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Chapter 1576: The Golden Lotus Flame of the Soul

Chapter 1576: The Golden Lotus Flame of the Soul

"Amitabha, the golden bone relic is the remains of our Tafo Temple's senior monks when they ascended to heaven. It condenses the power of his essence and blood, comparable to the ninth-level essence and blood pill. You demonic monks covet the golden bone relic just to seek credit from Saint Ancestor Wu Lin. But Saint Ancestor Wu Lin has not come in person, which makes you underestimate our Tafo Temple."

"Hehe, among the top 100 upper houses, Tafo Temple is also ranked at the bottom. The White Buddha Temple, which is ranked 13th, was reduced to ashes by the Saint Ancestor's unparalleled magic skills. What's more, if you are sensible, hand over the golden bone relic quickly and you can save your lives." In the devil's cloud, a man in a black robe was looming, and the voice came from his mouth.

Xiao Lin's slow steps also paused. When he heard about the golden bone relic, his heart moved. He had also heard of the Buddhist relic before. It was left behind by a high-ranking Buddhist monk when he passed away.

Among them, the golden bone relic is the highest grade relic in the Buddhist sect. It is the remains of the Great Sun Buddha that were burned by fire when he ascended to heaven. When the Buddhist monks ascended to heaven, their golden bodies carried their souls to the fairyland, and their physical bodies were left behind. If this physical body was burned by the supreme Buddha fire of the Buddhist sect, it could be refined into a relic, which is the golden bone relic.

Since it is formed by the blood and essence of the Great Sun Buddha, the energy and blood power it contains is extremely amazing, comparable to the highest-level ninth-grade blood and essence pill.

When Xiao Lin thought of this, he suddenly had an idea. He thought of the Saint Ancestor Wu Lin. The Saint Ancestor Wu Lin was a true devil's body, and his devil soul was also a true devil's soul. Even the body of the Saint Ancestor might not be able to bear his enormous power. Therefore, he must temper his body in order to be able to withstand more power.

This person came to seize the golden bone relic in order to present it to the Holy Ancestor Wu Lin. It seems that the devil is like a fish in water in the Gu Yang Continent. The power of the devil here is strong, which provides him with fertile soil for growth. As long as he is given enough time, it is not impossible for him to recover the combat power he had when he came to the world.

This made Xiao Lin a little worried. If he allowed the situation to continue, wouldn't he one day come to the Holy Moon Continent and seek revenge on him?

Xiao Lin was just thinking about it. With his current strength, he was not able to deal with this demon.

While Xiao Lin was thinking, a dazzling golden light emerged from the Pagoda Buddha Temple. Within the golden light was a hundred-foot-tall golden god, who was mobilizing the power of Buddha and slapping the dark clouds in the sky with one palm.

I saw the dazzling golden palm print growing rapidly, and soon it grew to a size of several hundred feet, rolling up the golden Buddha cloud all over the sky, and heading towards the evil spirit.

Seeing that the golden palm print was still dozens of feet away from the magic cloud, two giant hands suddenly stretched out from the magic cloud and tore the magic cloud apart, revealing a hundred-foot-tall demon god. The demon god's body was bronze in color, his eyes were like a commander, he had a lion's beak and an eagle nose, and his muscular right hand suddenly punched out.

The moment the fist was thrown out, the wind swept away the clouds, and the evil energy in the sky gathered on the fist in the shape of a gyroscope in an instant, and then collided with the golden Buddha's palm.

"Hmph~~"

A muffled groan was heard amid the roar, and the golden palm print instantly fell apart and flew in all directions. The hundred-foot demon god also retreated dozens of feet in the air, but he did not have the slightest intention of retreating. Instead, he became extremely angry. He took a sudden step forward, and the countless tiny demon gods floating in the air were sucked into his mouth like a whirlwind. The demonic energy on his body was surging, even worse than before.

At the same time, he stretched out the five fingers of his right hand and slowly reached out towards the void in front of him. In an instant, the void in front was shrouded in demonic energy. Countless demons of all sizes roared and gathered together with the demonic energy. In the blink of an eye, they turned into a black spear hundreds of feet long.

The demon grabbed the black spear and shot it towards the direction of the Pagoda Temple.

Weng~~

Golden light filled the pagoda temple and gathered together. Then the sound of chanting began to vibrate in the void. A large amount of golden light gathered above the pagoda temple to form a golden light shield, covering the entire mountain.

Just as all this was completed, a black spear fell from the sky and pierced the golden light shield fiercely.

