chewing dragon

Chapter 304: Three attacks to clear up the grudges

Although the head of the inspection department of Songling Yinsi said that Zen disciples often did shocking things, and Lishan Guangye also talked about the weird deeds of the Four Idiots in Fuya, Qi Jingzhi had not truly understood the teachings of the Zen monks until now. He is clear-minded and unique.

It seems that in the eyes of Zen Master Zhenyou, there is nothing in his heart that he cannot say to others. This is the opposite extreme from Zen Master Zhenjue who practices closed-mouth meditation and engages in business affairs.

At that moment, I heard the old monk in the tiger skin skirt continue to say: "This young brother of yours is very Buddha-natured and is very suitable for the way of Zen Tiger. It's a pity that he is too involved with you. It is difficult for a poor monk to accept disciples, so he can only accept disciples." A gift from the Tiger Clothes Mantra that is not inherited by this temple."

"The origin of this mantra is clear, especially it is not a spiritual scripture. Even good men and women who are not familiar with spiritual practice can recite the mantra. There will be no consequences. Just don't worry."

"Besides, the poor monk does have a small request. If you guys have the opportunity to enter the demon-fuming well in the future, you can teach the Tiger Clothes Heart Mantra to Sheng Xin. Well... you should know who the poor monk is talking about. .”

Qi Jingzhi's heart moved slightly. It turns out that the former name of Xiao Songshan Tiger Spirit was Sheng Xin?It's a pity that it was finally defeated by its own tiger heart and became a man-eating monster.

He couldn't help but frown: "I'm afraid the Zen master has found the wrong person. The Demon-Fuming Well is an important place of the Demon-Suppressing Academy. As the captain of the Gouchen Academy, how can I have a chance to go in?"

Unexpectedly, Zen Master Zhenyou waved his hands and said with a smile: "The poor monk has no intention of cursing your brothers. As for whether there is a chance to enter the demon-fuming well, you will find out in the future."

Seeing that he was acting uncharacteristically, Qi Jingzhi felt more and more that this matter was unusual.

The young man immediately shook his head: "The remnant spirit of Shengxin was imprisoned for committing a crime, and he is not meditating in seclusion like a Zen master!"

"Even if Mr. Qi really has the opportunity to visit the Demon-Fuming Well in the future, he will never do this kind of thing of secretly communicating with internal and external parties and private exchanges. Firstly, it violates taboos, and secondly, he is unwilling!"

"If the remnant spirit of Sheng Xin hadn't been protected by the Fuya Temple's spiritual stele, it would have been taken care of by Qi. Where would there be a chance to enter the Demonic Well?"

After hearing this, Zen Master Zhenyou immediately sighed: "That means there is nothing to talk about?"

Qi Jingzhi backed away slowly, with a solemn look on his face, and shook his head resolutely again: "After Sheng Xin died, he did not return to the temple. Instead, he went to the underworld to surrender, and was willing to enter the demon-fuming well to atone for his sins. That's all. After all, this is stipulated by the laws of the underworld. Who can You can’t say no.”

"But what the Zen master is doing now not only goes beyond the law, but also has far-reaching plans and unpredictable consequences. Qi Jingzhi will never dare to follow it!"

The old monk in tiger skin skirt showed a fierce look in his eyes and smiled: "It's not up to you!"

When he said the last word, his voice was as loud as a tiger's roar, and he stretched out a claw towards the young man, causing a gust of fishy wind.

Qi Jingzhi was almost blown away, his eyelids subconsciously closed and then opened forcefully.

Wherever he looked, he saw that the old monk's palm suddenly swelled several times, with sharp nails and thick hair growing out, looking like a tiger claw as big as a dustpan!
The young man leaned back, pushed his heels on the ground, and flew backwards like a big bird.

He was about to pull out the long knife from his back, but the little monk on his shoulder let out a childish but ferocious roar, turned into a sharp knife, and suddenly shot out with electricity.

