Western Desert Great Thunderclap Temple.
The catastrophe three days ago dismantled Great Thunderclap Temple, the golden beast that had dominated Western Desert for thousands of years, into Ruins, skin and bones.
Among the ruins, the Sandalwood Incense that had lingered all year round was replaced by a strong smell of earth and putrefaction.
The huge Funnel-shaped pit that occupies the old site of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Hall is spewing Yin Sha Cold Qi from the center of the earth toward the sky. The black wind is hovering at the mouth of the pit, like the earth has opened a rotten lip that will never heal.
Even so, the inertia of faith is still terrifying and terrifying.
Above Ruins, no fleeing figure was seen.
The hundreds of thousands of surviving believers are like worker ants who have lost their queen but are still busy.
They were dressed in rags, carrying handbags on their shoulders, carrying heavy stones back into place, and repairing the broken pagodas with yellow mud mixed with their own blood.
Tens of thousands of people gathered around the statue of Shakyamuni, which had long since collapsed and only the lotus base was left. Their foreheads touched the ground, and they recited those boring and obscure scriptures loudly, trying to use this cheap piety to awaken the gods made of clay and wood.
The sun was fierce and scorching, causing sores all over the place.
"Namo Amitabha."
An old low groan floated out from the bottomless Funnel depths without any warning.
The sound was not loud, not as loud as the sound of metal and stone, but it carried a cold and penetrating power, drilling directly into the bone marrow along the eardrum, making all the busy movements freeze at this moment. It was not a call of mercy, but more like the hiss of a poisonous snake when it spits out a message.
The dead silence lasted for three breaths.
Then, fanaticism exploded in hundreds of thousands of cloudy eyes.
"Old Ancestor! It's Old Ancestor who has appeared!"
"Buddha did not abandon us! Western Desert can be saved!"
The shouts came one after another, with a tone of crying and madness.
Countless people dropped what they were doing and swarmed toward the deep pit like hyenas that smelled the smell of blood.
They scrambled to the ground, hitting their foreheads against the hard rock, unaware even if their heads were bruised and bleeding, just hoping to get an inch closer to the miracle.
In the deep pit, golden light suddenly appeared.
It was not pure Buddha Light. The light was mixed with dark red blood threads, making it look strange and turbid.
A skinny figure sat cross-legged on top of the illusory Lotus Platform, rising slowly with golden light.
That is Old Ancestor Kongji. But his appearance at this moment is enough to give the most devout believers nightmares for three days.
That Liver and Intestines Shattered not only cut off his intestines, but also damaged the source of his longevity.
Coupled with the fact that he forcibly burned Shou Yuan to hunt down Fang Mo three days ago, at this moment, he is simply a mummy just dug out of Ancient Tomb.
The skin was a grayish purple color, sticking tightly to the bones like dead tree bark, and was covered with cracks. There was no blood in the cracks, only Black Dust falling down.
His eye sockets were sunken into two black holes, his cheekbones were high, his lips were shriveled and shriveled, revealing a set of burnt-yellow teeth. Only the red mole between his eyebrows was so red that it almost bled, and that was the only place Aura that still had some trace of a living person on his body.
He is too old.
I'm so old that every cell in my body exudes the stench of decay.
If there wasn't something more terrifying under that deep pit that was holding him breathless, he would have passed away three days ago.
"What a wonderful appearance."
Kongji was suspended in mid-air, his turbid old eyes looking down at the densely packed, ant-like believers at his feet. There was no compassion in his eyes, only indifference and greed when he saw the food.
"Since I saw Tathagata, why don't you offer it?"
Kongji raised his skinny arm and gently waved his sleeves downwards.
It's not a blessing.
But a Taotie feast.
A pale golden ripple visible to the naked eye rippled from his sleeves, instantly covering a ten-mile radius below.
"Old Ancestor mercy..."
An old believer kneeling in the front row was still praying devoutly when he suddenly felt his body light up. He was horrified to find that his skin and flesh were drying up at an incredible speed, and the Essence Blood, strength and even soul in his body turned into wisps of red mist, flying uncontrollably towards Kongji in mid-air.
"Ah--!"
The screams just started and then stopped abruptly.
Just three breaths.
With the pit as the center, a total of 20,000 devout believers did not even have a chance to struggle, and they turned into White Bones all over the ground. Their clothes were still on their bodies, and they maintained their kneeling postures, like a pale white forest.
But Kongji in mid-air is undergoing amazing changes.
The Life Essence looted from 20,000 people moistened his withered body like rain and dew. The chapped skin became plump and shiny again, the collapsed muscles swelled again, and the withered hair on his head suddenly turned black.
In the blink of an eye, the dying old monk disappeared.
Instead, there was a handsome monk who looked to be no more than thirty years old, with a face like a crown of jade and a majestic appearance. Only those eyes were still bottomless, hiding thousands of years of vicissitudes and insidiousness.
"Humph, Kongji, passed."
At this moment, a cold snort came from the depths of the bottomless Funnel pit.
The sound had the texture of metal friction, as if two pieces of pig iron were scraping against each other, causing tiny cracks to appear in the surrounding space.
Kongji paused, a trace of deep fear flashed in his eyes. He knew who it was, it was the old Monster who was buried deeper than him and lived longer than him.
"Just a few Two-Legged Sheep."
Kongji adjusted the cassock on his body, and although his tone was respectful, there was an undeniable toughness in his tone, "Uncle Master, that boy robbed Heart of Sorrow and broke our thousand-year layout. If I don't return to my peak, how can I get it back from Great Qian?"
The voice under the pit was silent for a moment, then sounded again, with a hint of sarcasm. "That's your plan, not mine. Great Qian The water is very deep in that place, don't throw your life there."
"Uncle, you don't have to worry about it."
Kongji's eyes flashed with a cold light, "That boy has more than one aura of God King. If we can capture him and refine him into Human Pill, not only me, but even you, the master uncle, can extend his life for another five hundred years."
This time, there was no sound at all under the pit.
Obviously, the temptation of extending one's life by five hundred years is enough to make any old Monster shut up.
Kongji sneered, knowing that he only had this chance. If he couldn't bring Fang Mo back, without Great Qian's masters killing him, the group of Old Ancestors at the bottom of the pit would tear him alive and eat him as snacks.
"Great Qian...Fang Mo..."
Kongji turned his head and looked to the east, his gaze seemed to have penetrated thousands of mountains and rivers, and was locked on the galloping carriage.
"If you eat anything from me, you have to spit it out."
Boom!
A blood-gold rainbow rose into the sky that penetrated the heaven and earth.
Kongji turned into a meteor, carrying the terrifying pressure of the strong Dharma Aspect Realm, ignoring the distance in space, and chased madly in the direction of Great Qian.
It is the hunter's relentless pursuit of his prey.