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Chapter 141: People will die when they are killed, the magic of transforming the sky and striking the earth

"...and there are such good things?"

Gang Xiang was overjoyed, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and slapped Zhang Sanfeng with another Prajna Palm.

Zhang Sanfeng looked calm and seemed unmoved.

"This is a dispute between the orthodoxy, and the Dharma Master cannot afford to make any mistakes in this trip!"

Outside the small courtyard, three old monks dressed as lamas gathered and looked at Zhang Sanfeng and Bashiba who looked like clay and wood sculptures.

These three people are all Tantric monks. They have practiced Yoga Tantra intensively and have reached the state of being invulnerable to water and fire, and immortal even if buried in the ground.

"Shall we join forces to kill Zhang Laodao?"

"Such masters must have the ability to reach the heavens. Once we take action, we might wake them up and ruin the Dharma Master's affairs."

The leader of the old monk shook his head.

"But the little monk is still urging the power of Prajna Palm..."

Huang Rong listened carefully and said, "It seems to be the sound of chanting sutras, but it feels a bit weird, not quite like the Buddhist classics from China."

There will definitely be no bones left.

***

Lin Xuan held Huang Rong's hand and shuttled through the mountains and forests like a lightning bolt.

I found that the veteran's brows were slightly furrowed, his breath was slightly disturbed, and he seemed a little uncomfortable.

"Speaking of..., Brother Lin, do you know where Zhang Sanfeng is retreating?"

"Well, it should be Sanskrit singing. As for what it is singing, I can't figure it out."

"No wonder I always feel like we are wandering around like headless flies..."

Their martial arts are already good, and their vitality is extremely long.

Many years later, rumors about mountain spirits and wild monsters might spread again.

Even if my inner strength is exhausted...

How do you feel, you have walked this road more than once?

"The so-called whim of a warrior will only provide early warning when it may cause serious injury or death..."

Speaking of which, Lin Xuan possesses the most precious treasure of Buddhism, "The Magical Art of Wedding Clothes", and can actually be regarded as a master of Buddhism.

As long as you can fight with this veteran and both sides suffer, it should be enough to become famous in the world, right?

Faintly, the three of them transformed into an extremely weird formation, and vast spiritual fluctuations filled the void, as if sealing off the heaven and earth.

The three old monks sat down cross-legged, closed their eyes and recited the scriptures silently.

Lin Xuan was also unable to determine the source of the scripture.

"The mountain at the back is not that big. It only took a moment to burn an incense stick and you found it."

If the passing woodcutter's feet were weak, at most he would only be able to see an afterimage, which seemed to be there but not at all.

"Yes!"

Wherever he went, there was silence.

The old monk at the head said calmly: "Most likely Zhang Sanfeng doesn't think this is a threat at all."

But if you really get slapped by the Vajra Prajna Palm for a few minutes...

Ordinary people will feel dizzy after just a few casual glances.

If we were to go to the plane of the Conferred Gods, talk about the difference between Hinayana and Mahayana, and fool the two sages of the West who have been reduced to stupid brothers in online articles, it might be barely enough.

Gang Xiang was breathing heavily and thinking happily.

The articulation and articulation of this Sanskrit song is extremely strange.

Huang Rong puffed up her cheeks: "Have you found it now?"

The remaining two old monks looked at each other and exhaled, feeling a little complicated.

"Whoosh..."

"..."

But if you want to seriously talk about Buddhist theory with a monk who has been reciting sutras for several years...

Gangxiang raised his head panting and looked at Zhang Sanfeng.

"Let's form a formation."

Lin Xuan turned to look at Huang Rong and said calmly.

Huang Rong looked around and found that there were familiar mountain roads in front of her, and she felt a little confused.

"Voice? Huh?"

Even among martial arts masters, it is difficult to understand.

Gang Xiang was overjoyed, gritted his teeth and turned all his remaining internal energy into the power of Prajna Palm.

However, he only has a partial understanding of Buddhist scriptures...

"That's about it. Did you hear any strange noises?"

That can only reveal the truth that he is a parallel importer.

Fortunately, the magical skill of marrying clothes is not the Yi Jin Jing. He is brave and domineering and does not follow the Buddhist realm.

But if there is a chance in the future, I’d better try my best to switch back to Taoist internal skills.

