I have 99 innate treasures

Chapter 65 Sudden realization

When Fashan noticed that a stick was hitting his head, his fierce figure suddenly stopped at the door, and he subconsciously raised his hand to grab it.

But as soon as he raised his hand, he remembered that the golden body Dharma image was not in the body at this time because it needed to be enshrined.

Without the blessing of the golden body, his mortal body would not be able to withstand the magic weapon.

The moment he hesitated, the head of a golden hoop with cloud patterns swept past him.

"This stick?"

After seeing this extremely familiar stick, Fashan's eyes widened suddenly.

Not long ago, when Monk Jueyun told him that Zhang Qianren was likely to know the whereabouts of the Ruyi Golden Cudgel, he also dug out the Divine Weapon Book of Tianji Pavilion and looked at the description of the Ruyi Golden Cudgel again.

Although he has been keen on this innate treasure that ranks at the top of the divine weapon spectrum for a long time, he has never had the chance to see it.

He sighed secretly for a long time because of this, hating that he was not blessed enough.

Unexpectedly, I saw this treasure at this time.

In an instant, he immediately understood why the Piaomiao Sect was exterminated by the Dayu court, and why he, Zhang Qianren, was covered in wounds and in such a state of despair.

"It turns out that this treasure is actually in your hands!"

Fashan's eyes suddenly dawned, and he took a step back to avoid another sweep of the Ruyi Golden Cudgel.

At this time, Monk Jueyun finally arrived at the door.

Because the wooden door had been smashed, when he came to the door, he saw Zhang Qianren holding a Ruyi golden hoop and wearing a tattered black robe with a gloomy face.

Like Fa Shan, he noticed the Ruyi Golden Cudgel at a glance.

When Zhang Qianren saw another person coming, he couldn't help but tighten the Ruyi Golden Cudgel in his hand, his eyes gradually narrowed, and he subconsciously took a few steps back.

When the situation suddenly became tense, the atmosphere also became dull.

For a moment, none of the three of them dared to take the lead.

After Jueyun glanced at the Ruyi Golden Cudgel with greedy eyes, he glanced at the Dharma Shan Buddha beside him with his peripheral vision, and thought about it secretly in his heart.

"Fashan is a disciple of the Buddha who came out of Pushan Zen Monastery. Regardless of his magical powers, Dharma, or his own cultivation, he is superior to me and Zhang Qianren. If I want to get this treasure, I have to let them bite each other!"

"Only if both of them lose, can I have a chance to get this treasure!"

"As long as you have the most precious treasure in your hand, there is nowhere in the world that you can't go to?"

"It's just that Zhang Qianren is only in the foundation building stage. Even if he possesses the most precious treasure, he can't beat Fa Shan in the Nascent Soul stage... The old monk has to find a way to let Fa Shan get hurt first."

Just when he was thinking about this and was about to take a step back and stay out of the matter, Fashan turned to look at him with a smile on his lips and said: "Master Jueyun, you brought back Deacon Zhang. Now that he has exposed his demonic nature, naturally You should also be the one to perform the method of subduing demons!"

Jueyun was immediately disturbed by these words. He was stunned subconsciously and blinked blankly.

Fashan took the opportunity to take a step back, clasped his hands with a compassionate face and said: "Master, don't worry, the monk will be there to help you, and will never let the devil escape!"

Jueyun finally reacted after hearing this.

He took a deep look at Fashan, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, and he cursed secretly in his heart.

"Pushan Chanyuan is one of the holy places. How come the Buddhist disciples it cultivated have such dirty minds?"

"You, the majestic Yuanying Daxiu, don't go to the front to support him, but let me, an old man, fight with him?"

At this thought, he nodded with a smile on his face, seemingly agreeing, but said in a calm voice: "Even so, the old monk's cultivation has not recovered since the catastrophe that year. Now... although the old monk My heart wants to conquer the devil, but my body doesn’t allow it.”

"Buddha has always had the heart of a Bodhisattva and has the skills of a king. It would be better for the old monk to stand by and learn the methods of subduing demons from the Buddha!"

Fashan shook his head when he heard the words, with a faint smile on his lips, and said with a simple look: "Buddha said, if I don't go to hell, who will? Only by experiencing the crisis of life and death can one achieve great enlightenment and understand the true meaning of Buddhism."

