Reborn Peach, being eavesdropped by monkeys

Chapter 271 There is someone up there who can do things well

In the Hall of Bliss, the sound of silk and bamboo singing and dancing became louder and louder. Under the threat of death, a group of musicians and dancers desperately played the instruments in their hands and twisted their bodies vigorously. The extreme fear made their movements and expressions a little abnormal.

The emperor of the Southern Dynasty and his favorites were hyperactive and crazy, swaying their bodies crazily, their faces were flushed sickly, and they didn't hear the movement outside at all.

On the contrary, the national teachers who were sitting on the side were all cultivated, and they sensed that something was wrong outside. It seemed that some soldiers were shouting "Holy Monk, Mercy", but before they could confirm, a roar of thunder came in.

"You evildoers, don't show your true colors quickly!"

Fa Hai's voice is like a sharp knife, which can cut off all the ghosts and monsters in the world.

The murmur in the hall stopped immediately, the silk and bamboo instruments shattered with a bang, and the dancer and musician, the emperor's favorite minister, was shaken to this side and fell to the ground with a pale face.

The entire hall was also humming and shaking, and wood chips fell down.

boom!
The closed palace door fell inward, pieces of wood splashed all over the sky, and dust soared into the sky.

Fa Hai strode into the hall, his eyes swept over coldly.

The oncoming heat wave, the aroma of wine, meat, and rouge wafting in the air, seemed to be a spark, directly igniting the anger in his chest.

Fa Hai glared angrily, Buddha light lingered all over his body, his dark eyes were faintly tinged with red, like a burning fire, trying to burn everything in front of him.

The entire palace was dead silent, everyone was captured by Fa Hai's aura, and for a while, no one dared to speak.

It wasn't until the guard commander, Jin Chanzi and others arrived that they suddenly woke up and came back to their senses.

"Namo Amitabha." A national teacher with a childlike face, white eyebrows and long beard, stood up and bowed to Fa Hai, and asked, "Who are you? Where do you practice? Why do you want to trespass on the palace! "

He saw that Fahai's body was like a teacher's, his eyelashes were like a king's ox, his brows had white hairs like jade, and there was a golden Buddha flame behind his head.

Fa Hai ignored him, raised his hand and slapped him.

The national teacher was startled, hurriedly dodged to the side, and shouted sharply: "Monk Wuna, I'm talking to you, why did you suddenly attack someone?"

"What can this poor monk have to say to you monsters!" Fa Hai snorted coldly, full of murderous intent.

"Could it be that you, monk, have lost your mind and gone insane?"

Another national teacher stood up, frowning, he looked younger, about 40 or [-] years old, and said: "This is the palace of the Southern Dynasty, the place where the luck of the dynasty gathers. In front of you are the emperor of the Southern Dynasty and the important ministers of the court. They With the destiny of the human race, how could it be transformed by evildoers?"

Fa Hai was too lazy to talk too much with them, turned around and looked at Xuanzang behind him, and asked, "Junior brother, these monsters, should you kill them or should I kill them?"

Xuanzang was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Fa Hai to ask so directly and so suddenly, his eyes swept over the group of national teachers, he shook his head, and said: "Senior brother, I'm afraid I can't handle so many people by myself, I still need the help of senior brother I will."

"Okay." Fa Hai agreed without saying a word.

His tone and attitude seemed to be that the person in front of him was not an eminent monk or a national teacher at all, but a group of local chickens and dogs, who could kill them casually, and directly angered all the monks in the hall.

Buddhas fight for a stick of incense, people fight for a breath!

If they don't do anything else, the incense in front of the Buddha will be gone, and their breath will also be gone!
"Bold demon monk! How dare you speak wild words in front of us, you really don't know what to do!"

