The heavens start from the eight parts of Tianlong

Lu Yuan asked himself that he was not a very patient person, but this time he waited patiently for five days.

After all, Lu Yuan is a guest, and the guest should do as the host does!

In fact, during these five days, Lu Yuan was not subject to any restrictions. Except for the Zen Forest, the Daming Palace and the Zhenmo Stream and other secret forbidden areas, Lu Yuan was quite free on the Alantuo Mountain.

However, Monk Dujie only greeted him with a smile, and when he mentioned the matter of meeting the Jialuoshu Bodhisattva, he asked questions and asked three questions. Lu Yuan didn't know why, and the other party was perfunctory with him.

Also, if the Buddhists in the Western Regions were so easy to persuade, they would have taken action long ago.

The reason why they haven't taken action is because they are waiting for Dafeng and the northern and southern demon barbarians to suffer losses so that they can reap the benefits.

"The Governor said that as long as Jialuoshu Bodhisattva reads his letter, he will definitely agree to send troops. But now that I can't even see his face, speaking of which, I still have to show off my muscles!" Lu Yuan was thinking in his mind. .

The world of Dafeng is, after all, a world where all kinds of extraordinary people lead the way.

A top powerhouse's every move can determine the direction of the world, and every word and deed can determine the life and death of the people.

Lu Yuan also saw that although Monk Dujie's attitude towards him was in line with etiquette, it was actually a condescending attitude, as if he was... giving alms.

"Dafeng and the Western Region Buddhism should be allies with equal status, and should not be humble and beg others." Lu Yuanruo realized something.

So on the sixth day of his arrival in Aranda, Lu Yuan took a bath and changed clothes, picked up Fenghong, and walked straight towards the Ming Dynasty Palace.

"Donor Lu, please stay!" On the way to the Daming Palace, Du Jie still had a smile on his face, but his body was blocked in front of Lu Yuan, refusing to give way.

"Monk Du Jie, I remember that monks don't tell lies." Lu Yuan held the knife in one hand and said with a gleam in his eyes.

"What do you mean by the donor's words?" Monk Du Jie asked without changing his expression.

"You once said that in three to five days, you can take me to see the Bodhisattva Garoshu, so I waited for you for five days."

Lu Yuan paused and then said: "Since you don't want to take me there, then I will go by myself!"

"Donor Lu, why do you have to make it difficult for a poor monk?" Du Jie said with a cold face: "Your Excellency is just a pawn in Wei Yuan's tent. How can you treat this Bodhisattva lightly?"

"Well said!" Lu Yuan smiled instead of getting angry: "It's a pity that you can't stop whoever I want to see!"

When Lu Yuan said the last words, the maple red sword in his hand suddenly came out of its sheath. The sixty-meter-long cold sword energy enveloped Lu Yuan and forced him to move forward indomitably, cutting off all the invincible momentum, and slashed towards the monk Dujie. .

Only those in the fourth rank of martial arts can concentrate their minds. For some reason, at this moment, Lu Yuan had a clear understanding of his sword intention.

Once the magic sword comes out, if you block it, you will be hit, and those who are hit will die!

In one breath, Lu Yuan understood the secret of "Divine Sword Slash".

The so-called one thought becomes a Buddha, one thought becomes a demon. When evil thoughts abound in Lu Yuan's heart, this magical sword will turn into an indestructible "magic sword" that will scare both ghosts and gods!

With murderous intentions in mind, evil thoughts arise!

Lu Yuan's knife had almost no reservations. The blade was like blood-colored cicada wings intertwined with silk threads, and a thin layer of "purgatory demonic fire" on the tip of the blade could easily annihilate the body. They all contained the ultimate murderous intention!

The Lord of Tribulation is a Vajra, a third-level Buddha, which is called Vajra. It is an extraordinary person in the Buddhist system.

The Buddhist practice system is very interesting. There are two paths: Zen monks and monks.