"Master's cultivation has not recovered yet. The cause of the disease is not in the body, but in the heart. When you encounter a demon, you just want to stay away. When you encounter an illness, you naturally just want to retreat, you just want to carry it, and you just want to use external forces. How can you get rid of it? .”

"Master, now is the time for you to show my fearless spirit as a Buddha. You can no longer retreat!"

Jueyun narrowed his eyes at these words, and he wanted to stab Fashan to death with a knife.

"This little guy's words are really sharp. He is worthy of being a Buddhist disciple who came from the Holy Land. He talks about great principles one after another!"

After Fashan finished speaking these words, he clasped his hands and recited the Buddha's name softly, saying: "The young monk stepped aside just because he saw the cause of the master's illness."

Both of them believed that Zhang Qianren had become a turtle in a urn, and his life or death depended on their thoughts, but no one was willing to be the first to test the power of the Ruyi Golden Cudgel.

Not far away, Zhang Qianren, who had his back against the golden Buddha statue and held a wishful golden hoop in his hand, looked on guard. While watching them arguing about Buddhism at the door, he was also secretly looking for opportunities.

"Although the divine weapon tree has already revealed that this treasure can be as big or small as a heart and can change at will, it also shows that the spirituality of this treasure has been lost."

"When we fought with the banner masters of the Demon Suppressing Department before, judging from their reactions, they probably thought that the power of this treasure, which is as big as a heart and can change at will, is only after it regains its spirituality."

"These two bald donkeys probably think so too, but people's hearts are unpredictable, so I still have to confuse them first!"

"In this way, even if they think that this treasure has the power to change its size, if they see that I haven't used it for a long time, they will think that these abilities will only appear after the treasure recovers its spiritual power."

Just when he thought of this, Jueyun could not argue with the goodness of the Dharma, so he could only take a step forward with a black face, clasping his hands together and said: "Deacon Zhang, you are not in a good mood. Now you are possessed by this treasure. The old monk sees that Due to our past friendship, we really don’t want to do anything with you.”

"Why don't you put this treasure in the temple and let the old monk get rid of your inner demons first."

"When the inner demons are gone, the old monk will return the treasure to you."

"Monks have already lost all four elements. Although the treasure is good, it will not make us greedy."

Zhang Qianren couldn't help but laugh a few times after seeing his shameless appearance.

Immediately afterwards, he raised the Ruyi Golden Cudgel with one hand, pointed it directly at Jueyun, and said in a cold voice: "Become a demon? Jueyun, you can only deceive yourself with this statement. Where can the distinction between good and evil between Buddha and Demon come from in this world? It's nothing more than that. It just depends on who is strong and who is weak."

"When I come, I will knock your Buddha to death with a stick and establish myself as a Buddha. There will also be a bunch of believers who will study the Buddhist scriptures and Taoist scriptures that I compiled randomly, and then worship me as their ancestor!"

Jueyun shook his head and sighed softly when he heard this, and said with a compassionate face, "Deacon Zhang, come in..."

As soon as the word 'enter' came out of his mouth, he suddenly reached out to grab the Ruyi Golden Cudgel in front of him.

But Zhang Qianren was already tensed up and his eyes were locked on the two of them.

As soon as Jueyun touched his hand, Zhang Qianren drew back the stick and mocked: "What, are you going to grab it instead if you can't say it? Is this the Buddhist principle taught to you by your Buddha?"

Seeing this, Jueyun just refused to do anything. He looked at Zhang Qianren coldly and threatened in a cold voice: "Zhang Qianren, there are Buddhist disciples and old monks here today. If you hand over the treasure, there is still a way to survive!"

"Otherwise, today next year will be your death anniversary!"

Zhang Qianren sneered and said, "Then wait until you kill me, and then come and seize the treasure!"

After saying that, he suddenly swung the stick and hit Jueyun.

Ever since he obtained the Ruyi Golden Cudgel, it was only recently that he was finally able to communicate with this treasure without having to use verbal commands.

But now his stick has lost its strength and only has the weight of an ordinary iron rod.

When Jueyun saw the Ruyi Golden Cudgel coming towards him with the sound of whistling wind, his face couldn't help but change, and in an instant he recalled the contents recorded on the Divine Weapon Book in his mind.

At the same time, he instinctively raised the flying sword that had been ejected from his mouth earlier.

Immediately, there was only a "dang" sound of gold and iron clashing.

