"Fangcun Mountain?" Chen Luo's mouth twitched.
No way, no way, there won't be a monkey looking for me, right?
This wave... is linked.
Seeing Chen Luo's strange expression, Yun Siyao asked in confusion, "What's wrong? Isn't this a bad name?"
"Very good, very good." Chen Luo nodded quickly. He had a feeling in his mind that the final cause and effect between the ancient Buddhism and himself, himself and today's Buddhism would all fall on the "Journey to the West" that cannot be written yet. "Biography" on!
"We need to consider the long-term plan for planting the mountain." Yun Siyao thought for a moment and continued, "Swallowing the world and creating Hongmeng is not a small matter. I'm afraid I have to meet the teacher before I can have a clear place to go."
"That's what I planned." Chen Luo nodded. Although Fangcun Mountain was just a new life, why did the great Buddhist master want to preserve this mountain core alone and make so many arrangements with great pains? I'm afraid what's going on inside is not the same. Simple.
The water is too deep, so it’s better to ask the teacher to help check it.
While the two were talking, Fang Cun Mountain suddenly trembled slightly. The listening beast seemed to have had some kind of nightmare, causing it to tremble subconsciously. At the same time, a voice sounded in the hearts of Chen Luo and Yun Siyao at the same time: "Master Xumi Mountain, and all my friends, please come out and meet..."
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Going back a quarter of an hour, it was raining heavily in the bowl world. When Chen Luo was refining Sumeru, outside the stone house, the monk transformed from the evil Buddha was walking towards the stone house step by step.
The demented monk stood steadily in front of the stone house, watching the evil Buddha walking towards him, and stretched out his hand to grab the evil Buddha. The evil monk also stretched out his hand, and the two palms touched each other. There was no majestic momentum of a huge collision, and it was not as big as the golden light. The vision he created was as if two ordinary people on the street casually put their palms together.
They are the two sides of the mountain-guarding monk enlightened by the great power of Buddhism. They practice the same method but have completely different thoughts. Only the two of them can understand all the conflicts.
But the stalemate between the two palms did not last long, and they were soon separated. The evil monk remained motionless and smiled, but the demented monk's white jade-like arm was filled with black energy, and flames rose up one after another, swallowing up the black energy and burning it out...
"The Buddha is one foot tall, and the devil is one foot tall." Evil Buddha said calmly, "There is no difference in strength between you and me, but I am evil and you are good."
"In this world, it is easy to be evil, but difficult to be good. I am like ink, and you are paper. Is it easier to remove the ink marks on the paper, or is it easier to stain the ink marks on the paper?"
"We have fought before, you can't beat me!"
"Evil cannot defeat good, what a joke! It's clear whoever is stronger is good."
"What if you add me!" Lang Feixian got rid of the influence of the evil monk and said. He also saw that the evil monk wanted to enter the stone house, how could he let him go.
With a thought, Jiujianxian's martial arts true body appeared behind Lang Feixian. Langfeixian closed his eyes, and Jiujianxian stepped forward and crashed into Langfeixian's body.
But if there were other people here, what they would definitely see was not the Jiu Sword Immortal merging with the Lang Fei Immortal, but a green long sword inserted into the scabbard.
The next moment, the poetic kendo vibrates, the green lotus blooms on the martial arts, and Lang Feixian opens his eyes!
At this moment, the sword that was sheathed was unsheathed again.
The sound of the great road sounded out of thin air——
All the saints and sages in ancient times have died, but only the drinker has left his name!
At this time, it was not Lang Feixian who opened his eyes, but the Eternal Sword Immortal—Li Qinglian!
After six thousand miles of martial arts, it belongs to Lang Feixian alone, a poetic sword that even Chen Luo cannot copy: Yin Qinglian!
Li Qinglian's face was indifferent, there was no sword in her hand, but she seemed to be covered in swords. He linked his fingers into sword fingers and stabbed forward towards the evil monk.
The invisible sword energy was like a strong wind, whizzing towards the evil monk. The evil monk, who had always had a calm face, changed his expression for the first time. He gently exerted force and pushed the crazy monk back two steps. He turned around to face the mighty sword energy and suddenly opened his mouth, Yelled at the wave of sword energy.
I saw countless black energy flying out of the evil monk's mouth. Each black energy was filled with sounds of resentment, curses, and screams. The black energy quickly wrapped around the incoming sword energy, and even quickly consumed the sword energy.
The crazy monk did not wait around. Taking advantage of Lang Feixian to attract the attention of the evil monk, he suddenly made a quick knead with one hand and recited in a hurry: "The mighty heavenly dragon, the World Honored Ksitigarbha, Prajna Buddhas, Prajna Prajna Bama hum!”
"I want you to show your true colors!"
In an instant, a huge Bodhisattva appeared behind the crazy monk. The Bodhisattva could not see his face clearly, but he saw seventeen rosary beads hitting the evil monk. On each rosary, one of the Buddhist verses chanted by the crazy monk was written. Character.
The evil monk turned around, and the shadow of seventeen rosary beads penetrated into the evil monk's body, and the illusory golden body of the Bodhisattva also dissipated. At this time, the evil monk's figure surged and instantly changed back into the evil Buddha's appearance when he just came out of the shadow.
It's not a matter of fighting back change. The evil Buddha transformed into an evil monk, with a physical form, bewitching everyone with his compassion, and the inner demons became stronger, so even Lang Feixian fell into the trap at the beginning.
