The nine-story demon tower appeared in the Buddhist holy land, and the demonic aura soared into the sky, directly covering the bright sun.
The earth was suddenly shrouded in haze.
The sea of shining bald heads was also eclipsed, and everyone was surprised.
It is hard to accept that there is really a nine-story demon tower hidden under the golden Buddha statue.
The Great Buddha Temple is a holy place in the hearts of monks all over the world, but now there is a demon tower hidden in the holy place, so Master Wu Chan must give an explanation.
The monk saw the demon pagoda being carried out by the Taoist priests. After a moment of confusion, he came up with a new excuse: "Sure enough, the demon Taoist destroyed the golden Buddha statue in our Great Buddha Temple, and also imagined that the demon pagoda polluted the pure land of Buddhism. Buddhists in the world, also
If you don’t take action, how long will it take?”
Su Fei didn't expect that Monk Wuchan, who had such a high status, would actually play a little trick.
He sneered and said, "Don't believe the words of the demon monk. I came from Taoyuan County not to see the bald head, but because I couldn't bear to see the holy land of Buddhism in the world being manipulated by the demon monk."
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"Empty words," Master Wu Chan became anxious and shouted angrily, "Exceed him again."
Facing the nine-story demon pagoda, many eminent monks from the Great Buddhist Temple were puzzled and did not move the magic weapons in their hands.
Su Fei had already practiced his speech many times before today, and also wrote a special manuscript and revised it repeatedly. He considered every word for a long time.
We even simulated various situations in advance for the scenes we faced.
So he didn't care about Wu Chan's quibbles.
"I don't know if Wu Chan is the host, but do you still remember the host brother at Daming Lake... in the Great Buddha Temple?" Su Fei said: "Then the former host was suppressed in the demon tower, right?"
"I don't know what you are talking about, poor monk." Wu Chan saw that the matter was about to be exposed, so he slapped the Taoist priest directly: "Western Buddha's Hand."
The golden illusory big palm, carrying the cold palm wind, whizzed towards the Taoist priest.
The nearby monks jumped away from the spot in order to avoid being injured because the Buddha's palm was too domineering.
The Buddha's Hand in the West is a unique skill of the Great Buddha Temple. Practitioners all over the world know it. Monks often use this trick to save destined demons.
But the golden Buddha's palm seemed a little strange. The golden light was mixed with black energy. The Buddha's hand was also different from the legendary round fleshy palm. It was a little dry and shaped like a skeleton.
Everyone thought that the Taoist priest was about to die at his hands.
Even if the sword that struck the Buddha statue just now was powerful enough, it was only an attack and did not represent defense.
Now that the head of the Great Buddha Temple has taken advantage of him, the killing move is already in front of him, and there is no way to avoid it.
As for whether the former host is suppressed in the Demon Tower, it is difficult to tell whether it is true or false.
It is said that the former abbot of the Great Buddha Temple disappeared because he went to the Demon Land to subdue demons. Today, he is said to have been trapped in the Demon Pagoda by Monk Wu Chan, which is really hard to believe.
Su Fei could sense the power of Wu Chan Buddha's Palm. It was strong, but it was far inferior to his own palm technique that fell from the sky.
He punched himself in the back.
This scene shocked all the monks. They thought that the Taoist priest had panicked and had reversed the direction of his attack.
What they don't know is that Su Fei's palm move must be done in reverse. If you want the palm move to fall from the sky, you need to slap it towards the sky. If you want the palm move to hit from the ground to the sky, then you have to stand upside down and hit the ground.
shoot.
In the same way, if you want your palm to strike forward, you must strike backward.
Look, an illusory hand appears in the form of the Buddha's Hand in the West, which is ten times the size. It's like a goshawk attacking a chicken and devouring it in an instant.
The majestic palm power made people dare not touch him head-on. Monk Wuchan, after all, had profound cultivation, so he jumped into the sky and avoided it.
The building behind him suddenly collapsed.
"It messed up the Buddhist ceremony and demolished my Buddhist temple. I will report this matter to Longchuan City," Wu Chan hovered in the air and said angrily: "The Great Buddha Temple is an important place for the great Buddhist temple, and the court has always attached great importance to it."
"Look, he's anxious." Su Fei raised his head and looked at Wu Chan: "He started to change the topic. That's a sign of guilty conscience."
