Thousands of thieves.
The old immortal who was originally buried in the earth by the head of the Buqiu Temple has now turned into a black mist and retreated instantly. Although his face is pale, it seems that the roots are not injured, but the black palm is completely broken off. , now held in the palm of the monk's hand, the Buddha's light circulates and becomes invisible.
The leader of Buqiu Temple, who had always been full of compassion and kindness, was now angry. His cassocks kept turning, and his aura became more and more sublime and unspeakable. He stood still, but it caused the brows of more than ten people hovering in the air to move slightly. .
People in Buddhism have always been pure and cultivate their minds, but this does not necessarily mean they can be deceived, and it is even more difficult for people to bear when they are angry. At this moment, the monk's momentum has been exhausted, and it is like a rising tide.
"When the young monk was young, he once learned a technique from the master, the abbot of Buqiu Temple. Now that a few of them are planning to use this underhanded method to gain influence, I will also present this technique and ask you to take a look."
After saying that, the monk stopped talking and sat cross-legged on the ground. He still did not forget to carefully tidy up the hem of his cassock that was scattered around him. He put his left foot on his right leg, placed his right foot on his left foot, called Vajra to meditate, and then wrapped his hands around In the Dantian, the fingers are intertwined, the shoulders and neck are relaxed, and the sound of Buddhist sutras is heard.
The feet and hands of the Thousand Eight Thieves were all covered in golden light. When they touched their wrists and ankles, their skin and flesh were in severe pain. They had no choice but to throw away the knife in their hands and fall off their horses. Not to mention that when they stepped forward, their hands and feet were almost wrapped in golden light. He is sitting cross-legged on the ground, as if he is being saved by the Buddha.
A total of 1,800 Buddha lights surround the mountains, as if they illuminate the entire winter night. Even the snow light is sprinkled with golden light, just like a Buddhist hall rising in the empty desert, and the sound of Zen chanting can be heard everywhere. The surrounding fields are filled with wind and snow.
"This method requires the most effort. The young monk can help the senior brother by doing this. There is no need to worry too much and just let it go. The young monk can just sweep the formation here. I think he can also protect the lives of the two young donors, but there are four figures in front of him. If you are in trouble, you need to rely on your senior brother’s magical power.” The monk whispered, then closed his eyes and quietly chanted sutras while crossing his legs.
In the midst of the Buddha's light, Fan Wujiang frowned slightly and stared at the young leader sitting cross-legged in the middle of the mountain with a hint of fear.
Even people from the Five Realms have died in battle in ancient times. There have been precedents for breaking through tens of thousands of armor formations by oneself, but seeing hundreds of thousands of armors, it is inevitable that they will end up. Exhausting all the energy in the body and exhaling, the bleak end of death. Compared with defeating the enemy with the power of swords and swords, it is even more difficult to trap the nearly two thousand bandits now. The word "trafficking and killing" has always been difficult, and it is not a myth in the world.
When the young monk closed his eyes, the area where the old monk originally stood was empty. Soon, the old man who had always stood in the air around Fan Wujiang suddenly had a Zen staff appear out of thin air on his chest. Immediately, he suddenly vomited blood, and his body The shape was like a paper kite smashing onto the mountain with its string broken. Dou Lian received a solid blow, but his body did not retreat. Instead, the old monk's Zen staff blocked his waist, and then punched him in the middle of the face, causing blood to splash. He raised his arms at arm's length, but without taking any action, he stepped forward in the air. The eighteen Buddhist beads on his chest immediately shone brightly. The powerful inner energy poured into them, and they actually left the body and went straight to Fan Wujiang's forehead.
The newly fallen snowflakes have not yet reached the ground, and the sudden west wind has not yet carried the fine sand.
In just a blink of an eye, the majestic old monk attacked three people in the field at the same time. Only Fan Wujiang could not stop the old monk's rosary, and he could not hold on for long.