Now that the crazy monk has used Buddhist teachings to defeat the form, it has transformed into its true form. Although the battle is not affected, the bewitching power of the inner demon is greatly reduced.
"You deceived me!" the evil Buddha roared. At that time, good and evil were divided, and good thoughts did not have spiritual wisdom. Naturally, they did not understand the mantras. However, it was obvious that the monk with good thoughts hid a trace of clarity and engraved the mantras.
This spell obviously has limitations, and it was the crazy monk who realized that Mount Sumeru was being refined, and that the ten thousand-year mission was only at the last moment, so he immediately took out his trump card.
The evil Buddha in his true form stretched out his hand, holding a ghost-headed pestle in his hand, and smashed it towards Lang Feixian. The crazy monk is nothing more than a thought body, and he can turn around and deal with him in time. Let's deal with the outsiders first.
The crazy monk who released the spell had obviously lost the last trace of his clarity. At this moment, he was just watching the evil Buddha attack Lang Feixian in a daze, as if he didn't understand what was happening.
Lang Feixian transformed into Li Qinglian at this time, looking up at the fallen Demon-Conquering Pestle with sharp eyes. He raised his hand and pointed towards the void. A green lotus phantom bloomed in the void. Almost at the same time as the green lotus bloomed, four figures of Li Qinglian jumped out from the lotus, rushed towards the evil Buddha, and struck each other with swords.
And just when the four phantoms of Li Qinglian attacked the evil Buddha, the demon-conquering pestle also hit hard, but... it was empty.
"Li Qinglian" didn't know when she had moved her position and stood outside the attack range of the Demonic Pestle.
But the evil Buddha did not have such good luck. In an instant, the four phantoms of Li Qinglian cut the evil Buddha's body and dripped blood. The black blood gushes out from the evil Buddha and drips on the ground, directly melting the stone slabs and sending out a sound. Waves of dizzying filthy stench.
At the same time, Lang Feixian's aura finally became consistent, and the method of "drawing the green lotus" to his true body came to an end.
But Lang Feixian was not disappointed, but smiled softly.
"I first entered the martial arts, refined my martial will, condensed my martial body, and gained some insights."
Lang Feixian's aura surged, and he stepped forward: "Junior brother, thank you very much!"
Lang Feixian appeared in front of the evil Buddha as if teleporting. The evil Buddha was covered in black smoke and had a ferocious expression. When he saw Lang Feixian, who was only as high as his own knees, he suddenly raised his foot and stepped down hard. Lang Feixian But he shook his head, stretched out his fingers, and directly held up the falling giant foot.
"You can't do it without the blessing of the inner demon!" Lang Feixian closed his eyes slightly, and immediately saw green light sword shadows shooting out.
It didn't come from Lang Feixian's hand, but emerged from the evil Buddha's body, as if there was a sun in the evil Buddha's body.
Lang Feixian took two steps back, and the green light on the evil Buddha became more dense, and finally turned into a dazzling ball of light.
The crazy monk stared blankly, and finally clasped his hands together and said: "Amitabha."
A scream rang out in the vast distance, and after the scream there was no more sound. At this time, the mighty sword light dissipated, and Lang Feixian could not help but frown slightly.
The evil Buddha's golden body was shattered, but the relics were left behind?
A golden ball the size of a fist was suspended in the air. In the blink of an eye, the golden ball shattered, and a three-inch-long little novice monk jumped out of it.
The little novice monk stretched his body and grew taller in the wind. In a blink of an eye, he was the same height as Lang Feixian, but his face was empty and there were no facial features.
He has no facial features, but he can see and make sounds.
I saw him saluting Lang Feixian: "Thank you very much."
Lang Feixian's heart was on alert, and the 128,000 pores in his body were warning him, but the faceless man did not continue to talk to him, but looked inside the stone house and shook his head regretfully.
"Has that mountain dissipated to this extent? It seems that it was beaten too hard back then. It doesn't matter. It can still be raised."
After saying that, he turned his head to look at Lang Feixian again: "You are amazing."
"Innate Wenhua Qinglian is rare."
"Originally it will take some time for me to be born. Thank you for breaking that body."
"Although it's a little weaker now, I don't care, so I want to thank you very much."
"Would you like to join my sect and practice with me?"
Lang Feixian looked at the other party warily and said coldly: "Who is your Excellency?"
This faceless man obviously has no facial features, but people can feel that he frowned, thought for a moment, and explained seriously: "My real name cannot be said. But here, you have given me a few names."
"Some people call me the Formless Demon, and some people call me the Inner Demon."
"You can yell whatever you want."
"But wait a minute, I'll ask a few people from the Bowl Bowl to come out first, and we'll talk in detail. I'm sorry."
Lang Feixian frowned and was about to draw his sword. The faceless man waved his hand gently. In an instant, Lang Feixian's face suddenly turned pale, and he flew backwards violently, hitting the wall of the stone house.
But it wasn't until Lang Feixian hit the stone wall that his body flew out.
Weird? Not weird.
The formless demon waved his hand, first knocking Lang Feixian's soul out of his body, and then his body flew out.
The rest of the soul and body, if you don't want to, it would be easier to forcibly expel the body than to kill it directly.
The understatement showed that his strength far surpassed that of Li Qinglian who had just returned to the second level.
Wu Xiang took back his hand and smiled kindly: "I said, wait a moment."
Then, he looked at the stone house again, like a neighbor visiting the house, and slowly said: "Master Xumi Mountain, and all my friends, please come out and meet me."
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