Countless monks also noticed that Wu Chan's Western Buddha's Hand just now was indeed not authentic enough and had some evil qualities.
Su Fei didn't wait for Wu Chan to say anything else, nor did he wait for the other party to do anything else.
Directly swing the sword to kill the demon tower.
The strong demonic aura of the nine-story demonic tower fluctuates due to the sword aura. The various skeletal magic weapons hanging on the tower body gather into a large skull with a big black mouth, threatening everything around it.
However, the next moment, the demonic energy was cut open by the transcendent sword energy, and the big skull disappeared before it could exert its terrifying power.
"Eh~"
Many monks in Jinguang Square took a breath of cold air.
Before the sword energy stopped, it cut off the upper level of the demon tower behind, causing a sound like howling ghosts and wolves.
"Huh?"
Many monks were puzzled because they discovered that the dazzling sword energy could turn around and come back to cut off the second layer.
Repeat this until the nine-story demon tower is divided into nine parts.
Endless demons and ghosts flew out from the tower.
There was only an explosion sound, and the cunning sword energy that could turn suddenly spread out, driving away all the demons.
"Eh~"
The monks took another deep breath.
The nine-story demon tower was destroyed, and the dust settled as the demons dispersed.
I saw a monk who looked a bit older but fair and fat, walking out of the demon tower, coughing and using his big sleeves to disperse the nearby dust.
Then, he looked at the monks blankly.
The evil spirit has dissipated, the dark clouds above our heads have also dispersed, and the sun shines on the world again.
The endless head is another dazzling ocean.
That made the fat monk unable to open his eyes.
After all, after being in the dark for too long, it was indeed a little uncomfortable to suddenly see the bright light.
"Wu Ming is in charge?"
Even though the fat monk disappeared for a while, some people still recognized him.
After all, the image is really different.
Su Fei thought there was a mistake. The monk had been trapped under the demon tower for more than sixty years. Not to mention how miserable he was, at least he looked emaciated.
However, that is the former host Wu Ming. Believe it or not, he is right there.
Monk Wu Ming adapted to the light, and when he saw Wu Chan, he immediately said angrily: "Amitabha, my junior brother mistakenly fell into the demon path and forced me into the nine-story demon pagoda. Do you know that you are wrong?"
The eminent monks of the Great Buddha Temple and the monks present were shocked when they heard that the truth of the matter was exactly as the Taoist said.
Thinking again about all the powerful and talented monks in the Great Buddha Temple who were driven away from the holy land, I couldn't help but feel scared.
"What is right and what is wrong?" Wu Chan said, "How does Senior Brother know that I am wrong?"
"It was wrong for you to write the forbidden book of the Evil Buddha, the Thousand-Character Sutra of Resentful Souls," Wu Ming Fanyin said: "Who did you succeed in writing that sutra? How many words did you write? Why did you write it?"
When the question came out, the monks who knew the Thousand-Character Sutra of Resentful Souls were immediately furious. They knew that this Thousand-Character Sutra was written with the lives of countless people.
"Senior brother knowingly asked questions and wrote the Thousand-Character Sutra of Resentful Souls. Of course, it was for the sake of longevity. Otherwise, how could he live as long as the Buddha?" Wu Chan became calmer: "From whom I got the broken copy, I can't say, but senior brother wants to know what I wrote."
I will let everyone see how many words it contains."
Wu Chan lost his Buddhist aura and was shrouded in demonic aura, making him look more human than human.
There were eight demon monks all around, all flying to protect the Dharma.
The eight monks all looked evil, the giant ones were like elephants, the evil ones were like foxes, the violent ones were like apes, the swift ones were like mice...
The eight demons took out their musical instruments and played weird Buddhist music, which made people dizzy.
A bamboo slip flew out of Wu Chan's body and slowly unfolded in the air. The words dancing on it were like ferocious evil kings, trying to suck away the vitality of everyone present.
And this was originally what Wu Chan wanted to do, to ask the monks to donate magical weapons, and then spend seven or forty-nine days concentrating on an area where the formation had already been set up, and use this thing to kill everyone.
Only then can we complete the Thousand-Character Sutra of Resentful Souls. Just relying on the soul energy on the magic weapon is simply not enough.