I have a book of good and evil

Chapter 307 Kou can go, so can I!

"Buddha in the palm of your hand!"

The magnificent golden light spreads in the sky, the Buddha's light shines everywhere, and all directions are bright, illuminating the ancient battlefield, sweeping away the gloomy and evil spirit here, the figures of many arhats and ancient Buddhas are looming, and there are more thoughts condensed by thousands of believers. In it, it turns into a figure, and evolves into a country.

This is an extremely astonishing scene, but opposite to the Buddhist kingdom, it is a hibiscus sacred tree that supports the sky and the earth. On the crown of the sacred tree, ten golden crow divine birds can be faintly seen, with different postures, emitting immeasurable blazing brilliance .

This is a pinnacle duel that is enough to be recorded in the annals of history. Even if the two sides of the duel have not yet grown up and are still in an extremely young posture, everything they have shown and possessed has already made the older generation who have achieved a lot of cultivation feel. Amazement, envy, and even silence.

Therefore, before the monk and the half-demon fought for the first time, the powerful people of the human race had already started casting spells, taking pictures of what they saw, and preparing to take them back, leaving them for the disciples in the sect to learn and emulate.

"If I hear..."

The Buddha's light swept across the sky and the earth, and the looming Buddhist kingdom began to manifest, and it wanted to incorporate the sky-supporting hibiscus tree into it and turn it into a part of the Buddhist kingdom.

quack!
A strange cry sounded, and a round of brilliant sun rose from the Hibiscus Sacred Tree. The power of the Golden Crow, which was as strong as the sun, touched the Buddha's light. The ancient Buddhas of Yiyi were also ignited, and the shadows of some arhats were burned out.

"Amitabha!"

The Golden Crow True Fire, which can bless all things in the world, and can also turn everything into ashes, ignited on the monk Kongxuan, but the monk surrounded by many Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, Arhats, novice monks, and nuns looked neither sad nor happy. Putting it on his chest, turning the beads with one hand, and chanting Buddhist scriptures, even the monk's robes on his body were not ignited.

"Great Master!"

Seeing the monk who was burned by the real fire of the sun and remained indifferent, he praised him, but his hand was forming a seal. On the vast ocean where the hibiscus tree was stationed, there were huge waves raging to the sky, and the immeasurable sea was turbulent. country drowned.

"The little monk is just discussing the law with His Highness!"

Kongxuan's handsome face revealed a look of helplessness. Although he followed his master's order to come here, he didn't want to do anything. He just liked to stay quietly in the Buddhist scripture pavilion in the temple and study the Dharma without anyone disturbing him.

It's a pity that such a simple need can't be met, and the status of Buddha's son who doesn't know when it fell on him made him have to take corresponding responsibilities.

"Aren't we just discussing the Dharma? Master, do you want to argue with me about my supernatural powers? Buddhism is good at arguing, even if I am in Tanggu, I have heard of it."

There was a bright smile on Xi's face, and in that instant, the golden crow emitting infinite light and heat on top of his head seemed a little dimmer, and in the legal realm where he stood, only that smile was the most dazzling.

"Since I was young, I have not been good at arguing with others. This is my shortcoming. How can I compete with the master?"

"Good!"

The young monk sighed and stopped speaking. The Buddhist beads in his hands disappeared at some point. He put his palms together and put them upright in front of his chest. The golden light surged all over his body. huge.

"Zhangliu Golden Body!"

Two divine rainbows shot out from Xi's eyes, and the smile on his face grew brighter. Behind him, the Fusang Shenmu flew out a second golden crow, flapping its golden wings, and then pounced on him.

Xi, who was originally just a little abnormal in hair color and pupils, suddenly experienced an extremely drastic change. A pair of wings tore his clothes from behind, burst out, and broad golden wings grew.

