The person who came here had an ordinary appearance, a face that could not be found in the crowd. There was no trace of him being the leader of a faction.
He wears a five-color robe, made of blue satin. From bottom to top, he uses colorful silk threads to embroider the seawater cliff, the lotus throne, the left and right symmetrical embroidery of golden double fish, the treasure cover, and the colorful cloud patterns decorated with red bats,**,
Seahorse, Ruyi, coral and other miscellaneous treasure patterns.
One corner of the chest is decorated with flat gold embroidered Ruyi cloud heads and multi-colored embroidered Buddha statues and lotus flowers. The opposite corner is on the back, and the other two opposite corners are on the left and right shoulders. The left and right corners are decorated with bright yellow silk tassels, and the front and back are decorated with gold-plated copper.
bell.
On his head is a five-bone skull crown, which is like a variant of the Five Wisdom Crown. The whole crown is made of gold, agate, and ruby, but the five small skulls are more prominent.
This thing is usually worn when holding large-scale ritual activities or by high-status monks. I wonder which one of the heads of the ancestral branch of Bufa Temple in Shangyang City has it, or all of them?
"Impossible, you're not going to attend Bufa Temple..." The leader, who wanted to kill everyone present with one palm, opened his eyes wide and looked in disbelief.
Before he finished speaking, Wang Bo waved his hand and interrupted.
"Yes, I did go to the plateau. However, I went there to be promoted to the position of protector. The master may not be able to rush back to Shangyang City in a short time. However, protector is different."
"Pfft--" The leader heard this and was in disbelief. He seemed to have been hit hard, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. His whole body immediately became sluggish, and the aura of death spread.
He is already determined to die.
Originally, I was a mage, and with some means, I might not be able to escape from the hands of a guru who was only one level higher. Unfortunately, facing a protector, I would definitely die.
"Haha, my family has long wanted to clean it up. People from all the major factions in the city just put the yellow prayer wheels in the Buddhist exhibition hall, and you took advantage of them one after another.
In addition, this is the sixth time that I have taken action. The people in front of me were captured or killed, and a total of twelve waves, close to two hundred people, were caught. I think you three waves should be the last bugs.
Having said that, among the fifteen waves of people, only you three waves are the strongest and have caused us the heaviest losses. You really shouldn’t be underestimated, you shouldn’t be underestimated.”
The old monk, who was pinching the magic seal with his hand, glanced at the exhibition venue that was blasting to the sky, and said with a bit of fear.
Don’t kill the monk: "..."
Co-author, the family branch of Bufa Temple in Shangyang City, has been playing tricks on me?
"Yes, we are just playing tricks on you."
Although the old monk has kind facial features and kind eyes, his white eyebrows are pulled down, giving him the air of an elder.
In fact, he has a really vicious mouth.
Monk Bu Kill was so angry that he trembled all over and wanted to go forward and chop him to death with two swords.
I thought it was a silent infiltration, but it turned out to be an infernal affair.
"Impossible! You are a mage and I am also a mage. Why can you confuse me with your handprints?"
In response, the old monk chuckled.
"Do you think that the secret spell on the glass is only for protection? Traitor of Baoguang Temple, no wonder the contemporary abbot Yuan Guang did not send monks to hunt you down.
You are just a reckless man who is not good at studying and only knows how to wield the sword. If I were Master Yuanguang, I would not waste my energy on you. If I have that time, it is better to read two more verses. "
Monk Busha was so angry that he hesitated to speak several times because he had no way to refute. After all, he was indeed being played with.
"Wang Bo, why do you think they can protect the golden prayer wheel? What if...if someone can really take it away!!" The leader of the second group of sneak attackers, who was sluggish, raised his head and looked directly at Bufa Temple. the head of the branch asked.
"Alas! Da Furukawa is a disciple of Buddhism, but do you really put your thoughts on Buddhist scriptures?" The man surnamed Wang sighed, why is it that one generation is not as good as the other?
"Let me give you some popular science about prayer wheels, prayer wheels. The key point is to spin. Prayer wheels, golden prayer wheels, no matter who has held them, its function is to turn prayer wheels.
The monk will put the scriptures with the six-character Great Ming Mantra written on it into the prayer tube and turn it by hand.
Each turn is equivalent to chanting a scripture and accumulating merit.
Therefore, what is really important is the six-character Great Ming Mantra in the sutra slips, not the prayer wheel itself. The golden prayer wheel does have incredible power, but without the six-character Great Ming Mantra, it is at best a good thing. of magic weapon.
