surnamed Wang

Above the Imperial City of Eastern Han, two figures stood in the sky.

It was already late at night, the moon was covered by dark clouds, and both of them were wearing white clothes. The spectators below could only vaguely distinguish the two by their hair.

The one with hair in the middle is naturally Wang Gangquan, as for the old monk on the opposite side whom he called "old thief bald", he is the only living Buddha in Eastern Han.

The old monk has a strange dharma title called "Seeing Through", and he is the only one among the few living Buddhas in the world who has "six senses of impurity".

To say that his six senses are unclean is not because he is contaminated with wine, sex and wealth, but because he is so old that he chose to attach himself to the Eastern Han court, praying for the royal family, chanting scriptures, and solving disasters, regardless of cause and effect. He is a real monk in the world .

It was the first time for Wang Gangquan to compete with a master of the Buddhist sect. Although the scarlet-headed monk was considered a member of the Buddhist sect, his supernatural powers were all borrowed from others, and there was still a big gap between him and this kind of real living Buddha.

With a smile on his face, the old monk didn't pay attention to Wang Quanquan, but spoke to the void in the east:
"Master Dharma King, you are here, why don't you come out and meet with me?"

As soon as the old monk finished speaking, a slight sigh came from the east, and the rest of the people present only felt a blur in front of their eyes, and another man in white appeared in the air.

Standing on the royal road, Chu Lichun raised his head, his face was full of doubts, and he murmured:

"There's another bald head, how can we tell the difference in this fight?"

Chu Buxiu at the side glanced at his son upon hearing the words. If his identity as a prince had not been confirmed by the old monk in the air, Chu Buxiu would not believe that the frivolous young man in front of him would be his own seed.

Sure enough, as soon as Chu Lichun finished speaking, the female monk in the air frowned and looked down, apparently hearing his words.

Seeing this, Wang Gingquan slapped his forehead, thinking why didn't he realize that this kid was so talkative at the beginning, so he quickly jumped down and said to the other party:

"You don't listen to cross talk, you talk about cross talk instead, right? Hurry up and stay away, I really can't care about you in a fight."

"Hey!"

Xiaochunzi always obeyed Wang Gingquan's words, as if it was engraved in his bones, as soon as the other party finished speaking, he lifted up his robe and ran to the distance, watching Chu Buxiu stunned.

Seeing his son's figure disappear at the corner of the palace wall, the Great King of Donghan sighed, looked at Wang Quanquan complicatedly, and walked away unhurriedly.

In the middle of the sky, the female monk named "Mortal Truth" and the old monk "See Through" were still confronting each other.

"See through, you have been contaminated with so much secularity that you have no hope of becoming a Buddha, and now you continue to make mistakes again and again?" the female monk said calmly.

The old monk smiled slightly and replied:

"Dharma King Mendi, there are not a few people in the world who are qualified to use these words to teach old monks, but you are not among them.

If the Dharma king can achieve the purity of the six senses, why would he stop for 20 years for a man? "

Wang Gingquan's eyelids twitched when he heard it. He turned his head slightly and glanced at the female monk next to him. He saw that the other side's face was gloomy at the moment, and secretly the old monk on the other side successfully taunted a difficult opponent for himself. .

Sure enough, without waiting for Wang Gangquan to speak, the female monk turned into a white shadow and rushed towards the opposite side. Seeing this, the old monk immediately bulged his clothes, stretched out his right palm wrapped with rosary beads, and met the left palm struck by the female Dharma King.

When the palms of the two collided, an invisible air current surged instantly, and with a piercing sonic boom, the surrounding tall buildings were suddenly scattered with rubble, but the two monks who were in the eye of the wind remained motionless.

Wang Gangquan's eyes were sharp and his legs were quick. The moment the two of them started to move, they took a few quick steps and jumped far away. Looking back at this moment, within [-] steps of the two monks as the center, there was already a ruined wall.

