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Chapter 260 Qingxiazi, the old monk asks you to be an earth immortal
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Following the sound of footsteps, an old monk with white beard and eyebrows led a dozen young monks and appeared on the mountain path of Zhongnan Mountain.

The old monk headed by turned his head and looked behind him...

In the silent night, there was a fierce battle sound coming from the direction of Chang'an, bang bang bang bang bang, very clear, even the old monk could hear someone talking in the bang bang bang.

"Namo Miaoguang Bodhisattva!"

The old monk clasped his hands together and bowed slightly in the direction of Chang'an.

"The old monk is able to return to the rooftop this time, and he will not forget the great monk Jizang's contribution to you..."

Before the words fell, he heard a flat voice asking.

"Then monk Zhixi, how do you plan to repay Ji Zang? Is it to help him find a suitable stupa?"

The sudden voice made the old monk jump, and when he turned his head in surprise, he found that there was an old Taoist priest with silver hair on a tree stump by the side of the road in front of them.

Holding a steaming teacup in his hand, he looked up at the moon in the sky, with a very relaxed expression on his face, as if he was admiring the moon.

"Qingxiazi!"

When he saw this old Taoist priest, the old monk screamed instantly.

"How will you be here……"

"Isn't it obvious..."

The old Taoist turned his face to look at the old monk, and replied casually.

"Old Daoist, I am the Taishi Ling now. Since the current sage has ordered the old man to assist Fu Yi in doing things, then the old man can't shirk it naturally, don't you think?"

"Fu Yi?"

The old monk suddenly shook his head with an expression of disbelief.

"He is absolutely determined to find the old monk's hands and feet, and he is absolutely determined to stop the old monk here accurately..."

"Ha ha……"

Before the old Taoist could speak, there was a sneer from behind the old Taoist, and then a handsome and extraordinary Taoist in white came out with his hands behind his back.

"Monk Zhixi, do you really think that you let go of the fact that you brought a large number of gold beads, that you secretly hid in Qinglongfang to make wooden relics, and that you stole dragons and turned phoenixes, and left all the gold beads and treasures behind you?" , the matter of escaping the shell with the golden cicada..."

The Taoist priest in white looked at the old monk with a joking expression on his face.

"...All of this can be hidden from Fu Lingyin... He, tui!"

The Taoist priest in white spat on the ground and said with reverence.

"Let me tell you, Pingdao, Fu Lingyin is pedantic about heaven and man, and has clever calculations. Your every move has already fallen into his eyes."

As he spoke, the Taoist priest in white raised his hand and began to snap his fingers one by one.

"For example, the captain of the garrison in Furongyuan is a matter of monk Faya's disciples. For example, you have been secretly hiding in the underground chamber of Furongyuan for ten days to make wooden relics. For example, before you set off, you specially invited Monk Ji Zang is together to let Monk Ji Zang take the blame for you... Fu Lingyin is as clear as the palm of his hand."

As the Taoist priest in white revealed his words, Monk Zhixi's face became more and more ugly.

That's right, the reason why he delayed his departure for so long was to re-seal those magical artifacts, then make a wooden relic that could seal the breath of the magical artifacts, and finally use Yan Zun Xiancha and Monk Ji Zang to attract attention, so that the golden cicada can escape its shell.

"impossible!"

Although monk Zhixi was a little flustered, he still spoke calmly.

"Since Fu Yi knew about my plan, why did he go to intercept Ji Zang..."

"Old monk, your brain is really not working well, and you really deserve the name of the Dharma,"

The Taoist priest in white looked at Monk Zhixi with contemptuous eyes.

"Haven't you ever thought about whether your magic weapon is more important to Fu Lingyin, or those treasures?"

Monk Zhixi was struck by lightning again.

That's right, he does know the preciousness of these magic weapons, but for Fu Yi, these magic weapons are of no use to him at all, and of course he will give priority to intercepting those golden jewels and treasures!
"All right……"

The old Taoist priest sitting on the stump picked up his teacup and took a sip.

"Zhixi, it's not easy for your Dharma Huazong to cultivate an arhat. You throw away the magical artifacts you brought to the old Taoist priest, and the old Taoist will let you go!"

Monk Zhixi slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly chanted the Buddha's name.

"Namo Miaoguang Bodhisattva!"

When he opened his eyes again, a determined look appeared on his face.

"Sorry, since the old monk is a Buddhist, it is naturally impossible to watch these Buddhist artifacts fall into the hands of the Taoist..."

Before he finished speaking, his body quickly rushed towards the Taoist priest in white in front of him,
"This little Tanyue has a predestined relationship with my Buddhism, why not take refuge in the Three Jewels with the old monk!"

In fact, Monk Zhixi already had a judgment in his heart when he saw Qingxiazi appear.

Of course, it is impossible to beat him. In fact, don't say that he is just an arhat who has just achieved not long ago. Even if he is the highest combat power of the Dharma Huazong, his master is Nanyue Venerable who has cultivated to the Bodhisattva status. In a one-on-one situation, it's hard to say whether Huisi can beat the real person in front of him who is not even considered an Earth Immortal.

The other party's reputation of being the "No. [-] Daoist Killer" is definitely not a high hat given by his peers.

So the only thing he can do now is to see if he can grab this young Taoist priest in white as a hostage before Qingxiazi makes a move, and force him to give in!

