"Haha, no one can leave today! If I kill all of you, I will still be the reincarnation of Golden Cicada!" Jiang Liu laughed loudly, his voice full of evil, and waved his hand.
A thick, black and red murderous light shot out and slashed the road leading down the mountain in front of the temple.
There was a loud "boom" sound, and the earth shook. A huge black gully dozens of feet long and seven or eight feet wide was cut into the ground, blocking the way down the mountain.
When some believers who were about to escape down the mountain saw this scene, despair appeared on their faces and they fell to their knees.
"Jiang Liu, what are you going to do?" The monks of Jinshan Temple were shocked, and one after another figures flew in front of him, led by Zen Master Haishi and Elder Zheshi.
Elder Tang Shi, Old Monk Diao Mei and other people who usually obeyed Jiang Liu's orders also flew over. When they saw Jiang Liu's current appearance, their expressions changed horribly and they could hardly believe the scene before them.
"You useless bald donkeys, you keep mumbling and chanting scriptures every day, but you don't have any real meaning. Your noise makes my head hurt. I have tolerated you for a long time. Go to hell!" Jiang Liu's face was ferocious and he threw his monk robe.
A fist-sized ball of purple-gold light shot out, and after circling, it revealed its true form, which was the purple-gold bowl.
As the purple-gold light flashed, the bowl swelled in the wind, and in the blink of an eye it became the size of a house. With a violent and heavy whistling sound, it struck down on everyone like a mountain falling down on their heads.
Before the bowl fell, numerous purple-gold spots of light suddenly appeared out of thin air in the air around the monks. These spots of light emitted a powerful confining force that imprisoned everyone inside, making it difficult for them to move, let alone dodge.
"Amitabha!" Zen Master Hai Shi had a solemn expression on his face. He chanted the Buddha's name, and suddenly a layer of brilliant golden light rose from his body. His originally withered body swelled up like a balloon. His flesh and blood became plump, and his skin became crystal clear, like warm and smooth jade, without a trace of flaw. He looked forty years younger in an instant.
The aura on his body also increased several times, not much worse than the Black Phoenix Demon, and he raised his hand and waved.
A ray of golden light shot out from Zen Master Hai Shi, and it was the dark gold crutch that headed towards the purple gold bowl.
The dark gold crutch shone with golden light, and a shadow of Buddha appeared in it. It instantly grew dozens of times larger and struck towards the purple gold bowl like an angry dragon ascending to the sky.
The two precious Buddhist treasures collided with each other with a loud clanging sound. The purple gold bowl was obviously superior and immediately suppressed the golden light on the dark gold crutch and continued to fall rapidly.
A layer of blood appeared on Zen Master Hai Shi's cheeks, but he did not panic. He formed the vase seal with his hands, and a solemn golden light burst out from his body, forming a huge golden lotus platform phantom around him. The sound of Sanskrit chanting suddenly resounded throughout the square.
A powerful Buddhist force surged out from the golden lotus platform, offsetting much of the powerful restraining force around it. The other monks regained some mobility and immediately took action.
Various magical instruments rose into the sky, forming a thick and dazzling torrent of precious light, which collided with the purple gold bowl.
Elder Tangshi and the old monk with diaomei also took action, sacrificing their green swords and yellow demon-subduing staffs to strike at the purple gold bowl.