Zhang Wenfeng met a pair of mixed black and red eyes, and he vaguely "saw" the violent scene of bloody fog, landslides and tsunamis brewing in the depths. Among them, a white light was dim and unclear, shaky, drifting, and seemed to be annihilated at any time.
Zhang Guanzhu, who was in a still state and was extremely calm, felt his heart beat and his hair stood on end.
It turned out that the way he chanted the Taoist Sutra was not right for the disease, and the medicine was not correct. It only curbed the monk's attack for a while. The negative emotions were too blocked and could not be vented, so the consequences became more serious.
The monk was so crazy that he couldn't control it, and his mind and Buddha nature were about to completely collapse.
It was too late for him to escape now, so he tried his best to use the magical power of the wood-moving and shadow-changing curse, flashing afterimages in the air to avoid the monk's random knocks in the air.
The phantom of the gong hammer passed by the afterimage and fell on the ground, making holes of different depths.
The earth, vegetation and trees are splashing and the dust is billowing, which is thrilling to watch. Only those who have fought against the monk will know how terrifying the monk is.
Every time the monk knocked down, the shadow of the hammer enveloped a few feet, forming a suppression of strength.
Cang Lan and Hei Xiong suffered such a big loss. They were shocked by the roar of the King Kong Lion and were suppressed from behind. They could no longer dodge every attack. They fell behind every step and were passive at every step. They were suffocated until they died.
"Parting of love, meeting of resentment and hatred, not getting what you want, nothing like it, just empty flowers in your eyes, a complete illusion!"
"The body is like glass, the inside and outside are clear; it is pure and flawless, the light is vast; the merits are majestic, and the body is well settled; the net of flames is more majestic than the sun and the moon; all living beings in the netherworld are enlightened; they can do whatever they want."
Zhang Wenfeng used a soothing tone and spoke out the Buddhist scriptures he remembered from his previous life as calmly as possible.
Every word is Zen and the sound is witty.
As the scriptures were recited, perhaps the Buddhist nature deep in the monk's heart was aroused. The violent aura on the monk's body softened slightly, and the redness in his eyes tended to fade. Zhang Wenfeng shouted: "Monk, don't rein in the cliff yet, turn back and find the shore!"
He gestured behind with his left hand.
The donkey jumped forward and roared fiercely at the confused monk who stopped attacking and had a twisted face with protruding veins.
"Ah uh..."
The time for the donkey to practice the Vajra Lion Roar is still short, and it can only roar out one mantra.
The roar of the sound made the monk's robes clang against the impact.
The earth-shattering roar of a donkey, heard in the monk's ears, was actually the reverberating mantra of the word "I", with lingering sounds of birds and ripples.
Zhang Wenfeng and the donkey ran away at the same time. If the monk didn't wake up, he had no choice but to save the lives of his family first, and then summoned experts from all walks of life to besiege the possessed monk.
His way of awakening the monks is inseparable from the four words "a wake-up call" that the Buddhists emphasize.
As for whether the sound of his scriptures worked, or whether the donkey learned the lion's roar from the monk, he could only try his luck and could not force it. He did not dare to attack the monk with his sword magic power, and ordered the donkey not to use thunder. The monk's The rebound attack magical power was too powerful, and he didn't want to get into trouble.
There is still a huge gap in cultivation between him and the monk.
Two beast heads were left in the lake of blood on the ground. They wanted to cry but had no tears. They could neither escape nor hide.
Cang Lan and Hei Xiong simply closed their eyes and tilted their heads to pretend to be dead. They were already seriously injured. They just hoped that the monk in the air would stop paying attention to them and just let them go.
Yuan Xiao hurriedly walked forward two miles, unable to hide the anxiety in his eyes, and asked in a low voice: "Master Zhang, how are you? The monk won't be possessed by demons, right?"
The White Ape Club is not that far away from here, a journey of three to four hundred miles, which for a monk only takes a few minutes.
If the monks go south and attack and kill randomly, even if they gather experts to intercept them, the White Ape tribe will be defeated.
Zhang Wenfeng stopped and turned to look at the bald monk floating in the air in the distance. His face was solemn and he said in a deep voice: "We don't know yet whether the monk will wake up. It depends on God's will!"
The woman in black robe did not come closer, and her body was covered with a thin layer of black mist.
She was quite afraid of the monk, and would run away at the slightest sign of trouble.
According to her guess, the monk's skills, magical powers and treasures were no less than those of ordinary golden elixir monks. She had fought many times with the third-level monsters in the Broken Moon Demon Forest, but the monk suppressed her so that she could not resist. I just want to save my life first.
