Journey to the West: Asking the Heavens

Chapter 105
Pufang, the Pufang monk at the end of the list of the four great monks of Tianyin Temple?
Mo Yuan looked at the old monk in red cassock in front of him, feeling a little puzzled, wondering if he just went directly to the main hall of Xiaotianyin Temple, why did he intercept him here?
But Mo Yuan knew it the next moment, and just listened to Na Pufang: "I have heard that Qingyunmen Taiji Xuanqing Dao is powerful, today I just listen to the voice of little benefactor Mo, and I know that the little benefactor's cultivation is deep, and he is by no means inferior to the old one. The master of the generation, the old monk's hands are itchy for a while, I wonder if I can compete with the little benefactor?"

But it was Pufang who went to find the Dharma to meet Mo Yuan. When he entered the temple to meet Abbot Puhong, he heard the report from the gatekeeper disciple that Mo Yuan was only twelve or thirteen years old. The magic power contained in that voice of the mountain is definitely breaking through the supernatural realm.

Although Qingyun Sect, Fenxiang Valley and Tianyin Temple are listed as the three sects of the Righteous Way, they are different from each other. Who would not want to be the leader of the Righteous Way?
Qingyun Sect has produced such amazingly talented and talented disciples. Pu Fang naturally wants to see them. After all, after they pass away, the future must belong to the disciples of the younger generation. The door was able to lead the crowd again, but Tianyin Temple had to make another plan.

Pu Fang is different from Pu Hong, he is impatient and impulsive, he does whatever he thinks, regardless of his status as an elder, he directly blocks in the middle of the mountain road.

Seeing that Pu Fang invited him to fight, Mo Yuan smiled lightly and said, "This disciple has a superficial cultivation, but he dare not fight the master. This disciple admits defeat."

"Amitabha, the old monk thought that there was such a great young hero from Qingyunmen, who dared to send me to Tianyin Temple to worship the mountain at such a young age, but he was so timid that he gave up without making a move. It's really insulting the reputation of Qingyunmen!" Pu Fang said that Gujing was silent, but he meant what he said, clearly saying that the disciples of Qingyunmen were nothing more than that.

Mo Yuan secretly smiled in his heart, he has the experience of being proud of the world and wandering the rivers and lakes, so he can't tell that this old monk is clearly acting like this on purpose, to provoke him, purely to measure his morality.

So Mo Yuan looked at Faxiang and said, "Brother Faxiang, is this the arrangement of Abbot Puhong?"

Naturally, this was not Puhong's arrangement, but Pufang's own idea. Mo Yuan said this, but he wanted to use Puhong's name to get Faxiang to stop him.

If it was in the past, if Pufang treated the distinguished guests like this, Faxiang would definitely stop him, but don't forget that just now Mo Yuan was aggressive, let Puhong, and the whole Tianyin Temple suffer disgrace, and even injured him. How could it be possible to stop Pufang?

At this time, Fa Xiang was thinking of asking Pu Fang to teach Mo Yuan a good lesson, so as to vent his anger for his master and himself.

So he said: "This matter is not ordered by the master, but this uncle, the young monk, likes to fight with others the most. In his early years, he traveled around the world and eradicated many demons who did evil. Junior Brother Mo has a high level of cultivation. It is also good to compete with him. It doesn't matter, Tianyin Temple and Qingyun Sect are used to being friendly, Master Pufang will definitely be merciful."

This is a no-go!
There was a flash of light in Mo Yuan's eyes. He had broken through the fourth level of the Shangqing Realm by studying the first volume of the Book of Heaven. With the might of the Nine Heavens Divine Weapon Slaying the Dragon Sword, even the ordinary elders in the entire Qingyun Sect might not be able to win. Apart from him, although the four great monks are well-known, they are still at the same level as Qingyun Shouzuo, and Pufang is at the bottom, with the lowest Taoism. How could Mo Yuan be afraid of him?

Mo Yuan said: "Okay, since the master insists on this, then the disciple will accompany you, but let's agree in advance, so as not to hurt the friendship!"