And his handsome head, which was so beautiful that it was difficult to distinguish between male and female, also began to undergo earth-shaking deformation. The smooth long golden hair turned into feathers that seemed to be cast from divine gold, and the beak that reflected the luster of black gold extended from the mouth.

I saw its black-headed human body with wings on its back and a spear in its hand. The golden light was woven into a golden armor on its body.

"Benefactor, the monk is not good at fighting!"

Seeing Xi who was directly displaying the dharma body, as if a god descended into the world, holding a divine spear and attacking him, Monk Kongxuan's face was slightly bitter. He reluctantly took a magic subduing pestle, held it with both hands, and waved it.

clang!
There was a deafening sound of collision, which made the listener's mind almost collapse. Immeasurable light burst out from it, and the destructive energy swept all directions.

This is a world-shocking battle of arrogance. The two young creatures who fought showed strength that they shouldn't have in their current state, which made it difficult for many great monks who were watching the battle to calm down, showing shock from time to time .

It's just because a considerable part of the methods used by this half-monster from the Jinwu tribe and the Buddha from the Da Ci'en Temple are beyond the comprehension of some big monks, so the images taken by these big monks using spells In the middle of the sky, it is inevitable that there will be a large amount of light and shadow, and nothing can be seen.

"It's too vague, there's nothing, what else do I need to see?"

Feng Bingwen looked at the shadow screen with only a golden light left in front of him, and his disgusted spiritual thoughts were transmitted to the master who was far away in the gate of the Taishang Dao Mountain through the Zhanmeng seal.

"At the critical moment, I can't see anything, so why send it to me?"

"Be content, it's good to have something to see, you should prepare in advance, the Buddhist son from Da Ci'en Temple missed a move and has already lost."

Zhao Junxian faintly revealed worry in his spiritual thoughts.

This time, the Jinwu tribe suddenly sent a delegation to visit Xuanzong, the Taoist sect of the human race, which was beyond the expectation of many powerful people of the human race. They couldn't figure out what they wanted to do. Did they want to test the reality of the human race? Or something else?
But as the heir of Xianjun Xuanqing, Zhao Junxian, who knows more secrets, can say that he has a rough guess about the antecedents of this matter, and the half-demon most likely came for his disciple.

The temptation from the Golden Crow clan who is revered as the emperor by monsters and demons, let alone good intentions, it is good to have no malice. As a master, I naturally don't want my disciples to participate in such clan disputes prematurely, even if it is just a small one. Small temptations are not something his disciples can bear, nor even he can afford.

A genius is always just a genius before he fully realizes his potential and becomes a strong man, and the dust of a dead genius is no different from the dust that nourishes all plants and trees.

"This little monk is quite fierce, I didn't expect that he still hasn't defeated that bird man!"

Feng Bingwen looked at the screen projected in front of him. A golden giant with handsome facial features could be vaguely seen fighting fiercely with a birdman with golden wings on his back.

"He has already practiced the Buddha Kingdom in the palm of his hand, and he has also cultivated the supernatural powers. Unfortunately, the monks in this Daci'en Temple have too little actual combat experience. They keep their hands everywhere, but they are always constrained. No matter how good his golden body is trained , how much Golden Crow True Fire can it hold?"

"really."

Feng Bingwen agrees with his master's opinion very much, that young monk's strength is really good, but unfortunately, it is estimated that he has lived in the temple for too long and has no experience at all. .

If the monk has enough experience in slaying demons and eliminating demons, the outcome of this battle is still unknown. After all, one of the six branches of Buddhism, coupled with the famous Buddhist kingdom in the palm, these two things are enough for him to cross borders fight, and win.

"How sure are you?"

Zhao Junxian asked suddenly, the Daoists cultivated by the famous Daozong Buddhist Temple of the human race lost one by one, which is a blow to the human race in all aspects, which is self-evident.

A defeat is a defeat, and no matter how many excuses you find, it is useless. No matter how prominent the opponent's background is, what kind of top-notch bloodlines and supreme supernatural powers they have, these are not excuses for failure.

