his quiet eyes, only to see that monk had a round face and a big belly, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, but at the moment there was a touch of unresolved worry between his brows.

   “Master…”

  This monk is none other than Yingmo’s master Xinyi Zen Master.

  Zen Master Xinyi sighed slightly: “Do you still remember the day when I met you as a teacher?”

  Ying Mo froze in place, with a rare painful tangle on his face.

  When I was almost starved to death by the side of the road, it was Master Xinyi Zen Master who saved me.

  Over the years, the master has taken good care of himself, which is really a kindness of regeneration.

   “Master… the teacher’s kindness is great… but the blood is deep, and I have to avenge it.” Ying Mo couldn’t help but tremble all over.

  Zen Master Xinyi shook his head: “Son, in fact, the teacher already knew about your life experience.”

  Yingmo stared blankly at Zen Master Xinyi, and at this moment, his heart was full of mixed feelings and a mess.

   “Practice a secret technique called “Book of Sin Karma” as a teacher, so you can see the karma in a person.”

   “The first time I saw you as a teacher, I found that you have a lot of karma.”

   “You have been hiding your life experience all these years. As a teacher, you can only hope to use Buddhism to resolve the hatred in your heart.”

   “But after all, I didn’t get what I wanted.”

   “Although a teacher can clearly see the karma in you, he cannot see the cause and effect in you.”

   “It’s the teacher’s fault.”

  Before he finished speaking, Chan Master Xinyi suddenly stretched out **** of his right hand and grabbed his eyes.

   “Master!” “Brother!” “Uncle!”

  The surrounding monks only had time to exclaim, but it was still too late.

   Zen master Xinyi closed his eyes tightly, and two lines of blood and tears had already flowed down his face.

   People can’t help but gasp.

  Zen Master Xinyi was sweating profusely, his voice was slightly trembling, but there was a desolate smile on the corner of his mouth: “Teacher, turn back.”

  Ying Mo looked at the master who was like him, with two tears of blood, and suddenly couldn’t restrain himself anymore, and couldn’t help but roared to the sky.

“what!”

   The screams were endless, echoing over the entire Landa Temple.

  At the same time, his whole body was filled with aura, and he seemed to want to break free, but he couldn’t get rid of the demonic energy around him no matter what.

   On the contrary, there is an increasingly thick appearance.

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  (end of this chapter)