As long as the six-syllable Great Ming Mantra is not lost, you can just find a prayer wheel and put in the original paper with the mantra written on it. It will still be that incredible prayer wheel."
"Hahahaha..." The leader laughed miserably. He was not willing to give in. He was really not willing to give in. Even if he really escaped, he still would not be able to get the golden prayer wheel with truly magical power.
The planning from start to finish turned out to be in vain, and the impact on people was beyond description.
As for not killing the monk, he was completely dumbfounded.
The kind-hearted old monk had a venomous tongue, and the man was so angry that he wanted to stab someone with a knife.
Now, I am lost in thought.
Is it not suitable for him to be a mercenary in the spiritual world? Instead, he should go back to the temple and recite scriptures.
Damn it, the outside world is full of flies and dogs.
With my own brains, there is no way I can defeat these evil-minded bastards!
"You understand the cause and effect clearly, can you die peacefully now?" The head of the ancestral branch of Bufa Temple asked the leader with a smile on his face.
"Peace? Damn it! You make me play around and stand aside to watch the joke. And you want me to die in peace? No way, even if I die, I still have to drag a few people behind me."
As soon as he finished speaking, his exposed skin was covered with dense black Sanskrit characters.
At the same time, a dark and gloomy energy condensed, and the whole person looked like an evil ghost crawling out of hell.
"not good!"
Seeing this, the old monk who was taking the phantom seal couldn't care less about maintaining his posture, turned around and ran away.
The non-killing monk who had been standing not far from the leader was a bit faster than the kind-faced and vicious old man.
"Chiliu——"
"boom!!"
The leader was torn into pieces, and thick black gas spewed from his body when it exploded.
The bright moon hanging high in the sky was even covered up for a time.
"Don't move, whoever moves will die!"
When the family suddenly started drinking, it was a pity that it was a little late.
Some people stopped in a hurry, but they couldn't resist the inertia, which made many people stagger before they stopped.
Then, nothing happened.
"call--"
When someone exhales, be thankful that nothing happened.
The next second, the terrifying side appeared.
Anyone whose family members yelled angrily to stop them from running, but failed to stop in time and took two more steps.
In full view of the public, he was suddenly broken into pieces of flesh.
"!!!"
"The invisible monk of Baoguang Temple has the ability to suppress objects in his body, which is similar to the wooden man game we used to play in kindergarten when we were children. Under his gaze, you must not take any action, otherwise you will be cut into pieces."
When everyone heard this, they suddenly realized.
It turns out that the other party and the monk Busha come from the same temple.
No wonder, no wonder those possessed by demons will obey other people's orders instead of killing.
It’s not just the reason for the money, because the two of you studied in the same school, it’s the relationship between fellow disciples and brothers.
"Informed!"
The unkillable monk turned his back to his senior brother and spoke word by word of the black energy produced after he blew himself up.
The black gloom slowly dissipated, revealing the bright moon hanging high in the sky and the land that was originally covered.
A black humanoid object stood firmly in place.
All over his body, there were only a bunch of blood-red eyes, looking up and down, left and right, at the living people present.
Take about three to five breaths and close again.
"Walk."
All the novices and monks fled in a hurry.
Wooden man, who has never played it?
.
Although it's not that your back is turned, opening and closing your eyes must correspond to turning your back.
But when they took steps forward, the black figure suddenly opened its blood-red eyes.
There were several stunned young men who were cut into pieces on the spot.
Some more experienced old people walked backwards and stayed away.
The moment he saw the black figure open his eyes, he immediately stopped moving and survived.
On the other side, He Mo, who had always chosen to lie down and pretend to be dead, was stunned.
He seems to have seen this thing many times!
"Gudong..."
Could it be?
He had a bad guess.
"Eh?"
There's something wrong with the golden prayer wheel next to my head!
Wait a minute, it's not the prayer wheel that's the problem, it's the vague Buddha residing in his mind.
An inexplicable connection connects with the golden prayer wheel.
"Om!"
"Well!"
"Woolen cloth!"
"Ba!"
"Mi!"
"Hum!"
The next moment, a string of Sanskrit words appeared in my mind.
【ζξψψゆ?】.
"???"
No, what's the use of suddenly giving me a six-character mantra and Sanskrit.
The golden prayer wheel next to his head lost all color and turned from gold into an old and dilapidated object.
It seems that teaching the Six-Word Great Ming Mantra has exhausted all the strange power.
He lay there from beginning to end without getting involved in a bunch of messy things.
Outside the car wreckage, there was a mess.
The six sword-wielding monks left behind by the missing monk had long been determined to die.