"There is no limit to the sea of ​​bitterness. Turning back is the shore. You have made a big mistake by trespassing in the palace with a little magic power and disturbing the order of the world. If you don't knelt down to admit your mistake quickly, the poor monk can still plead with His Majesty for you and give you a correction." refurbished almost”

"As a disciple of Buddhism, you don't abide by the clear rules, and you repeatedly violate the precept of killing with hatred and ignorance. The old monk Jinxia Temple presides over Wuming, and today I will teach you a lesson on behalf of your master..."

Before the words fell, Fa Hai was already furious, and shouted sharply: "Presumptuous! You evildoer is also worthy of mentioning my master! You want to die!"

boom!
Fa Hai stepped forward and went directly to Wu Ming's side. He circulated all his mana and smashed down the Zen stick in his hand.

However, Wu Ming was not in a hurry, and he didn't even dodge, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

Where did the wild monk come from, he didn't know any rules, and he dared to do something in the palace!

The palace is the place where the emperor of the human race resides. It gathers the luck and popularity of a country. It is an important node of the Jiuding formation, and it is also the place where the most restricted mana is in the entire Nanzhan Buzhou.

Here, running mana and casting any spells may attract the attention of the Jiuding Formation and be followed by the Golden Dragon of Dynasty Fortune.

Even if they had already obtained the position of national teacher, they didn't dare to mobilize too much mana here, but the monk in front of him actually turned up his mana directly, he really didn't know how to live or die!

Wuming clasped his hands together, with a calm and calm face, just waiting for the dynasty's luck to be activated and suppress Fa Hai, and he continued to say: "Your anger is too serious, if you don't repent as soon as possible, I am afraid that there is no hope of becoming a Buddha in this life. "

Fa Hai was furious.

He values ​​two things the most, the first is to practice with the master, and the second is to become a Buddha and proclaim the Tao.

As a result, as soon as Wu Ming opened his mouth, he taunted and ridiculed the two things he cared about the most, and Fa Hai's hand suddenly became stronger by three points.

Originally, he wanted to follow the previous practice, after injuring someone, throw it to Xuanzang for experience, but now he just wants to slap the person in front of him into mud.

Li Anran didn't know that he and Houzi's two good apprentices had already mastered the skills of power leveling so quickly, and they were still flying to Nanzhan Buzhou.

Before entering the copy of life, they need to explain to Dayu about Nanzhan Buzhou.

"It's useless! The more mana you run, the faster you die!"

Wu Ming was secretly delighted, and on the surface he still maintained a calm expression, ignoring Fa Hai's attack as nothing.

then……

boom!
There was a loud noise, blood splashed, Wu Ming flew out directly, his chest was sunken, exposing the bones and internal organs, when he was in mid-air, he had no sound, leaving only a wisp of remnant soul floating towards Underworld.

He didn't even think about it until he died, what about the fate of this dynasty?What about the Nine Cauldrons Array?What about the Luck Golden Dragon?Why didn't any one show up!

"Brother Wuming!"

"What's going on here? Why didn't the luck of the dynasty suppress him?"

"It's impossible! How can there be a monk who can do something in the palace!"

……

The rest of the national teachers were stunned, their faces full of shock and disbelief.

After seeing Fa Hai using his mana and attacking Wu Ming, they were still envious of Wu Ming, who could get a piece of merit without any effort.

"Does he have any special means to isolate the influence of the Jiuding formation?" A national teacher guessed.

"Impossible! Even Buddha Bodhisattva..."

Halfway through the speech, the old monk Baimei suddenly came back to his senses. Buddhas and Bodhisattvas are omnipotent. How could he say such disdainful words about Buddhism? He clasped his hands together and said: "Amitabha, sin, sin!"

What they didn't know was that the moment Fahai made his move, the invisible Golden Dragon of Luck coiled above the imperial city did react, soaring into the sky, shining brightly, and was about to rush towards the Palace of Bliss with baring teeth and claws.

But, at the next moment, it stopped again.

After a while, Long Moo, who was already sluggish, gradually dimmed, and his translucent body became more and more blurred, and finally shattered like glass, turning into countless dots of streamer light, which disappeared.