At this moment, a faint sigh suddenly came from Monk Zhixi's ear.

"Ugh……"

Then monk Zhixi saw Qingxiazi raise his hand, and tapped him lightly in the air.

boom!
An irresistible force hit his body, causing him to roll backwards when he was about to rush in front of the little Taoist priest in white, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out from his mouth.

A look of despair appeared in the eyes of Monk Zhixi...

He knew that Qingxiazi was very strong, but when he really started to fight, he realized that the opponent's strength could no longer be described simply with the word 'very'.

It was a feeling of powerlessness, as if facing mountains and oceans.

While his body was still in mid-air, monk Zhixi suddenly exhausted all his strength and let out a loud shout.

"All the disciples quickly left on their own, and brought the magic weapon back to the rooftop!"

After hearing his words, the monks who carried the magic weapons on their backs immediately dispersed without hesitation and moved towards the surrounding areas.

boom!
Monk Zhixi appeared in large characters inlaid on the mountain wall next to him, and a blood red color appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Cough cough..."

Monk Zhixi struggled to jump down from the mountain wall, wiped the corner of his mouth with his hand, and said to Qingxiazi who was still sitting on the tree stump with a relaxed expression.

"Spiritualist, you are such an expert, wouldn't you fall into your status and go arrest the disciples and grandchildren of the old monk?"

"Oh, old man, do I still have any identity?"

Qingxiazi held the teacup and looked at Monk Zhixi calmly.

"Why don't I know about this..."

Hearing Qingxiazi's words, Monk Zhixi's heart sank immediately.

If Qingxiazi really put down his pride and made a move in person, the apprentices and grandchildren he brought out would really be impossible to escape the other party's pursuit.

"But the old Taoist is old and doesn't like to move..."

Qingxiazi opened her mouth and yawned lazily.

"Qingwei, I will leave this matter to you."

"Yes!"

The Taoist priest in white bowed slightly and saluted Qingxiazi Jishou.

"Poverty, let's go..."

As he said that, he smiled at Monk Zhixi, jumped up, and chased after one of the monks as if he was shooting a ball.

"Well, since Zhixi, you don't want to keep the magic weapon, then let you stay."

After the Taoist priest in white left, Qingxiazi returned to the state of looking up at the moon with her teacup in hand.

"Whether it's people or things, the old Taoist has to bring something back, don't you think so?"

"Back to Chang'an?"

Monk Zhixi looked at Qingxiazi, his face became calm.

"What does the old monk go back to do? Do he have to be like Fa Ya Yifan and his two nephews, who passed away without knowing why?"

As he spoke, Monk Zhixi clasped his hands together and softly recited a Buddha's name.

"Nanwu Miaoguang Bodhisattva! Daoist Qingxia, the old monk is about to offend..."

"what?"

After hearing Monk Zhixi's words, Qingxiazi raised her head in surprise, as if the other party had suddenly transformed.

"You actually want to fight the old Taoist, do you want to go to Western Bliss in advance?"

"I heard that Daoist has gone through all the hardships and can become an Earth Immortal at any time. Now it's just because the Inner Alchemy Sect has no successors, so they are forcibly suppressing it..."

Monk Zhixi looked at Qingxiazi and suddenly changed the subject.

"I don't know if this statement is true or not?"

"Oh?"

Qingxiazi looked at him with some interest in his eyes.

"How about real, how about fake?"

"If it's fake, don't mention it, but if it's true..."

Monk Zhixi clenched his fist, and the cassock on his body moved automatically without wind, and layers of shimmering Sanskrit began to light up on his cassock.

"The old monk wants to try it today, please be a real immortal and transcend the three realms!"

"Hahaha……"

Qingxiazi suddenly laughed out loud.

"The old Taoist please be an Earth Immortal, the little monk really dares to think about it."

Saying that, Qingxiazi put down the teacup in his hand, and waved to Monk Zhixi.

"Come on, let the old Taoist see how you sent the old Taoist me to be an Earth Immortal."

Swish!
Monk Zhixi clasped his hands together and quickly made handprints. From a distance, his hands seemed to be in full bloom in lotus flowers.

"Return to the Holy Ruler, Samantabhadra Vajra Hand, subdue everything..."

Then, monk Zhixi turned his hands back to each other, with his right hand facing upwards, his left hand facing downwards, the backs of his hands facing each other, the little fingers of both hands hooked with their backs facing each other, the index fingers of both hands stood upright, and his hands turned left.

"Please win the Third King Ming!"

Following the words, the cassock on his body flashed, and a terrifying god with four faces and six arms, with flames burning around him, enveloped his body, followed by Monk Zhixi's aura, which also began to rise.

"Qingxiazi..."

After summoning the Dharma image of King Sheng III, Zhixi's voice seemed to be four overlapping voices, which was very strange.

"Step out of the sea of ​​suffering, gain great freedom, and become an immortal!"

Following the voice, Monk Zhixi made a seal with both hands, and slapped out with one palm, a transparent palm print flew out of his hand, and slapped down on Qingxiazi.

Following the palm prints, all kinds of Sanskrit songs sounded inexplicably in the air, combined with the real flames around Monk Shang Zhixi, compared with the solitary Qingxiazi, it was really powerful, and the visual and auditory effects were directly pulled. Full.

Qingxiazi sighed silently.

"The old man thought it was some new trick? So it's still this!"

(End of this chapter)