This flying Zen stick gave Lu Shanjun a better understanding of the temple's restrictions. It turned out that things that were influenced by Buddhism could pass through the restrictions.
In fact, the restrictions of this temple were not ordinary. The first time he went in, he really wanted to go in and drink tea and wait, but he was bounced away unexpectedly.
Later, when the great monks saw that the situation was not good, they returned to the forbidden area to chant sutras, believing in the power of the temple's forbidden area.
Even though Lu Shanjun had symbolically wanted to rush into the temple before, he knew that it would not be easy to succeed. Of course, he did not want to reveal his true form at that time.
As a result, Lu Shanjun underestimated the obsession of these old monks with subduing demons and monsters. His test did not mean that the other party would do the same. He simply used all the means at his disposal. He stuck him with a bunch of Buddhist teachings and suppressed the demonic spirit and magic power, making him highly targeted against monsters.
Such a decisive move may not only be due to their dislike for monsters, but also made Lu Shanjun realize that these monks would never let him see Zhao Long.
In this case, fortunately his true form was revealed and the circle of Buddha's light was exploded, which was simpler and neater.
At this moment, Lu Shanjun used the Zen stick to peek at the loopholes in the temple's restrictions. He knew that the restrictions were indeed strong, but the changes were also relatively simple. Gravity was light technique, hard but not soft. It was definitely not the kind of restrictions in immortal palaces, which were the magical restrictions of the mountains, water, sky, and land.
Lu Shanjun looked at the old monk who was vomiting blood in front of the temple gate, and then at the other two monks who had been blown farther away.
Although the three of them were injured and looked seriously injured, they were actually not in serious condition because they were protected by the Mingwang Dharma.
Of course, the resistance of the three old monks has also decreased a lot. If Lu Shanjun wants to pursue the victory, he will not be able to fight back, which means there will be three less troubles.
Lu Shanjun sneered in his heart but did not kill the monster. He used the wind to lift up the huge monster body and flew it above Daming Temple, overlooking the entire temple.
The evil spirit in the sky turned into flames, and together with the sweeping evil wind, it filled half the sky, bringing a huge sense of oppression to the monks in the temple.
"Zhao Long~~~~Why don't you come out? The monks from Daming Temple are protecting you so much, it seems like you are also extraordinary. Do you want to watch them die because of you?"
Lu Shanjun's voice spread throughout the Daming Temple. The rumbling sound was like thunder, and the huge demon body slowly fell onto the Daming Temple.
A bright yellow halo appeared above the temple, like a flowing light shield. It was because of this restriction that Lu Shanjun was sent flying.
But now, Lu Shanjun's demon body slowly fell down, and one of its giant palms with sharp claws landed on the restriction. Although it made the restriction brighter, it could not have any effect on the demon body.
There was a special layer of light on the sharp claws. The restriction that should have been slippery was actually penetrated into it little by little by the claws like cutting butter, and then a demonic aura emanated from the claws.
“Clackla… clackla la la la…”
As Lu Shanjun's claws closed in, a sound like porcelain breaking was made by friction, and the formation began to become unstable from within the restriction.
All the monks in the temple were looking nervously at the prohibition above the temple, looking at the pair of black and gold eyes as white as amber that looked like a monster they had never heard of or seen before. It seemed that the eyes had a strange power that could captivate people, make them fall into fear and lose their other abilities.
"boom… "
When the voice rang out, all the monks trembled, and the temple's restrictions were as fragile as a thin glass cup and shattered directly.
Many monks had looks of disbelief on their faces. They couldn't believe that the temple's restrictions were so fragile. Logically speaking, even if the monster was really powerful, it shouldn't be able to break the restrictions so easily.
But no matter what, the fact is that this restriction lasted less than ten breaths under Lu Shanjun's claws. At this time, the evil wind swept into the temple with a strong demonic aura, and a huge demon claw stepped into the ground of the temple, followed by the second, the third, and the fourth.
"Demon, evildoer... How dare you break into my Buddha Ming Wang's meditation place... Monks of Daming Temple, let's defeat the monster together!"
