In Lingyin Temple, Daoji was lying in the main hall, tossing and turning and feeling uncomfortable.
Finally, he suddenly sat up and said, "Oh, I shouldn't have gotten involved in this in the first place.
Forget it, who made the poor monk agree to the Taoist priest? "
After that, Zhuo pulled on his worn shoes, shook his cattail leaf fan, and walked out staggeringly.
"Amitabha, Daoji, where are you going?" Elder Yuankong, the abbot of Lingyin Temple, asked.
"Old monk, I'm going to help people break up the fight," Daoji said.
"Daoji, you'd better not get involved in this matter." Elder Yuankong advised.
"It's hard not to ignore someone who made a promise.
Besides, when you asked me to go, you didn't say you wouldn't let me take care of it. Daoji said with a smile.
"Well, whatever, since you say so, I can't stop you, but I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to go." Elder Yuankong shook his head.
"Don't be afraid if it's difficult, I won't go if I'm afraid." Daoji said and walked out of the temple.
After walking not far, I saw a black-faced monk standing in the middle of the road.
When he saw Jigong, he said: "Senior brother, please come back."
"Pumiao, you are not in the temple to help the monks, why are you coming here to stop me?" Daoji came to the monk and hit him three times with his heavenly spirit cap.
This monk is the Western Tiger Crouching Arhat who came to this world, with the dharma name Pu Miao.
Pu Miao touched her head and said, "The Bodhisattva asked me to come and talk about Zen with my senior brother."
"What does this crazy monk like me know about Zen? If you don't talk, don't talk." Daoji shook his head and squeezed past him to leave.
"Senior brother, you'd better tell me, otherwise I won't be able to explain." Pu Miao sat cross-legged on the ground, the Buddha's light flashed behind him, and a ferocious tiger loomed in the Buddha's light.
Daoji's body was also spontaneously aroused with Buddha's light, but the divine dragon that should have been missing was missing.
The two Buddha lights, one golden and one white, transformed into countless words that collided with each other, and each collision burst out a Buddhist rhyme.
"Forget it, since you're here, come with me later." Seeing this, Daoji murmured, and a string of scriptures floated out of his mouth.
"After we finish talking about Zen, let's go together." Pu Miao also had a string of sutras floating in his mouth.
In Lingxiao Temple, Lingqing stroked the Xuanwu Yin Yang Sword that had been almost refined.
He turned his hand and held it upside down, walked out of the door, and called Chang Ran over, "I am leaving now, so I will leave this Taoist temple to you.
I hope you can practice well in the future and attain enlightenment as soon as possible. "
"Zhenren, my disciple will definitely live up to Zhenren's high expectations." Chang Ran said reluctantly.
Lingqing patted his shoulder and walked out of the Taoist temple.
After a while, he saw a young monk wearing an iron hoop, long hair shawl, eyebrows and big eyes, Buddhist beads hanging around his neck, an iron rod in his hand, and a double hook on his back.
When he saw Lingqing, he raised his palms and saluted and said, "Junior brother, I've heard about this for a long time."
"Senior brother, I have admired you for a long time. I wonder what happened to you?" Ling Qing looked at him with a flash in his eyes and clasped his hands.
"I've heard about Junior Brother for a long time, but I've never seen him before. Today I have time to talk to Junior Brother."
"Unfortunately, junior brother has something important to do. If senior brother is not in a hurry, how about staying in the observation room for a little while?
If you go there, you will come back. "Ling Qing said.
"When a guest comes, there is no reason for the host to avoid him. He is just talking and won't waste junior brother's time."
"Forget it, since senior brother said this, I will talk to senior brother about it." Ling Qing saw him saying this and said with a smile.
Then, with a flash of his body, Emperor Miaoxiang rushed towards him with the spirit whip in hand.
When the monk saw it, he chanted Amitabha, picked up the iron rod in his hand, and struck it down at Emperor Miaoxiang.
Bang!
The iron whip and iron rod intersected, making a huge buzzing sound.
Then Emperor Miaoxiang slammed into Lingqing like a cannonball.
Lingqing swayed his body, transformed into two, separated from Emperor Miaoyuan, and caught Emperor Miaoxiang.
Finally, he distanced himself and surrounded the monk with Emperor Miaoyou who appeared last.
"Junior brother, this method is really wonderful." The monk looked at it and praised it, completely unaware that he was being surrounded.
