"Master, tell me, why did I make a mistake?" Liu Wei asked with a smile.
The monk stared at Liu Wei's eyes, frowned for a while, and then said: "Donor, because you have committed too many sins, God punished you and turned your eyes into sinful eyes. You are riddled with sins. If If you don't follow me back to the temple, you will still commit many crimes, and one day you will reap the consequences. At that time, even if I, the Buddha, are compassionate and want to save you, there will be nothing I can do!"
"If you put it like that, Buddha is not that powerful, so I won't even go!" Liu Weidao.
The monk frowned and said, "Amitabha, the donor must be careful and don't speak ill of my Buddha! A poor monk is a monk, so don't lie! The donor is destined to be my Buddha, so you should follow me back to the temple to receive my Buddha's baptism!"
"I understand Master's kindness. No matter what consequences there may be in the future, I will bear them myself!" Liu Wei looked at the monk and said.
He didn't believe the monk's nonsense. All the evil eyes and guilt were all caused by this monk to scare people.
The reason why his eyes become like this is that one is caused by absorbing too much evil energy, and the other is caused by absorbing too much death energy. Does it have anything to do with sin?
Seeing that Liu Wei was indifferent, the monk frowned deeply, "If the benefactor doesn't follow the poor monk back to the temple, then the poor monk can only take the benefactor back forcibly! The benefactor's sins are too heavy. If he stays in this world, he will be a kind of evil to others. A great disaster!"
Liu Wei's face was calm, "Master, I want to talk to you nicely, but don't be aggressive! How can there be any reason to force someone to become a monk? If master wants to use force, then I will have to learn from the master's clever tricks!"
"Amitabha, it seems that the poor monk can only take the donor back by force!" After the monk finished speaking, he handed the wooden fish mallet in his right hand to his left hand.
Immediately, the monk slowly raised his right hand, bent his thumb towards the palm, put the other four fingers together, and raised his palm upright on his chest.
As for Liu Wei, a sword also appeared in his hand, which was the Emperor's Green Bamboo Sword.
Facing this monk, he didn't dare to use his sword, because this monk was not at the Emperor's level, but a strong man above the Emperor's level.
The momentum exuded from this monk was stronger than that of Gong Yezhi.
At this moment, the monk's palm on his chest slowly turned over and then slowly pushed out towards Liu Wei.
A golden palm print flew out from the monk's palm and struck Liu Wei.
The devil's palm!
One of the many magical powers of Jinding Temple, it is not the most superior, but it is not an ordinary trick either.
Liu Wei held his sword and slashed towards the palm print!
The second sword of Kaitian Sword Technique!
A ray of sword light cut through the space in front of him, and instantly struck the golden palm print.
In everyone's disbelieving eyes, the golden palm print shattered into pieces and dissipated into little bits of energy.
But the sword light still slashed at the monk.
The monk narrowed his eyes, and the wooden fish mallet in his left hand flew out and hit the sword light.
With a bang, the sword light shattered and the wooden fish mallet flew back.
The monk grabbed the wooden fish mallet, but his body was impacted by the power carried by the wooden fish mallet and he quickly retreated back.
The monk retreated nearly ten feet before regaining his balance.
The wooden fish mallet and the wooden fish are both valuable Buddhist instruments, otherwise they would have been chopped into pieces long ago.
"Amitabha, donor, don't blame the poor monk for his heavy hand!" the monk said solemnly.
Liu Wei chuckled, "Master, shouldn't a monk be compassionate? But you want to deal harshly with me. By doing this, aren't you afraid of damaging the Buddhist ideals and causing the Buddha to punish you?"
The monk frowned and asked: "How dare you, evildoer, to harm the heart of a poor monk?"
There was a sneer on Liu Wei's face, "Master, don't your Buddhists emphasize on cutting off the seven emotions and six desires? Why would the master get angry? Moreover, if the master himself has a firm Buddhist heart, how can it be broken by just a few words from me? Master, I suggest you return as soon as possible. Go to the temple, practice well, and wait until you understand what 'my Buddha is compassionate' and what 'Buddha saves all living beings' means, and then go out to save others, what do you think, Master?"
"Bad monk, I will take you in today to restore some peace to the world, so that you will not continue to cause harm to the world by killing again!" The monk finished angrily, with anger on his face, and punched Liu Wei brazenly. .
Demon-killing fist!
A golden fist as big as a boulder, packed with power that seemed capable of destroying the world, rushed out from the monk's fist and hit Liu Wei.
The power of this demon-slaying fist is not just a little bit stronger than the previous demon-suppressing palm, but more than twice as powerful.
But there was no fear in Liu Wei's eyes, and he slashed down with his sword.
The third sword of Kaitian Sword Technique!
A sword light as thin as a hair, but brighter than the bright sun, struck at the golden fist with lightning speed.
A roar, like muffled thunder, resounded in everyone's ears, making everyone's eardrums hurt.
The golden fist exploded and energy splashed out.
