With an extremely heavy sword, Li Xiuyuan took advantage of the ringing of the bell of Honglian Temple to strike the monk in front of him with an extremely heavy sword.
Facing Li Xiuyuan's sword, the monk's face showed a determined expression, his body did not move, and he spoke his true words again.
A deep and simple Buddhist aura condensed the aura of heaven and earth in the pagoda, and surged out of thin air beside him, then like a roaring sea.
Submerge Li Xiuyuan's Yishan Zhanxue into the sea.
Seeing Li Xiuyuan's incredible look, the monk replied coldly: "This is the pagoda, this is my world, and all your heresy can't be used!"
Li Xiuyuan nodded and replied calmly: "This is the world of Buddha. Do you want to defeat me with Buddhism?"
According to what the monk said, from the first floor upwards, the nine-story pagoda has restricted martial arts cultivation in the world. No wonder Wuxin and Jasmine will suffer.
How have these two ever seriously practiced Buddhism?
With a sigh, Li Xiuyuan slowly pulled out the Samsara Sword in his hand from the monk's sea, revealing a purple lightning-like sword shadow.
This is the power of the Heavenly Tribulation absorbed by the Samsara Sword, which transcends the Buddhism of this world.
The purple lightning rubbed against the air at high speed, making a sharp whistle. At this moment, the sword body was already burning.
Like thunder! Like electricity!
The ten thousand rays of Buddha's light condensed by the monk were compared. The purple lightning shredded the ten thousand rays of Buddha's light in front of it in the next moment, and slashed towards the monk with the spiritual sword in his hand!
The Samsara Sword cut through the void and hung quietly in the air of the pagoda, still three feet away from the monk's chest.
The monk couldn't help but frown tightly when he saw the lightning-fast sword slashing at him.
With a sad look on his face, Yi Jian shouted loudly and spurted out a stream of blood, heading towards the thunder and lightning slashed by Li Xiu Yuan.
Like the old monk, even the gatekeeper monk in the pagoda actually chose to sacrifice his own spirit sword with his own essence and blood.
"Buzz!" sounded, and the lightning sword struck by Li Xiuyuan slumped down.
Li Xiuyuan did not expect that the seemingly loyal monk in front of him would also use evil methods. The moment the Samsara Sword fell, he changed his moves again.
A sword slashed out like a clear breeze and bright moon, but this was Qingcheng's sword technique.
This is the simplest sword with no aura at all. Even the monk's Buddhist mantra cannot resist it.
At this moment, the monk who was sweating profusely had no choice but to stab Li Xiuyuan's lower body with the spiritual sword in his hand like a poisonous snake.
The Buddha's light condensed with Buddhist mantras around him became more intense, as if a shining golden shield was held in front of him, blocking out the breeze and bright moon of Li Xiuyuan.
The sword energy struck out by Li Xiuyuan fiercely pierced into the monk's invisible golden light.
A faint ripple appeared in front of the two people, then spread towards the pagoda in circles, and finally disappeared into the pagoda.
But Li Xiuyuan had no intention of stopping. Every time he drew his sword, he would cut into the golden ripples, one sword after another without stopping.
He was using the simplest sword style in the world to try to break the ten thousand golden lights condensed by the monks in the Buddhist mantra.
The monk's resolute expression changed again and again, between pale and ruddy, and finally became extremely pale, because he felt that Li Xiuyuan was about to cut through his golden light ripples.
At this moment, Li Xiuyuan reluctantly struck out with the sword in the wind again.
Just at this time, the monk also stabbed out his sword that condensed the power of Buddhist mantras.
"Ding!" With a sound, the two swords collided in the air, making a crisp sound.
The sword thrust out by Li Xiuyuan, who had the power of the Buddhist formless golden body, was like a heavy hammer, cutting the black sword in the monk's hand into several pieces.
The monk Buddha was so shocked that he threw away the hilt of his sword, kicked it on the ground, and swept back three feet.
At this time, Li Xiuyuan did not stop the sword move in his hand. The Samsara Sword in his hand cut through the void and made a soft ding sound.
With one strike of the sword, blood spattered out from the monk's arm, and he was injured.
Even though he couldn't use his favorite swordsmanship, Li Xiuyuan still cut his opponent with one sword!
The monk who flew back was shocked beyond words when he saw this scene. He looked at Li Xiuyuan quietly, but his eyes became complicated.
However, Li Xiuyuan could not and could not think too much. He just wanted to kill the monk.
At least I have to defeat him so that he can't fight back, because I have to pass the test and break into the second level of the pagoda.
So he had made up his mind to use a thunderous sword to resolve the battle in front of him.
Feeling the murderous intent of his opponent, the monk sighed, and with a flick of his hand he had another long sword in his hand, pointing quietly at Li Xiuyuan who was not far away from him.
There was a buzzing sound, but a Buddha statue appeared in Li Xiuyuan's divine sea.
Li Xiuyuan trembled slightly. He did not expect that the monk in front of him would rush his spiritual thoughts into his own divine sea, which reminded him of the original Tianyu City.
The demon that swallowed up the master's spiritual thoughts came to his own divine sea and wanted to take away his body, but in the end he was swallowed by himself.
Li Xiuyuan knew how terrifying his divine sea was. Even if the Buddhist monk in front of him had amazing spiritual thoughts, it would still not pose any danger to him.
The monk came to Li Xiuyuan's divine sea and prepared to use his telekinesis to occupy Li Xiuyuan's divine sea mercilessly. From now on, he will have a brand new body.
However, the next moment, he found that he had lost control of his spiritual thoughts, and even hung quietly in Li Xiuyuan's divine sea, unable to move.
A taller, more solemn and majestic golden Buddha slowly rose from Li Xiuyuan's divine sea. When the golden Buddha rose, it froze the monk's spiritual thoughts.
