Evil Dao Ghost Confucian Demon Monk

Chapter 95
Under the wind and sand blowing, the Gobi is like a ghost land.

A scorpion emerged from a sand hole, and before it could get a firm foothold, a tall figure jumped up from above its head.The sky of Scorpion suddenly turned black, and it instinctively burrowed back under the sand, looking at the running figure in front of it.

I saw that person's footsteps were fast, and a sandbag like a hill was easily crossed within a few steps of his sprint.

It was Wang Jitu who was galloping ahead. After being tempered by the evil spirit, he could gallop like flying even without the help of a steed.

Wang Jitu ran towards the setting sun, and the wind and sand intensified along the way. At this time, he was wearing a local costume and a sand towel to cover his face in order to block the troubles of the wind and sand.

After Wang Jitu left Bailiji, it had been more than ten days since he traveled all the way, and he was almost at the edge of the desert.As long as you step into the desert, it is the place where the sandalwood pointed out by the old drunkard is set off.The closer he got to the destination, the more excited he became.But the vision in front of him forced him to stop.

Visible to the naked eye, on the edge of the desert thousands of meters away, there is one person standing on each of the two isolated rock pillars eroded by wind and sand.

After Wang Jitu refined the evil spirit, he was only one line away from the Tongqiao state.Although the aperture is not clear, but the eyesight is much better than before.It can even be seen that the two people on the rock pillar are monks.

A person with white eyebrows and white beard has a peaceful face, and looks like a great virtuous monk.The white-browed old monk was wearing a gold-threaded monk's robe, which was dotted with various gemstones, and the rays of the sun were shining brilliantly.

The other person has a pair of cross-eyed eyes and looks ugly.The ugly monk was dressed in an ordinary gray robe, and he was clearly a worthless handyman monk.

Although the two look very different, they both seem to have extraordinary attainments.

Although Wang Jitu was only watching from a distance, he could feel that the two had the same aura, and their cultivation might not be much different.But the white-browed old monk suddenly took out a beautiful Jiangnan umbrella, opened it and put it on his head.

Wang Jitu was amazed. He once heard that Mr. Shu told a story about a monk Sifan, and he said that he would not fail the Tathagata and not fail the Qing.Could it be that this umbrella was given by the old monk's friend.

Wang Jitu quickly shook his head to dispel these wild thoughts.

On the rock pillar in the distance.

The ugly monk clasped his hands together and recited Amitabha before he said: "The little monk can't tolerate Wufa Temple doing evil things in the name of Buddhism. Master, you have committed too many sins. Please turn around and know that the sea of ​​suffering is boundless." , back to shore' ah."

The white-browed monk cast a squinting glance: "Who are you? Don't take matters into your own hands. Aren't you meddling in your own business?"

The ugly monk said solemnly: "If you do many injustices, you will kill yourself. You have done countless injustices. I am a Buddhist, so how can I ignore them. As for me, I am just a person in Lingshan Temple. Just a little monk who recites sutras."

The white-browed monk chuckled, with indescribable compassion and peace on his face, gestured with the umbrella in his hand and said, "Haven't you heard of 'a monk holds an umbrella, lawlessness'? You and I are obviously walking on different paths. Why do you bother?" Come and stop me. What's the meaning of "the sea of ​​bitterness is boundless, and the return is the shore." Hey, I only feel at ease, I never feel bitter. Okay, don't stop talking here. You cross your single-plank bridge, and I will walk my sunshine Do you hear me clearly?"

The ugly monk lowered his head and lowered his eyes and said: "Oh, the little monk is obsessed. You shouldn't be here to persuade the master." This monk is humble and polite, but it's a pity that he looks too shabby, and his cross-eyed eyes don't look right.But as soon as he finished speaking, the light of Buddha was immediately behind him.The aura of Buddha is myriad.Against the background of the Buddha's light, the ugly monk also looked solemn and solemn, and suddenly he had the bearing of an eminent monk.

The white-browed old monk was still laughing, but his hand held the umbrella high.

It was originally a clear sky with no clouds in the sky, and the scorching sun would hurt the body.But strangely, a large black cloud trimmed with gold appeared in the sky.The dark clouds did not bring a trace of coolness, but instead made people feel inexplicably frightened.

Although Wang Jitu was far away, his head was still pitch black.

The dark clouds cover the sky. Although they block the scorching sun, they cannot cover the dry wind in the desert.Wang Jitu licked his dry lips.Since using Sha to refine the skin, my lips have never been dry due to the hot weather.At this time, this situation happened only because the pressure in the sky was so heavy that his body reacted involuntarily.

The umbrella in the hand of the white-browed old monk shone with silver light, and the thunder roared in the dark clouds, with a frightening aura, exuding an incomparably magnificent aura.

Even though Wang Jitu was still far away at this time, he was suppressed by Lei Yun and did not dare to move a little, as if if he was not careful, he would cause catastrophe.

The situation is already so serious, but the ugly monk is indifferent to the changes in the sky.He had a calm face from the beginning to the end, and the Buddha's light appeared faintly behind him, exuding a peaceful and peaceful Buddha power.

Is the white-browed old monk very powerful?Even if he can turn the whole universe upside down, even if he can shatter the whole world, so what?The Buddha is always there, watching the whole world silently, neither anxious nor impatient, neither startled nor angry.

Wang Jitu felt very clearly that at this moment, only the faint Buddha light on the ugly monk can make people clear their minds, help them calm their minds, and prevent them from being oppressed by the powerful thunder cloud.

