"Pfft!" With a sound, Liao Chen in the Buddhist hall couldn't help but spit out a sip of tea in his mouth. Looking at the old monk, he smiled bitterly and said: "That guy actually played tricks with Watson? I don't know how many volumes of Buddhist scriptures Watson has read, and he also got the true biography of the founder of Yunqi Temple..." In fact, the old monk didn't say a word. At that time, Watson Under Wentian Peak, he can be regarded as half of his disciples.
In this way, Watson turned out to be the founder of Yunqi Temple, followed by Chen, and was a disciple of the three of them. Moreover, Watson has also practiced the most authentic Buddhist physical power. No matter how powerful his enemy is, he will be destroyed in the face of the powerful Buddhist identity power.
The old monk sighed: "You will die if you do something wrong." Liao Chen lowered his eyes and said quietly: "Senior brother, don't forget, Hua Yu will go back to Yunqi Temple within a few days. Wentian Peak." The old monk sighed heavily and roared: "In this case, let him kill that guy who doesn't know whether to live or die with one sword!"... The middle-aged monk pointed the long sword in his hand. Watson, trembling all over.
He shouted sternly: "The bold devil dares to utter arrogant words and seek death in the land of Buddhism!" Watson looked at the middle-aged monk quietly and said: "I didn't expect that one of the law enforcement elders back then has been deposed. Today If I kill you, who will collect your body for you?" The middle-aged monk was furious. As the elder of the Law Enforcement Hall, he was a general in Jiashi Imperial City, but Watson said he was worthless.
Then he roared angrily: "The head of Kunlun said that you have become a demon. It seems today that not only have you become a demon, but your heart is as dark as a demon." After speaking, without any pause, the middle-aged monk gave a sharp shout and held the The long sword carried the power of heaven and earth in the mountains of Yunqi Temple and slashed towards Watson like a storm.
In an instant, a fierce and strong sword was struck at Watson! This is also the most powerful sword of the middle-aged monk. He has condensed his lifelong cultivation just to kill Watson!
It's just that no matter the most powerful sword or the most exquisite swordsmanship, in front of Watson who has gathered the Buddhist formless golden body and his body is stained with evil energy.
All have lost any meaning. The sword was as powerful as electricity and instantly chopped the bamboo hat on Watson's head into pieces. Countless bamboo shavings were sprayed out in all directions. The sword also tore a hole in the monk's robe... But Watson was already as light as a feather. Yan Yan retreated two feet, but the long sword was still pointed at Cube.
A mountain wind blew, and before Watson's monk's clothes could be picked up, a burst of black mist surged out and enveloped him instantly.
As a result, the middle-aged monk on the mountain path could no longer see Watson's face clearly. The middle-aged monk couldn't help being shocked when he saw it. Not only did he fail to decapitate Watson with his sword, but now he couldn't even see his face clearly.
Then he remembered the legend in the temple. It is said that if you practice the most authentic physical method of Buddhism, you can be invulnerable to swords and become a Buddha in the physical body.
And how old is the Watson in front of him? Even if he cultivates the power of the physical body in Buddhism, it is impossible for him to cultivate to the point of becoming a Buddha in the physical body.
Moreover, Watson's whole body was filled with thick black mist, which is a phenomenon that can only occur when one is in the devil's path, so he roared again!
He shouted: "The evidence is now irrefutable. Even if the abbot comes, he can't absolve you of the evil sin of being possessed!" In the black mist, Watson raised his head and looked quietly at the middle-aged monk a few feet away. The long sword in his hand is gathering strength.
Previously, he allowed the middle-aged monk's long sword to fall and strike at him... He just wanted to see if the master on the mountain would take action when he was between life and death.
Will he scold him and let him save the life of the elder of the Law Enforcement Hall? It seems that he is overthinking.
The teacher is like a father, and father and son are of the same mind. How could Master speak out for an evil monk who wants his disciple's life?
