Dusk Returns to the Ruined Building

Chapter 442: Ancient Buddha's Background Destroys Saint

The wind from Yingzhou blew to the Ancient Buddhist Sect, bringing the first snow of this winter.

A thousand Shura domains, ten thousand stone steps, a wind, flowers and snow, and thousands of tree also leaves!

Outside the Ancient Buddha Sect, next to the kneeling stone statue, another person came. She was dressed in white clothes whiter than snow, with smiling eyebrows and a light yellow veil covering her face. She must be very beautiful, with fairy spirit all over her body. The snowflakes in the sky were shy and avoided it. She sat next to the stone statue and listened to the sound of snow Zen.

One person and one stone statue, one sitting and one kneeling, in the midst of the turbulent falling snow, they comprehend the ancient Buddha's mind. One has just arrived and the other has been kneeling for three thousand years.

In the ancient Buddha sect, the ancient Buddha wanted to know everything in the world, and the saint only asked the ancient Buddha's heart. Unfortunately, the ancient Buddha had no heart since ancient times, but the saint had a heart of compassion for the world.

The old beggar decided to ask the ancient Buddha on behalf of all living beings why they entered the world!

If Murong Ruoxi were here at this moment, she might understand what it means to be awake or drunk.

An old beggar lives a carefree life, that is drunkenness! An old beggar pities all living beings, that is awakeness!

It’s still that sword and that knife, and it’s still that drunken beggar, but the situation in the Ancient Buddha Sect has changed dramatically!

"Fellow Daoist, since you have transcended the mundane world and become a saint, why do you want to be entangled in worldly affairs again?"

In the Ancient Buddha Sect, the old beggar was fighting against three people alone, and the one who spoke was Shanwu’s master.

"Miao Zhen, rumors in the martial world say that you passed away a hundred years ago. Now it seems that the Ancient Buddha Sect still has many secrets!"

The old beggar didn't care whether Miao Zhen was dead or alive, but he could see that the current leader of the Ancient Buddha Sect, Shan Wu, didn't even know about it. How could he not be shocked?

In fact, there were two other people who frightened the old beggar.

Miao Zhen smiled and responded:

"Daoyou, there is reincarnation between death and life. Between this death and this life, I finally realized the Buddha's heart. The ancient Buddha's way can be spread to the world!"

After Miao Zhen finished speaking, the golden palm force in the sky hit the old beggar like a wall!

The old beggar looked calm and muttered to himself:

"I haven't used this technique for many years!"

The old beggar shouted:

"Stars are falling all over the galaxy!"

The old beggar's sword turned into seven stars, but his sword was different from the one in red clothes, the seven stars were turned from wine. With the power of the seven stars alone, he blocked the power of thousands of Buddha's palms!

The other two people also attacked the old beggar at the same time. One of them had a sword behind his back. A sword light slashed directly at the old beggar. The sharp and powerful sword energy seemed to tear the void and shoot straight at the old beggar. It was the sword that nourishes qi!

"Ouyang Puning, the peerless genius of the Ouyang family back then actually hid in the Ancient Buddha Sect. It's really ridiculous!"

The old beggar called out the monk's name. He had met this person when he was young, but it was just a passing encounter!

"Fellow Daoist, you've got the wrong person. There's only Monk Miao Pu from the Ancient Buddha Sect here!"

"Devil's sword energy!"

The drunken knife in the old beggar's hand burst out with a terrifying sword energy, and with one blow, it chopped the sword that was nourishing qi into pieces. However, the other monk's dark palms had already hit his chest. The old beggar gave up the knife and sword and faced them with his own palms!

The three opposing forces in the Ancient Buddha Sect were instantly unbalanced, and a huge explosion occurred. A huge air wave rushed up into the sky, and the flying snowflakes disappeared in an instant. All the people in the Ancient Buddha Sect retreated to the Shura Domain. Watching this shocking battle, many people benefited greatly!

When snowflakes began to fall from the sky again, an old beggar was seen drinking in the circular square. He seemed drunk, but not drunk at all. The blood at the corners of his mouth went into his stomach along with the wine.

"Buddha and devil can be one family. It has been two hundred years. You are no longer the rebellious boy you were before. Although you were rebellious then, you were also a seeker of truth. Why are you seeking Buddha now?"

"Weren't you handsome and elegant back then? I remember Qing Yuan loved you to death, but now, haven't you given up human love?"

The last of the three monks from the Ancient Buddha Sect is from the Dream Demon Sect. His name is Mo Tianchou. He and the old beggar are indeed old acquaintances, but they are rivals in love.

When he was young, Mo Tianchou was a rebellious genius boy of the Mengmo Sect. He fell in love with Qingyuan of the Daoyuan Sect. Unfortunately, although he was infatuated, the girl was not interested. Qingyuan's heart for Taoism had been destroyed by another person, who was the old beggar in his youth!

Mo Tianchou fought with the old beggar three times for this, but was defeated every time. Finally, he disappeared. Some rumors said that he died in the internal strife of the Dream Demon Sect, and some rumors said that his soul entered the Dream Demon Sect in order to seek proof of his truth.

If it weren’t for the fight just now, the old beggar really wouldn’t have recognized him, because Mo Tianchou had completely changed his appearance!

When the old beggar heard the name Qing Yuan, he still felt a little pain in his heart. Alas, his old friend has passed away, and he is afraid that he will not be able to escape death today!

