But the Holy Son and the Ghost Infant were thinking: No, we must not let the Sesshoji Temple breathe for a moment.
So he snorted coldly and glanced at He Cangwu standing aside.
He Cangwu was horrified by the look in his eyes, and he cursed in his heart: What a fool, you are using me as a gunman again.
I will crush you to ashes from now on.
But when people are under the eaves, they have to bow their heads.
As long as He Cangwu is still in the Ghost Sect, he will be controlled every day.
At that moment, the crowd came out and stepped forward: "The Shasheng Temple is so powerful."
"They are afraid of you, but I, He Cangwu, am not afraid."
"Amitabha, what a benefactor, I have admired you for a long time."
"I, the Shasheng Temple, convince people with my virtue and have never had any power or authority."
"What's the point of talking about being afraid or not being afraid?"
He raised his hand without smiling, but He Cangwu snorted coldly: "What a sharp-tongued monk."
"It just so happened that we couldn't decide the outcome with Li Chen last time, so let me weigh my senior brother's worth."
In fact, He Cangwu is now unable to protect himself and is trying to survive in the cracks.
The purpose of Guiying letting him come out was also to try his skills at the Sesshoji Temple.
"Amitabha."
"Donor He, if you want to challenge Senior Brother Farewell, you must first defeat the young monk."
He Cangwu was stunned for a moment, only to see a shadow fixed in front of him.
"Who are you?"
Before he finished speaking, he already waved a palm.
"Little monk Li Ge, please give me some tips."
It turned out that Li Ge was returning from the mountain and was catching up with the Buddhist disciples who took life to establish themselves.
Since he mastered Ling Ming Gang Qi, his combat power has doubled several times.
Although his realm is not as magnificent, his combat power is no less impressive.
Bang bang bang~
In the blink of an eye, the two of them were fighting.
He Cangwu's innate Ning Gang is the ghost king of hell, and he is surrounded by the gloomy ghost king's aura.
But Li Ge's innate Qi is a spiritual Qi that is as bright as white jade.
After breaking open the innate Gang egg, it condensed into the Gang shape of the Lingming Stone Monkey.
The Ghost King vs. the Monkey King.
Black energy versus white energy.
Even though Li Gecai was in the early stage of his innate talent, he was not at all inferior at this time.
This really surprised He Cangwu. This Ling Ming Gang Qi was so solid and powerful that his own Ghost King Gang Qi hit it like hitting a stone.
Extremely hard.
What made him find it even more difficult to deal with was that the Lingming Stone Monkey's gangly shape was very agile.
My own Ghost King Gang Qi is famous for being good at entanglement.
At this time, he couldn't even take advantage of Ling Ming Gang Qi.
The Holy Son and the Ghost Infant narrowed their eyes and were secretly surprised in their hearts.
Unexpectedly, just an ordinary disciple would be in a fierce battle with He Cangwu.
And he thought in his heart that he must not give Sesshoji any chance to make a surprise move.
Thinking of this, I winked secretly.
At this time, with the support of the Ghost Sect, many monks were already ready to take action.
Beside the Ghost Infant, Venerable Qing Yan also squinted his eyes.
The two are at odds with each other in face and heart.
In the Ghost Religion, the Holy Son is below the leader and has a higher status than the four great sages.
But his power was restricted by the four great lords.
But the Holy Son, Guiying, has always looked higher than his head, and he is arrogant.
Even the Four Great Masters are just chess pieces in his eyes.
This is also the reason why Lord Qingyan is unwilling to come forward.
However, when Guiying asked He Cangwu to come forward and try the move, he secretly agreed with it.
He was also attracted by the fight between the two.
Although He Cangwu is insignificant in front of the Holy Son, he is still a genius among the Ghost Religion and is ranked in the "Golden Scale List".
Among the younger generation in southern Xinjiang, the top few.
But at this time, it turned out to be difficult.
This Sasho Temple has been closed for more than two hundred years, but it is still full of talented people, which should not be underestimated.
The Scholar with a Smiling Dimple, as his name suggests, was shaking his feather fan and smiling from beginning to end.
It seems that he has no interest in the battle in the field.
The 'Youdao' Chi Yao next to him seemed to be aware of it, and his eyes narrowed in thought.
But beside him, Hong Tu from the Dian Cang Sect showed a solemn expression.
Suddenly he remembered the words of his master Cangsong Zhenren.
'Sasho Temple has been closed for two hundred years, and things have changed. If you want to rise again, it will be as difficult as climbing to the sky.'
‘This time Sesshoji returns to the world, the ceremony will be disrupted.’
'The auspiciousness that comes from heaven cannot be maintained.'
'My disciples are the proudest among us. If you want to get a share of the pie, you will surely find it at your fingertips.'
Easy to pick up?
Pick up a hammer.
As for the seven Canglang disciples, they also found it novel.
"I didn't expect that the Eighth Division's sect would be so powerful."
"In my opinion, this Shasheng Temple is far better than many sects on the Zhoutian Ranking."
Regarding this statement, the Xuanjing Division in front of me knows best.
Hou Xiaoyi yawned, with tears in the corners of his eyes, and said leisurely: "The Shasheng Temple is indeed a profound place."
"The temple has been closed for two hundred years, but it is still difficult to deal with."
At this time, Qu Huanbo, a drunkard on the side, swallowed the wine and smiled: "Closing the temple?"
"For other sects, closing the temple and not coming out means cutting off resources, not to mention withdrawing from the "Zhou Tianbang"."
"Without the blessing of the stars and luck, it would be difficult for the sect to maintain itself."
"But the Killing Temple is different. They have the resources of the 300-mile Killing Forest to back them up."
"Behind closed doors, our childhood is still beautiful."
"Hey, if you ask me, they might be stronger than before."
Hou Xiaoyi nodded secretly, but he already believed it in his heart.
…
Sutra Pavilion and Enlightenment Room.
The fifth day of retreat.
He had no idea what was going on outside.
In the Dojo of the Ten Directions, many scriptures shine brightly.
There are many scriptures that have absorbed the Taoist texts of the Grand View Sutra.
The Mingwu lamp directly turned into golden flames and floated in mid-air.
This shows that the scriptures have turned into a worldly perception and become the light of the Taoist heart.
One lamp, two lamps, three lamps...
More and more scriptures turned into light.
Until the lamp of enlightenment of all one hundred and twenty-one scriptures.
All turned into fire.
Suddenly, a shining golden 'swastika' appeared on the "Grand View Sutra" in the center of the Shifang Dojo.
After the character ‘卍’ flew out, it gradually became larger.
It seems to cover the entire Shifang Dojo.
The light of enlightenment from the One Hundred and Twenty One Sutras condenses into a ball.
Fly directly into the 'swastika' character in mid-air.
The flames are blazing, and the fire is soaring into the sky.
It seemed as if the entire Shifang Dojo was going to melt.
I don't know how long it took.
Suddenly a bell rang in the Shifang Dojo.
Sanskrit sounds surround my ears.
Rays of golden light shone everywhere.
At this moment, the character ‘卍’ in the sky suddenly divided into five parts.
They occupy five directions respectively and turn into five shapes.
It occupied his entire mind.
…
Sanbao Zen Temple.
Martial Arts Arena.
In the field, everyone except Li Ge and He Cangwu were still fighting together.
Many monks started to make noise again.
"Wuna Bald Donkey, hand over Li Chen!"
"Reject the killing temple and love nature."
"Kill the red lotus, and the virtuous will live there."
"What a killing red lotus! This lotus is the blazing red lotus inherited by my sect!"