Simulated Immortal Cultivation: Beginning with Changchun's Immortality

Chapter 229

Facing the sudden aura, Pei Miaode did not appear to be very flustered.

Turning back, he slammed his hand heavily on the attacker's body, and at the same time, his feet took root like old trees, and he firmly grasped his body among the jagged white stone mountain roads.

Although Monk Chang Mu also has martial arts, but these years he has been pampered and his martial arts are really rare, and secondly, he is old and frail, even if he is very capable, he is caught off guard and can only use four to five out of ten at a time.

It was about to be sucked underwater by the suction force that broke out in the lotus pond.

Unexpectedly, Pei Miaode just stretched out a hand freehand, and it was like a steel and iron bone holding him firmly, no matter how the strange force in the pool vented, the two of them could not move an inch.

"You dare to use an ax in front of me for such a small skill. You really don't know the heights of heaven and earth. Uncle Guanghua has accumulated virtue and done good deeds all his life. No matter what, this poor monk can't let you, a wicked beast, ruin his reputation, and take your life!"

Pei Miaode turned around abruptly.

Appearing in front of him was an old monk with benevolent eyebrows, long eyebrows and white beard, whose sky was as full as the full moon of Mid-Autumn Festival.

As far as the only shortcoming is concerned, it's probably that his stance ruined his image, and the strange and profound ominousness surged in his eyes, which ruined his good skin, and he couldn't see the temperament of an eminent monk at all.

"Master..."

Monk Chang Mu called out tentatively, but what greeted him was the old Zen master's gradually bloodthirsty eyes.

Before he finished speaking, Pei Miaode suddenly sensed something was wrong, lowered his head without thinking, and at the same time, he pressed the head of Master Chang Mu dangerously.

The pool of rain lotus suddenly turned into a stream of light and disappeared from between the rocks.

The next moment, it was carrying a lot of dangers, like a flying rock, smashing towards the heads of Pei Miaode and the other two.

This time, if it fell on a mortal, it would be a tragic end with brains cracked and bones broken.

"Hide away!"

Pei Miaode snorted coldly, but raised the Subduing Demon Pestle in his hand without letting it drop, facing the Qinglian who suddenly turned into a lotus platform, he used all his strength to strike down.

That Qinglian looked ordinary, but her power was really extraordinary. After being severely injured by the subduing magic pestle, she seemed to be fine. She just swayed, and then floated back into the hands of Fashui, Zen Master Guanghua. .

When people and utensils meet each other, strange changes will occur at that time.

Master Chang Mu was saved by Pei Miaode, but he didn't bother to say thank you, his mind is now completely on Zen Master Guanghua.

Ren he couldn't figure it out, how could an ascetic monk whose teacher was so compassionate and cared for all his disciples like his children on weekdays, how could he turn into the appearance of being disowned by his relatives.

"Master..."

Monk Chang Mu's voice was full of sadness and self-blame.

If I could have been firmer at that time, and tried my best to bury the master and the old man early, why would Thousand Buddha Temple have such a catastrophe.

"My condolences, brother. If my guess is right, uncle, the old man, should not have suffered any misfortune. He may be in the Western Paradise now. As for the one in front of him, it is just the evil thoughts left by the old man who cut his way. The dove occupies the magpie's nest."

Pei Miaode comforted her.

He could also see some clues, Zen Master Guanghua in front of him had no sense of clarity, he had the look of an evil spirit in the world, and his attack was just an instinctive attack like a wild animal, without any tricks.

This is undoubtedly an impossible thing for an experienced Zen master who used to be the wrathful method of King Xingming, subduing demons and subduing demons. It is more like the body is occupied by lonely ghosts.

Reminiscing about the seventh-grade green lotus platform again, a guess suddenly arose in Pei Miaode's heart.

Could it be that what this lotus platform consumes is not good intentions at all, but constantly cuts out the evil thoughts of the ascetics. It's just that He Niuzhou can't practice the fundamental method, so these evil thoughts can't be eliminated, and instead destroys the clarity of the Lingtai.

Zen master Baoguanghua in Liantai carried some good spirits, reincarnated with merit, or reached bliss early, but the evil thoughts left behind had nowhere to go.

It's no wonder that the old monk was able to predict the events behind him in the dark. This is not an ordinary suppressor. It is clearly the same as his demon-subduing pestle, and it has inherited a fundamental life law that has been passed down.

Observing supernatural powers, high and low seems to be as unpredictable as the method of beheading three corpses.

Pei Miaode's breathing tightened, and for a moment he became greedy.

Seeing that Pei Miaode was still distracted from talking to Monk Chang Mu, the demon monk transformed by Guanghua Chan Master Fachu let out a roar of unknown meaning. Although he has lost his sanity now, he can still feel a heavy sense of crisis from Pei Miaode.

Instinct drove Qinglian to sweep out two blue lights, the first one was to kill Pei Miaode.

"Buddha be careful!"

After all, Monk Chang Mu is the eldest disciple who has followed Zen Master Guanghua for the longest time, so he naturally knew the mystery of that blue light, so he couldn't help but raise something immediately.

It was also the first time that Pei Miaode fought against a warrior who held a sacrificial weapon, and he didn't dare to underestimate the heroes of the world, so he immediately chanted a spell and used a trick to avoid the divine light that Qinglian offered.

"This light is called Yimu Shengqinglian withered glory divine light. It can kill flesh and bones, and it can also deprive people of life and vitality. Buddhas must remember not to be swept away by that blue light!"

Monk Chang Mu's suggestion made Pei Miaode even more vigilant.

Coming and going is not indecent, Pei Miaode is not like the monks in the Thousand Buddhas Temple, who have any scruples about Fashui of Zen Master Guanghua, seeing the menacing approach, he immediately opened a vertical eye between his brows, and wanted to stop the old monk.

As soon as the purple gold bowl was thrown out, it immediately turned into a Buddha field, and it was about to shed the immobilized Monk Guanghua into it.

Unexpectedly, the monk holding the green lotus was a brush, and he turned into countless green robers, holding the sword and halberd, and ping the ping -pong as a ball. For a while, he really supported the fall of the purple gold bowl.

Taking advantage of this gap, Zen master Fashui of Guanghua calmly escaped from the encirclement of the buddha land in the purple golden bowl.

Master Chang Mu stretched out his hand, subconsciously wanting to stop Pei Miaode from destroying his teacher Fashui, but remembered that everything here was caused by himself, which made the master feel uneasy after his death, and the words were taken back when they reached his mouth.

It took a long time before it turned into a sigh.

"The lotus platform has a drawback that my master told me before he was alive. Although this thing can change life and death, it also has a fatal flaw, that is, it cannot be burned by real fire. Many supernatural powers also end when encountering fire."

"Nanwu Huangtian Xingxiuguang Tathagata, I only hope that the Buddha can return the master's dharma to peace."

Monk Chang Mu's words had the intention of destroying relatives righteously, and he wanted to help Pei Miaode to send his master's dharma to reincarnation.

　There is only one update today, and it will be updated regularly tomorrow, at least two updates a day!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)