When Jun Wuxie and Yan Qingcheng arrived at Jubaozhai, the entire door of Jubaozhai was crowded with people.
There are guards from Jubaozhai guarding the gate, prohibiting all guests from entering, and a sign suspending business is also hung on the door.
Everyone was talking and guessing what happened in Jubaozhai.
Since Jubaozhai opened in this capital, we have never heard of such a thing as suspending business.
Pairs of eyes were looking at the sky above the Jubaozhai, where golden light shot up from the inside of the Jubaozhai, reflecting the Jubaozhai like a golden palace.
The sounds of wooden fish and chanting came from inside.
However, after these two sounds were transmitted, they did not have the effect of erasing the soul's will.
Obviously, this was done deliberately by the people inside.
Jun Wuxie's eyes were cold. The bald donkey concentrated all his transformation power on the courtyard where he lived, hoping to transform Yueyao and Su Lan.
"Stop, business is temporarily closed today. No one else is allowed in except those who are inside Jubaozhai!"
Jun Wuxie and Yan Qingcheng were stopped by two guards at the door.
"I am a friend of your chief steward, and I am here today just for her! You should be very clear about her current situation, so get out of the way quickly!"
"Master Jun, of course we recognize you, but this matter is an internal matter of our Jubaozhai. Outsiders are not allowed to interfere. It is better for you to wait outside." A guard chief came out of the Jubaozhai.
"Internal matters?" Jun Wuxie's eyes were cold and she said, "Su Lan, as the general manager of Jubaozhai's Great Zhou Capital, is now being trapped in your Jubaozhai. What's the point? What mistake did she make? , being treated like this?”
The captain of the guard said calmly: "I don't have to bother you, Mr. Laojun. We, the senior officials of Jubaozhai, have their own reasons for what we do."
Jun Wuxie was furious, golden blood surged from his palms instantly, and he was about to take action.
At this time, a Buddha's name came from inside.
"Amitabha."
A young monk with fine features clasped his hands and walked out.
Every time his footsteps fell, golden Buddha light bloomed.
After the Buddha's light bloomed under his feet, it flowed backwards and converged on the top of his head, repeating the cycle to form an oval golden light shield.
On the light mask, there are Sanskrit words shining, moving with the flowing golden light, making him look divine.
In an instant.
In front of the Jubaozhai gate, everyone's eyes were focused on the young monk.
Monks are rarely seen in places like the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
It is said that in the Eastern Wilderness Continent, Buddhism is prevalent only in the Western Regions, and those Buddhists all have very powerful abilities.
The Western Region is far away from the Southern Region, with thousands of rivers and thousands of mountains. How could people from Buddhism come here?
Just as everyone was guessing, the young monk with fine features spoke.
"The donor is filled with rage and resentment. If it is because of Uncle Huiyuan, the donor may have misunderstood."
He clasped his hands together and spoke to Jun Wuxie so calmly, with sincerity and compassion on his face.
"Misunderstanding?" Jun Wuxie narrowed his eyes slightly, looked directly into the young monk's eyes, and said, "Su Lan and my sister were trapped by your uncle. Do you think this is a misunderstanding?"
"Amitabha, the Buddha wanted to save the world from suffering, but he was often misunderstood." The young monk lowered his eyebrows and said, "Uncle Huiyuan is a great wise monk. By doing this, he was helping the two female donors escape from the sea of suffering. Gotta see the other side.”
"Do you have the final say between the sea of suffering and the other side?" Jun Wuxie sneered: "They clearly don't want to, but you forcefully trap them in that small courtyard and forcefully save them with scriptures every day. This is what your Buddhism means. Compassionate?"
"Amitabha." The young monk announced the name of the Buddha and said calmly: "My sister has the root of wisdom and is born with a predestined relationship with the Buddha. She is destined to be a member of the Buddhist sect, and may achieve the status of Bodhisattva in the future. However, your sister does not know it yet. , Master Huiyuan has no choice but to do this, everything is planned for your sister's future."
"So, should I thank you?"
Jun Wuxie's eyes became dark, and the anger in his heart was already burning.
What kind of bullshit gangster logic is this?
It seems that all the truth in the world is in their mouths, and whatever they say is what they say. You can do whatever you want. You don't need to ask others for their wishes. Even if you suppress them by force, it is an act of mercy.
