Demons and monsters fight each other, good deeds, and seven pieces of land (76)
Evil and demons fight each other, good deeds, one hundred, five and thirty-three (153)
Ghosts and ghosts eat each other, good deeds, thirty-two (32)
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In the early morning, when Feng Bingwen opened his eyes refreshed and finished a night of qi practice, he habitually opened the heavenly book and glanced at it, he was stunned.
"what's the situation?"
Looking at the ancient seal scripts that appeared on the records of the heavenly book, Feng Bingwen thought carefully about the things he had done these days, but none of them had anything to do with these monsters and monsters.
"How did this come about?"
Feng Bingwen looked at the good deeds that had increased by hundreds. Although the amount was not large, the origin was inexplicable, which aroused great interest in his heart.
Looking at the source manifested in the heavenly book, although it was vague, it was clear at a glance that it could not be related to the victims he had saved.
Those ghosts and elves that become slightly mature can kill people. Of course, these things dare not enter densely populated areas.
Just when Feng Bingwen was confused, a new record emerged, but it was not a good deed, but a record of evil deeds turning into disaster.
Four evil spirits are born! Evil deeds, two thousand and eight hundred and sixty-five (2865)
"coming!"
Although he did not feel any malice or danger, Feng Bingwen still left the Feng family's stronghold and went directly to Wolong Lake. He didn't know what the disaster would be caused by eliminating karma this time, and he didn't feel it yet.
to danger.
And just when Feng Bingwen ran to the small island in the middle of Wolong Lake, patiently waiting for the disaster to come.
In a barren mountain in Yunze Prefecture, a violent evil spirit suddenly erupted and swept through the forest. Even the female swordsman and the white ape who were fighting in the sky stepped away from each other and looked at the changes below.
In a pool of blood below, a deep copper bell no more than the size of an adult's fist was wrapped in evil aura and hung in mid-air, exuding a strange devouring force.
Directly below the copper bell, the bright red pool of blood, which even reflected the moonlight, was becoming dim at a speed visible to the naked eye, and traces of imperceptible essence were being absorbed and then swallowed by the copper bell.
But this was just the beginning. Before some of the fighting monks and monsters could react, the devouring scope had already enveloped the entire mountain forest.
The corpses of the monks and monsters who had lost their lives in this chaotic fight began to dry up, and all the remaining essence and blood were extracted, turning into a blood cloud with a strange smell.
Wrap up the copper bell.
The copper bell was almost integrated into the copper bell, and the invisible patina began to peel off, revealing the true appearance of the bell. It was a purple gold bell, which seemed to be made using the techniques of Daomen Xuanzong.
But at this time, no one cared what the bell looked like, because a black mist full of ominousness had already poured out of the bell, and it opened its mouth to suck in the blood cloud, gradually taking on a form.
"What the hell is this? I feel like the energy in my body is a little out of control."
"Me too, stay away quickly. This is definitely a dangerous thing. No wonder it is named by the sages!"
"I really lost my head just now, let's go!"
Some people saw the mutated bell, and finally felt fear in their hearts. They looked at the two big guys in the sky, hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to retreat.
But there are still some people who are more excited because of the change. They are here for this. The more dangerous the change is, the greater the opportunity it contains.
"Ancient evil spirit!"
"It's manifested!"
Under the gaze of some rather expectant eyes, the black mist rising from the purple bell swallowed up the blood cloud. Although the mountain was covered with messes and corpses, there was no trace of blood at all.
And because of this, the blood cloud surged and gradually transformed into a hazy human form. However, when eight arms holding swords, spears, halberds, axes and hooks emerged, people with a little knowledge saw that it was only half a body.
The eight-armed fierce god couldn't help but change his color, turned around and left.
"Amitabha!"
But some people were scared away, but at the same time, some people were attracted. They saw an old monk, wearing a cassock and holding a tin staff, coming from the mountains on the wind. When he heard the name of the Buddha, the mountains shook.
"Sages and great virtues, there is indeed a great evil in this place. My Buddha is compassionate and should save all sentient beings. Although these evil spirits are riddled with sins, they still have the opportunity for enlightenment. They should enter my Buddhist door and understand the Buddhist principles to resolve their sins!
"
While the shameless old monk was talking, he had already torn off his cassock with red agate, purple coral, luminous pearls, relics and other Buddhist treasures hanging on his body. He threw it at the evil spirit that had just appeared and was ready to go.
Take it away.
"Where did the bald donkey come from? You are so shameless!"
Seeing the old monk come up and talk to him, he was about to take the bell away. The Golden-browed Ape King, who had just fought dozens of rounds with a famous sword cultivator with his bare hands, was not happy.
As soon as he opened his mouth and spat out, a stream of yellow air flew out of his mouth, turning into a small mountain and crashing down. The cassock, which had expanded dozens of feet and was glittering with jewels, was so eye-catching that he had no choice but to wrap it up and cover the mountain.
print.
