As soon as I opened the door, there was a burst of fragrant mist.
It is not like ordinary fragrance mist. It has no color and no shape, just like a bowl of water poured into a pool.
It blends in the air and is indistinguishable from heaven and earth.
Bai Shu quickly stopped breathing and used his true energy to isolate it, but a few strands still fell into his body lightly.
Like a cat's little claws, they scratch the internal organs gently and gently from time to time.
The sharp pain and itching sensation came all at once.
At the end of the hall, on a gorgeous throne carved from white jade, a man whose face could not be seen was leaning on it.
He held a small drum-like instrument in his arms, and two green lotus flowers supported his feet. The ethereal fragrance of orchid and musk was spreading from his body.
"please……"
Bai Shu stepped forward hesitantly, and as soon as he vomited a byte, the man on the gorgeous throne patted the drum lightly.
boom!
Boom boom!!!
The sound was light, but in Baizhu's ears, it was like thunder rolling to the ground.
His eyes suddenly went dark without any light, and a sharp stinging sensation suddenly spread through his skull, as if it had been cut open from the inside by a sharp blade.
Looking at Baizhu rolling on the ground, the man on the gorgeous throne gently raised his hand again.
call out!
Just when his palm was about to fall, in an instant, Bai Zhu opened his lips, and a fierce arrow shot out from his mouth.
Like a comet chasing the moon, in an instant, with a loud bang, the snare drum in the man's hand shattered.
Amidst the flying sawdust, under the man's shocked behavior, Baizhu, whose eyes were bleeding, jumped high and sneered.
He raised one arm high and stirred up a mighty wind. In the hall, he pulled in countless chaotic airflows and slammed into the man's face.
The man seemed to be stunned, motionless and motionless.
The murderous intention in Bai Shu's heart grew stronger, and he quickly moved toward the gorgeous throne like a white rainbow piercing the sun.
The whole hall was shaking, and behind him, an extremely huge divine elephant looked up to the sky and hissed, shaking the whole place.
Suddenly, at the moment when his fist was about to fall, Baizhu's body froze.
Bang!
There was an incredible look in his eyes, and then his head exploded, splattering red and white all over the ground.
A headless corpse stood still for a moment, then looked up to the sky and fell backwards, unable to roll down the stairs.
The fragrant mist in the hall became more and more abundant, and the man leaned on the white jade seat with a rest, and a small drum reappeared in his hand.
The headless corpse on the ground disappeared without knowing when. Nothing seemed to have happened.
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Chaos—dizziness—
He seemed to have just struggled out of a huge water vortex. Everything was upside down, and the sky and the earth were connected and no longer separated from each other.
The five fingers could hardly stop shaking, and they were twisted into a bunch, like skinny chicken feet.
I'm...dead?
Bai Shu managed to open his eyes. When he raised his eyes, a man holding a small drum on the white jade throne was looking at him calmly.
"No!"
His eyes were about to burst, but before he could do anything, his head hurt again.
Bang!
After the loud noise, another headless corpse was found at the foot of the stairs.
…
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
…
Outside the golden bell, the scene of Baizhu inside was reflected, and the series of explosions made Xu Yan couldn't help but turn his face away.
"teacher."
He looked unbearable:
"Since the teacher has stripped away these four magical powers from himself, why not teach them directly to Xu Ming? It would be too painful for him to have them imprinted on the Golden Bell of Dharma transmission."
"What does that sound like? He fights too little!"
On the side of Xu Yan, the red-skinned Wuhuai had a straight face:
"Bringing the stripping magical power on the golden bell of the Dharma transmission will also make him familiar with fighting, so that he will not be easily plotted when he walks in the world in the future!"
"Big Peacock Fist", "Lion Step", "Dragon Master Ming King's Real Body", "Gandharva Glass Mantra"...
The four martial arts that Wu Huai chose for Bai Shu were the martial arts that he was familiar with, proficient in, and practiced to perfection one by one.
Stripping away magical powers also means that all the hard work and learning in the past are gone.
Not only Baizhu, but also had no intention of death in his heart. During these days, except for the necessary Tao-protecting skills.
The rest of the magical powers he learned were picked out one by one and imprinted on various golden bells for teaching, ready to be distributed to all his disciples.
"Teacher distributes treasures in Fengshan."
Xu Yan slowly shook his head: "Do you mean you are not optimistic that you can come back alive?"
"First of all, in the Vajra realm, except for a few basic skills, the rest of the magical powers are better than nothing, not even as good as one's own fist."
"Secondly." Wuhuai smiled calmly, "I really don't think highly of myself."
"Then why does the teacher still insist on going to the South China Sea?"
"Xu Yan, you are still too young."
Wuhuai lifted up the monk's robe and simply sat on the ground:
"I became famous at a young age, but soon after I was established, I directly realized Vajra. At that time, everyone thought I was the second best uncle of Master Shenzu."
A smile appeared on his face, and he even narrowed his eyes slightly:
"This is a strange thing in the world. The diamond barrier that traps 80% of the world's warriors is as simple as eating and drinking water in front of me. In fact, I just ate and went to sleep that day, and when I woke up the next day, I was already It’s King Kong.”
Speaking of this, Wu Huai's voice suddenly became low:
"Do you know how long I was trapped in King Kong?"
Without waiting for Xu Yan to respond, he answered by himself:
"More than two hundred and thirty years later, after entering Vajra, for some reason, I suddenly couldn't make any progress."
He laughed at himself and shook his head, with a bitter look on his face:
"No wonder there are so many humans and demons in the world, do you know?"
Wuhuai points one finger to the sky:
"After the purple mist appeared, I myself tried to lure it into my body more than once, even if it meant eating people!"
"Teacher..." Xu Yan panicked.
When both the master and the disciple were silent, the atmosphere was gloomy, it could even be considered dead silence.
In the golden bell, bang—bang—
Like the sound of crushing watermelon, it continues again and again.
"Teacher, please change it."
After a long silence, Xu Yan reluctantly pleaded:
"This way of death..."
In the Golden Bell, Baizhu continued to die and be reborn. In a very short period of time, the banging sounds of broken skulls were faintly connected, like some kind of weird music.
"Then change from the Gandharva Glass Mantra to the Great Peacock Fist."
Wu Huai had no expression on his face and waved his hand in silence:
"He's damned."
The red-faced monk frowned: "It's easier than cutting a watermelon!"
…
In the golden bell, Baizhu, who had almost gone crazy from the torture, was suddenly shaken, and the scene in front of him suddenly changed.
It is no longer in the palace, and there is no longer that damn white jade throne.
He actually stood on the vast water, and faced him, a shirtless man whose face was also unclear, punched him in the face.
On the man's fist, a magnificent and majestic five-color peacock is shaking its feathers.
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After an unknown amount of time, Wu Huai and Xu Yan sat on the floor, watching the scenes unfolding in the golden clock.
Finally, when the sun was high in the sky, Wu Huai stretched out his hand from his robe and slowly made a spell.
The golden bell roared, and the sound shook the forest. It lifted up slightly and threw out the little monk wearing a brocade cassock with a face as pale as paper.
Everything in front of me was shaking, and I couldn't tell whether the sky and the earth were spinning or the people were spinning.
Xu Yan quickly stretched out his sleeves and caught Baizhu.
In the hands of Zhen Qi Da, the little monk had a spoiled expression on his face, and even his eyes were blurred.