Wang Gangquan squatted on the ridge of the roof, clasped his stinging ears, looked at the smoke and dust not far away, and said:
"How come everyone who eats fast and recites Buddha is so angry? Could it be that they have held back for too long?"

At this time, only the voice of the female monk came from a distance:

"This time it's a personal grievance. It's not a favor to you. Go ahead and do your thing."

Wang Bingquan, who was still a little hesitant at first, immediately showed joy when he heard the words, got up and patted his clothes, bowed to the distance and said:

"Thank you, aunt."

Immediately, regardless of the opponent's reaction, he ran directly to the highest nine-story building in the palace.

"Wen Jiang, I hope you don't just use this skill, the more you resist, the more excited I will be."

Wang Gingquan, who was running, grinned. He had never expected to kill a person so much in his life. Even if Wang Bingde plotted against him, even if Monk Laitou wanted to put him to death, his hatred was not so strong.

After Wang Gangquan left, the old monk snorted coldly, folded his hands together, and said:

"Men Di, today I want to see if my Arhat's golden body is more powerful, or your Bodhisattva lotus stand is better."

The female monk named Mendi closed her eyes slightly, sat down directly in the air, and then made a formula with her hands, with her right hand on her knees and her left hand on her chest, sitting upright on a sitting statue of Guanyin.

As the female monk sat down, a looming huge golden lotus platform appeared around her. Within a few breaths, the lotus platform quickly solidified and shone brightly, almost illuminating half of the sky.

Seeing this, the old monk did not panic in the slightest. He clasped his hands together, lowered his head and lowered his eyes, and silently recited the Buddha's name.

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were full of brilliance, and a statue of Arhat crossing the river appeared in front of him at this time. The statue of Arhat was like a lotus platform, with brilliance flowing, and the whole body was pale golden.

With the appearance of the statue of Arhat, the sky above the entire palace was dyed golden, as bright as day. Even ten miles away from the capital, you can still see this terrifying scene, which is rare in a hundred years.

Wang Gangquan quickly shuttled across the hillock, looked back at the vision behind him, and was even more surprised. At the same time, he was glad that the old monk's mouth was broken and provoked a woman. If he confronted her, he might not be able to get benefits.

Wang Gangquan galloped all the way, and soon came to the highest building in the whole palace - Zique Pavilion.

Looking at this pavilion that can accommodate thousands of scholars, even though he has countless killing intent in his chest, he still has to admire the far-reaching plans of the chief assistant of Donghan.

If it wasn't for death, he really didn't want to cut off Xiaochunzi's right-hand man in the future.

Wang Gangquan's spiritual sense spread out, and he easily found three figures on the top floor. When he found out one person, he immediately showed surprise on his face. When he continued to use his spiritual sense to sense the other person, this surprise immediately turned into a murderous look.

Wang Gangquan stepped forward with a speed no less than that of the female Dharma Queen just now. An afterimage flashed by, and he rushed straight into the ninth floor of Zique Pavilion, which is regarded as a holy place by scholars in Donghan.

The walls that were specially thickened to keep warm in winter and cool in summer were not even as good as tofu in front of Wang Gangquan, and a big hole was punched by him head-on. When the large amount of smoke and dust cleared, the three people in the room had different expressions.

The old counselor named Wen Jiang quietly looked at the murderous young man, sighed, and said to the side:
"Yanli, I told you before, you are not his opponent, why bother to sacrifice your life for me?"

The middle-aged man holding a strange-shaped dagger was silent, just staring at the uninvited guest in front of him. It was the middle of the night at this moment, and the man's eyes were brighter than ordinary people.

The old Confucian scholar glanced at Wang Bingquan and sighed:
"He is also a miserable person. He has suffered from a strange disease since he was a child. His eyes are cloudy during the day, just like a blind person. Only at night can he become clear..."

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Wang Gangquan interrupted coldly:
"Old guy, try your best to get close to me, is it to let me let you go?"

The person in front of him was the old Confucian scholar on the road who had a meal with Wang Gangquan.

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