Kang Zongzheng hurriedly took out the sword, and the sword glow spread out for more than ten feet, but it was pressed against the body by the golden light all over the old monk's body, making it difficult to get in. The old monk who had one of his palms cut off also took a deep breath and spat out something like a soaring dragon coiling around. The air was as black as ink, and countless poisonous insects and moths were in it. They all opened their wings and sharp mouths, biting the old monk all over his body. The two middle-aged men nearby did not dare to approach. Instead, they threw several magic weapons from their sleeves and hung them on the In mid-air, brilliance bloomed, dozens of spirit treasures gathered sword energy, bells rang and bottles vibrated, all pressing towards the old monk.
But without exception, all the old monks were surrounded by golden light, making it difficult for evil spirits to get close to him.
This is the octogenarian monk whose cultivation is second to none among the Buddhist sect, and no one can dare to beat him. Even though he has been rescuing his junior brother for several months, and even though his energy and blood have been slightly declining in the past few months, his majesty and majesty are still unparalleled in the world. People in the environment, the law does not apply to the body and the overwhelming force, it is like entering a deserted country.
The young man in the mountains could clearly see that the old monk in mid-air was so angry that the Buddha was so angry. In addition to protecting himself, the golden light around him was like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea suddenly turning upside down. Hundreds of golden strings were separated one after another, pressing down more than ten people in front of him. People are retreating one after another. Among them, several guests from the Feng family in the third realm have suffered losses in many places, and they are struggling to survive.
"If this senior can't be called the number one in Buddhism right now, I'm afraid Buddhism can really overwhelm the immortals from nine countries in the world and find it hard to breathe. It is often said that the water in Buddhism is deeper than the East China Sea, but I never thought that my old friend, Master, would actually have such a state." The young man looked at the golden-bodied old monk in the sky, whose body was like a steaming river in the vast sea. He couldn't help but murmured, and he had already put away the long sword in his hand, looking at it in ecstasy.
The monk sitting cross-legged turned his head when he heard this, but he still did not stop chanting sutras. Instead, he raised his hand to take out the back of a broken knife and carved something into the rock.
Wen Yu was attentive and immediately knew what the monk was thinking, so he tugged on the young man's sleeves and pulled Yun Zhong, who was already fascinated by the sight, to his side. He pointed to the few words written deep into the earth and stone in front of the monk, "You might as well take a look first. , and to talk about other things, my uncle, who has such a temperament of speaking without thinking, should change the truth so as not to offend more people in the future."
Yun Zhong turned around and took a closer look. He didn't know how powerful the monk was, but he used the sharp corner on the back of a broken sword to carve clear writing on the earth and rock.
If you don't ask for the abbot and abbot of the temple, you are still in the five realms.
The young man twitched his lips, nodded to the young monk and held his hands, smiled dryly, turned his head to look at Wen Yu's teasing expression, and stuttered and sighed, "It seems that the water of Buddhism is really enough to drown countless immortals in the world."
The young monk rarely raised the corners of his mouth, as if he was sincerely smiling, and his chanting became more and more steady.
The old monk successively handed out several moves in mid-air, waved his sleeves, and exploded several spiritual treasures in the air. He also seriously injured those Feng Jiakeqings who had poured their inner energy into the treasures. For a moment, they were unable to step up into the air and fell down the mountain. , unable to continue, he immediately retreated with a blow, stood on the mountain again, and smiled at the young man.
"Your master is an old friend of Lao Monk. When he was traveling around the world, he also took the magical power from Lao Monk and stole the valuable wooden fish from the temple to five or six places. Before that, with the help of Tridacna, he almost died. It is to take the life of Junior Brother Lao Na, so it is said that he has done his utmost to be benevolent and righteous."
There was a sword light coming towards him. Kang Zongzheng had accumulated more than ten breaths. The light of the sword seemed to be hanging in the air on the river and falling on the clouds. However, it was stopped by the old monk's Zen staff. With a slight swing, the light of the sword suddenly sank into the earth and stone and cut into the rock. Nearly ten feet.