Jueyun thought that the Ruyi Golden Cudgel was an innate treasure, and the power of this rod must be extraordinary.

He was even prepared for the flying sword to be broken, but after the flying sword withstood a blow from the Ruyi Golden Cudgel, not to mention breaking, there was not even a gap.

Suddenly, Jueyun's eyes showed ecstasy.

"It turns out that this baby's spirituality has not been restored yet!"

After he whispered, all the fear and fear in his heart disappeared. He immediately took a step back and threw the flying sword away, holding the sword secret in his hand. But at this moment, Fashan, who was behind him and kept talking about the formation, suddenly stretched out his hand and took his flying sword in his hand.

Jueyun turned his head suddenly, stared at Fashan with splitting eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "Buddha, what do you mean?"

Fashan stretched out his hand and stroked the sword body, shrinking the flying sword.

After doing all this, he said with joy on his face: "Congratulations, Master, on defeating the inner demons. Now that all your inner demons have been eliminated, and you have shown the fearless spirit of our Buddha, how can I, little monk, let you drag your old and sick body to the other side?" Fight with the devil?”

"Master, please step back and prepare the formation for the young monk!"

After saying that, before Jueyun could reply, he stretched out his hand to stop him behind him.

Immediately afterwards, he struck again at the golden body of Dharma behind Zhang Qianren.

The next moment, the golden body of Dharma sitting three feet high turned into a golden light and penetrated into Dharma Shan's body.

As Yuanying once again took control of Zi Mansion, the surging spiritual power instantly turned into warm currents and circulated in his meridians and dantian.

Fashan felt his body becoming stronger again. After clasping his hands and chanting the Buddha's name, he said to Zhang Qianren with a kind face: "Deacon Zhang, you are three realms behind me, and the treasure in your hand has not regained its spirituality. Right now, If there is no chance of winning, why bother fighting with the monk again?"

Zhang Qianren felt the powerful aura emanating from him, and the look of fear on his face became a little stronger.

"Whether you can survive the fight or not, you have to fight first. If you surrender me, this treasure will naturally be yours!"

After he said something in a deep voice, he swung his stick and hit Fashan.

Fashan seemed unable to see the treasure that was hitting his head. He just clasped his hands together and recited scriptures.

But when the Ruyi Golden Cudgel was about to hit his head with a whistling sound, a golden Buddha statue with a bright golden light suddenly appeared behind him.

Hearing a crisp "thunk" sound, Zhang Qianren staggered back a few steps due to the force of the rebound, but the Golden Buddha remained motionless, and even the bright golden light emitted by it did not fluctuate.

Fashan seemed to be in good condition, but there was a look of fear in his lowered eyes.

Although Jueyun whispered that the spiritual power of the Ruyi Golden Cudgel had not recovered, he seemed to believe it but not believe it. In addition, Zhang Qianren was full of fear but never handed over the treasure, which made him even more vigilant, for fear that All this was performed by Zhang Qianren.

He seemed not to be hiding just now, but he secretly sent the Nascent Soul back to the golden body in his body.

If the physical body is smashed, he will rely on Yuanying to seize Shejueyun.

The fact that Zhang Qianren's full blow failed to smash his body-protecting Buddha light immediately made him feel much more relaxed, and he was convinced that this treasure had not restored its spiritual power.

With these thoughts in his mind, Fashan immediately raised his head and said with a relaxed smile like a cat playing with a mouse: "Deacon Zhang, you have tried your best, but I haven't used my spiritual power yet. If you don't hand over the treasure, the little monk can I won’t hold back any more!”

Zhang Qianren squinted his eyes and took a step back, standing with a stick in his hand, and said in a cold voice: "If you have the ability, take it away!"

After he said these words, Fashan shook his head helplessly and said: "Since Deacon Zhang is so obsessed with it, the young monk has no choice but to offend him!"

After saying that, he took a sudden step forward and raised his palms three meters away to make a virtual pressure.

The next moment, the golden Buddha statue standing behind him, which was only a head taller than him, followed his movements and suddenly raised his palm to grab Zhang Qianren.

The Buddha's hand, which was originally only the size of an ordinary person's hand, became extremely large in the blink of an eye as he pressed forward.

There was an astonishing power in the palm of his hand, which made Zhang Qianren's eyebrows beat and his black robe fly.