"Amitabha, Golden Eyebrow Almsgiver, why do you prevent me from conquering the devil?"
The old monk wearing a thin monk's robe, leaning on a tin staff, asked with kind eyes and a gentle tone.
"Hey, old thief Bald, whoever doesn't understand your thoughts, get out of here!"
The Golden-browed Ape King, who had close ties with the Daqian Dynasty, was not annoyed at all when he saw that his treasure was being suppressed. He dug around for a moment and took out an iron rod that was blessed with great and small Ruyi laws and regulations, and covered his head and face with it.
He hit the old bald donkey on the smooth and round forehead.
"Amitabha, donor, your anger is too strong. Forgive the old monk for speaking frankly. If your anger does not go away, it will be difficult to achieve positive results. Our Buddha is merciful. If the donor is willing to let go of his obsession, the poor monk can introduce you to Buddhism and practice..."
Even when a demon king hit his forehead with an iron rod, the old monk was neither sad nor happy. With a tap of the tin stick in his hand, a ray of Buddha's light rose up and turned into a bright king, and he stopped all attacks.
"Introduce me to Buddhism?"
Hearing this invitation, which was no different from humiliation, the white ape was no longer angry. After taking back the iron rod, he looked up and down. The old monk, who was enveloped by the king of Ming Dynasty, opened his mouth and laughed.
Malicious, unabashed.
"Old monk, which Buddhist temple did you come from? Tell me your name so that I can talk to Emperor Daqian."
"Amitabha!"
The old monk's face froze, and he realized that something was wrong. After reciting the Buddha's name, he stopped talking. Even the cassock he threw loosened the mountain seal, and finally condensed the form at the lower end. He realized that
The situation is not right, the demon spirit trying to escape is wrapped up.
"Hahaha, you're laughing so hard. You old bald donkey hasn't been out and about in decades, and you didn't bother to ask. That monkey is a spiritual cultivator recruited by the government. If you want to poach the court, you're not afraid of the emperor's order.
, hundreds of thousands of troops defeated your Liuli Temple."
The old monk was silent, but an old laughter sounded from the unassuming female sword cultivator in the sky, and the moment the laughter sounded, a terrifying sword intent poured out like a celestial river rose, and a
Cut down with the sword!
Tear!
The cassock that had already wrapped the demon spirit was directly cut open by the sword and divided into two parts. Although the Buddha's light and precious energy were still powerful, it was much weaker than before.
"The poor monk came here to slay demons and protect the way. Why did the layman use his sword to stop him? Is the layman planning to abandon the human race and take refuge in the demons?"
"Old bald thief, please don't put such a big hat on me. If you don't want the King Ming Dharmakaya you have trained to be destroyed by me, just go and cool off. I will accept this remnant spirit of Shura. I was just about to visit the sage.
But I suffer from not having anything to see, but now it saves me a lot of effort."
"Amitabha!"
The old monk's face still showed no trace of embarrassment. After taking back the cassocks that were stuck together, he picked up his tin staff and turned around to leave.
He wanted to reason with others, but they didn't listen to him. He wanted to use his own Dharma to talk to the other person, but his Dharma was not as advanced as the other person's swordsmanship, so he had no choice but to leave.
"Oh, old bald donkey!"
A disdainful voice echoed in the sky, but the old monk who had turned around didn't even mean to look back. He walked farther and farther and disappeared into the night in a few steps.
"Good disciple, what are you waiting for? Why don't you quickly put away the gift of meeting the sages for your master's visit!"
"yes."
The female swordsman standing in the air glanced at the white ape beside her who was scratching his head and head anxiously. She took out a cloth bag from her waist and threw it at the shivering residual spirit. Without any resistance, she directly received it into the treasure bag.
The white ape on the side watched this scene, but did not say a word. The sword intent that permeated the world was too terrifying. Although the opponent was unlikely to kill him, there was still no problem in cutting him down.
The female swordsman who took away the demon spirit flew away without even looking at the almost half-disabled Jiang Yang on the ground. The white ape looked at the messy mountains below, found it boring, and left.
The people below stayed until the end, and the demons and monsters who had gained experience dispersed in twos and threes, each going back to his home. Some of the people who had been ordered here were also preparing to report the results of this battle.
Jiang Yang, who originally thought that no one was paying attention, got up with difficulty and was about to take the opportunity to escape. However, when he looked up, he immediately saw a big man wearing blood armor and full of evil spirit, grinning at him.
"Boy, where are you going?"
At this time, in Wolong Lake in Qingshan County, a child was boredly looking at the surrounding lakes and mountains. If he saw this scene for the first time, he would be filled with emotion. If he was talented enough, he might be able to compose a poem.
But at this time, Feng Bingwen was already tired of seeing such a scene. He was here just to wait for the disaster that had already manifested, but,
"Where is my disaster? The Book of Heaven has already been manifested, why hasn't it come yet?"