There are people above who are good at doing things!
The luck of the dynasty was condensed under the action of the Nine Cauldrons Formation, and turned into the appearance of a five-clawed golden dragon.

The more prosperous the country, the bigger the golden dragon of luck, the stronger the cohesion of people's hearts, and the higher the degree of solidification of the golden dragon.

Due to the overhaul of temples in the Southern Dynasties, the national power declined and the people's hearts were scattered. After years of snowstorms, the national power and people's hearts declined to the extreme, and Jinlong became weak and weak.

Dayu couldn't change the rules of the Jiuding formation, but he could add fuel to the flames and make the golden dragon dissipate in advance.

As the ancient emperor, he still has this right!
The emperor of the Southern Dynasties didn't know about the Golden Dragon of Luck, but when the Golden Dragon of Luck dissipated, he felt a new sensation. He only felt that something was far away from him, and he fell limply on the ground with a plop, sweating profusely all over his body.

"What emperor! What ninety-five supreme! He's just a cowardly and conceited wretch!" A thought suddenly rose in the hearts of all the favored ministers, and the awe they once had completely disappeared, replaced by contempt and contempt.

Without the suppression of the golden dragon of luck, the so-called capital palace is just a bigger courtyard, and there is nothing special about it.

Whether it was Fahai Xuanzang, the monsters following them, or the monks and monks, all the practitioners in Jiankang felt light all over their bodies, and the heavy restraints that were everywhere in the past completely disappeared.

"The luck of the Southern Dynasties is exhausted, and the country is about to perish." The expressions of all the national teachers suddenly changed, and they cried out.

"So that's how it is." The old monk with white eyebrows suddenly realized that it was no wonder that the golden dragon of good luck did not suppress Fahai. It turned out that it was because of this.

He pondered for a while, turned to Fahai, and said: "We assume the position of national teacher to protect and spread the Dharma for our Buddha. We have never participated in any state affairs, and have no intention of being your enemy. Everything they did was done by them, and we will not stop you from doing what you want. I only hope that you will be merciful and don’t kill innocent people indiscriminately. Anti-destroy."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the group of national teachers beside him, and said, "Brothers, the luck of the Southern Dynasty is exhausted, and we should leave."

"Senior brother is very true." All the national teachers joined hands and said.

There are only so many people in the world, and there are even more people in Jiankang. There are more than 500 temples inside and outside the city. The relationship between temples is not good, and some of them are even close. It's all common.

After all, with so many monks in the world, it is impossible for the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas to remember them all. Only those who contribute the most incense can be favored by the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas.

They didn't care about Wu Ming's life or death.

On the contrary, they were happier without a competitor.

"No! No! No!" The emperor of the Southern Dynasty seemed to be mad, and with a loud bang, he rushed over, hugged the old monk's leg, and shouted: "National teacher, national teacher, you promised me that as long as you If I build a temple and cast a golden body, the country will last forever, and after death, I can enter the world of bliss. You can't abandon me! I... I am willing to dedicate the treasury, no, I am willing to dedicate the entire country to my Buddha!"

The emperor of the Southern Dynasty had red eyes, as if he had lost all the desperate gamblers, but the white-browed old monk just chanted "Amitabha" and shook him away with a slight tremor.

"Everything in this life is just a fleeting cloud. Your majesty, why should you be persistent? Let go of it and you will be detached. As long as your majesty devotes all your heart to the Buddha and recites the Buddha's Dharma, you will surely enter the realm of heaven and man after death, and enjoy bliss forever."

If this is another place, in Xiniu Hezhou, if there is a king who is willing to spend the whole country to build Buddhist temples and cast Buddha statues, he will definitely stay and assist with all his strength to obtain this great merit.

But, forget it in Nanzhan Buzhou!

This is the ancestral land of the human race, and gods and Buddhas are not allowed to be above human kings!

The old monk with white eyebrows ignored the emperor's begging, just like the emperor ignored the musician just now, and walked towards the gate of the palace.