A golden Buddha statue, full of compassion and peace, appeared in front of him. This was no longer a fight between life and death.
But a kind of purification.
After purifying the violent atmosphere between heaven and earth one by one, the Golden Buddha held the flower in his hand and began to prepare to refine the monk's spiritual thoughts.
There is only one voice that keeps echoing in the world: "Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately."
In the moment of life and death, the monk spit out another mouthful of blood, kept chanting Buddhist mantras, quickly formed seals with his hands, and finally broke free from Li Xiuyuan's divine sea.
Then Li Xiuyuan knew that the monk in front of him was not a real Buddha, but a fake Buddha who practiced magic.
Putting doubt to the test, it seems that the guy in front of me doesn't believe in the greatness of Buddhism at all, and actually practices two different methods.
This fulfilled the phrase he always said: "One thought will make you a Buddha, and one thought will turn you into a demon." Ordinary people are still Buddhist monks, and they often only have one thought in front of Buddha and demons.
When the Samsara Sword was slashed out, the solemn Buddha statue suddenly disappeared.
A black mist rose in front of him, and then the monk He's unwilling voice sounded in the void: "Don't be complacent, this is only the first floor, there are eight more floors above..."
Li Xiuyuan suddenly became furious and slashed into the void with his sword.
There was only a babbling sound, and a drop of black blood dripped down from the void. It was obvious that the monk who had transformed into black mist was injured.
"You and I are at odds with each other!" A shrill ghost cry echoed in the pagoda.
Li Xiuyuan withdrew his sword and said coldly: "Welcome to fight!"
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The monk disappeared, the passage on the second floor opened instantly, and Li Xiuyuan went up step by step.
Looking around, the second floor was like a Buddhist temple, but it was larger than any Buddhist temple he had ever seen.
I looked around but there was no one around and I thought, am I here early again?
It had the advantage of being early, so he would continue to support the second level and continue to engrave countless runes.
While holding the knife in his hand and starting to carve, he murmured to himself: "You want to sacrifice the nine-story pagoda to heaven? Wait until I attack you one by one and overturn this monster tower of yours."
I don't know how long I was busy until a golden light rose in the center of the Buddhist hall and a Buddha's name came.
Li Xiuyuan struck the last blow and completed the inscription of the second layer of runes.
Looking back, I saw a white-browed old man sitting on a futon with a compassionate expression on his face, holding a copper bell and shaking it gently.
As if to wake up Li Xiuyuan from his dream.
Li Xiuyuan looked at the old monk in front of him who looked exactly like the master of the Great Buddha Temple, and couldn't help but feel his heart sink. Do you want to play fantasy with me?
Don’t you know that my heart is as solid as a rock, how can I be moved by evil spirits and heretics?
When the old monk opened his eyes, the Buddha's light suddenly shone brightly, and he asked softly: "Where did the donor come from, and why did he carve randomly on the pagoda?"
After putting away the knife, Li Xiuyuan's fingers trembled slightly, and even the Samsara Sword beside his waist made a soft sound.
That was clearly telling him that there was a demon-like fake Buddha sitting in front of him.
When he opened his eyes and raised his head, there was an old monk sitting cross-legged who looked similar to his former master.
But that's not the case in his opinion. If the guy in front of him wants to deal with him, he won't face him with a kind face.
So, Li Xiuyuan replied calmly: "Every time I go to a holy place, I like to leave something on the most conspicuous ground so that future generations know that I have been there."
"Oh, this is a good habit."
The old monk did not scold him for being disrespectful, but pointed to a futon not far in front of him and said, "Can you sit down and let's talk about Buddhism?"
"No need to fight?"
Li Xiuyuan was suspicious in a low voice, and finally sat in front of the old man.
The Samsara Sword is placed on his lap, like a door god who is protecting his mind. If the old monk opposite him does anything wrong, he will rise up to slay the demons.
"Senior, how did you know that I am practicing cultivation? I know nothing about Buddhism. Aren't you playing the harp to others?"
Li Xiuyuan looked at Lao Shang, who was five feet away in front of him, and said quietly.
"I don't know if you practice Buddhism, but you just sat in the pagoda for too long, and finally a new person came. I just want to tell you a story."
The old monk stopped shaking the copper bell in his hand, looked at him and said softly: "Sometimes, the Dharma in the story is far more joyful than the boring Dharma."
"So, I'm all ears, please speak."
In his opinion, if he listened to a story and fell into your trap, it would be better to wipe his neck with a sword.
Throughout the journey, he had listened to countless people telling stories to him, but no one had ever been able to confuse his mind.
The old monk lowered his head, looked at the copper bell in his hand, and said quietly: "This is a solemn and even somewhat tragic story."
This is a story about Buddha...
One day, the Buddha took Ananda to Savatthi City to beg for food. An old mother in the city had two sons who often stole.
On this day, two children were caught. According to the kingdom's laws, they were sentenced to death and prepared to be taken to the execution ground.
The mother and son saw the Buddha approaching from a distance and immediately fell to the ground.
The old mother begged the Lord: "I beg the Buddha to take pity on our misfortune and save my son's life."
The Buddha felt sorry for the suffering of the three people and asked Ananda to go to the king and ask the king to forgive the old mother's two sons.
The king agreed to Ananda's request and released the two men.
The two sons who narrowly escaped death converted to Buddhism and achieved holy fruition soon after becoming monks.
Ananda witnessed with his own eyes the experience of mother and son being saved by the Buddha. He was very surprised and praised the Buddha's supreme merits.
He exclaimed: "I don't know what kind of good roots these three people, mother and son, have planted in their previous lives. Can they be worthy of meeting the World Honored One and not only being forgiven of their serious crimes, but also attaining the holy fruit?"