"Amitabha, it would be best if the donor could be grateful. If all living beings in this world know how to be grateful and understand the great compassion of our Buddha who saves the world..."
Boom!
Before the young monk finished speaking, a terrifying cold light suddenly erupted from Jun Wuxie's deep eyes.
His momentum rose instantly, the golden blood in his body boiled, and the Yuanshi soldiers were moving, like a furious ancient beast, rushing directly towards the young monk.
Suddenly.
The roar of dragons and tigers shook Jubaozhai.
The real dragon and tiger attacked together with his body.
The dragon-tiger fist seal exploded the space, and the violent blood energy instantly knocked the chief guard and two guards at the door flying out, vomiting blood.
There was a sound.
His fist seal struck the golden light shield on the surface of the young monk's body, and a harsh metallic trembling sound sounded, as if it struck steel.
The young monk's body-protecting Buddha's light shook violently, and his legs slid against the ground for more than ten meters.
"Amitabha!"
There was a flash of shock in his eyes, but then he became very calm.
He walked towards Jun Wuxie and said, "The donor's anger is gnawing at his heart, and he may become a demon. Adhering to the compassion of my Buddha, the young monk is willing to help the donor resolve the anger in his heart and eradicate the evil and vicious inner demons."
He clasped his hands together and recited scriptures. Countless Sanskrit words rushed out of his mouth, condensed into swastika notes, and turned into a demon-conquering pestle in the air, flashing with blazing golden Buddha light, and bombarded Jun Wuxie.
Jun Wuxie waved his hand casually, a wisp of red dust sword energy condensed, and cut the Demonic Pestle into two pieces with one sword!
At the same time, he rushed forward, raised his hands high, and the red dust sword spirit surged, turned into a giant sword, and killed with a buzzing sound.
The young monk looked solemn, still clasping his hands, and kept chanting scriptures in his mouth. Countless Sanskrit words rushed out of his mouth, intertwining into a Buddhist and Taoist formation in front of him.
The formation rotates, and a huge swastika emerges in the center, with Sanskrit characters densely surrounding the swastika.
The entire formation rotated, as if it were pushing an invisible mountain forward to meet Jun Wuxie's sword energy.
There was a loud bang.
The sword energy collided with the Sanskrit formation diagram.
Brilliant golden light, golden energy aftermath, impacting in all directions like waves.
Click!
The formation diagram was full of cracks, and it only lasted a moment before falling apart.
The sword energy fell forward and struck the young monk's body-protecting Buddha's light.
The body-protecting Buddha's light shattered like a glass cover that had received a heavy blow.
The young monk flew out on the spot, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Jun Wuxie's body is like a strong wind, blowing up on him.
Before the young monk could stabilize his figure, a force locked his shoulder blades and threw him directly out of the Jubaozhai.
He followed the young monk's thrown body like a shadow, almost walking close to his body. Before he could land, he raised his palm, and the golden blood-flowing palms struck him hard.
There was a bang.
The body of the young monk was blasted so hard that it hit the ground, causing the ground outside Jubaozhai to tremble several times.
The ground sank, half of the monk's body sank into the ground, and bright red blood flowed out of his cracked body.
Everyone was shocked.
After not seeing each other for a short time, this Jun Wuxie became more terrifying than before.
With a single movement of his hands and feet, the mountain topples and the ground collapses. Between his fists, the power is concentrated and thick, domineering and fierce!
"Donor, how can you not respect Buddha?"
The young monk's mouth was bleeding, and when he saw Jun Wuxie's golden fist smashed down, his pupils shrank violently, and he was so angry.
"Buddha? Are you worthy of calling yourself a Buddha?" Jun Wuxie's fist slammed into the young monk's body, directly penetrating his protective Buddha light, causing his chest to collapse and blood to spurt out wildly.
"Buddha does have great wisdom and compassion, but you believers have fallen into the devil's path!" Jun Wuxie pinched the monk's neck, lifted him up and knelt on the ground, and slapped him with a big mouth, saying : "I see that the blood and qi in your body are congested, and given time, your life may be at risk. Only by whipping your body can we dredge the blood and qi and save your life!"
After he finished speaking, he slapped the young monk again on the face.
The young monk's delicate facial features were suddenly distorted and hideous, his face was covered with flowers and blood, and his back molars were blown out.
