Xifu couldn't stand all the insults, so he sent a great monk to fight.
But when I saw the great monk holding a Zen staff, he didn't say anything when he arrived at the venue.
Let the other party curse for a long time before tapping the Zen staff on the ground.
The wind rises from the ground.
The yelling general, named Zhang Die, felt the dust on the pavement. He just wanted to cover it with his hands, but then he stopped there.
"To use the Buddhist lion's roar to such a level is extraordinary."
After Jia Nianxi finished speaking, black smoke suddenly rose.
Then it shot out like a meteor and hit Zhang Die's back. The black smoke turned into a giant palm and he grabbed it in the air.
When returning, he drilled through Zhang Die's Tianling Cover and drilled out the seven orifices.
"It hurts me so much!" Zhang Die suddenly came back to his senses, rolling on the ground as if he was suffering from Ling Chi.
"Okay, go back quickly. It's a blessing for the half-cut leg of lamb last night."
It turned out that Zhang Die had a great time drinking last night. When he saw Ling Muyun and the others eating a lamb, Zhang Die was afraid that they would not have enough food and drink, so he cut off the leg of lamb in front of his table and brought it over.
This move made Jia Nianxi take another look.
Unexpectedly, in just one night, half a leg of lamb would change his life.
"Great monk, you are a monk and have received the great precepts. How can you kill animals for no reason?"
Jia Nianxi kicked Zhang Die back into the camp, turned around and asked.
"Amitabha! Don't you hear that the Buddha has an angry sign?" The great monk's eyes were clear and his ears were hanging down from his shoulders. His words were as charming as chanting sutras.
"Where have you read all the scriptures? No wonder the great Buddhists nowadays do not abide by the precepts, and the upper-level monks are extravagant and lustful, and do all kinds of evil. It turns out that it was misinterpreted by you and others!"
Jia Nianxi spoke plausibly, and his words directly touched the great monk's regrets.
"Now, even if there are any shortcomings in the Buddhist scriptures, King Ming must appear in this world to warn the world!"
"Haha!" Jia Nianxi sneered: "Fudo Ming King? Dalun Ming King? Peacock Ming King? Which Ming King are you talking about? Or... turned to your new master, the Mirror Spirit!"
Everyone in the world has fear, and if there is fear, the spirit of the mirror will never die.
It is recorded in Buddhist scriptures that in ancient times, the spirit of the mirror bewitched the world, causing people to live in dire straits and causing turmoil in the nine states.
Ten thousand Buddhas are neither happy nor sad. They use great power to destroy the illusion and suppress the spirit of the mirror under the Sunda wind.
It stands to reason that the Buddha and the spirit of the mirror have an eternal enmity.
But the great monk in front of him seemed solemn and pure, both in his practice and his skills. How could he be colluding with the spirit of the mirror?
"Amitabha! Why does the girl know?"
"If I hadn't used the nine-ringed Zen staff, I wouldn't have recognized him." Jia Nianxi's eyes were sharp: "Fa Xian!"
Ling Muyun only told Liang Yin about Faxian's rescue of Liang Yin, and did not dare to conclude that Faxian was related to the mirror spirit.
However, from the moment Liang Yin took out the mirror, he had a guess.
But Jia Nianxi knew this matter clearly.
Liang Yin was instructed by Fa Xian to use blood to induce Xunfeng in Qiuci and life as a matchmaker in exchange for the spirit of the mirror to escape in order to achieve the purpose of revenge.
Fa Xian even used the blood of Buddha to cover the heavenly secret behind the bronze mirror and pry the seal of ten thousand Buddhas.
If the Yin Yang Blood Mirror had not been hidden by Jia Nianxi in advance, and if Zhang Tianshi and Master Ma had not blessed the seal with great magic power, then the spirit of the mirror would have returned to the world long ago.
"From the beginning to the end, I couldn't figure out one thing. Where did you get the golden blood of Buddha?"
"Amitabha! The Buddha cut his flesh and fed it to the eagles, and the blood stains will not decay for thousands of years." The great monk did not hide anything, and followed Jia Nianxi's words and continued: "Young girl is so smart, how can you not know all kinds of suffering in this world? The sins in this world must be Gotta wash it off!"
"You still dare to recite Amitabha Buddha? Shouldn't it be changed to the Spirit of Mirror?"
Jia Nianxi sneered.
"Buddha cut his meat to feed eagles, and sacrificed his life to feed tigers. Why should I seek the skin of tigers for the sake of chaos in the world?"
"One day your master Fotucheng comes back and sees you like this. I wonder if he will kill you with a Zen stick!"
