Invincibility starts from wild boar

Chapter 227 Chapter ①, ⑧, and ③ Wuzhuang Temple

Not far from the battle between a demon and a man, an unpretentious Taoist temple is quietly located among the high mountains.

Zhu Ganglie had seen the radiance before, and thought that the place where the treasures of heaven, material and earth appeared was in the backyard of the Taoist temple. It was a strange ancient sacred tree with baby-like fruits on it, which was very strange. singular.

In the Taoist temple, a long-bearded white-browed Taoist priest in a blue Taoist robe with two gossip patterns printed on the front and back, with his eyes closed, sat quietly cross-legged on the futon in the main hall, holding a white dust whisk, with a calm face, and his mind was wandering into the sky .

At this time, I saw a boy with a handsome face walk into the main hall, pointing to the place outside the Taoist temple, where the Buddha's light and evil spirit intertwine, and whispered.

"Master, there is a pig demon fighting with a great monk outside the temple, which may affect the Wuzhuang temple. Master, why don't you come and take a look?"

After a long time, the white-bearded Taoist said:

"Qingfeng, my Wuzhuang Temple has always been indifferent to the world. I am a teacher who lives in seclusion and does not care about foreign affairs. As long as I don't get in front of my Wuzhuang Temple, just ignore it."

The white-bearded Taoist still kept his eyes closed, and ordered.

"Oh, yes, Master, this disciple can save me."

The boy backed out with a respectful expression.

As soon as he left the hall, another boy of similar age greeted him and asked enthusiastically:

"Qingfeng, what's the matter, the master doesn't care about this matter, if the master takes action, the two of us will have a lot of fun again."

Hearing this, Tong Yi named Qingfeng said angrily:

"You! You know how to watch the excitement all day long, lest the world will not be chaotic. The master said, close the door of the temple, as long as they don't hit the door of our Wuzhuang temple, they can fight as they like."

After hearing Qingfeng boy's explanation, the boy scratched his forehead and muttered regretfully:

"Oh! It can't be seen as lively now, and I don't know if the pig demon has been taken in by the monk. This monk is hypocritical. He wants to take someone as a mount and find a lot of good-sounding reasons."

"Mingyue, don't worry about this, you haven't done your morning class yet! Hurry up, if the master asks about it later, you will inevitably be scolded."

Saying that, Qingfeng forcibly pulled Mingyue into the side hall next to her.

……

Three days later.

In the place where Buddha's light and evil spirit intertwine, the battle is still going on.

"It's really a good talent. Since I can't beat you to death, the poor monk will trap you and chant scriptures every day. If you don't believe it, I can't transform you, a pig demon."

After fighting for a long time, the monk was not ignorant, and immediately changed his method, intending to trap Zhu Ganglie.

As soon as the words fell, a big golden bell flew out from the top of the monk's head. Under the blessing of Buddha's power, it rose against the wind and turned into a huge bell with a length of hundreds of feet in a blink of an eye.

The Buddha's light shines on it, Sanskrit is densely covered, and countless Buddhist scriptures circulate on the surface of the Buddha clock.

Under the golden Buddha bell jar, bursts of intense Buddha light emanated, which made Zhu Ganglie almost unable to open his eyes.

Zhu Ganglie has never been afraid of being tough from the front, but this imprisonment has made Zhu Ganglie so powerful that he has nowhere to use it.

With a flash of his figure, Zhu Ganglie wanted to escape from the enveloping range of the Buddha's light, but the direction of escape happened to be the direction of the Taoist temple.

After a few breaths, a Taoist temple hidden in the woods appeared in front of Zhu Ganglie.

"Huh, Wuzhuang Temple? Isn't this the ashram of the Great Immortal Zhenyuan?"

Just when Zhu Ganglie was distracted, the golden Buddhist bell covering Zhu Ganglie's head fell down with a "bang", and the huge monster bodies of two Zhu Ganglie were instantly enveloped.

"Hehe! Pig demon, let's see where you run this time."