The sword light continued and struck the monk again.
There was a solemn look in the monk's eyes, and the wooden fish in his left hand had floated in front of him to resist the sword light.
With a bang, the wooden fish was chopped off and hit the monk's chest, sending the monk flying backwards.
Liu Wei stood still and did not move.
The monk flew dozens of feet away and landed on the high and low platform, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
The monk staggered up and looked at Liu Wei with fear and resentment in his eyes.
"Master, you said 'My Buddha is merciful', today I also send you a sentence 'God has the virtue of a good life', I hope the master will leave now so that he can take care of himself!" Liu Wei looked at the monk and said calmly.
The monk turned around, looked at the eight people he had chosen before, and said in a deep voice: "Follow the poor monk back to the temple!"
Immediately, the monk walked towards the barrier.
The eight people followed the monk silently. Although they were reluctant, they did not have Liu Wei's incredible strength and could not fight against the monk.
The monk's previous move to defeat the demon palm could kill them half to death!
The monk came to the barrier, waved his wooden fish mallet, and the barrier separated, and the monk stepped into it first.
After the eight people stepped into it, the barrier closed.
But before the barrier closed, the monk turned his head and glanced at Liu Wei, as if to keep Liu Wei's appearance firmly in his heart.
Zhu Mao looked at Liu Wei, "Brother, why don't we leave here temporarily or fight in quickly? If we continue to offend like this, I'm afraid that the big forces above will be completely offended by you!"
Liu Wei asked with a smile: "What, are you scared?"
Zhu Mao nodded, "It's a lie if you say you're not afraid!"
Liu Wei patted Zhu Mao on the shoulder, "It's okay. At worst, our two brothers will be beaten to death. What else can we do?"
Zhu Mao's expression froze.
Liu Wei still wanted to continue to see the faces of other forces in the world.
Liu Wei was extremely disgusted by the people who came from Yingtian Mansion and Jinding Temple.
When these people come across, they all look aloof and superior to others. They do whatever they say and completely dominate the lives of everyone here.
If everyone who came down from the middle world looked like this, then Liu Wei would be extremely disappointed.
In the next few days, people from several factions who came down one after another basically had their nostrils turned upward.
Fortunately, these families did not find Liu Wei's head. They each selected a few people and left safely without any conflict.
A few days later, a woman came out of the barrier.
The woman was wearing a light green dress, and her hair was tied into a braid, which was very long and reached her buttocks.
The woman was delicate-looking and looked to be in her twenties. She was holding a sheathed sword in her hand.
After the woman came out, she hugged her fists towards everyone with a smile on her face: "Everyone, I am from the Yuntian Sword Sect. To be honest, I also entered the middle world from here tens of thousands of years ago. This time is very special. I’m so happy that I was entrusted by the sect to select sword cultivators! Since our sect is all sword cultivators, I can only leave with the sword cultivators. Please forgive me!"
Immediately, the woman spoke again: "All sword cultivators in the room, those whose swordsmanship realm is above that of a sword master, including those who are in the realm of sword masters, can come next to me!"
As the woman finished speaking, there were only three people in the room, two men and one woman, who came to the woman.
The woman asked the three of them to draw their swords respectively. After verifying that the realm of swordsmanship was true, she asked the three of them to wait for a while.
Then, the woman looked at the field again, "There are tens of thousands of people here, are there only three people who meet this requirement? I know there are still people in the field who can meet this requirement, but everyone has concerns! But you can rest assured, as long as Once we enter the sect, no matter whether we are fellow disciples or elders of the sect, they will not discriminate against us or suppress us just because we come from a small world!"
After a few breaths, there was still no one standing up.
But everyone's eyes were looking in Liu Wei's direction intentionally or unintentionally.
The woman also noticed this and followed everyone's gaze and looked in the direction of Liu Wei.
When she saw Liu Wei, the woman frowned slightly and then walked towards Liu Wei.
The woman came to Liu Wei and stared at Liu Wei for a moment, "I feel the faint sword intention in you. You and I are both sword cultivators. When I get close to you, the sword in my hand, Becoming a little uneasy. So, can you tell me the reason why you don't come with me?"
Liu Wei shook his head, "There is no special reason, I just want to rely on my own ability to win!"
The woman frowned again, "Are you sure? That is no joke, you will die! If you follow me to the sect, no one will look down on you!"
Liu Wei smiled and said: "Thank you for your kindness, girl, but I still want to get in on my own!"
The woman nodded, "Then I wish fellow Taoist success. If you can really fight, come to our Yuntian Sword Sect and become the direct disciple of the sect leader!"
Liu Wei nodded, "Thank you so much, girl!"
"Can you tell me your name?" the woman asked.
"Liu Wei." Liu Wei said softly.
The woman smiled, "My name is Mu Ruoxue, I'll wait for you up there!"
Liu Wei smiled and nodded.
The woman turned around, cut through the barrier with her sword, and led the three of them into it.