"It's a pity that senior brother didn't see everything." Ling Qing also secretly said it was a pity in his heart. Now that there are only three clones on the side, he may not be able to defeat the one in front of him.
Immediately, green mist filled the surrounding area, covering the top of the mountain and the five people.
"Junior brother, I have seen this formation before. If junior brother has all his clones, there is really nothing I can do about it.
But it’s just like this..." The monk shook his head.
"Then senior brother, let's have a try." In the middle palace, Ling Qing shook the fly whisk and said with a smile.
Although later I saw that the monk entered the formation and landed in Kan Palace in Zhengbei, where he faced Emperor Miaoxiang again.
The monk is a living Arhat, equivalent to the realm of the Earthly Immortal of the Three Tribulations, and his every move is unpredictable.
Emperor Miaoxiang combined the two palaces of Kan and Gen into one place.
With the blessing of the Nine Palaces World, although he has not reached the same level as him, he still has the fighting power of an Earth Immortal.
At this time, the two of them were fighting together, which looked quite spectacular.
It was beaten from the sky to the mountains, to the sea, and from the sea back to the sky.
The surrounding sea water transformed into infinite ferocious beasts, but except for a limited few, they could not get close to the monk.
He had no choice but to merge into the body of Emperor Miaoxiang to restore his magic power and increase his combat power.
Gradually, the monk's magical power became stronger and stronger. With one swing of his stick, he could knock Wang Yang into a deep ravine.
With a casual sweep, the ferocious beast in front of him was swept away.
Emperor Miaoxiang rushed forward several times, but was beaten back by him. He turned around and disappeared.
The scenery in front of the monk also transformed from nine mountains and nine seas into a forest. A strong wind roared in the sky, causing the forest waves to surge.
In the middle palace, Ling Qing knew that he could not be trapped for long, so he patted himself down from the altar.
A Dharma Eucalyptus was raised on the altar. General Lingqing raised his flag and raised his hand to strike a thunderbolt.
The token suddenly flew up from the throne, spinning slowly in front of him.
Holding the incense, he said: "I would like to ask General Zhao of Xuantan to step on the five fires astride the black tiger, hold the iron whip in his hand and move the heaven and earth to cut off the evil spirits in the world.
I presented the imperial edict of the Qingling Treasure, burned incense and bowed before the altar. My disciples bowed three times with one heart, and the marshal of the Xuantan altar came.
The divine soldiers are as urgent as the law! "
After that, Lingqing put the incense in the incense burner.
I saw the incense burning red, and in an instant it turned into a wisp of cigarettes and the birds flew into the air and disappeared.
Then a tiger's roar was heard in the air, sounding like a thunderbolt.
A god with a black face and black beard, wearing golden armor, holding an iron whip, riding on a black tiger, and stepping on a fire wheel landed in front of the altar.
It is Zhao Gongming, the true king of Xuantan.
"Disciple has met my uncle!" Ling Qing hurriedly bowed his head.
"I already know what you're asking for. I'm here to stop him. You can go ahead." Zhao Gongming looked at the monk in the earthquake palace and said.
"Thank you, uncle." Ling Qing bowed again and took the magic weapon's incarnation away.
The monk met Zhao Gongming for a while, then he bowed and said, "Mucha has seen the true king!"
"You are not allowed to descend to the mortal world privately according to destiny. Come back with me and be punished." Zhao Gongming pointed at him with the iron whip in his hand.
"This disciple has received the Bodhisattva's decree, and is not a private descendant." Mu Cha said.
"But the Bodhisattva didn't know. Since you said so, follow me and explain it clearly to the Bodhisattva." After Zhao Gongming said this, he went to catch him.
Mucha hurriedly waved the iron rod in his hand and was about to speak.
But I heard Zhao Gong shout loudly: "Okay, you really have a guilty conscience and you dare to resist? I won't spare you."
At that moment, there was a black tiger standing with an iron whip in hand. He didn't allow Mu Cha to say anything and struck him with his hands.
Seeing that Mu Cha had no choice but to raise his stick to greet him, this was in response to Zhao Gongming's words of resistance.
Zhao Gongming snorted coldly in his heart, beating him so hard that he couldn't even care about Ling Qing.
When Ling Qing saw it, he straightened his body and headed towards Zhenjiang.