"Naturally, please go first!" Pu Fang clasped his hands together, signaling Mo Yuan to make the first move.

Mo Yuan was not polite either, he was facing one of the four great monks after all.

However, when his magic power was circulating, a sharp and unparalleled sword intent immediately emanated from his body, soaring into the sky, his whole body was like an incarnation of a divine sword that pierced the world.

Being rushed by this sword intent, Pu Fang felt a chill all over his body, as if a sword was held around his neck. He raised his white eyebrows, and his vigilance against Mo Yuan rose to a higher level. With a flick of his palm, one side contained The golden alms bowl with endless power appeared immediately, but it was his strongest magic weapon, the golden alms bowl of the Buddha.

"Master, look at the sword!"

Mo Yuan uttered a soft drink, stretched out his hand to lead, and there was a sword cry of 'Zheng', like a dragon's chant, but he saw a blue sword light suddenly come out of its sheath, and the dragon-slaying sword burst into endless green light, moving towards Pufang, resolutely slashed go.

The power of the Nine Heavens Divine Soldier is so strong, the sword's edge has not yet reached the body, and the terrifying sword intent that moves forward has already forced Fa Lian, who was watching the battle behind Mo Yuan, to retreat more than ten feet, far away from the battlefield.

"Hahahaha, the Dragon Slaying Sword has been separated for more than a hundred years. I never thought that the old monk would see the power of this sword again today!"

Faced with this menacing sword, Master Pufang was not afraid at all, and his face was full of nostalgia. This unparalleled Nine Heavens Divine Soldier shined brilliantly in the battle between righteousness and evil more than a hundred years ago, and he also He fought side by side with the Dragon Slaying Sword Master.

I saw his palm swaying lightly, and the golden bowl of the stupa suddenly shone brightly. Layers of Buddha light like substance protected him tightly. .

The Vatican singing seemed to be there, but when it reached Mo Yuan's ears, the fighting spirit in his chest was completely reduced, and his mind was so peaceful that he almost wanted to sit down and make peace.

Mo Yuan's heart shuddered, Tianyin Temple actually has such supernatural powers?
With a thought in his mind, the magic power of Taiji Xuanqing Dao in his body swam around his body, and in just a moment, he drove out all kinds of abnormalities from his body.

hum!
Just at this time, the dragon-slaying sword struck on the Buddha's light, but it only caused ripples. Mo Yuan was disturbed by the Zen sound just now. Without the dragon-slaying sword controlled by his master, how could he break the Buddha? The Buddha's light blessed by the golden bowl?

"Amitabha, come and don't go indecently, ask the little benefactor to take a trick from the old monk!"

Pu Fang's body was shimmering with golden light, just like a living Arhat, but when he stretched out his hand and threw it, the Buddha's golden bowl immediately flew into the air, and it became bigger and bigger as it was visible to the naked eye, and it rose to more than a hundred feet in a blink of an eye.

The golden bowl was like a hill, and it smashed down towards Mo Yuan with terrifying power.

"Open it for me!"

Mo Yuan yelled angrily, and the formula changed, and the dragon-slaying sword that bloomed with endless green light suddenly converged all its brilliance, and condensed around the original sword body into a huge sword about ten feet long.

The terrifying sword intent contained in that huge sword almost pierced the sky. With Mo Yuan's sword pointing, the sword light soared into the sky, and slashed fiercely at the golden bowl of the Buddha that was as big as a mountain.

Boom!

There was a loud bang, and the aftermath of violent mana pulled out hurricanes, which spread in all directions. With the two of them as the center, the ground within a radius of tens of feet was completely broken, bringing up countless gravel and soil clods.

And the two divine weapons flew upside down and landed in the hands of their respective masters.

Putting the golden bowl in his hand, Pu Fang said, "If you only need this means, you won't be able to defeat the poor monk."

Mo Yuan smiled lightly, and said with the dragon-slaying sword in front of him: "Then please master to taste this disciple's sword art!"

Before he finished speaking, he stepped on the seven stars, grasped the sword formula with his hand, and walked seven steps in a row, the long sword suddenly pierced the sky...

(End of this chapter)