In the blink of an eye, he was on top of Zhang Qianren's head, as if he was going to crush him into a puddle of flesh, he suddenly shot down.

All this happened very quickly. When Zhang Qianren reacted, the palm of the Golden Buddha had already reached the top of his head.

In his panic, he quickly raised the Ruyi Golden Cudgel upright, hoping to use the treasure to resist the pressing palm.

There was a sneer on Fashan's lips, and he turned his palms rapidly.

In an instant, the golden Buddha palm that was originally pressing down immediately stood up and slapped towards Zhang Qianren in a slapping motion.

He was so fast that Zhang Qianren had no time to react before he was slapped and flew to the side. He hit the wooden bed with a bang and rolled to the ground.

Fashan shook his head when he saw this and said: "Zhang Qianren, the gap between you and me is really too big. The young monk has not tried his best yet. I advise you not to seek death."

He had the intention to directly go forward and rob him, but he thought that Zhang Qianren could still survive from the destruction of the Piaomiao Sect and even the pursuit of the Demon Suppressing Division, and it would not be just this level.

Maybe there is still some ability to keep the bottom of the box that has not yet been demonstrated.

And he has become a Buddhist disciple of the Holy Land at a young age, and his future is bright.

It would be unwise to take risks.

When he was thinking about this, Zhang Qianren raised his sleeve and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up tremblingly on the bed, and gasped: "I still say what I said, if you want the treasure, kill me first!"

Fashan saw that he was still stubborn, and the last bit of patience in his heart was gone. He said softly: "In that case, I will send you to see the Buddha!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his hand and patted Zhang Qianren.

The golden Buddha statue behind him also followed his movements, stretched out his palm and took a photo.

Zhang Qianren narrowed his eyes when he saw this, and secretly said it was time.

He ignored the palm of the golden Buddha on his head, jumped forward suddenly, raised the Ruyi Golden Cudgel and smashed it towards Fashan's head.

Fashan looked coldly at the stick getting closer and closer to him, and suddenly clasped his hands together.

In an instant, the two palms of the Golden Buddha also joined hands and struck towards Zhang Qianren.

But just as the palms were about to join together, the head of the golden cudgel, which carried a huge force of 135,000 kilograms, suddenly hit the head of the golden Buddha.

In just a split second, the originally immovable Golden Buddha instantly turned into powder. Even the Nascent Soul hiding inside the Golden Buddha was instantly shaken away by the huge force. The stick was so fierce that its power did not diminish, and it was about to reach the capital of Fashan. Before he could react, he hit his bare head.

boom!

This young and handsome Nascent Soul Stage monk couldn't even blink before he was smashed into a ball of blood mist.

The Ruyi Golden Cudgel fell unabated and crashed to the ground, causing the entire mountain peak to rumble and shake.

Fortunately, Zhang Qianren withdrew his strength in time. As soon as the head of the club made slight contact with the ground, he lifted it up diagonally, from bottom to top, from left to right, and hit Jueyun diagonally, who still had a sneer on his face.

Monk Jueyun only had time to widen his eyes before he followed Fa Shan's footsteps and turned into a pool of blood mist.

After seeing these two people killed by him in an instant, Zhang Qianren lowered his head and looked at the treasure in his hand, his eyes flashing with confusion.

He thought that Fa Shan could not bear the Ruyi Golden Cudgel, but he never thought that everything would be so simple.

Just swing the bat and drop it.

The body of a Nascent Soul cultivator was smashed by huge force.

It was only at this moment that he suddenly realized that he had never seemed to exert the power of this treasure.

It seems that it is wrong to focus on restoring the spiritual power of the treasure.

Since the magic power was abolished, he has been living cautiously.

Facing the Foundation Establishment Stage monks at the same level, even if he possesses a treasure, he only thinks about his lack of skill and wants to show his weakness to the enemy.

Facing a monk in the Danjie stage who was two realms higher than him, all he could think about was sneak attacks.

But now, a Nascent Soul cultivator who came out of the Holy Land was smashed to death by him in an instant, and even the Nascent Soul monk had no time to escape.

"The Nascent Soul is like this... So... what about those formations? Can they withstand the full force of the Ruyi Golden Cudgel?"

"If I were to swing this stick from a hundred feet away, would I be able to knock even the soul to death with one blow?"

Zhang Qianren was stunned as he looked at the blood slowly spreading around his feet.

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