"Amitabha! I will repent to Master!" After the great monk finished speaking, the Zen staff in his hand rose from the ground and flew into the air.
"Fudo Myooh is a statue of anger."
Following the Zen sound of the great monk, a statue of King Ming with a black body, a perfect body and an extremely angry shape, and an angry brow stood behind him.
He holds a vajra in his left hand and a stick in his right hand.
Jia Nianxi saw that the great monk was stubborn, his black energy was rolling, and the five-headed giant python was standing half-upright, fighting against Fudo Mingwang in the same court.
Seeing the great monk using his true form as King Ming, Zhang Hao turned over and dismounted, his maces flying up and down in his hands.
After a few breaths, he arrived at Jia Nianxi's left side.
When Ling Muyun saw this, he did not stay out of it. Thunder and lightning flashed all over his body, and he stood on the right side of Jia Nianxi.
"Donor Zhang, with his mortal body, resisted King Fudo Ming. He was indeed a hero at that time."
The great monk was deeply impressed by Zhang Hao.
The Fudo Ming King behind him is the first incarnation of the Eight Great Ming Kings of Tantric Buddhism. Although it is not like when Buddha Tucheng performed this method, there were four Ming Kings surrounding Fudo Ming King, but it is still something that ordinary practitioners cannot compete with.
The day before yesterday, when Zhang Hao was fighting against the great monk, he was able to carry the vajra with both maces. Although he was beaten badly, he was not obviously at a disadvantage.
"Do you bully the few with more?"
Behind the great monk, the Buddha came from the formation.
Whether it was his first rebellion or the fight a few days ago, Zhang Hao had never seen Xi Fo take action.
At this time, the mourning stick tied to the Buddha was carried on his shoulders, and a faint sound of sorrow came into his ears.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
The military drums of both sides sounded in unison.
When the coach enters the field, he is ready to charge at any time.
"Zen Master Faxian, Fo Tucheng is on a journey to immortality to save the world, but you only kill more people. Aren't you afraid of entering the endless purgatory?"
Seeing that the great monk did not take action first, Ling Muyun saw that Jia Nianxi and Zhang Hao also looked wary, so he took the lead to speak out and break the stalemate.
"My master is at Shenxiandu?" The great monk was obviously startled.
"You don't know what Faguo said personally?" Ling Muyun was equally surprised.
"Amitabha, is the donor tricking me?"
"I also promised him one thing. He asked me to help him during the Buddhist calamity."
Fotucheng had already predicted the calamities of Buddhism, and his disciples, in addition to the fruits and manifestations of the Dharma, Dao'an and Daojin also knew about it.
If Ling Muyun knew about the past tribulations of Buddhism, then the credibility of his master's journey to immortality would be extremely high.
"Amitabha." The great monk clasped his hands together, and King Fudo gradually disappeared behind him: "May I ask the donor, why is my master at the Immortal Ferry?"
"Ask yourself, you won't believe me even if I tell you." Jia Nianxi directly intervened.
"Amitabha!"
There are no words of Buddha, and the great monk disappears out of thin air.
"No wonder the spirit of the mirror can only bewitch! Fa Xian may have passed the master level." Jia Nianxi was still frightened.
"Buddha, what do you want?"
Zhang Hao looked at the confused Xie Buddha, crossed his maces, and fired.
"What are you talking about, Taiwei? Didn't Liu Xian push me too hard? I will reorganize my troops and return to Baibu. What do you think, Taiwei?"
The swords were drawn and the momentum was earth-shattering. I thought I was going to fight to the death, but in the end it ended hastily.
It really exceeded everyone's expectations.
But no matter what, Ling Muyun and Jia Nianxi have finally fulfilled Liu Bing's instructions.
"Taiwei, I don't know whether to say something or not." Ling Muyun said goodbye to Zhang Hao in front of the Taiwei's house.
"My dear nephew, it's okay to say so."
"The Taiwei is born with divine power, but he has never used it. If his ambition is not to be in the world, he can go to Shenxian Ferry to experience it."
Seeing that Zhang Hao was unmoved, Ling Muyun smiled and drove the carriage towards Chang'an.
night.
Zhang Hao couldn't sleep for a long time.
A true man should establish immortal achievements, but the world is in chaos, and he has no intention of helping the world, but he is often unable to do so.
Especially the battle of Tianwang Feishui, where 800,000 people were defeated by 80,000 people, always made him unhappy.
"It's all an excuse. We were captured alive by Lu Guang and wanted to regain his position!"
Zhang Hao sneered, put away his mace, rode a white horse, and headed west all night.