"I don't know, if it's just what you showed me, I probably have [-]% of it!"

Feng Bingwen naturally knew what his master was worried about. He thought about it seriously, and then gave a conservative response. In fact, he wanted to return [-]%, but he was afraid that his master would think he was too arrogant.

"These should not be all the means of that human monster. If you fight him, the outcome should be between five and five."

"Master, I'm a half-demon!"

Feng Bingwen couldn't help reminding that he could naturally sense his master's disgust and disgust towards those half-blood half-demons who were loyal to the demons.

"The hybrid bastard born of a human and a demon, I call him a demon, is that wrong?"

Zhao Junxian was eloquent. He knew that in the Nine Continents of the human race, there were many cross-race love crystallizations of the human race, but even though those half-monsters had alien blood flowing in their bodies, they still had their hearts towards the human race.

But those human races who live outside of Jiuzhou and are enslaved by demons, some of them have obtained the power bestowed by demons, and the human slaves who serve them, these people, he hates and hates from the bottom of his heart.

"No."

"Prepare well. If that monster really comes all the way, then you will have to fight it."

There was helplessness in Zhao Junxian's voice. If possible, he didn't want his disciples to bear such a heavy responsibility. It's too early. At this age, it would be better to just practice quietly in the mountain gate.

It's a pity that the Golden Crow clan was so ruthless that they actually sent a half-breed half-demon who was only in the Mortal Transformation Realm. With such an identity, the Golden Crow clan could advance and retreat freely no matter whether it was winning or losing.

If this half-demon swept away the younger generation of the human race, it would be enough to prove how strong the blood of the Jinwu clan is.

But even if this half-demon was defeated in the process of challenging the younger generation of the human race, or even unfortunately died in battle, the Jinwu clan can also say that it was because of his impure blood that he could not compete with the best Tianjiao of the human race.

"I see!"

Feng Bingwen's divine sense scanned his dantian qi sea, and in the meridians all over his body, in addition to the mighty rushing fairy aura, there was also blood qi rushing like a dragon python in his blood vessels.

"There is no need to worry too much. The Nine Continents of the human race are vast and boundless, and even my father can hardly know the number of caves and blessed places. The half-haired half-monster caused such a big commotion. Some hidden sects can't say He will be born, and when the time comes, he might be executed without your help!"

"...I'm not worried."

Hearing the spiritual thoughts passed by his master, Feng Bingwen responded silently.

To tell the truth, if he didn't know that he was representing the face of Tai Shang Dao to some extent at this moment, he might have already set off to block that bird, so let him cover his head and beat him first.

Feng Bingwen's spiritual thoughts did not receive any response. Zhao Junxian went to work on his own affairs. Feng Bingwen had also heard about this matter. Successfully obtained the control of a blessed place in the gate.

Therefore, his master has been extremely busy during this time, because he has to be busy organizing the blessed land that he just bought, and taking care of all the output in it.

"Tsk!"

Feng Bingwen sighed, and continued to practice, but this peace did not last long, and within a few days, another news came.

From the Pure Land Temple, a Buddhist disciple who had cultivated psychic powers was also defeated miserably by the half-demon. His dharma body was even burned into a piece of coke. Cremated on the spot.

The Daoist and Buddhist sects have lost five games in total. Such a big event could be concealed at the beginning, but as the battles unfolded one after another, the news could no longer be concealed, and the public opinion in the Nine Continents of the human race was raging.

Because it was so embarrassing, a half-demon who only had half the blood of the Golden Crow clan arrived in the human race, won five battles and five victories, and had the potential to sweep away the younger generation of the human race, so a voice inevitably appeared.

Too good!
As the number one sect of the human race, a status recognized even by Buddhism, even though no one from the Taishang Dao has ever shown his face outside, the voices of the human race's Jiuzhou practice circle inevitably mentioned the Taishang Dao.