After practicing martial arts to a certain level, the comparison is the accumulation of knowledge in various aspects, which goes far beyond the martial arts itself.

"Then I heard you right."

Huang Rong was suspicious: "How come there are monks chanting sutras on Wudang Mountain? Do they perform rituals?"

"Wudang Mountain is a Taoist holy land. Even if you do the rituals, it's not the monks' turn to do them."

Lin Xuan pondered: "No surprise, he should be a master of Vajra Sect or Tantric Sect, right?"

"We're just fighting, why are we still reciting sutras?"

Huang Rong was confused in her heart: "Zhang Laodao went on a killing spree. Too many of those monks died. Why did they do the rituals on the spot first?"

"It shouldn't be that outrageous. You'll know if you go over and take a look..."

"The person who chants the sutra must be a master. Follow me and control your breath. If you want to speak, use the method of transmitting sound into the secret."

As he spoke, Lin Xuan rolled up his robe and held Huang Rong in his arms. The true energy of the wedding clothes locked their breaths and flew towards the place where the Sanskrit was singing.

***

"What are these people doing?"

Lin Xuan came to the bushes more than ten meters behind the three old monks, and Huang Rong stuck her head out.

Looking at Zhang Sanfeng and others who stood still, Gang Xiang who was doing his best, Yu Daiyan and the two Taoist boys carrying the sedan chair who looked confused, their hearts were full of doubts.

It looks like there is a fight...

At least the big monk covered in sweat was really using his palms seriously.

But apart from him, everyone else seemed abstract.

Huang Rong glanced at it for a few times, but she just didn't understand.

"It's indeed a bit strange. The red-robed lama seems to be a master. He should be having some kind of confrontation with Zhenren Zhang."

"That monk is probably just a monk. Is he so weak?"

As Lin Xuan spoke, he drew out the broken sword he wore at his waist.

There were people chanting sutras during the fights, and they looked really good at it.

"Something doesn't feel right..."

Huang Rong looked at the side face of the middle-aged monk, his expression slightly stiff: "It seems... I can't have the intention to kill."

The monk's smile was so peaceful, like Buddha holding flowers and Kasyapa smiling.

The scriptures read all around sounded pretty good.

It not only cleanses the mind, but also gives people a sense of peace and tranquility.

"I also feel that there is something wrong with this scripture and the surrounding atmosphere. It seems that it can affect people's will."

Lin Xuan gritted his teeth and clenched his right hand hard. The extremely sharp sword passed through the palm of his hand, cutting a deep blood mark.

Under the pain, Lin Xuan's eyes flashed with clarity.

Better kill him.

With a thought in his mind, Lin Xuan took action with his long sword, and the sword light swept through the void and passed through the throat of the old monk who led him.

Blood splattered, and the old monk's shriveled head rose into the sky, staring at Lin Xuan and the others with dull eyes.

He has good martial arts skills, strong vitality, and extremely strong mental strength.

But just now, he focused all his attention on the confrontation between Ba Shiba and Zhang Sanfeng.

I never thought that at this time, someone would make a sneak attack.

I never thought that someone could be so decisive in killing under the cover of their mantra.

As a result, this master, who was ranked among the top five in Tantric Buddhism, accidentally lost his head.

I can only wait silently for death to come.

Well, when people are killed, they die.

This is not a high-end plane like Journey to the West. It is impossible for anyone to survive even if their head is cut off.

Even Zhang Sanfeng and Ba Shiba couldn't do it.

"who!"

The expressions of the remaining two old monks changed drastically and they stood up in a hurry.

They are just eminent monks, not fools.

Naturally, I didn't want to compete in this situation. Is my neck stronger or the opponent's sword is sharper?

The spiritual force field that filled the void suddenly became chaotic, and the peaceful and peaceful atmosphere disappeared.

"……Well!"

Yu Daiyan groaned, a look of horror flashed in his eyes, and he regained his clarity.

"Junior has ruined my life."

Ba Shiba opened his eyes, and his peaceful and compassionate smile disappeared.

The next moment, he raised his jade-white palm and pushed it gently.

The palm power was mediocre and ordinary, not even arousing the slightest bit of palm wind.

It's like children, you push me and I push you, playing around.

But as soon as this palm was launched, it came to Lin Xuan, as if it ignored the existence of spatial distance at all.