This short sword is no longer what it used to be. Now it is full of anger and power, suddenly the five colors are radiant and the six dusts are dispersed, causing troubles and staining the emotional consciousness.

However, facing the tiger's claws that have become connected to the sky and the earth, the sharp knife is too small, like a worm shaking a tree.

"Tiger Zen!"

Qi Jingzhi's pupils shrank, his figure suddenly stopped, and then he advanced instead of retreating.

He flicked his five fingers and fiddled with the void, and the iron wings behind him stirred up a strong wind. He chased the wind and the moon, and in an instant he caught the handle of the sharp knife.

Almost at the same time, the young man's eyes were filled with blurred colors and intense desire, and soon red fire surged up and came out of his eyes.

At the same time, the blade of the ox-ear sharp knife glowed with red light, burning through the confusion of the six desires and illuminating the pure other shore.

The huge tiger claw that pounced suddenly changed, and it was still the ordinary old palm.

"it is good!"

The old monk in the tiger-skin skirt seemed to be smiling and roaring, and he thrust out a claw straight towards the blade without evading it.

Sooner or later, a small short knife seemed to be pierced on the hard mountain wall. The blade bent sharply and then rebounded quickly, making a sharp and harsh trembling sound.

Qi Jingzhi's tiger's mouth burst open, spitting out a mouthful of hot blood, and his body fell out involuntarily.

The two iron wings on the young man's back flapped vigorously, plowing deep and messy ravines under his feet, and all the rocks he encountered were smashed into pieces.

The gorgeous, priceless Yoshiguang fur seems to be integrated with the pair of iron wings, wrapping the young man into a red-striped white crane with brilliant feathers.

The next moment, the red-striped white crane soared into the sky, like a fairy in the clouds.

The old monk in the tiger-skin skirt looked up, and the smile on his face became brighter: "How good! You are indeed the Immortal Feather Sect!"

While speaking, he once again stretched out a claw from the air, holding it with five fingers and a hollow palm.

"clang!"

There was a loud sound from the old monk's claws, and it clearly carried the sound of a tiger roaring, and it immediately resounded throughout the deep valley and empty mountain.

Immediately afterwards, layers of echoes were like a raging wind, rushing back and forth. It was deafening and made everyone's hearts shake.

At the same time, there was a roaring sound in the cave on the western mountain wall, and endless yellow and black tiger evil energy surged out, turning into the shape of a group of tigers. They bared their teeth and claws in the air, leaped and roared, and then all pounced on the young man. And go.

The sky is full of tiger shadows and chaos, and a lone red-striped white crane is surrounded by heavy siege, like a small boat in the turbid waves, capsized in an instant.

Qi Jingzhi stood down, put away the trembling cow-ear sharp knife, wiped away the scarlet blood remaining on his lips with the back of his hand, and then turned his palm over, holding the tiger-shape jade chime in his palm.

"clang!"

It was the same sound that echoed through the valley and the empty mountains, and it also carried the sound of a tiger's roar, but it was much clearer and sweeter than the sound made by the old monk in a tiger-skin skirt with his empty claws, like the sound of Qiong Yao striking each other.

The same yellow and black tiger evil smoke clouds quickly poured out from the jade chime. Two jade-colored boy-like tiger corpses stood on the clouds. A dozen flesh-winged flying tigers the size of mosquitoes and flies hung like accessories on the two sides. On top of a boy's green robe.

Seeing the vicious tiger shadows around them, the two boys, who were actually just corpses, looked greedy and pointed at the evil tigers in all directions.

The flesh-winged flying tigers immediately soared into the air and turned into the size of a chaffinch in the wind. Their bat-like flesh wings spread out, and green phosphorus fire erupted from their eyes.