On the rock pillar, the white-browed old monk laughed and said, "This 'Thunder Cloud Thunderbolt Umbrella' is a treasure that I used to refine the thunder when I crossed the Sanyang thunder calamity. This umbrella contains the power of thunder, which is infinitely powerful. The umbrella bone is made of 'gang jade', and only gang jade has the ability to store and nourish thunder. Cross-eyed little monk, can you feel the pain of crossing the catastrophe from the umbrella?"

The ugly monk nodded and said: "Sure enough, the umbrella has a bit of power to rob the thunder, and Master Wufa is really strong. It's a pity. Why do you only do evil things and not follow the righteous path?"

Master Wufa, an old monk with white brows, sneered and said: "In this world, it is practiced that 'the strong are respected, and the weak are preyed on by the strong. Evil, it’s not up to you to decide.”

Master Wufa immediately raised his fingers and turned the umbrella. "After the Leiyun Thunderbolt Umbrella was cast and formed, it has never been used. Today, I will let you feel its supreme power."

The hairless master has slender and long fingers, well maintained, moist and shiny.It looks wonderful in the gentle rotation.

On the surface of the umbrella, there is a picture of a gentle woman.

When Master Wufa turned the umbrella, the gentle woman sat up slowly, her posture was graceful and graceful, but her eyes were dark.During the movement, it was also found that there were silver threads on the woman's body.

The woman suddenly tapped her fingers like green jade, and several silver threads shot into the thunder cloud.

Thunderclouds in the sky sensed suddenly, and a frightening lightning jumped out in the blink of an eye.

"Spirit!" When the ugly monk saw the woman appearing, he turned a string of wooden Buddhist beads with his fingers, so as to eliminate the troubles in his heart and calm his mind.The ugly monk proclaimed the Buddha's name, and his state of mind returned to emptiness in an instant.Immediately behind him, the Buddha's light was released, faintly dispelling the killing momentum of thunder clouds in the sky.

The thundercloud gathered above the head of the ugly monk trembled, and a silver thunder was released from each calamity cloud. When the silver thunder rolled, it struck the ugly monk like a swimming dragon.

The ugly monk would not sit still and wait for his death, but he turned sharply and shuttled back and forth between the robbery and thunder.

Whenever the ugly monk dodged a silver thunder.The gentle woman on the umbrella will put her hands back together, and the falling silver thunder seems to be spiritual, jumping in the air and returning to the thundercloud.

Master Wufa laughed and said, "Without this weapon spirit, I would definitely lose a lot of thunder power. But with her here, the power of this thunderbolt umbrella will definitely not be lost for no reason."

The ugly monk also saw that with the presence of a gentle woman, Yin Lei would be taken back continuously.Relying on evasion to consume thunder power is just futile.If the time dragged on for a long time, it would be even more unfavorable to him.With a movement of his body, he suddenly rushed towards Master Wufa.

Seeing this, Master Wufa urges the Thunder Cloud Thunderbolt Umbrella.In the dark clouds, several silver thunders flashed angrily, stopped in front of the ugly monk, and hit the ugly monk hard.

The ugly monk didn't care, his eyes were sunken, and his pupils were as sharp as eagles, staring at Master Wufa.

However, due to the cross-eyed reason, Master Wufa was not afraid at all, and frantically urged the thunder umbrella. In an instant, the sky thunder roared, silver threads entwined, and thunder snakes shot out from the thunder cloud.Unexpectedly, the Buddha's light behind the ugly monk was slightly restrained, and the light burst out in an instant.

Even though the thunder snake in the sky is vigorous and the thunderbolt is fierce, it can't stop the ugly monk in the slightest.All the silver thunders were resolved one by one by the holy Buddha light behind the ugly monk.

Seeing that the ugly monk was close at hand, Master Wufa frowned, muttering something, and swayed a lot of spirit beads from his hand.

Each spirit bead is like a Taoist talisman, bursting in the air, arousing dozens of golden cones and fire thorns, sweeping towards the ugly monk.

Master Wufa still didn't stop, just heard him scold, blood oozes from his hand, pouring into the Gangyu umbrella bone.

The silver thread on the umbrella was stimulated by the blood, and immediately strangled the gentle woman even tighter, making the beautiful body uneven, but the gentle woman's pretty face was distorted in great pain at this moment.

The woman's fingers trembled, and her ten fingers were blood red. They immediately emitted streaks of red light, which connected to the thunderclouds in the sky in an instant.

The thunder cloud shook, and streaks of blood suddenly appeared on the golden edge of the dark cloud, and the falling thunder was completely blood-colored.Thunder cloud thunderbolt, quickly slashed, and a large amount of blood rushed out.

"Moth Blood Demon Thunder!"

The ugly monk had just escaped the golden awl and fire thorn, and was shocked when he saw the magic thunder. He stared at Master Wufa sharply, and said angrily: "You actually practice this kind of golden evil blood. If you are accidentally infected by mortals, I don't know how many ignorant people's lives will be harmed."

The ugly monk immediately activated the Buddha's light, using the peaceful Buddha's power to eliminate the hostility and resentment in the blood thunder.

However, although the Buddha's light is not afraid of the power of the beetle demon thunder, there is always a part of the Buddha's light that is lost when the hostility and resentment are eliminated.The Buddha's light suddenly became much weaker.There were even a few times when the Buddha's light had just dissolved the scarletness in the thunder, and then disappeared.

(End of this chapter)