The middle-aged monk who was chanting Buddhist scriptures on the high platform couldn't see Li Xiuyuan in the wind and snow. That was because Li Xiuyuan didn't want him to see him.
After he completed the last footprint, he returned to the wind and snow and stood twenty feet away from the high platform.
When he stood in the wind and snow, looking at the three-foot high platform, where the devil was wearing human skin and monk's clothes, he said four words coldly.
Just the most ordinary four words scared away the eagles nesting on the archway of the city lord's palace, and woke up the confused Ximen Lone Star.
It even woke up two women in the city lord's palace who were wiping their faces with tears.
The eagle flew high into the sky and looked warily at the young man standing not far away in the wind and snow.
The boy's white clothes outweighed the snow, so it couldn't tell whether it was a boy or Feixue, so it had to call out twice as hard as it could.
Hidden in the wind and snow, Ximen Lone Star sighed softly, and sent a message to the two women in the city lord's palace, telling them to be calm, as the wind and snow will bring their own return.
Wang Lianhua, whose face was stained with tears, was stunned when she heard this. She released her consciousness and stared blankly at the scene outside the city lord's palace. She couldn't help but exclaimed with Zhuang Wan'er, who was crying in front of her.
"My dear, the God of Death is back!"
Zhuang Waner looked up at the young man in the snow, but couldn't help but sigh for her daughter.
He thought to himself: "If this is just the first time we meet in life, why do we want to hit the southern wall of Ximen Lone Star with all our heart?"
How many years have passed, I and others are getting older day by day, but the boy is still the same boy as before, just like the years have never changed the boy's appearance.
When you close your eyes, the boy looks like he did back then. When you open your eyes, the boy still hasn't changed much.
To say there has been a change, it's just that the boy's eyes are a little colder than before, and the murderous intent on his body is stronger.
And isn't this murderous intent what she wants right now?
Thinking of this, Zhuang Waner couldn't help but said quietly: "She hit the south wall. I forgot the story. Fortunately, the boy has returned."
The middle-aged monk who was chanting sutras on the high platform suddenly stopped because he also heard those four words, so he had to stop.
In the wind and snow, the people and demons on the high platform, the main palace of Ding'an City, and most of the busy people in Ding'an City suddenly heard four words in their ears.
It's like the Buddha comes and recites the true sutra.
The wind and snow in the sky stopped roaring at this moment, and a solemn voice sounded in the sky: "I hear it!"
Following the Buddha's words, as if time stood still, the wind and snow stopped in mid-air.
The people who could hear these four people also heard the next voice: "Unless hell is not empty, I swear I will never become a Buddha!"
Therefore, the middle-aged monk on the high platform finally saw the young man dozens of feet in front of him clearly when the wind and snow stopped. The young man standing there was Feng Xue.
The reason why I couldn't see him before was not because the snow and wind blocked the young man.
It's because the boy is the wind and snow, and the boy comes with the wind and snow in the sky to wash away the injustices in this world.
As a result, the middle-aged monk on the high platform became angry, not because the young man interrupted his ritual, but because the young man stood there and blocked countless innocent souls that were about to fly towards him.
So the flying eagle in the sky saw it, a hundred guards of the city lord's palace who were invisible in the wind and snow saw it, the crows saw it, and the lonely star of Ximen also saw it.
In the still wind and snow, countless phosphorescent lights suddenly flew from all directions, and the stars were dotted, reflecting in the hazy sky, like the stars in the sky on a summer night.
Then the starlight in the sky, like the wind and snow in the sky, stopped behind the boy for an instant.
As Li Xiuyuan recited Buddhist scriptures sentence by sentence, the world became quiet, and even the wind and snow stopped howling.
A faint golden light slowly rose from behind Li Xiuyuan, moving behind him and filling the sky and earth of Ding'an City.
Just for a moment, in Ding'an City, which was originally filled with wind and snow, suddenly the Buddha's light shone brightly, brightening the sky.