Even the old monk on the mountain didn't say a word. So, it seemed that Yunqi Temple would definitely not take action to save this middle-aged monk.
Only then did Watson laugh coldly. Since no one comes out to protect you, either I will die today or you will die... A sword like smoke slashed out of the black mist in an instant.
The sword energy went straight up like a rainbow, instantly cutting through the middle-aged monk's body-protecting energy, slashing through the monk's chest, and a trace of blood spattered out.
"Pfft!" The middle-aged monk spurted out a mouthful of blood, instantly staining his monk's clothes and the stone slabs on the ground red.
In just the blink of an eye, Watson withdrew his long sword and stood motionless on the mountain path, waiting for his opponent to become angry and then attack him.
"Damn it!" The middle-aged monk looked down at the scars on his chest, with two flashes of anger in his eyes that were about to burn everything.
Holding the sword again, he slowly came down. Watson remained motionless, all his strength was concentrated on the sword in his hand... Shrouded in a thick black mist, the middle-aged monk could not see that the sword in Watson's hand was getting bigger and bigger. As time went by, it became terrifying.
This time, the middle-aged monk walked very slowly. Every time he took a step, the long sword in his hand dragged on the stone steps, making a harsh sound.
It was painful to hear it in Watson's ears, as if the sword was dragging on his body, cutting his own flesh with each knife.
Standing three feet in front of Watson, the middle-aged monk looked at him and said coldly: "Do you know? As long as you draw your sword, you will die!" Watson was too lazy to pay attention to him, but looked at the mountain gate of Yunqi Temple. .
He murmured to himself: "Master, if I kill him with one sword, will the Bodhisattva on the Buddhist altar blame me?" The middle-aged monk looked up to the sky and laughed, and said coldly: "You are dreaming, right? On the mountain road, I am the Buddha of Yunqi Temple." Without waiting for a reply from the master and the old monk, Watson exhaled quietly and said quietly: "Thank you, master!" The middle-aged monk said: " You're welcome. I'll explain to the abbot brother after I kill you." Watson looked at him, nodded, and said quietly: "In this way, I will use the ancestors of Yunqi Temple in front of the gods and Buddhas of Yunqi Temple. In the name of..."
"What do you want?" the middle-aged monk looked at him and asked disdainfully. He raised the sword in his hand again and shouted: "You can go die!"
"Kill the Buddha!" Before Watson could finish his words, a long sword glowing with black light slashed out of the black mist like lightning!
Three feet of land is my world! When the middle-aged monk came within three feet of Watson, he was already a dead man!
Not to mention, under the condensation of evil energy, the three-foot sword in Watson's hand had turned into a five-foot sword in an instant!
When the sword comes out, it will cut off the snow; when the sword comes out, it will conquer the devil! The distance was too close, and Watson couldn't even use the Demon-Conquering Sword Technique to chase the wind with one sword, so he had to cut the snow with one sword!
An instant was too slow. When the middle-aged monk saw Watson's sword, a long sword filled with black energy had penetrated his chest, passed through his neck, and pierced his divine sea!
A sword that moves from bottom to top, a sword that condenses the Buddhist formless golden body, a sword that carries a strong evil aura!
Pass through the law enforcement elder of Yunqi Temple with one sword! The black fog dissipated in an instant, and until then, the middle-aged monk howled like a dying wild dog: "This... this is absolutely impossible..." I saw Watson on the mountain road, half of his body like a Buddha The Vajra in the temple, the Buddha's light shines, illuminating the heaven and earth!
The other half of the body was filled with black mist, like a demon from the Nine Nether Hells! At the moment of death and life, Watson allowed the dying middle-aged monk to see the truest legend of becoming a Buddha with a single thought and becoming a demon with a single thought in Buddhism.
Inch by inch, Watson pulled out the sword. Looking at the dying middle-aged monk, he said quietly: "I forgot to tell you that I can be a demon and become a Buddha. I went to Yunqi Temple just to conquer the demon!"