The old monk at the gate of the temple was furious, feeling that the sacred pure land where he had practiced for most of his life had been polluted by monsters. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and shouted angrily.
However, the old monk's shouting did not receive the expected response. All the monks stared at Lu Shanjun's eyes as if they were possessed, unable to speak or move. Some of them were just ordinary monks or those with extremely shallow knowledge of Buddhism even had their bodies shaking constantly, and many of them fainted.
Lu Shanjun looked at the old monk outside the temple.
"You old monk, if you want to fight, that's fine, but why let these young monks try to stop you?"
As he spoke, Lu Shanjun glanced at the entire temple. Even though the restrictions had been removed, he still couldn't see clearly.
"Zhao Long~~~~Don't hide. You and I will meet sooner or later. It's better to meet sooner rather than later. It's better to meet today rather than later. Since I am an evil spirit and a demon, it's hard to say whether I will devour these monks or destroy everything around me. Why don't you come out?"
Lu Shanjun roared again, his voice already showing some impatience. If he really couldn't find him, he would have to tear down the Daming Temple. He would eventually find Zhao Long by digging three feet underground.
Above the clouds, Ji Yuan stood in the mist, squinting at the ruined Daming Temple and the huge monster Lu Shanjun below, wondering whether he should take action to stop them.
Ji Yuan knew that Lu Shanjun had indeed been very restrained, but no matter whether it was a human or a monster, there was always a limit to their patience. Swallowing the monk was naturally impossible, but it would not be long before Lu Shanjun would not be able to resist and would directly destroy the entire Daming Temple.
Although this Daming Temple is far inferior to the holy places for spiritual practice and the immortal palaces, it is not an ordinary secular temple after all. There is a statue of Mingwang here. Although the incarnation of Mingwang is not visible, it does not mean that it will not appear.
The Buddhist Vajra Kings do have some foundation after all. The fact that the Great Zhen Dharma is not prominent does not mean that Buddhism is powerless. If the life and death of Daming Temple is really at stake, the incarnation of the Vajra King is very likely to appear.
At that time, it will not be something Lu Shanjun can just stop at.
Whether the temple is destroyed or a real fight breaks out, it is not what Ji Yuan wants to see. I believe it is not what the monks want to see, and not even what Lu Shanjun wants to see.
There are only two people who can stop all this, one is Ji Yuan in the cloud, and the other is Zhao Long. However, looking at the current situation, no matter whether he knows what happened in the outside world or not, Zhao Long is probably not going to come out.
Lu Shanjun's roar received no response again, and a sneer flashed across the demon's face. He glanced at all the frightened monks around him, as well as the three old monks with varying injuries who had regrouped in front of the temple and entered the monastery.
"Master Jueming, your Dharma name is really ridiculous!"
Although Lu Shanjun's words still spread throughout the temple, his voice was very low, revealing a sense of danger.
Ji Yuan opened his eyes and knew that he could not wait any longer. His cheap disciple was really angry at this moment. Even his demonic aura had undergone subtle changes, and murderous intent was flowing out.
Just when he was about to send a message to Lu Shanjun, a not-so-loud Buddhist chant came from the direction of the temple's main hall.
"Good be to the Great Ming King Buddha, Donor Lu, Zhao Long is here!"
The door of the main hall of the temple was opened from the inside, revealing a ten-foot-tall statue of seated Vajra King, and a bald middle-aged monk standing solemnly in front of the door. It was Zhao Long in the past, and now Jueming.
At this moment, Jueming clasped his hands together with his eyes slightly closed. His trembling eyelids showed that he was not calm inside. He took a deep breath, then opened his eyes and looked at the huge monster body in the temple square.
Jueming jumped into the air and reached the square in a few leaps using his lightness skill. The closest claw to Lu Shanjun was only twenty feet away, which was close enough for Lu Shanjun. He could kill monk Jueming with one palm.
"Jueming, why did you come out? Why did you come out? Don't you believe in Master Huitong?"
