"Shh!"
Outside the mountain range of the ancient Taoist temple, on a stone step, a halo turned, the halo dissipated, and a beautiful woman appeared from inside.
"It's amazing, Feng Feiyun is actually proficient in the supernatural powers of the laws of space. It is rumored that only the Divine Spirit Palace can master this kind of teleportation pattern." After Chan Ling'er walked out of the array, she quickly flew down the mountain. The ancient Taoist temple is very close, and it may be detected by the evil people inside at any time. It must be as far away as possible.
Before she could fly down the mountain, she met a monk in white under an ancient pine tree on the mountainside. The monk was very young, probably in his twenties, with beautiful features and handsome looks.
He was wearing a clean and unstained Buddhist robe, and he sat cross-legged under the ancient pine. His body was bright and shining, and there were thousands of treasures. He had a white wooden basket beside him, and there were several scrolls of calligraphy and paintings, as well as simple scriptures. At first glance, it is a monk who has traveled from afar.
This white-clothed monk is really amazingly handsome, with red lips and white teeth, and a cohesive spirituality, not much worse than the most handsome man in the world.
He seems to be resting under the ancient pine.
"Buddhist friend, dare to ask if this mountain can be called Gudao Mountain?" The monk in white hurriedly got up, put his hands together, and bowed deeply to Chan Linger, very polite.
His voice is full of the Buddha's aggregate, and although he is young, he gives people a feeling that the Buddhadharma is profound and the way of heaven is self-sufficient.
Chan Linger was in a hurry to go back to the Beast Taming Studio to rescue the soldiers, but for some reason, after looking at the monk in white, she had an indescribable feeling. This feeling was stronger than seeing the Buddha statue of Buddha. He stopped, clasped his hands together, and made a Buddhist salute, saying, "It's Gudao Mountain."
The monk in white said: "The name of the little monk has no color or appearance. I came to the Jile Temple in the west and traveled here. I heard from the villagers at the foot of the mountain that there is an ancient Taoist temple here, which is a clean place for Buddhism. The poor monk specially came to place an order, hoping to be able to Discuss some Buddhist principles with the eminent monks in the temple."
"Brother Buddha, hurry up and get out of here! The ancient Taoist temple is no longer a pure place for Buddhism. It has long been occupied by evil spirits. They kill people like numbness and eat people's bones. It is a hell on earth."
Chan Ling'er didn't know why she had talked so much with a strange monk, but she always felt that the white-clothed monk in front of him had a kind of vast Buddha's aggregate, and his eyes were dark, as if his Dharma was higher than Wu Buddha's.
The monk in white hated evil and glared angrily, and said, "The world is bright, and the Buddhist sect repairs the ground. How can a group of evil demons be occupied, and the poor monk will drive them all out of the ancient Taoist temple."
Chan Ling'er didn't want him to give up his life in vain, and persuaded: "You can't fight them..."
"Buddhist friends don't need to say any more, the cultivators are fearless, the demons have no way, and the Buddha is also a lion's roar." The monk in white carried the basket on the ground, and the Buddha's light on his body directly turned into a white light and shadow, and disappeared in place. The next moment, it has already fallen outside the ancient Taoist temple.
"You're young, with such a strong cultivation base, the Western Jile Temple... Why have you never heard of this ancient temple?" Chan Ling'er quickly descended the mountain and hurried back to the Beast Tamer Zhai, still echoing colorless and colorless in her mind. Xiang's words just now echoed in her mind like Dao Tianyin, and she couldn't forget it, "Those who cultivate Buddha are fearless, demons have no way, and the Buddha also makes a lion's roar."
In front of this group of demons, he has no fear at all. He is a true Buddha. Why is he afraid? Is it really because his Buddhist practice is not deep enough
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Qian Qiusheng and Feng Feiyun held each other for a moment, then laughed and said, "Sir God King really deserves to be a hero of the world. Well, if you are born as a man, naturally you can't allow anyone to interfere with your woman."
The two evil people who were going to enter the inner hall angrily retreated.
Feng Feiyun also sat down again, his face softened, and said with a smile: "How should we fight in our second round?"
Qian Qiusheng said with a smile: "The first round was my question, and the second round, the Lord God King should have come up with the question."
Feng Feiyun did his part and did not refuse, and said, "Okay! Since that's the case, let's have a match of divine consciousness."
"This is not good! Lord God King's cultivation base..." Qian Qiusheng's cultivation base is extremely high, and his spiritual sense is naturally unparalleled. Feng Feiyun is only the fourth level of destiny, no matter how powerful his spiritual sense is. , I'm afraid it can't be Qian Qiusheng's opponent.
Consciousness duel is quite dangerous, a little carelessness may turn the opponent into an idiot, or even bleed to death.
Although Qian Qiusheng has absolute certainty to defeat Feng Feiyun, if he hurts Feng Feiyun too badly, he will definitely provoke the two murderers behind Feng Feiyun. This is a disaster for Senluo Temple, right? blessing.
"Life Walker, do you think I'm not qualified to compete with you? My divine sense can break through the seal of the master of the Beast Tamer Zhai. It's not an easy task for Lord Walker to beat me."
Feng Feiyun took the lead, and forty light spots flew out from his eyebrows, each of which shone dazzlingly, like a dazzling star. Immortal hammer, smashed towards Qian Qiusheng's eyebrows.