Whoosh!
A ray of golden light flew out suddenly, pierced into the bluestone floor with a bang, and cracks spread like spider webs.

Fa Hai blocked the front of the monks and said coldly: "Monster! When did the poor monk allow you to leave!"

If you can't do everything, you will lose your beauty. If you can't do everything, you will destroy it?
What kind of bullshit is it? It's really a lie!

Eliminate the evil and do everything, and cut the weeds to get rid of the roots. He Fahai is here, how can he allow these evildoers to leave calmly!

The old monk with white eyebrows was taken aback for a moment, question marks all over his face.

He has already bowed his head in such a submissive manner, why is the monk in front of him still relentless?

Did he really think that he could deal with them alone?Can it deal with more than 8 monks in the five hundred temples in Jiankang?
Even if he is really able to do so, isn't it damaging the practice of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas?Without incense offerings, how could the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas spare him?
"This master..." The white-browed old monk was about to reveal his strengths and weaknesses, but Fa Hai had already rushed forward, swiping the Zen stick in his hand, whistling with a strong wind, and smashed towards the old monk's chest.

The white-browed old monk's complexion changed suddenly, and he hurriedly dodged aside.

He looked seventy and eighty, and when his movements were extremely flexible, he dodged and dodged.

boom!
The Zen stick fell into the air and hit the ground beside it, the rocks splashed, and the whole hall shook twice.

Although Jiankang is not suppressed by the golden dragon of luck in the Southern Dynasties, it is still a place where human races gather. The Jiuding formation still exists, and Fahai's strength has also been suppressed. Originally, this stick could smash half of the hillside, but now But leave a half-foot deep pit.

The old monk with white brows was sweating profusely on his forehead. If this Zen stick was realized, he would probably follow in Wuming's footsteps.

He wanted to go to Xitian Lingshan, but he wanted to ascend there with success in cultivation, but he didn't want to turn into a wisp of remnant soul.

"Brothers, this demon monk has fallen into a demon. If we can't save him today, I'm afraid it will be difficult to leave." The old monk with white eyebrows said loudly, flipped his right hand, took out a string of Buddhist beads, and offered it out.

hum!
The Buddha beads shone brilliantly, and were good at facing the wind. They turned into a white circle of light with a diameter of about two meters, and flew towards Fahai.

"Subduing demons and demons is my duty. Master Tian'an, this poor monk will help you!"

"Yes! This evildoer turned into a monk and ruined the majesty of my Buddhism. I can't allow him to leave today."

"Amitabha, good! Good!"

……

The rest of the monks also saw that Fa Hai was determined to trouble them, so they took out the magic weapons in their bosoms and sacrificed them, including wooden fish, golden bowl, magic pestle and so on.

All of a sudden, the entire hall was illuminated brightly, with bright and colorful rays of light.

Xuanzang was startled, and just as he was about to step forward to help, Fa Hai jumped up and threw the cassock into the air, revealing the nine golden dragons tattooed on his back.

"Dawei Tianlong, Daluo Dharma Mantra, Prajna Buddhas, Prajna Ba Ma Bang."

Ow—

The golden dragon radiated brilliantly, raised its head and let out a dragon chant, flew out from behind Fa Hai, opened its teeth and claws, and slammed into the magic weapon in front of it.

boom!boom!boom!boom!
After bursts of loud noises, the golden dragon disappeared, and all the magic weapons were turned into fly ash and scattered all over the ground.

Bang, bang, bang, bang...

Those monks flew upside down one after another, fell everywhere, their souls were damaged, blood spurted out mouthfuls, their faces were pale, and they looked at Fa Hai with horror and disbelief.

At the same time as Fa Hai fell to the ground, the cassock fell on the palm of his hand, and he shook it vigorously, and draped it on his body.

The eyes of Xuanzang and other monsters behind him were shining brightly, and the word "worship" was written all over them.

"Junior Brother, it's your turn." Fa Hai said lightly.

(End of this chapter)