"Boom~~"

The golden light shield suddenly collapsed, accompanied by the screams of countless Pagoda Buddha Sect disciples. Some of those with low cultivation levels even exploded to death on the spot, while many others vomited blood from their mouths, with expressions of horror on their faces.

Only the white-browed old monk in the center was still sitting with his brows lowered, golden light floating on his body, standing still like a mountain.

But as the black spear suddenly exploded, countless demons flew back, and the demonic energy rolled and shot in all directions, instantly tearing the golden light above the Pagoda Temple. The old monk with white eyebrows also shook, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth with a groan.

"Amitabha, you evil creature, today I will make you pay a heavy price even if it means sacrificing my ten thousand years of cultivation." The white-browed old monk, who had always been calm, suddenly became furious. He clasped his hands together and began to recite scriptures again. As the scriptures flowed, large patches of golden runes appeared on his body.

Dense red spots of light also appeared above the surrounding void. The red spots of light gathered towards the golden rune. One spot of light merged into a rune. As the spots of light merged, the golden rune suddenly turned into a ball of golden flame.

Countless red spots of light gathered within the golden rune and turned into golden flames all over the sky, sweeping towards the demonic clouds like a tsunami.

The white-browed old monk spat out a mouthful of blood again, and his face turned pale. He endured the severe injuries and pointed a finger at his brow. A golden lotus slowly emerged from his brow. As soon as the golden lotus appeared, it turned into a long string of phantoms and shot into the golden flame.

The golden flame suddenly came to life, and as it rolled, it turned into a golden fire man several hundred feet in size, and rushed straight into the demonic cloud.

"Is this the Golden Lotus Flame of the Primordial Spirit? You actually used your Primordial Spirit as oil, Buddha power as fire, and integrated the principles of fire you comprehended to transform it into the Golden Lotus Flame of the Primordial Spirit? Do you know that even if you can defeat me, your body and soul will be destroyed and vanish into thin air?"

"Amitabha, if I don't go to hell, who will? I will never become a Buddha until the devil is destroyed. Today's Pagoda Temple will be your burial place."

After the white-browed old monk said this, a blazing golden flame suddenly burned on his body. However, there was no trace of pain on his face. Instead, he slowly closed his eyes.

Above the void, the huge golden fire man roared suddenly, and circles of golden flames spread out in all directions with him as the center. Wherever it passed, the devil clouds disappeared. Even the countless demons in the Demon Soul Banner let out wailing and roaring sounds under the golden flames, but that was all, and they turned into ashes and disappeared.

At this time, the black-robed man in the magic cloud also appeared. As the first golden flame swept past, the black robe on his body instantly turned into ashes, revealing a hideous face of a man about forty years old. He was actually a burly middle-aged man.

At this moment, his face was distorted, as if he was enduring endless pain. The nine Demon Soul Banners surrounding him had all shrunk to three feet in size, with a huge figure of a demon god appearing on each of them. As circles of golden flames swept past, the Demon Soul Banners also released countless demon gods to resist. Unfortunately, how could these low-level demon gods resist the flames ignited by the White-browed Old Monk with his spiritual power? They were turned into ashes under the golden flames.

However, there are countless demons in the Demon Soul Banner. This Demon Soul Banner is the supreme magic treasure. Later, after being re-refined by the Saint Ancestor Wu Lin, countless demons were refined again with the blood and souls of countless creatures. It can be said that as long as the main demon is not destroyed, it will not have any impact no matter how many of these small demons die. The worst that can be done is to massacre a few more cities in the future and then refine it again.

The middle-aged man obviously also saw this, and he muttered something. Nine Demon Soul Banners instantly gathered around him and wrapped him in the center. It was obvious that he knew that he was no match for the huge golden flame man, so he activated the Demon Soul Banners for defense.

As long as he could withstand the attack of the golden flame and wait until his soul was burned out, that is when the old monk disappeared into smoke, he would still be able to destroy the entire Pagoda Temple and seize the golden bone relic.

Although the nine Demon Soul Banners in his hands had killed countless small demons, as long as he could obtain the Golden Bone Relic, it would still be a great achievement. He thought that Saint Ancestor Wu Lin would not blame him. But if he returned empty-handed, let alone whether he could escape with his life, even if he escaped in disgrace, he would have to face Saint Ancestor Wu Lin's endless wrath in the future, and his end would be even more miserable than dying under the golden flame.

The huge golden flame man carries the soul of the white-browed old monk who has practiced for tens of thousands of years, the power of Buddha and the power of rules. It is so powerful that if it were not for the nine magic soul banners refined by the Holy Ancestor Wu Lin, the middle-aged magic monk would have died without a doubt.