The power of Feng Feiyun's divine sense exceeded the imagination of everyone present, and the power shook, with a sonorous sound like the ringing of a Hong bell.
"Forty gods!" Qian Qiusheng was amazed, and quickly sacrificed his own gods, turning them into ten azure gods, weaving them into a skynet, and the silk threads of those gods covered the entire Buddhist temple. .
It is worthy of being the first of the four practitioners, a ninth-grade intellectual, this divine sense is simply too powerful, and it can communicate with the texture of the heaven. capable of piercing the human soul.
Wu Qinghua silently observed this battle of divine consciousness. Qian Qiusheng's divine consciousness shocked her. Is this still the divine consciousness possessed by monks in the destiny realm
This group of evil people is really too powerful, especially the cultivation of the Four Great Walkers, which is definitely not weaker than the Four Great Walkers when Fenghuang was alive two thousand years ago.
However, what is really surprising is Feng Feiyun. If ordinary people were attacked by Qian Qiusheng's spiritual consciousness, they would have immediately fallen down, but Feng Feiyun's spiritual consciousness was unpredictable, sometimes condensing and sometimes dispersing. , sometimes condensed into a war hammer, sometimes turned into a treasure mirror, and sometimes formed a war sword.
This is a battle of divine consciousness, but it gives people a feeling of incomparable danger. Inseparable.
Just as the gods were fighting in the Buddhist temple, there was a thunderous lion's roar from outside, just like the anger of all Buddhas, and the eardrums really hurt. This lion's roar shattered his consciousness.
Qian Qiusheng was not much better than Feng Feiyun, and his spiritual sense was also traumatized.
The evil people in the Buddhist temple were full of evil spirits, and flew out quickly, and before anyone came back to report, a young monk's sad voice came from outside: "All things are born to support people, and no one is good to repay the sky. Everyone should have a heart of compassion, abide by education, and give back to the way of heaven. Cannibalism, what is the difference between beings and animals?”
Wuxian Wuxiang walked steadily, walked into the ancient Taoist temple, looked at the monks baking on the fire, sadness came from his heart, and tears flowed in his heart.
Even Wu Qinghua turned pale when she saw this cruel and inhumane scene, but in her heart there was only sadness, no fear, and it was not the monks who were being roasted, but the evil people who were eating human flesh.
The most tragic are those who are dehumanizing.
"Monk, looking at your skin and tender meat, your meat will definitely taste delicious." A half-step giant rank evil man, sitting in front of a fire, slapped his palm and turned into a 10-meter-long man. The big palm print was pressed down from the sky.
Wu Xi Wu Xiang carried the basket on his back, his posture was straight, his young and handsome face shook gently, he let out a long sigh, and walked directly towards the evil man, saying in his mouth: "One step at a time, one step at a time, one step at a time. A lotus."
The Buddha robe on his body was shining brightly, and a Buddha figure was born above his head. The palm print of the half-step giant slammed on his head, like a breeze blowing on him, just blowing his A piece of clothing.
That half-step giant-level evil person was startled, what kind of Dharma is this
He wanted to stand up and shoot again, but Wu Xue Wu Xiang was already standing in front of him, and slowly stretched out a snow-white palm print and pressed it on top of his head.
This is an extremely shocking scene. It is just one hand, but it is like a five-fingered mountain, suppressing a half-step giant to the point of being unable to move. It became more and more transparent, and you could vaguely see a white refinement blooming in his body. When the breeze blew, both the body and the lotus disappeared with the wind and disappeared without a trace.
"God! Jing Sanque was saved by him using Buddhism." A skinny old man rushed out. He had extraordinary knowledge and profound cultivation. His eyes burst with golden light, and he stared straight at the one standing by the fire. The young monk in white sternly said, "Monk, who are you?"
"Poor monk, no color and no form." No color and no form. His hands are clasped together, his white clothes are not stained with dust, his body is like a holy bodhi tree, indescribably holy and solemn. Those monks from ancient Taoist temples who have not died are all kneeling there He landed on the ground with reverence in his eyes, as if he was kneeling down to the Holy Buddha.
"Do you know who we are, and you dare to take care of our affairs?" The old man was vicious, and sacrificed a blood-colored coffin, the yin inside was chilling.
"Buddhas are fearless. The poor monk walked 288,000 miles all the way from Jile Temple, taking a step to see one step of life. Although the name of the Dharma is called colorless and colorless, the poor monk can't be colorless. If there is no sign, if the road is unfair, you will be angry; if the road is unfair, you must control it; if the road is bad, you must save it; if the road is evil, you must be executed. If you want to be the Buddha, the dragon, and the elephant, you must first be a bull and horse for all living beings. I would like to mention it. Butcher knife, kill the wicked people in this world, if the wicked people are not empty, I will never become a Buddha."
The colorless voice is as vast as a celestial Buddha talking about Zen. The Buddha lamps in the entire ancient Taoist temple were ignited by an invisible Buddha power in an instant. lofty.
The sound of ten thousand Buddhas singing in unison echoed in the mountains, purifying the hostility in the entire ancient Taoist temple. Those monks who were originally afraid and afraid sat up and recited the Buddhist scriptures. Suddenly, they were no longer afraid of anything.
"The mind and body are separated from thoughts, and those who are separated from thoughts are like the empty realm, which is omnipresent, and the Dharma realm is one image..." The voice of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Chaozong echoed endlessly.