Journey to the West: The poor monk Bodhidharma, the supreme Buddhist and Taoist

Chapter 28 Magic Sword!

"Landa Temple?"

Su Tianxin took a look at Bodhidharma.

As expected, Bodhidharma couldn't help raising his eyebrows as soon as he heard these three words.

Between his brows, a gloomy look flashed across his face.

After all, Kunlun Tianyong City belongs to Taoism, and it is thousands of miles away from Landa Temple.

Coupled with the rampant monsters along the way.

For no reason, it is absolutely impossible to run so far and rush to the door.

"What did Immortal Ziyin ask you to go to Lantuo Temple?"

Su Tianxin asked.

Faced with the old senior's inquiry, Zhi Qiu Yiye naturally did not dare to hide anything.

"In the past, my master once got a magic sword in the ruins of Buzhou Mountain. For a hundred years, he wanted to purify it, but it was a pity that he couldn't do it!"

Zhiqiu Yiye spoke eloquently.

"A few days ago, my family teacher and the abbot of Landa Temple, Zen Master Kongxiang..."

Speaking of this, Su Tianxin interrupted.

"Zen Master Kongxiang?"

Su Tian thought.

"Not bad!"

Zhiqiu Yiye looked at Su Tianxin, and felt strange when she saw her startled.

"My master and Zen Master Kongxiang have been friends for a long time. Knowing that Zen Master Kongxiang is profound in Buddhism, he ordered me to go to the Landa Temple with my sword, and ask Zen Master Kongxiang to purify the magic sword with profound prajna!"

At this time, Bodhidharma suddenly said, "Since that's the case, you don't need to go to the Landa Temple!"

"Why?"

Zhiqiu Yiye was puzzled.

"Because Zen Master Kongxiang passed away not long ago!"

"what?!"

Zhiqiu Yiye almost jumped up.

He had traveled thousands of miles and was about to arrive at the Landa Monastery.

Unexpectedly, it fell short.

Zen Master Kongxiang went ahead of him.

Not to mention the white robe this time, he had to run back to Tianyong City.

Zhiqiu Yiye almost cried.

"How do you know that Zen Master Kongxiang passed away?"

Zhiqiu Yiye is not reconciled.

"Zen Master Kongxiang is the poor monk master!"

"what?"

Hearing this, Zhiqiu Yiye's spirit suddenly withered away.

Full of hope, all in vain.

Su Tian's heart suddenly moved, "With the Buddha's practice of the holy monk, he will be able to purify the magic sword!"

"Holy monk? Who is the holy monk? This little monk?"

Zhiqiu Yiye looked Bodhidharma up and down.

Seeing that the other party is young and still young, it seems unreliable.

There was suspicion in his eyes.

He didn't know that his life was saved by Bodhidharma.

I thought that the old man Su had great powers.

"Cough cough!"

Su Tianxin hastily stared at him, signaling him not to talk nonsense.

Fortunately Bodhidharma didn't care, and said with a smile: "The poor monk may try his best!"

"Zhiqiu Yiye, where is the magic sword?"

Su Tianxin asked.

"The magic sword? It's always on me!"

Zhiqiu touched his waist with his backhand, and his expression changed instantly.

"Where's the sword? Where's my sword?"

He touched everything all over his body, but there was still no trace of the magic sword.

Zhiqiu Yiye suddenly panicked.

As if suddenly remembered.

"Oops, it must have been swallowed by the centipede spirit!"

Zhiqiu Yiye was full of panic, as if the sky was about to fall.

"It's over, it's over!"

"That evildoer swallowed the magic sword, and his cultivation is bound to increase. Unless my master personally steps out, no one in the world can cure him!"

Seeing Zhiqiu Yiye's panic-stricken appearance, he did not look like a pure and desireless cultivator at all.

How could Master Ziyin accept such an off-line person as his disciple!
Su Tianxin sighed and shook his head.

"The evildoer that no one in the world can cure has been suppressed and killed by the Bodhidharma monk!"

Su Tian said calmly.

"What? Killed by the town?"

Hearing this, Zhiqiu Yiye was full of disbelief, and looked at Su Tianxin in shock.

He had fought fiercely with that evildoer before, and he knew that the evildoer had at least a thousand years of practice.