The old beggar still underestimated the Ancient Buddha Sect, because another person came, a person whom even he could not see through. He held a golden bowl in one hand, stood on the top of the tallest pagoda in the Ancient Buddha Sect, and watched everything quietly.

"What should I call you? Mo Tianchou? Or the name of the Ancient Buddha?"

"Mo Tianchou, huh! No one has mentioned him for two hundred years, but today I still hear him so familiarly. But that person is dead. My Buddhist name is Miaobai!"

"Haha, interesting. From devil to Buddha, from black to white, is this your choice?"

"Everything in the world is either black or white. When I was black, you didn't feel ashamed. Now that I'm white, you still don't feel ashamed. What about you? You spent the first half of your life in a carefree way. Are you going to spend the second half in a drunken dream?"

The old beggar did not answer. He already knew what Mo Tianchou was thinking. He turned to look at the old monk holding the golden bowl and said:

"After hundreds of years of experience, I finally know the depth of the Ancient Buddha Sect. But I would like to give you a piece of advice: the world is still too big for the Ancient Buddha Sect! Tianji Pavilion has no intention of being an enemy of the Ancient Buddha Sect. I hope the Ancient Buddha will keep his promise!"

The old beggar decided to take a step back. Perhaps he was still too arrogant!

On the top of the Ancient Buddha Pagoda, the old monk holding the golden bowl spoke:

"The ancient Buddha wants to know everything in the world, how can a Tianji Pavilion stand in his way?"

The leader of the Ancient Buddha Sect, Shanwu, frowned as he was trying to recall who this person was!

The old beggar was stunned when he heard this. The Ancient Buddhist Sect really didn’t take him seriously. Could it be that they didn’t even take the person who had made the contract with them seriously?

"Miao Zhen, is the person who made the agreement still here? Before the ancient Buddha fought for the world, did he ever think about his power?"

Upon hearing this, Miaozhen turned and looked at the old monk holding the golden bowl.

"Ji Xuanfeng, it's been five hundred years. I really have forgotten what he looks like. Time has passed, and his power is no longer as great as that of an ancient Buddha!"

After the man holding the golden bowl finished speaking, he also flew down and slapped the old beggar with one palm!

"Today, my Ancient Buddha Sect will announce to the world, with the order of the saint, that the Ancient Buddha will take charge of world affairs!"

In the Ancient Buddha Sect, the old beggar fought with the man holding the golden bowl. The wind and clouds gathered and dispersed unpredictably, and the sharpness of the swords and knives destroyed everything in their path!

Outside the Ancient Buddha Sect, the woman who was sitting and listening to the Zen sounds woke up, and looked up at the top of the Snow Zen Mountain. It was surrounded by mist and her shape was unknown!

The woman chuckled and said:

"So this is the secret of the Ancient Buddha Sect. Alas! It really is a reincarnation every thousand years. Yingzhou, Yingzhou, you better pray for yourselves! Xuantian Pavilion, let's see how you will deal with it after a thousand years. Humph!"

After the woman finished speaking, she flew to the Ancient Buddha Sect. She wanted to save that man. He had guarded the Tianji Pavilion for her for hundreds of years. It was too early for him to die for the Tianji Pavilion now!

In the Ancient Buddha Sect, the old beggar and the old monk holding the golden bowl were fighting with each other in terms of true energy. The wanton release of true energy made it impossible for everyone to open their eyes, let alone move forward!

Alas, the old beggar still doesn’t drink enough wine!

"It is said that Saint Jiu Xiaoyao has seven-color holy wine, but it seems that he didn't bring it with him today!"

After the old monk holding the golden bowl finished speaking, a dark force passed into the old beggar's body through the golden bowl!

The old beggar was hit. The two men were originally evenly matched, but the old beggar suddenly flew backwards. He forced himself to stabilize his body and said:

"You, who are you?"

"The saints in this world are too arrogant! Kill them!"

The old monk holding the golden bowl actually issued a killing order!

Upon hearing this, the Ancient Buddha Sect's leader Shan Wu was greatly shocked and shouted:

"Stop! Master, the Ancient Buddha Sect does not allow people to kill without thinking. Isn't this what you taught your disciples?"

Shanwu stared closely at the monk Miaozhen who was about to take action.

"Good understanding, don't talk too much!"

After Miao Zhen finished speaking, he slapped the old beggar with his palm, and Miao Bai also attacked together, obviously wanting to take the old beggar's life!

The old beggar smiled bitterly in his heart and sighed secretly:

"Luckily I have accepted a disciple, Ya'er, I can finally go find you!"

The old beggar gave up. He knew his own body, and he didn't want to think about why the power in his body was madly eroding his true energy. He also didn't want to know who this person was or why his cultivation was so high. All this had nothing to do with him!

When the old beggar's life was coming to an end, the only things he was thinking about were two women and half a man. The half man was Ji Xuanfeng. For this friend, he did his best!

But the old beggar was not dead!

In the Ancient Buddha Sect, a woman with a yellow veil on her face, with a fist in one hand and a palm in the other, stopped Miaozhen and Miaobai.

The huge impact of true energy actually pushed Miaozhen and Miaobai back. When the true energy dissipated, snowflakes fell!

The woman standing in front of the old beggar was calm and composed!

The woman in white turned around and said with a smile:

"You owe Tianji Pavilion a favor!"