Yuan Xiao sent a message and asked: "Do you want to summon some experts to come over, just in case?"
Suddenly he turned his head and looked to the northwest, and saw a black shadow flying quickly towards him. Then he saw Xin Yue flying towards him in the southwest sky, and he felt a little relieved.
The movement here alerted the masters guarding Guiziling and Xin Yue from the three-tailed demon fox tribe.
Zhang Wenfeng waved to Mo Qingyu and Xin Yue who were flying over, and sent a message to the somewhat confused old ape, saying: "We'll see what happens. Even if the monk becomes possessed, the six of us can hold him back for a while."
It was a bit far away, and his spiritual vision couldn't see clearly the monk's specific situation.
Mo Qingyu was about to guard Gui Zailing for three years. She received a message from the patrolling monks, saying that there was a fierce fighting in the wild wasteland. Someone saw three big demons from the demon clan appearing. She made arrangements and hurriedly Found it.
Glancing at the embarrassed Ape Xiao and the black-robed woman shrouded in black mist, Mo Qingyu greeted Zhang Guanzhu and wondered, did something big happen? Why are they all gathered in Huanye Wasteland? Before he could inquire about the situation in detail, a Buddha's call came from a distance.
"Namo Amitabha!"
The sound is mellow, like ringing in the ears, making people feel like a spring breeze.
"Daozhang Zhang, come here. The monk has passed the test and will not attack randomly again."
The monk clasped his hands together and bowed. His bald head shone in the sun. He resumed his usual way of speaking. He felt relaxed all over. He stretched out his hand and pressed down on the ground. Tens of feet away, Cang Lan and Hei Xiong were smashed into the ground by him. Jumping out of the dirt.
The two old monsters stood on the ground and were caught off guard. They lay down and pretended to be dead. It seemed that it was too late. No matter how shameless they were, they couldn't do it. Everyone was watching over there.
"Go ahead, monk, I won't embarrass you. Next time you find someone to fight, use your skills to your advantage."
The monk spoke condescendingly.
He killed the monkey and tied the horse. It was when the Buddha's nature was as blazing as the heart without any dust. He could make the two demons below him feel ashamed without using any force.
"Yes, thank you Master for your teaching!"
The two demons were overjoyed to have escaped death. After saluting, they carefully dragged their injured bodies back more than ten feet to show respect, and then flew south at low altitude.
In the past, my vision was too narrow when I sat in a well and looked at the sky. The masters in this world are really high.
They simply cannot conceive of a gentleman's desire to seek revenge even after ten years. The level of the two parties is so far apart that everything becomes a matter of course, including being beaten.
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Zhang Wenfeng and Donkey flew closer and looked at the monk without saying anything for a while.
Mo Qingyu and Xin Yue did not come over from afar. They listened to Lao Yuan's voice transmission and briefly told them what happened. The more they listened, the more frightened they became. Especially Xin Yue. She had been with the monk for three days and they were very chatty. The monk's words were funny and nice. Unexpectedly, the monk almost beat the four demons to death in a rage.
Judging from Yuan Xiao's tone, the monk didn't try his best at all and just used a few random moves.
Seeing Cang Lan, who was staggering and flying towards her with her body intact, Xin Yue couldn't help but feel inexplicably comfortable in her heart. No matter how the smile at the corner of her mouth shrank, it still showed up.
Canglan was stunned.
Yuan Xiao suddenly remembered something and asked via voice transmission: "Xin Yue, what is the name of that master?"
He came out from the Three-tailed Demon Fox Club as a guest after he knew about Guanzhu Zhang, the monk and his entourage.
Xin Yue was silent for a moment and then said through a message: "Called Fa Yuan, the ape elder wouldn't mean..." She was a little worried that the ape whistle would be detrimental to the monk afterwards, but when she thought about how powerful the monk was, with the old ape's shrewdness, he should not commit suicide. Looking for trouble.
"Ah, it's him!"
Yuan Xiao blurted out. Seeing everyone looking at him, he quickly waved his hands and said: "We have been disturbing the human race for a long time, let's go back." The message told Xin Yue: "You stay for a while, and I will help the old ape to pray to the Dharma later." Master Yuan, I apologize and say a few more words, please, please!"
Monk Fayuan of Tianshan Temple was said to be the most promising person among the Buddhists in the Great Liang Dynasty to advance to the fourth level.
Yuan Xiao has many contacts and is well-informed. He has heard about this gossip.
No wonder the monk is so powerful that he makes people admire him. He is truly worthy of his name.
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