And those resentful souls that were about to fly near the high platform slowly rose up with this ray of Buddha's light, transforming into a faint golden lotus, a huge golden lotus,
Rising into the sky...
While the middle-aged monk on the high platform was stunned, countless resentful souls flying from all directions disappeared into the snow in front of the city lord's mansion.
The wind and snow suddenly resumed their roar, and the golden light in the sky gradually disappeared.
If it weren't for the young man standing in the wind, if it weren't for the middle-aged monk on the high platform roaring desperately, even Ximen Lone Star would have thought that the previous moment was just an illusion.
A black sword appeared in the hand of the middle-aged monk on the high platform, pointing at the young man in the snow.
However, Li Xiuyuan still stood there quietly, standing like a tree, and seeing the devil on the high platform as a burning log.
The middle-aged monk was angry and pointed angrily at the young man under the stage: "Where is this evildoer from? He dares to ruin Buddhism's important event of saving all sentient beings!"
The corner of Li Xiuyuan's mouth moved: "Tell me who the master behind you is, and I can keep your soul to rebuild your life."
The middle-aged monk glanced at his companions, looked up to the sky and laughed wildly: "You are just an ant, why should you let me live?"
Li Xiuyuan took back the released consciousness from the city lord's mansion because he saw two women in tears.
Therefore, he did not want to talk to the devil on the high platform, and he became angry.
When King Kong gets angry, he swings his sword to kill the demon.
But today, he didn't even want to swing the sword, and he didn't even take out the Samsara Sword.
I just said to Ximen Lone Star in the snow: "When facing the enemy, if you can use your hands, try not to use your mouth!"
Ximen Lone Star was shocked when he heard this, and thought that only with such pride could he be considered his Ximen Lone Star brother.
The crow whispered in his ear: "This is the look in the eyes of the Great Killer God when he wants to kill someone. Watch out, everything will happen very quickly today!"
Li Xiuyuan made a quick move, and the four runes in his hand were like four spiritual swords condensed with the power of Ruoshui.
Without saying a word, he waved his hand and slashed at the demon on the high platform!
The middle-aged monk sneered: "It's just a piece of yellow paper and you want to hurt me. What an idiot!"
Li Qiushui in the wine shop silently watched the scene outside the city lord's mansion with her spiritual consciousness, which made her feel ups and downs.
He said to Huangfu Qingmei in front of him: "Princess, my brother's temper is getting worse and worse. He can't even use a sword now. I'm a little scared."
Huangfu Qingmei, like her, stared coldly at everything outside the city lord's mansion.
One by one they replied: "If the person on the high platform is a demon and not a Buddha, then they all deserve to die. Don't dirty his sword!"
In her heart, Li Xiuyuan had a divine sword in his hand. How could the divine sword be used to kill demons in Ding'an City?
Li Qiushui nodded and replied: "It seems so. He is just a mortal now, so naturally he doesn't bother to use the divine sword to kill enemies anymore."
Huangfu Qingmei said bitterly: "Mortals can also kill demons!"
Li Xiuyuan in the wind and snow did not reply, because he had already drawn his sword, and the four golden swords represented his current thoughts.
"Buzz buzz!"
The four golden swords did not meet the black sword of the middle-aged monk on the high platform, nor did they make an earth-shattering explosion.
It's just like waving a sickle in a wheat field in autumn, and a handful of wheat ears fall down.
Just as the middle-aged monk slashed through the air with his sword, four rays of golden light turned into four swords for subduing demons and slaying demons, spinning and slashing on the high platform, and then eight great heads flew out.
Then eight streaks of black blood splattered, instantly dyeing the white snow into black and red. It looked extremely eye-catching and terrifying.
Before the hundred guards and Ximen Lone Star could shout, thump, thump, eight huge corpses fell down from the high platform.
The person hasn't landed yet, but he has transformed and returned to his original body.
What came into view were eight humanoid monsters with a pair of black horns on their heads. The monsters were one foot long and definitely not human monks.