Just relying on this monk in front of him, can he be suppressed and killed?

Zhiqiu Yiye expressed doubts.

"Not only that, even your primordial spirit was summoned by the Bodhidharma monk!"

Hearing this, Su Tian said again.

"what?"

Zhiqiu Yiye's face was full of confusion, "Didn't you save me, Senior Su?"

Click, click, click.

This time, it's not just eyebrows.

Even the eyelashes were almost broken by Su Tianxin.

Su Tianxin took a deep breath and repeatedly hinted that she must hold back her impulse.

"Hehehe, with my cultivation, I'm afraid I can't save you!"

Don't talk about saving him, at this moment he has the heart to shoot him to death!
Qingzhi Sutianxin would not lie to herself, and Zhiqiu Yiye looked at Bodhidharma again.

A look of shock appeared on his face.

Suppress and kill the thousand-year-old evildoer casually!

Call its primordial spirit back to life!

With such a cultivation level, even his master Ziyin may not be able to do it.

"This monk seems ordinary, is it really so powerful?"

Zhiqiu Yiye was still a little skeptical.

At this moment.

Bodhidharma walked to the edge of the clear pool not far away, staring at the water, thoughtful.

The empty valley is secluded, and the stream is gurgling like a ring.

The pond water reflects the ancient trees in the mountains, clear and green, especially the bottom.

The bottom of the water is rocky.

There is actually an ancient purple sword hidden between the cracks in the stone.

A ray of cold air as thin as a gossamer still quietly diffused from the sword.

The mist in the air rises up, like a veil, covering the pool.

"Is this the magic sword?"

Dharma said.

Hearing the sound, Su Tianxin and the two stepped forward.

Seeing the ancient sword in the pool, Zhiqiu Yiye exclaimed in surprise: "That's it!"

Before the words fell, he wanted to jump into the pool and take out the magic sword.

Unexpectedly, a bone-piercing chill hit his face, as if even the blood was about to freeze.

The vegetation, trees and stones around the cold pool instantly condensed a thick layer of frost.

The closer you get to the pool, the stronger the chill.

Zhiqiu Yiye clasped his arms, his teeth clashed, and he couldn't help shivering.

"Okay, it's cold!"

When he spoke, white gas came out of his mouth.

"This is how the same thing?"

Zhiqiu Yiye took a closer look and found out the clue.

The expression on his face changed again.

"Oops!"

"The spell that sealed the magic sword is gone!"

Zhiqiu Yiye called.

Before setting off, the real Ziyin gave him thousands of instructions.

The magic sword is an ominous thing, and it needs to be sealed and suppressed with talismans, otherwise, it will inevitably lead to bloody storms.

Along the way, he was careful all the way.

But in the end something went wrong.

"Amitabha!"

Bodhidharma didn't seem to hear Zhi Qiu Yiye's words, nor did he feel the slightest chill.

Suddenly, he stepped forward and walked towards the pool.

"Little monk, you..."

Zhiqiu Yiye was trying to dissuade Bodhidharma from being eroded by the magic sword.

But was grabbed by Su Tianxin.

"Stand here and don't move, shut your mouth!"

Su Tianxin glared at him.

I also don't see how Bodhidharma used his supernatural powers.

The pool in front of him suddenly separated to the two sides automatically, and a road appeared, leading directly to Damo's feet.

Seeing this scene, Zhi Qiu Yiye was already dumbfounded.

"This little monk..."

Not finished.

He suddenly slapped himself a big mouth.

"No, holy monk! It's the holy monk!"

At first, he still had some doubts.

Now, witnessing Bodhidharma's trick, the doubts in his heart disappeared immediately.

Bodhidharma kept walking and walked straight to the ancient sword.

But seeing that ancient sword was purple all over, and the body of the sword was engraved with strange and mysterious runes, exuding magical power to confuse people's minds.

"It really is it!"

Dharma nodded secretly.

He had already vaguely guessed it when he heard Qiu Yiye mention it earlier.

At this time, take a closer look and confirm it.

Just as he was about to lean over to pick it up.

Suddenly, a gentle and pleasant female voice came out from the sword.

"Monk, go away, I don't want to hurt you!"

(End of this chapter)