Xiao Yazhi's expression was a little strange. Just when she talked about Buddhism, monks broke into Qifan Temple. As if they had made an appointment in advance, she glanced at Guanzhu Shen and saw that he looked calm. She subconsciously stopped to see how he would deal with it. . Shen Yuanqiong raised his eyes and looked at the mountain gate and said: "The evil guest came to the door, which made fellow Taoist Xiao laugh..." Xiao Yazhi followed his gaze and looked down, only to see a demonic aura rising to the sky, a big demon with the body of a snake and the tail of a snake stumbling around. , as if he was drunk, with scars all over his body and blood splattered on his body, he held on for a breath and barely managed to keep from falling down. The two bald monks behind him were chasing after him, putting on a posture of subduing demons and stepping into the mountain gate.
Learning from the past, Ji Danqing stepped into the mountain gate and was cut through the psychic cinnabar by Shen Guanzhu. The power of wind and fire came back to bite his body and burned him into a charcoal mummy. Now that the Buddhist monk has made the same mistake again, what will be his end? Xiao Yazhi's spirit was lifted, and she opened her eyes wide to watch what happened. Shen Guanzhu did not disappoint her. A sword energy rose into the sky, and the divine sword was in his hand, slashing away from a distance. For a moment, it seemed like the sky was tilting, and it turned invisible in an instant. , the void became distorted, and a ray of golden thread rippled out, falling head-on with lightning speed.
A group of demons in Xia Tu were making trouble, and the Taoist sect was the first to respond. For some reason, it wanted to give up as soon as it was good. The Buddhist sect took advantage of the situation and set up a banner to subdue demons and eliminate demons. The Taoist sect was caught off guard and was at a loss. But as soon as the news about Mu Yuanxiong's lion's mouth came out, the demon clan immediately became a golden pastry. The Taoist clan followed the Buddhist clan and picked up the leaks, silently making a fortune. They really got a lot of advantages, and the demons were reduced to street rats. Everyone shouted for beatings, and life became more and more difficult day by day. The Snake Tribe is the culprit of this disaster, but no one has blamed them yet. There are no intact eggs in the overturned nest. Chun Zai Gu was quickly attacked by Longxiang Temple, and the others fled in all directions. Yu Ran Yifei, one of Jingzi's subordinates, managed to escape by chance, but was targeted by the master and his apprentice. He tried his best to escape to Qifan Temple.
The master's dharma name is "Hongzhi" and the apprentice's dharma name is "Puhui". The two were born in Fuhu Temple. They traveled to Longxiang Temple to hang tins, and they met by chance and participated in the Spring in Valley battle. Hanging tin is a Buddhist term. Traveling monks stayed in temples and hung their bowls and tin sticks on the hooks in the monk hall, so it was called "hanging tin". Although Fuhu Temple is not well-known, the masters and disciples of Hongzhi Puhui have quite some supernatural powers. Fahai, the superintendent of Longxiang Temple, takes a special look at them and intends to take Fuhu Temple as the "lower courtyard". This time they attack Chun Zaigu. , specially called two people to go together, if they can make a contribution, it can also save a lot of words.
As the saying goes, "Good flowers need the support of green leaves." Taoism has "side sects" and Buddhism has "lower courtyards." The more powerful the sect, the longer it stretches its hands. In recent years, the Lingtai and Grotto Temples have been rising rapidly. This was of great concern. It was precisely because of his strong push that Longxiang Temple went on an expedition to Chunzai Valley and drove a nail into the wild land of the southwest.
The task of eradicating evil was over, there was no danger to defend Chun in the valley, and the snake monsters fled for their lives. The two masters and apprentices of Fuhu Temple chased them all the way to Qifan Temple. When they saw Ran Yihui escaping into the temple, they were half unable to hold back and half looking down on them. At the Dao Gate, Pu Hui broke into the mountain gate without hesitation. A ray of golden thread shot out of the air and wrapped around his neck. The leader of Liuyang rolled down the stone steps, and his body fell to the ground, with blood gushing out like a fountain. Hongzhi was stunned, his hands trembled slightly. He and his disciple had the same love as father and son, and depended on each other for life. Although the six roots of being homeless were pure, how could they not be sad once the yin and yang were divided into two parts.