Before Ximen Lone Star could take a closer look, the eight demons instantly turned into a black mist and slowly rose up, trying to escape.
"Boom! Boom..."
eight faint fires
The flames instantly rose into the sky, and the black mist that wanted to escape instantly burned, causing bursts of piercing shouts.
Seeing the scene in front of her, Wang Lianhua couldn't help but be furious: "These demons dare to break into Ding'an City to perform evil arts!"
Qing Wan'er sighed and smiled bitterly: "Didn't you see that the young man had already saved countless resentful souls?"
Wang Lianhua sighed: "There are indeed demons in the world."
Zhuang Waner replied: "Fortunately, Buddha is here too!"
At the moment when the eight demons were burning, the entire Ding'an City woke up, including the large formation on the long street, the large formation on the edge of the big lake, and the large formation outside the city gate.
Everyone woke up,
For a time, the sky in Ding'an City was filled with golden light. Countless golden lights were shining all over the sky, as if the gods and Buddhas in the sky were reciting scriptures at this moment.
In the wine shop, Li Qiushui, who was sitting at the counter, was shocked as he watched the golden light flashing on the long street.
He murmured to himself: "Even after decades, those magic circles still remember their master's aura."
Huangfu Qingmei was not shocked by the golden light on the long street outside her door, but was stunned when she looked at the young man in the snow.
I thought to myself, how can you, a person without spiritual energy fluctuations, mobilize all the gods and Buddhas in the sky? How can you make this world listen to your orders?
The golden light filled the sky, causing the snow on the door plate of the City Lord's Mansion to fall. The guards hiding below were so frightened that they moved away one after another.
The awakened Ding'an City welcomes the return of the young man with a sky full of golden light and Buddha's words.
The three-foot high platform was also covered with thick snow, but at this moment, it was also falling.
In the wind and snow, Li Xiuyuan looked at the middle-aged monk on the high platform and said coldly: "Show your true body while you are still alive."
The snowflakes fell, forming a snow wall under the three-foot-high platform, separating the boy and the devil into two different worlds.
The young man in the bright light remained motionless, while the middle-aged monk in the snowy wind was trembling slightly.
The eight monks who were protecting him in front of him were instantly beheaded, and they were beaten back into the demonic form, and even died without a burial place.
Although the middle-aged monk on the high platform was a little embarrassed, his expression was still calm, because he still had a sword in his hand. With a sword, he would not be afraid of the suddenly falling snowflakes.
He looked at Li Xiuyuan and said, "Where did you come from as a demon? You want to turn the Buddhists in Ding'an City into demons in the world."
Li Xiuyuan held the flower in one hand, and the paper sword in his hand turned into a shining golden swastika.
Looking at the middle-aged monk on the high platform from a distance, he said, "I represent all the Buddhas to destroy you. Do you think I am a Buddha or a demon?"
The middle-aged monk said angrily: "Why?"
Li Xiuyuan chuckled and said, "Because this city couldn't stop me decades ago, because this Ding'an City is a great formation, no matter where you want to escape..."
The middle-aged monk asked: "Then why did you show up now?"
"Because until now, I have just finished some things."
Li Xiuyuan held flowers in one hand, looked at this majestic city, and said proudly: "Even the temple outside Ding'an City is my territory."
Li Xiuyuan said: "I burned the place twice before building this temple. If it is already occupied by you, I don't mind burning it again."
When the middle-aged monk heard this, he roared angrily: "When I came, the temple was there. Why did you say that the temple was yours? Why did you burn down the Buddhist place?"
Li Xiuyuan said coldly: "Because you were not worthy of appearing in front of me when I came, otherwise, I would have killed you back then."
Looking at the lonely star of Ximen not far away, Li Xiuyuan said: "Gather your troops and go to the temple outside the city. The crows will help you distinguish between humans and demons. Remember, don't come back to see me with demons."
After saying this, he turned to look at the middle-aged monk on the high platform and mouthed the Buddha's words.
"Those who wish to cultivate supreme Bodhi can even escape the suffering of the three realms!"