While most monks are disappointed with the young generation of the human race, they inevitably pin their hopes on the first Taoist sect of the human race, because this is the Taoist sect that turned the tide when the human race was in crisis in ancient times.

They are looking forward to the younger generation of the Supreme Dao, there will also be someone like the Taishang Dao Patriarch in ancient times, who will turn the tide, turn the world around, and sweep away the haze.

However, just when this voice became the mainstream of the human race's Jiuzhou practice circle, and even became more and more intense, so that Feng Bingwen, who was staying in Xiaxi Village, began to plan his time to leave the mountain, preparing to help the building to collapse, a piece of news began to spread wildly.

From the Jinwu clan, Xi defeated three Dao disciples in a row and two Buddha disciples. He was bent by a human youth and shot nine arrows in a row. Shanzhou.

This is a very sensational piece of news, and all the monks who received this news are excited, because such a record is too eye-catching. The battle of killing gods.

Many well-connected monks are asking about the name and origin of the young man who defeated the mixed-race Golden Crow, but most of the monks have nothing to gain.

Because the young man was so mysterious, he appeared suddenly, defeated the Xi queen with a thunderous force, and then disappeared quickly. Some big monks who wanted to track down his trace even lost a part of their life in a daze. Memory, the details in it, make those who know it terrified to think about it.

"Master, do you know the origin of that boy?"

Feng Bingwen sat on the bank of a clear stream with a slightly complicated mood, and asked his master.Other monks may not know, but as his master, there is no reason not to know.

Many ordinary monks can't ask for it, or even try their best to get the news and anecdotes, but it is an open secret among the upper echelons of the practice world.

"Haven't you heard of the legend of the ancient gods and men bending their bows and shooting down the nine suns?"

Zhao Junxian's divine sense sounded very relaxed, with a sense of relief. He was very worried about his disciples when he was limited by his realm and could not make a move.

"Of course I've heard of it, but it's been such a long time. Is there any relationship between the two?"

"At that moment, at this very moment."

"Does it really matter?"

Feng Bingwen was a little surprised.

"You don't think that such a fierce man can't even keep his own blood?"

Zhao Junxuan couldn't understand why his disciple would be surprised by such a thing.

"In ancient times, the folk customs were tough, and the gods who could shoot down the nine suns, guess how many girls they would be welcomed by?"

"I can't guess!"

"Actually, I don't know, because there is no record of this in ancient books, but after thinking about it, I will know. No one will reject a person who can shoot down the sun, even a man."

"..."

Feng Bingwen was speechless, and after a while he had to ask,
"So, the boy who almost killed Xi is the descendant of that ancient god-man?"

"Correct."

"Then what's wrong with me now?"

"Well! You rest!"

"Tsk!"

Feng Bingwen didn't know what to say, but at this time, Zhao Junxian cut off the communication with him privately again, and didn't give any response.

He put away his seal, sat up on the rocks of the stream, and stretched his waist. The gentle mountain wind with a little moisture came from a distance, and the sound of reading books came with the wind from the private school not far away, which made people feel happy and relaxed.

"Um!?"

Feng Bingwen looked towards the place less than three feet in front of him, and there was a muscular young man with bright eyes like morning stars, wearing clothes made of soft animal skins, and carrying a longbow on his back.

Looking at this young man, it was like seeing a boundless wilderness full of primitive aura.Such a unique temperament, even if it was just the first meeting, made Feng Bingwen connect with the news he just got.

"Yi?"

Feng Bingwen looked at the young man, was silent for a moment, and tentatively asked a word.

"Ah."

The boy nodded,
"The half-demon Golden Crow came to us and won five games in a row, but I only won one game, which is not enough."

　I went to see a gentleman with my mother this morning. Well, it’s probably a superstition. Anyway, I didn’t delay, but it took a long time. In the afternoon, another elder brother called me enthusiastically for nearly an hour. Share with me how to cure gallstones, thank you very much.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)