Seeing that the golden flames he emitted were unable to harm the Demon Soul Banner, the golden flame giant apparently decided to make a desperate attempt. He roared to the sky, and endless fire rule power poured into his body from all directions.

At this moment, he exerted the power of rules to the extreme, and in the shocked eyes of everyone, his huge body condensed into a palm-sized golden lotus. This golden lotus, with a long golden tail flame, instantly came in front of the middle-aged magic monk.

The nine Demon Soul Banners immediately emitted demonic light, and traces of true demonic energy surged out of them, gathering endless little demons. The crying ghosts and howling gods turned into a black barrier that blocked the middle-aged demon monk.

“Bald donkey, this is the Demon Soul Banner that was re-refined by the Holy Ancestor Wu Lin. It contains the true demon energy of the true demon world. How can you break it? Your death will become meaningless, hehe.”

Just as he was looking very proud, the golden lotus had already hit the black barrier.

"Bang~"

The void was shaken, and the next moment, the golden lotus exploded directly. Endless golden flames swept across the void. Countless demons exploded under the golden flames and turned into demonic energy and disappeared without a trace. Even the true demonic energy contained in it could not withstand the white-browed old monk's tens of thousands of years of hard practice.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Lin who was halfway up the mountain was also filled with admiration. In his opinion, the Buddhist monks were extremely hypocritical and the way they practiced was ultimately nothing more than plundering the soul power of mortals. However, these Buddhist Bodhisattvas were the most staunch supporters of Buddhism. Even they themselves were moved by their own ideas and were willing to sacrifice their lives for the cause.

Even Xiao Lin could not help but sigh that he was no match for Buddha in this regard.

However, Xiao Lin also understood that few people in the Buddhist sect knew that the power of faith they collected was actually plundering the soul power of mortals. Of course, only those crazy and loyal believers who believed in Buddhism for their entire lives would have their soul power plundered and eventually disappear. Originally, there were very few such people, but in the Continent of Gu Ri where Buddhism was prevalent, there were many such people.

I wonder what this martyred old monk with white eyebrows would feel if he knew that the Buddhism he had defended all his life would actually lead to the destruction of mortals.

However, no one in the Buddhist sect believed this. After all, the legend that a mortal's true spirit would re-enter the cycle of reincarnation after death was originally a vague legend. Even the existence of the underworld was controversial. Although Xiao Lin could feel that the soul power of those believers was greatly weakened, the fact that their true spirits could not re-enter the cycle of reincarnation after death was just his guess. He had no evidence to support this, and naturally it was impossible to publicize it. Not to mention those crazy mortals, even the Buddhist monks themselves would definitely not believe it.

Anyway, Xiao Lin was on the path of cultivating immortals, so he would not do such a thankless task as digging up people's ancestral graves.

Moreover, Buddhist monks believe in the theory of cause and effect and reincarnation. They think that as long as they die protecting the faith, their true spirits will be reincarnated as humans and will be able to carry on with the merits of their previous life and thus make further progress. Even the Mahavairocana Buddhas and Bodhisattvas firmly believe in such truth. As for whether it is true or not, I am afraid that only the many Mahavairocana Buddhas in the Mahabodhi Temple know.

The powerful attack launched by the white-browed old monk was truly shocking. Even the nine Demon Soul Banners of the Black Scale Saint were no match for it. After the golden lotus exploded, the demon cloud was annihilated. The demon god, the master of the nine Demon Soul Banners, saw that the situation was not good, and instantly returned to the Demon Soul Banner, shrinking to a size of an inch. With a few flashes of black light, he actually fled on his own, leaving the middle-aged demon monk dumbfounded.

Although the middle-aged demon cultivator was also a great demon cultivator and an ancestor of the area, he was at a loss for a moment when faced with the self-sacrificing attack of the white-browed old monk. The betrayal of the Demon Soul Banner made it impossible for him to react before he was swallowed by the endless golden flames.

The shrill howl only lasted for a moment, and his body turned into nothingness under the golden flames.

The evil cloud dissipated, and the Tafo Temple, which had been in a state of extreme desolation, returned to peace. The white-browed old monk had been burned to ashes at this moment, but a pale white thumb-sized crystal stone was revealed on the ground where he was sitting cross-legged. It was the relic transformed from his essence and blood.

However, with his level of cultivation, he is unable to condense a golden bone relic. However, this crystal stone is also an extremely rare Buddha relic, and its efficacy is at least at the level of a seventh-grade top-grade essence and blood pill.

Xiao Lin, who transformed himself into a middle-aged Confucian scholar, originally wanted to discuss Buddhist scriptures and philosophy with the monks of Tafo Temple, but he did not expect such an ending.

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