Covering Zhu Ganglie in the golden Buddha bell, the monk showed a smile on his face, he didn't care about the simple and unpretentious Taoist temple in front of him, thinking that this temple was just a wild temple in the mountains, he didn't take it to heart at all.

Covered by the golden Buddha bell, Zhu Ganglie's eyes were fixed, and he crazily hit the golden Buddha bell in front of him without sparing any energy, sending out waves of deafening bangs, which made the scalp numb.

However, this golden Buddha clock was extremely strong, even though Zhu Ganglie's body was strong and his pig's head was hard, and the relentless impact could only make the golden Buddha bell emit a huge bang, and the Buddha's light flickered violently, which could not be damaged in the slightest.

"Don't waste your efforts, this is the demon-suppressing clock. Even the monsters in the fairyland can't escape, you should just obediently catch them! Let the poor monk take you out of the sea of ​​suffering."

As soon as the words fell, the monk flew to the top of the golden Buddha bell, sat cross-legged, clasped his hands, closed his eyes slightly, and spit out golden Buddhist inscriptions one after another, pouring them into the golden Buddha bell. Unceasingly surrounding Zhu Ganglie's side, tightly surrounding Zhu Ganglie.

Inside the golden Buddha bell, Zhu Ganglie, who was surrounded by Buddhist scriptures, could only hear the melodious voices of Buddha, which floated in his ears and penetrated into Zhu Ganglie's mind, buzzing like flies, trying to kill Zhu Ganglie. Strong consciousness washed away, even assimilated.

"Despicable and shameless, to resort to such indecent means to forcibly convert someone."

Zhu Ganglie cursed secretly, shook the pig's head, trying to get rid of the annoying Buddhist voice in his mind, but it was in vain, purely useless.

In order to concentrate on fighting against the Buddha's voice, Zhu Ganglie immediately thought of a way to fight against the brainwashing Buddha's voice. As long as his consciousness is concentrated and twisted into one strand, the brainwashing Buddha's voice will be of no use to Zhu Ganglie.

With a wave of evil spirit, Zhu Ganglie transformed into a pig-headed humanoid form on the spot, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and meditated, and kept repeating in his mind:
"A toad has one mouth, two eyes and four legs."

"Two toads with two mouths, four eyes and eight legs."

"Three toads have three mouths, six eyes, twelve legs and one leg."

……

"One hundred toads have one hundred mouths, two hundred eyes and four hundred legs."

……

On the golden Buddha bell, the monk's Buddha's light was shrouded, and one after another of Buddha's voices kept spitting out from his mouth, impacting the consciousness in Zhu Ganglie's mind.

"Hum Mani Padme Hum..."

One person and one demon, at this moment, sitting cross-legged at the gate of the Wuzhuang Temple, tried to be patient.

A fire broke out at the gate of the city, which affected the fish in the pond, but the people in Wuzhuang Temple were the ones who suffered the most.

"Master, don't you care about it? That monk is too arrogant. He doesn't pay attention to our Wuzhuang temple at all. He recites scriptures there all day long. The loud voice can be heard for ten miles around. It has seriously affected me. Normal life with Mingyue, if things go on like this, before the pig demon is converted, Mingyue and I will be converted by the monk to become little novice monks."

Qingfeng ran to the main hall early in the morning to complain to his master Zhen Yuanzi.

Hearing this, Zhen Yuanzi struck down mercilessly:

"You two have cultivated in vain for more than 1000 years. You are not even as good as that pig demon. You can't hold your breath for such a thing. Why are you talking about cultivation? Go back and copy the scriptures carefully, ten times a day."

Zhen Yuanzi ordered with a blank face.

Hearing this, Qingfeng's face collapsed, he shook his head, and reluctantly responded.

"Yes, Master."

Thinking about it carefully, Qingfeng felt that he was really not as good as the pig demon who watched outside. He was brainwashed by the monk with scriptures day and night, but he still persisted and maintained self-awareness. know how it is done.

Shaking his head, Qingfeng raised his legs and walked out of the hall.

(End of this chapter)