"Ok?"

At this moment, Lin Xuan's heart beat violently, and an indescribable sense of crisis flashed through his heart.

will die.

This is the only thought in Lin Xuan's mind at this moment.

Without thinking much, Lin Xuan suddenly activated the legendary Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms and slapped it in the air.

See the dragon in the field!

The true energy of the wedding dress turned into a roaring golden dragon, laying down strong walls in the air that transformed into a powerful energy.

"What kind of martial arts is this?"

Bashiba's eyes narrowed slightly and he pressed down his palms.

The moment the golden dragon exploded, his palm suddenly flashed with crystal clear Buddha light.

Wherever the Buddha's light shines, all the layers of dragon-subduing energy walls disintegrate and disappear without a trace.

"What a God-Destroying Palm."

The Taoist robe was swept up, and Zhang Sanfeng followed the sound and appeared in front of Lin Xuan.

Zhang Sanfeng stretched out his palms, slowly turned his palms over, and faced the Buddha's palms of Eighth Master Ba in a "closed" posture.

The huge Tai Chi yin and yang fish rotates in the void, blocking the Buddha's light that illuminates the world.

The two vast auras collided and merged, slowly spinning.

What rotates together is the whole world!

"It looks like I've become a lot stronger. With just one palm, my bones won't break..."

Lin Xuan took a deep breath, held the broken sword tightly, and stabbed it hard.

With a flash of sword light, the Buddha's light filling the heaven and earth was also broken into a small gap.

"Zhang Sanfeng, let's fight today... huh?"

Ba Shiba was suddenly startled. He looked at the extra sword tip on his chest and was lost in thought.

The next moment, Eighth Master Ba snorted coldly and pointed at the tip of the broken sword.

This broken sword made of excellent material ejected from his body on its own, turning into powder and disappearing.

A few drops of pale golden blood dripped from Bashiba's wound, flowing on the ground like mercury.

"very good."

Eighth Master Ba's face darkened, and his cassocks and robes fluttered again.

The spiritual force field accumulated by the three old monks turned into a spiritual tide as violent as the sea, surging forward.

King Kong, Arhat, Bodhisattva, Buddha, Goddess, Shura...

Everything comes into being with one thought, and there seems to be endless illusions all over the world.

It seems to be something and seems to be nothing, no birth and no death!

"The old Taoist hates encountering this kind of Buddhist magical power, which constantly arises and disappears, and the gods are so nagging!"

Zhang Sanfeng sighed, then turned to embrace the bird's tail as if closed, and then brought his hands together to return to Tai Chi.

The void shook, as if the whole world fell into Zhang Sanfeng's palm.

An extremely dense collision of energy sounded in Zhang Sanfeng's hands, and all the illusions in the sky disappeared.

"Apart from you and me, there is no such person in the world."

Ba Shiba turned his hand into a sword palm and slashed lightly: "After I recover from my injury, we will fight again."

A flaming knife that was several feet long suddenly appeared, and with the power of subduing demons, it slashed at Lin Xuan and the others.

"Why do you like to fight and kill more than the old Taoist?"

Zhang Sanfeng frowned slightly and struck the flaming knife with a whip with his right hand.

The moment the Gang Qi dissipated, the figure of Eighth Master Ba had already disappeared without a trace.

"Zhang Sanfeng! You..."

Almost at the same time, the two old Tantric monks showed expressions of extreme fear.

The mountain wind blew by, and their bodies exploded out of thin air, turning into a rain of blood.

"You plotted against the old Taoist and demolished this place. If the old Taoist can't kill the Eighth Master, why can't he kill you?"

Zhang Sanfeng's face darkened and he flicked his Taoist robe casually.

The entire small courtyard exploded with a bang, turning into dust that filled the sky, and was swept away by Zhang Sanfeng's sleeve wind.

"what?"

Zhang Sanfeng looked around and his eyes fell on the pale-faced Gang Xiang: "How come I forgot you?"

The next moment, Zhang Sanfeng's figure suddenly appeared in front of Gang Xiang, his right hand stretched out, like an immortal touching the top of his head, and he pressed down lightly.

"..."

When he first appeared, his brain bones were shattered and he collapsed like a pile of wet mud.

He was killed immediately before he could even cry out for mercy.

(End of this chapter)