The path of meditation starts from the ninth-grade novice, passes through the seventh-grade Dharma Master, the sixth-grade Zen Master, the fifth-grade Vinayar, and finally reaches the realm of the fourth-grade ascetic monk.

After becoming an ascetic monk, you can make great wishes for all living beings in heaven and earth. Those who make small wishes can obtain the second-level Arhat status, and those who make great wishes can obtain the first-level Bodhisattva status. The other is the monk path. This path starts with the eighth-level monk, and the third-level Vajra is the next level.

The basic level of practicing Vajra Magical Skills is equivalent to copper skin and iron bones. If you practice Huajin plus Vajra Magical Skills to a small level, which is equivalent to the fourth grade, you will be a third-grade Vajra. After completing the third-grade Dharma, you will be qualified to practice the Vajra Dharma and hit the first grade.

After spending several days with Monk Du Jie, the golden skin exposed outside his cassock and the power of the Vajra Magic Power all foreshadowed the other person's identity.

Lu Yuan wanted to flex his muscles and establish his authority, and the Buddhist King Kong who was responsible for receiving him was the best choice!

However, the Buddhist Vajra's invincible magical power has been greatly accomplished, and its defense power is super strong. Although it does not have the ability of a martial artist to regenerate flesh and blood, its powerful vitality is comparable to that of a martial artist of the same realm.

If Lu Yuan wanted to get the upper hand, he had to hit the mark with one hit.

So there was this magic sword wielded by Lu Yuan!

In this sword, there is the realm of blood given by the third-level blood god butterfly Gu, the tyrannical physique of the descendants of the third-level gods and demons, the purgatory demon fire derived from the bloodline of the ancient gods and demons Jiufeng, and the demon that Lu Yuan found a new way to understand on his own. Dao Dao intention.

Lu Yuan's sword strike was a calculated one. Even if Monk Dujie was prepared, it was already too late.

"Ahhh! Move!" An unspeakable fear surged into Dujie's heart. After he became a Buddhist Vajra, Dujie had never experienced such a life-and-death crisis again.

It has to be said that being the dominant Buddhist family in the Western Regions has indeed cultivated countless foundations, but it has also allowed the disciples of the Western Regions Buddhists to experience too much peace and ease, and have hardly experienced any life-and-death fights.

This became a fatal weakness when facing Lu Yuan, who was slashing people with swords and swords!

"boom!"

An earth-shattering slash appeared over the peaceful Aranda Mountain, and blood surged into the sky, continuously.

On the mountain road, a shocking knife mark is clearly visible. After the smoke and dust cleared, Monk Dujie, who was bathed in golden blood but could no longer fight, fell helplessly at the end of the mountain road.

Lu Yuan slashed a long slash from his left chest to his right waist, but with the powerful vitality of the third-grade Vajra, the Tribulation Monk was still alive.

This is also the result Lu Yuan wants. Only by injuring but not killing can it end well.

After defeating Dujie with one sword, Lu Yuan received it into its sheath and said loudly: "I would like to send Lu Yuan to Duke Wei's tent and come and pay homage to the mountain!"

This voice, accompanied by the echo on the mountain, resounded through the sky, and countless monks on Alantuo Mountain were alarmed. Three of the auras were similar to Dujie, and they were obviously three third-grade Vajras.

"Amitabha!" Among the three of them, an old monk with a painful face helped him up and said in a loud voice: "The donor is so murderous! The Holy Land of Buddhism is not a place for you to be arrogant!"

"Put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately!" the monks around said in unison.

The sound of Zen penetrated his mind, disturbing his mind. Lu Yuan lightly tapped the maple red blade, and suddenly felt the ruthlessness of iron and blood. The sound of gold and iron interrupted the rolling sound of Buddha.

Lu Yuan then said: "Why, the eminent monk of Aranda, can't you afford to lose? Are you planning to swarm us all?"

"You!" A third-grade Vajra was about to explode.

But I heard a solemn and majestic voice coming from the Ming Palace: "If you want to see me, then meet me!" (End of Chapter)