"Buzz!" a voice sounded. The black mist on Watson's body dissipated, and bursts of Buddhist scriptures rang out in the sky above Yunqi Temple on the mountain road.
A golden light rose from the high Wentian Peak, passed through the white clouds in the sky, and came towards Watson on the mountain road.
Countless golden scriptures rose up from the mountain road and turned into ten thousand golden lights, together with the golden light falling from Wentian Peak.
A shining golden lotus condensed on Watson's head. The lotus rotated three times and finally disappeared into Watson's head.
Heading towards his divine sea, Watson's entire body was filled with golden light, just like the Vajra Buddha on the Wentian Peak of Yunqi Temple.
Watson, who transformed into a vajra, chanted in a concentrated voice: "In such mountains, forests and seas, all evil should be eliminated!"
"Plop!" With a sound, the middle-aged monk fell down the stone steps, and his soul was extinguished in an instant. A piece of yellow paper fell, and a golden flame ignited on the middle-aged monk's body.
Since the master on the mountain did not say anything, Watson had to clean up the long mountain road and not scare the believers going up and down the mountain.
...The Buddhist hall on the mountain was completely silent. Neither the old monk nor the monk Luochen expected Watson to be so decisive and clean. Without saying a word, he just slashed out with his sword... and killed the law enforcement elder of Yunqi Temple on the mountain road.
When Watson said the words "In the name of all the ancestors of Yunqi Temple...", both Liao Chen and the old monk were speechless for a moment.
Ordinarily, Watson is the true disciple of the ancestor of Yunqi Temple, and only Watson has practiced the sword technique of subduing demons.
What the two old monks didn't know was that along the way, Watson was carving Buddhist scriptures and practicing his own demon-conquering sword!
The old monk raised his head and looked at the Bodhisattva on the Buddhist altar. He felt a little guilty and said in a slightly trembling voice: "Bodhisattva, did I do something wrong?" In his opinion, as long as he spoke out, Watson could naturally put down the sword in his hand. , giving the law enforcement elder a way out.
Liao Chen's expression was also a little haggard and tired, and his voice trembled slightly as he said: "Brother, if you stop me, I'm afraid it will affect Hua Sheng's determination to conquer the devil under the abyss..." It was just the simplest words that made the old monk understand. Come over, and then two lines of clear tears fell, wetting the monk's robe on his chest.
What Yunqi Temple is facing now is not the Jiashi Imperial City in this world, nor is it the leader of Kunlun and others. Instead, he asked about the abyss below Tianxuan Peak. It was the most dangerous place in Tianxuan Land. If one mistake was made, the entire Tianxuan Continent could be swallowed up in a matter of minutes.
And all these crises will ultimately be resolved by Watson in front of him. Not to mention, the current Watson is half Buddha and half devil... Even the half devil is the result of the old master who came from Kunlun and left countless years ago.
In the end, the disciples of Yunqi Temple were asked to bear the responsibility for Kunlun. Thinking of this, the old monk murmured to himself: "When it comes to suffering, I think rebirth is the most painful." Liao Chen quietly replied: "He is my disciple. He was much more miserable back then than now. I believe , Watson will definitely give you and me a surprise when he comes back." The old monk sighed quietly and said with a wry smile: "At the foot of the mountain, he found a tailor to make custom-made clothes for you and me, and bought shoes. A disciple like this Son, where are you going to find another one?" On the mountain road, Watson looked at the burning flames and sighed softly.
He waved his hand, sheathed his sword and headed up the mountain, while asking: "Master, my clothes are torn and I need to wash up. Is my small courtyard still there?" Liao Chen in the Buddhist hall couldn't help but sigh when he heard this. With a tone of voice, he replied with a smile: "Everything is here. After you pack it up, come to the Buddhist hall to see me again." Watson chuckled: "My disciple beheaded your law enforcement elder. I'm afraid you will have to find another monk..."
