This sudden Buddhist chant was heard by Ye Junlang, Mo Qing, and everyone in the venue.
When you first listen to it, the sound of Buddhist meditation seems to be coming from a very far away place, but to human ears, it seems to be right in front of you.
When Ye Junlang heard this Buddhist chant, he didn't feel anything special. He just felt strange that there was a Buddhist chant in the hinterland of Lingxiao Peak.
Still at this moment, this seems a bit abrupt and strange.
As for Mo Qing, the others were fine, but Mo Qing's expression suddenly changed. He who was originally walking towards Ye Junlang stopped involuntarily, and at the same time, the cold hairs on his body turned out to be cold.
He stood upright, as if he had seen something terrible.
Neither Ye Junlang nor the Demon Saint Son from the Demon Sect Holy Land felt too special.
But Mo Qing was different. As a half-step martial sage, he clearly felt the invisibly crushing pressure. It was vast and boundless, and contained a kind of upright and upright power of Buddhism.
This invisible coercive momentum can only be sensed by a strong man like Mo Qing who has reached the half-step Martial Saint realm.
In other words, the person who came was specially made to be sensed by him, so that Mo Qing could retreat.
In fact, Mo Qing also retreated. After he stopped, he couldn't help but take a few steps back. His old and skinny face was full of fear.
"Amitabha!"
Another Buddhist chant sounded, and then on the right, from a mountain forest, an old monk in green clothes walked over.
I saw this old monk with his hands clasped together, wearing a green cassock and green straw sandals, like an ascetic. His eyebrows were already gray, but they were precious, and his expression was solemn but gave him a compassionate spirit.
Disciples from the Demon Sect Holy Land have been ambushed all around, but none of these ambushed Demon Sect disciples saw how this old monk appeared.
As if appearing out of thin air, he suddenly appeared and was walking forward.
The old monk himself didn't seem to have any aura, and looked very peaceful, just like the ascetics seen in some barren wilderness, no different.
However, when the old monk in Tsing Yi appeared and walked forward, Mo Qing's expression immediately changed, and even his breathing became a little unnatural. His old eyes were fixed on the actions of the old monk in Tsing Yi.
He himself seemed to be in trance, not daring to move at all.
The old monk in green clothes seemed to be in a no-man's land, completely ignoring the existence of Mo Qing and others. He clasped his hands and walked straight to Ye Junlang. He looked at Ye Junlang with a pair of eyes filled with great wisdom.
Junlang seemed to be looking carefully.
Ye Junlang was a little confused. He didn't know this monk at all.
But he also noticed subtle changes in the scene. The most obvious change was that the coercion and coercion emanating from Mo Qing had now completely disappeared.
He could no longer feel any suppression from the saint's aura from Mo Qing's body, and Mo Qing seemed to be very afraid of this old monk, and his whole body had completely retreated to where he was.
Bai Xian'er on the side looked at the old monk in green, as if she remembered someone, with a hint of respect in her eyes, and she couldn't help but feel relieved secretly in her heart.
"The poor monk Ku Zhu has met my senior brother."
The old monk in green clasped his hands towards Ye Junlang, nodded slightly, and said.
Master...senior brother?
Ye Junlang was completely stunned. He subconsciously touched the top of his head... Fortunately, his hair was still there and he had not yet become a monk.
What's going on with this monk?
How do you call yourself senior brother?
He is at least three times older than me. No matter from any aspect, he shouldn't call himself senior brother.
"Master, you call me senior brother? Have you recognized the wrong person?" Ye Junlang smiled bitterly and asked.
The monk in green who called himself Kuzhu said: "I'll wait until the poor monk resolves the immediate matter and then I'll tell my senior brother in detail."
After saying that, Master Kuzhu turned to look at Mo Qing. He still had a look of ecstasy, but when facing Mo Qing, his eyes were wide open, giving people a vague sense of the supreme power of a glaring King Kong.
There is a magnificent and boundless Buddhist Dharma manifesting itself.
"Amitabha, the poor monk Kuzhu has met the donor Mo."
Master Kuzhu spoke first.
Mo Qing hurriedly returned the gift and said, "I don't think I should take it seriously. I wonder if Master Kuzhu appears here to find the senior ghost doctor?"
Mo Qing seemed very polite and asked cautiously.
Master Kuzhu shook his head and said: "No. Monks don't tell lies. The poor monk felt that Donor Mo's own demonic nature was too strong and would harm others and himself. He came here specifically to ask Donor Mo to put down his butcher knife, get rid of his own demonic nature, and convert
To the Buddha.”
After hearing this, Mo Qing's expression suddenly changed, and he felt the urge to scold his mother.
Put down the butcher knife and get rid of your own demonic nature?
To put it more directly, what is the difference between that and abolishing his own martial arts?
He is practicing the skills of the Demon Sect Holy Land, and he will definitely condense a demonic energy in himself. Because most of the skills of the Demon Sect Holy Land are biased towards the evil type, and exude a strong demonic aura.
As soon as Mo Qing heard Master Kuzhu's words, he understood what he meant. To put it bluntly, he wanted to abolish his own martial arts and destroy the skills of the Demon Sect Holy Land that he practiced. Slowly, his own demonic nature also disappeared.
Just disappeared.
Mo Qing's eyes darkened and he said slowly: "Kuchan Temple has never interfered in the affairs of the ancient martial arts world. Is Master Kuzhu about to break his precepts?"
"Amitabha. It is the duty of a monk to eliminate demons and protect the Tao. Now that we have encountered one, why not take action to avoid another demon in the world." Master Kuzhu said.
"You——" Mo Qing was angry at this, but he didn't dare to act rashly. There were three great people in the ancient martial arts world, and Master Kuzhu was one of them.
Master Kuzhu cultivates the Buddha in his heart with painstaking efforts. He walks like an ascetic in some desolate and barren places all year round. He is penniless and relies on fasting to solve the problem of food and clothing. Wherever he goes, he will promote Buddhism and help others.
Therefore, Master Kuzhu basically never appears in the ancient martial arts world, and has never interfered in the affairs of the ancient martial arts world.
However, no force in the ancient martial arts world dared to underestimate Kuchan Temple. There were not many monks in Kuchan Temple, but all of them practiced Buddhism hard and at the same time also cultivated an unpredictable martial arts.
realm.
Among them, Master Kuzhu is the best. In terms of martial arts realm, he is already a martial saint.
This is why Mo Qing is extremely fearful.
Although he is a half-step Martial Saint, he is nothing in front of a strong man in the true Martial Saint realm.
"Master Kuzhu, our Demon Sect's Holy Land and Kuchan Temple have never had any grudges or disputes. There is no conflict between the well and the river. Why should Master Kuzhu be so aggressive?"