Ran Yihui caught a glimpse of Puhui lying in a pool of blood, and his thoughts suddenly changed. His knees softened and he knelt down on the stone steps. He bowed to the ground and did not dare to raise his head, hoping that the temple master would forgive him for accidentally entering Qifan Temple in a hurry. Across the mountain gate, Hongzhi raised his eyes and saw that the Chengxin Palace was high up. A tall figure was walking down the stone steps, his robes fluttering. He seemed to be moving slowly but was actually fast. In the blink of an eye, he was right in front of him. Hongzhi was filled with grief and anger, but there was still a sliver of calm in his heart. He clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice. He suppressed his impulse and said, "I, Hongzhi, came from Fuhu Temple in the Western Regions. He hunted down a snake demon and came to Qifan Temple. The donor was Shen Guan. Lord? Why did you kill your young disciple?"
Shen Yuanqiong walked past Ran Yifei, flicked his head with his hand, and quietly removed his soul. Ran Yifei groaned and collapsed to the ground, his life was gone, and his original shape was revealed, but it was a thick as a sea bowl. The tip of the soldering iron is covered with dark brown markings, and the left and right parts are connected like iron chains. Hongzhi's heart trembled, but he heard the other party say slowly: "Taking without telling is a thief, entering without telling is a thief, Qi Fan Temple is not Fuhu Temple, any trespassers will be punished, this is reckless."
Hongzhi suddenly remembered an old news. When he was hanging tin in Longxiang Temple, he heard someone say that the Sansheng Sect suffered a loss of muteness. For some reason, the inner disciple Ji Danqing accidentally entered the Qifan Temple and was struck by the sword of the temple owner. It turned into coke, and afterwards the whole Taoist sect became a mess.
Keep silent and act like nothing is wrong, no one dares to speak out. There is no airtight wall in the world. When the news reached Longxiang Temple, the lower-level monks started talking a lot. Qi Fanguan was so arrogant that the Three Saints Sect dared to be angry but dared not speak out. Such an embarrassing thing happened to the Taoist sect, and they were somewhat gloating about the misfortune. At that time, Hongzhi had heard about it. Fuhu Temple was far away on the border of the Western Region, too far away from the Sansheng Sect and Qifan Temple. He didn't know the importance of Ji Danqing, so he didn't take it to heart. It wasn't until this moment that he was shocked. I was shocked to see that Guanzhu Shen, who seemed calm, was actually an unscrupulous lunatic!
The master and apprentice of the Fuhu Temple stayed together, and his disciple Pu Hui could not die in vain. He took a deep breath and took off a string of Buddhist beads from his neck. There were seventy-two beads in total. The big ones were like walnuts, and the small ones were like thumbs. They were bumpy. , which has been rubbed by the palm of my hand for many years, and is covered with a layer of bright red old pulp. Shen Yuanqiong put his hands behind his back and watched his every move. He did not violate any taboos by standing outside the mountain gate, and he was not in a hurry to take action. Buddhism's methods were unique, so he wanted to take this opportunity to experience them.
Seeing Master Shen Guanzhu being so arrogant, Hongzhi was secretly frightened. If he abandoned his disciple's body and escaped in time, he might be able to escape unscathed. However, master and disciple are connected and have an arrow on the string. Even if they risk their lives, they will fight with each other. field! He rubbed the beads without hesitation, and a halo of light appeared behind his head. Seventy-two beads, large and small, rose up slowly, turned into a violent storm, and smashed into Shen Yuanqiong's head and face.
This string of Buddhist beads is the treasure of Fuhu Temple. It is called "Fuhu Zen Beads". The temple is named after the treasure. The abbots of past dynasties have blessed it with the power of Buddha. It has not been used in the past hundred years. It has only increased but not decreased. The Zen beads inside The Buddha's power has been accumulated to the extreme, and there is no way to add it. It bursts out in an instant, like a flood breaking its embankment, setting off huge waves. Shen Yuanqiong raised his right hand and slowly pushed it out. The "sword marks" on his arm were beating frequently. He fixed the seventy-two "Fuhu Zen Beads" in front of his eyes and could not move any further. The sword energy and the Buddha's power were in a stalemate, and the mountain gate disappeared silently. As a powder, the remaining power turned into a violent wind that swept through the mountains and forests, causing birds and animals to flee in panic, turning them into a mess.
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