The leading old monk seemed very excited, and together with the other two old monks, he rushed to Monk Jueming, stood in front of him, and looked at the huge monster that was almost within reach with extreme nervousness.
On the contrary, the expression on the face of Lu Shanjun's demon body was subtle. He stared at Monk Jueming. From what he observed at the moment, the monk was very hot-tempered. His heartbeat and changes in his body energy showed that he was very nervous. The aura of Buddhism was weak, but at first glance it seemed that he had no hostility or resentment.
However, this is in Daming Temple, a place for Buddhist practice, and Buddhism is best at removing resentment and hostility, so it cannot be said that Zhao Long is really free.
But Lu Shanjun was not worried about this either. As long as he caught Zhao Long and took him to his home and various places, he would be able to find out.
It was also at this time that Monk Jueming spoke again.
"Master Hui Tong did say that if you encounter a calamity, no matter what happens, you must not show up. If you can endure for a while, you can get rid of this calamity, hehe..."
Jueming forced a smile and looked at the old monk beside him.
"But Abbot, I am not a great monk like you after all. I cannot see through it or figure it out. I can't figure out the solution to this situation. Even if I hide under the statue of Mingwang and nothing happens, who will come to save you? I hesitated and struggled, but finally came out."
Ji Yuan felt quite strange when he heard this, and pondered, could it be that he was Ji? Was Master Hui Tong the one he knew
Jueming below looked up at Lu Shanjun. He thought it was a tiger demon coming, but he didn't expect it to be of such an unimaginable appearance. It was far more majestic and terrifying than the tiger in his memory.
"Mr. Lu Shan, Zhao Long is here. I have indeed committed an unforgivable crime. I was used by a villain and mistakenly killed a group of righteous men... After I learned the truth, I was filled with resentment and drank to drown my sorrows, but I didn't expect others to hear my drunken talk. I was confused at the time and did even worse things. I was afraid that my crime would be exposed and my reputation would be ruined. After I found those people, I interrogated them and eliminated them all..."
As Lu Shanjun listened, his eyes narrowed, and a hint of murderous intent appeared in the slits between his eyelids.
"After that, I often woke up from nightmares. I was confused during the day and couldn't fall asleep at night. I could only go to the Buddhist temple and chant sutras under the statue of Mingwang to fall asleep!"
Ji Yuan looked at Zhao Long from the clouds, fearing that he was already haunted by resentment at that time, so he could only sleep under the statue of Mingwang. As for the temple of ghosts and gods, the ghosts and gods were too lazy to care about Zhao Long at that time.
"One night, I was drunk in front of the statue of the Mingwang. I said to myself, if I have infinite life, I would like to return infinite fruits. I was planning to end this life, but was saved by a master..."
Jueming told all the painful stories of the past in one breath, and he seemed to feel better. Then he looked at the giant monster that looked like a tiger but not a tiger, and suddenly couldn't help asking a question.
"Mr. Lu Shan, how did you get rid of the guilt you felt when you ate people?"
Lu Shanjun looked at Zhao Long like this, and he didn't speak in a provocative tone. It seemed like he was really seeking an answer. He suppressed his anger and murderous intent, and only answered after careful consideration.
"When I first gained spiritual wisdom, people hunted for my fur, and I could also take their skin and flesh. Later, I ate humans and got ghosts. One of the ghosts said to me, "I am willing to bring living people to my mouth. I will eat five or ten people in exchange for liberation. I agreed. After I met you, I understood the meaning of 'sentient beings', and I suddenly became enlightened. Today, I can distinguish right from wrong, but if the feeling of guilt is as painful as you said, I have never felt it."
What Lu Shanjun said was the truth, but it was obviously not the answer Zhao Long wanted. He sighed, wiped the sweat from his face, and his heartbeat calmed down.
"Over the years, except for practicing martial arts and chanting scriptures, the evil feeling that entangled my heart has never dissipated. The vast bitter water has gathered into a sea, boundless and without land. Now I am freed. I can kill or cut me up at the will of the tiger."