They didn't care about the difference in size between each other. They each stared at a tiger, pounced on it ferociously, grabbed the tiger's head and started to gnaw at it.But in the blink of an eye, a dozen evil tigers had big holes in their foreheads. The tiger evil energy surged out crazily, and the flesh-winged flying tigers drilled into the skulls and smashed them, and soon the whole thing exploded. Come, it turns into the evil spirit that fills the sky again.

At this time, the lazy Zen tigers all over the valley became restless, jumping up onto the rocks one after another, looking at the sky and roaring.

"Huh? Interesting and interesting!"

The old monk in the tiger skin skirt clapped his hands and laughed, then suddenly glared and shouted loudly: "Where is the God of the Horse Belly?"

The sky was filled with yellow and black energy, and the remaining evil tiger stopped.

The next moment, all the tiger evil energy that had not been swallowed up by the flesh-winged flying tigers collapsed rapidly and quickly condensed into a huge alien beast. Its body was like a tiger, with a pale human face on its head, and a ferocious expression. And being surly, he opened his mouth and let out a loud cry, like a baby crying.

Qi Jingzhi was pierced by the demonic sound of this cry, and felt that the sadness in it was beyond words. He immediately felt love and pity for the strange beast in front of him, and tears quickly accumulated in his eyes.

He knew that the cry of this strange beast was strange, so he quickly used the method of closing his orifice, and at the same time aroused the fire in his heart to burn the strange sounds and thoughts of pity in his heart.

The horse-belly spirit with a tiger body and a human face felt something, and immediately began to cry loudly. It sounded like a poor baby abandoned by his parents in the mountains. It really made those who heard it sad and those who saw it shed tears.

The slightly pale Qi Huchan appeared on his elder brother's shoulder again, his whole body glowing with five colors, and then turned into a red light of wisdom, roaring angrily at the opponent, baring his teeth fiercely.

At the same time, the two mindless tiger corpses and a dozen flesh-winged flying tigers seemed to have seen the best delicacies in the world. They all rushed forward, surrounded the horse belly god, and started to bite fiercely.

However, the evil spirit that surged out from the cave became extremely tough after condensing the divine form. No matter how much the boy and Feihu gritted their teeth, not even a single piece of their oily skin was broken.

Fortunately, the horse's belly god did nothing but cry. Judging from the scene, it seemed that it was deadlocked.

The voice of the old monk in the tiger-skin skirt sounded again: "You little novice, listen carefully, the tiger-skin mantra is in the heart but not in the sound, and in the mind is not in the writing!"

"Hey! Hey Rang Mahaha! Nirang Choda Yi! Rang Yueza! Dadang Kuola! Rang Qia Songxi!"

The majestic mantra resounded through the deep valley. This Tiger Clothes Mantra, which the old monk said was incredibly powerful, was unexpectedly short. It was just that the pronunciation was really weird, and each word was meaningless when connected together. It was obviously not the language of Jiang Qi, most likely It is the so-called Sanskrit Buddhist chant.

"Don't listen, don't listen!"

The young monk angrily blocked his ears with his two small hands, but it had no effect at all. Instead, the wisdom light on his body began to fluctuate regularly with the old monk's second recitation, gradually becoming brighter and grander.

"Hey! Hey, let's go..."

By the time the old monk recited it for the third time, the wisdom light on the young monk's body had melted all the original tiger skin monk's robes and red cassocks, turning them into a hundred-year-old robe made of white, red, and black fabrics.

Among the three colors of fabric, black is the most common, red is the second most, and white is the least.

Zen Master Zhenyou stopped reciting and nodded with satisfaction, even with a bit of surprise on his face: "Sure enough, the Buddha nature is profound, and he actually gathered the foundations of the three dharma characteristics of King Tiger Yi Ming in one go."

"Little novice monk, please remember clearly that King Ming in White Tiger Clothes appears with kindness to save, bless and satisfy all living beings."

"The Ming King in Red Tiger Clothes appears with tolerance and uses the fire of primordial wisdom to illuminate the three thousand worlds and all sentient beings. With the light of wisdom, he transforms all sentient beings' delusional thoughts into good thoughts, turns good thoughts into wisdom and bodhicitta, and welcomes all sentient beings. To the Pure Land.”