But the old monk still spoke.
"Wu Shuang has a bad temper with Lao Na. Since he is his disciple, he should give him more advice. I have never mastered sword techniques, but all techniques are interlinked. There is no difference between spear and staff techniques. Likewise, sword techniques are also interlinked with sword and spear techniques. No matter it is The so-called sword energy, sword energy, sword light, spear edge, and stick wave may sound very different, but they are actually the same thing."
The old monk raised his Zen staff across his hand and resisted the torrent of purple-green divine light handed over by Dou Lian. He turned the Zen staff with one hand. The divine light was originally extremely powerful, but now it was blocked by the Zen staff, isolated and followed. As the Zen staff turned, it actually disappeared inch by inch. Finally, it was caught in the palm of the old man's hand and turned into an iron command. He still tried his best to break free.
"Listen up, little girl. These offenses and defenses, false moves, advance and retreat, and the so-called speed, slowness, interference, detection, and refutation are all the same in the final analysis, regardless of whether there is inner energy or not, whether it is the movement of the sword or the movement of the sword. The only difference between shaking the sword and passing the sword light is that one has not used the inner Qi, and the other has poured the inner Qi into it. If one has not mastered the swordsmanship and sword intention, even if he has the cultivation of the fourth and fifth realms, he will be nothing more than mediocre."
After saying that, the old monk suddenly jumped up, his Zen staff swept away the light of Kang Zongzheng's sword, and bullied him. He actually didn't use his inner energy. The Zen staff flew back and forth, and the four copper rings sounded almost in one piece. Even though Kang Zongzheng was using his inner energy Qi poured into the blade, and the blade flashed, but it was still pushed and collapsed by the Zen staff, forcing him to retreat one after another, his expression becoming more and more eager.
But in Yun Zhong's eyes, the seemingly ordinary copper Zen staff in the old monk's hand has turned into a long sword that can swallow water and fire. It can move forward and retreat freely, tearing down mountains and buildings. In this way, it can withstand the surging flood waves and rivers after the damage to the embankment. This time seems to be more difficult to defeat than when Qiuhu's sword energy surged.
Wen Yu also heard what the old monk said just now, and looked at the old monk in the sky who was already like a descended Buddha. A full twenty or thirty feet of golden light illuminated the entire dark night sky. Suddenly coming and going, the figures present in the four realms exchanged several moves one after another, as if they were in a deserted place.
Dou Lian suppressed the blood dripping from her mouth, and her expression was no longer as charming and frivolous as before. She could not even close the fight, her collarbone had been broken by the Zen staff, blood was bleeding from the corners of her mouth, and her whole body was injured by golden silk threads, with deep injuries everywhere.
The magical power of Buddhist Taoism can best destroy evil spirits and heretics. Even Dou Lian has swallowed the flesh and blood of countless people over the years, and his evil skills are extremely deep. Now he has inevitably suffered a lot. He gritted his teeth to suppress the injury. After taking a look at Fan Wujiang, he could The man still ignored him and took off his black robe, revealing his black armor. He was hit by the old monk's Zen staff and golden silk rope several times without any sign of decline.
"My master's sect back then had no shortage of magic weapons. At that time, Daliang said that there were more than a thousand treasures that could reach the sky. Although I boasted a little, there were only dozens of objects that could reach the sky. Many people were killed that day. Bao Laodao stole most of them, but there are still nearly ten pieces left."
"When I attacked and killed my master, I could use these ten heavenly objects to overwhelm an area in the future."
Fan Wujiang raised his hand and saw several objects lying in the air, all shining with precious light. He slightly squinted his eyes.
It is a rare thing in the world to find something that reaches the sky. There are nine of them hanging in Wuxing Ridge outside Qiling Pass. Their brilliance is so great that it can compete with the golden light.
Buddhism and Taoism are on par with gold, silver and treasures.
It's like the current world.