When the leader left the suppressant and closed their eyes for the second time, they quickly killed the old monk.
"Grass!"
Seeing this, the poisonous monk cursed loudly.
What hatred, what resentment.
Why are you staring at me?
He didn't dare to neglect. When he secretly used the phantom seal to trick everyone, he saw with his own eyes how powerful the sword-wielding monks were.
The two brats from Langshan Temple, giants transformed by the mantra of Vajrapani Bodhisattva, were beaten to the point where they were unable to fight back.
My old arms and legs can't stand the torture.
"Hey!"
The Phantom Seal reappeared, and a mysterious power came over, covering up all six monks who had been killed in an instant.
The dark suppressed object opened his eyes for the second time.
The six warrior monks did not stop, so they all suffered a tragedy.
On the way to attack, it was broken into pieces bit by bit.
"Pah!"
The old monk looked at the pieces of meat at his feet, his eyes twitching.
After the suppressant finished killing everyone, he seemed satisfied and closed his eyes again.
"call--"
What a risk, finally relieved of the danger of death.
He is old.
There are times when you can do nothing without taking action. Every time you activate the power in your body, it is a suicidal act.
"Kong Wen, can you still hold on?"
Wang Bo asked in a serious tone. The old monk did not speak and just nodded.
"The Six-Character Great Ming Mantra."
"good."
"Om(ong)ma(ni)ba(bi)mi(i)hum(hong)!"
The mantra has magical power, but I can't see the monk's suppressor. I want to open my eyes, but I am suppressed by a magical force.
He could only struggle with all his strength, trying desperately to open his eyes and kill someone.
"Om Mani Padme Hum."
"Om Mani Padme Hum."
"Om Mani Padme Hum."
The old monk kept repeating the six-character mantra, and dense cold sweat quickly appeared on his forehead.
And, similar to not
Before the monk blew himself up, black Sanskrit characters were looming.
Wang Bo quickly walked to the suppressor and took out a bone bowl from under the five-color robe.
The name of this bowl is: Gabala Bowl.
It is made from the skull of an accomplished monk and decorated with crystal, gold, agate, and jade. It is also one of the important instruments in the initiation ceremony.
He gently placed the bowl in front of the object and took out a water bag from under his cassock.
After opening, pour it into the Gabala bowl.
A unique, intoxicating aroma fills the air.
When people around me smell it, they all show ecstasy expressions.
The blood-red liquid flowed out of the water bag and about one-third fell into the bowl. Wang Bo stopped.
"stop!"
The poisonous old monk thought it was over and stopped reciting the six-character Great Ming Mantra.
At the same time, Zhenwu, who had not seen the monk, opened his eyes.
His scarlet eyes stared at the blood-red viscous liquid in Gabala's bowl for a moment.
The next moment, the entire shadow penetrated into it.
Immediately afterwards, there was a swallowing sound.
The red liquid in the bowl becomes less and less accompanied by the sound.
When it all disappeared, it was replaced by a black and thick liquid, and it was unclear whether it was a gas or a liquid.
"Click!"
A luxurious bowl cover inlaid with agate and precious stones is gently put down and fits perfectly with the Gabala bowl.
"call--"
Wang Bo breathed a sigh of relief, finally getting rid of the suppressant.
"Thank you for your hard work, Kong Wen. If I hadn't held the Dharma Protector Promotion Ceremony and traveled all the way, I would have consumed myself too much. I wouldn't have asked you to recite the six-character mantra to help me conquer this evil."
"You don't have to be like this when you are a family member. Everything is what I should do." The kind-hearted old monk changed his old-fashioned demeanor when faced with the person in charge of the ancestral branch of Bufa Temple.
Monk Busha, who had already fled Tiantian, looked at the two of them and let out a sigh.
The man named Wang turned around and said to the novices and monks around him.
"You clean..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw old monk Kong Wen behind him with a fierce look in his eyes.
He raised his right hand, aimed at the family member's waist, and took it out hard.
"puff--"
"rub!!"
When he succeeded, he quickly retreated backwards and put a large distance away from him.
"snort!"
Wang Bo, who had always been steady and fearless in the face of danger, felt a pain in his waist and couldn't help but groan.
He turned around and saw that Kong Wen was holding a bloody waist in his hand.
Take it raw!!
"you……"
Before he could finish speaking, the old monk chuckled, and the flesh and blood on his face changed, finally settling on a strange old face full of wrinkles.
"Great Elder?"
Liu Feng and Manduo were stunned at the same time, muttering to themselves.