"As for the Ming King in Black Tiger Clothes, he uses his mighty appearance and the inherent power of his own nature to eradicate evil spirits, evil deeds, and evil thoughts that destroy Buddhas and harm sentient beings, and transform them into the power and wisdom of the Buddha to transform everything. Welcome all sentient beings to the Buddha's land."

The young monk put down his hands and bared his teeth fiercely at the old monk below: "Then I will eradicate the evil thoughts of you, a bad old man, so that you can never harm my elder brother again!"

As soon as these words came out, the little monk's robe immediately changed. More than half of the original white and red patches turned into pure black, making it look like a slightly embellished black monk's robe.

The little monk didn't notice the changes in his body. He turned to the Horse Belly God and yelled viciously: "Stop howling. If you howl again, I'll kill you!"

The sound like a crying baby suddenly stopped.

At this moment, a green boy was riding on the horse belly god's neck and back respectively. There were more than a dozen meat-winged flying tigers hanging on his soft belly, four tiger legs, and a long tail. Although he was unscathed, it looked like It was a bit embarrassing to go up there.

It looked at the young monk blankly, and then looked down at the old monk in the tiger-skin skirt below, with a look of grievance and panic on his face.

The old monk chuckled and waved his hand towards the Horse Belly God. This strange beast, which had infinite power but had never really used it, turned around and rushed into the cave on the mountain wall, making no sound again.

Only then did Zen Master Zhenyou look at Qi Jingzhi and said with a smile: "The boat is already in ruins, what can be done?"

Seeing that the old monk had no intention of taking action again, and knowing that the other party had already shown mercy, Qi Jingzhi took out a deep breath and rang the tiger evil jade chime again.

Two tiger ghost corpses and a dozen flesh-winged flying tigers flew back into the jade chime, carrying the tiger evil smoke and clouds like birds into the forest.

After the previous brief but fierce fight and devouring, the tiger evil smoke cloud had expanded several times, and the flesh-winged flying tiger that was originally just like a chaffinch became as big as a pheasant, which obviously gained a lot of benefits.

Qi Jingzhi controlled his wings and slowly fell back to the ground. He once again stood in front of the old monk in the tiger skin skirt. He had only one thought in his mind: "Master is right, you really can't listen to other people's nonsense!"

Before he could think of how to speak, Zen Master Zhenyou had already spoken: "There is a way to death if you are determined to win. Fuya Temple will never harbor such a murderer, but after all, he was a monk in the temple and had a fellow disciple. This temple also It’s absolutely impossible to turn a blind eye.”

"That's why the poor monk attacked you three times today, and the cause and effect is over! If any monks from this temple take advantage of this to cause trouble again in the future, the poor monk will take care of them first without the need for Captain Qi to take action!"

After hearing this, the regret and anger in Qi Jingzhi's heart faded a bit.

To be honest, this result was much better than what he had expected.

Regardless of the cause and effect of this matter, the rights and wrongs, the Zen Master Zhenyou in front of him has obviously shown mercy.

Investigating the reason, the respect of the Lord of Da Qi and the intimidation of the Lord of Xuandu naturally accounted for the majority. Qi Jingzhi's own excellent cultivation and mysterious artifacts also played an important role.

It's just that... it's impossible to settle.

How can the master and disciple of Xianyu Mountain be someone who can be manipulated?Naturally, we will find this place back in the future. There is no need to shout and kill, we just need to make the old monk in front of us vomit a mouthful of blood.

Thinking of this, the young man weighed the Husha Jasper Chime in his hand, feeling that the weight should be a bit heavier: "This trip... doesn't seem to be a loss?"

"The only thing I can worry about is the Tiger Clothes Mantra. I don't know if it's a disaster or a blessing?"

(End of this chapter)