Chapter 257: Qingxiazi, the old monk asks you to be a celestial immortal
swish swish...
Following the sound of careful footsteps, an old monk with all white eyebrows and a dozen young monks appeared on the mountain path of Zhongnan Mountain.
The old monk headed by him turned his head and looked behind him...
In the quiet night, there was a fierce battle sound coming from the direction of Chang'an. The banging and booming sounds were very clear. Even the old monk could hear someone's voice among these booming sounds.
"Namo Miaoguang Bodhisattva!"
The old monk clasped his hands together and bowed slightly in the direction of Chang'an.
"If the old monk can return to the rooftop this time, he will not forget your contribution to the great monk Jizang..."
Before he finished speaking, he heard a plain voice asking.
"Then how are you going to repay Ji Zang, Monk Zhixi? Is it to help him find a suitable stupa?"
The sudden words startled the old monk. When he turned his head in surprise, he discovered that there was an old Taoist priest with silver hair standing on a tree stump on the roadside in front of them.
He was holding a steaming tea cup in his hand, looking up at the moon in the sky, with a very leisurely expression on his face, as if he was admiring the moon.
"Qingxiazi!"
When he saw this old Taoist priest, the old monk screamed in surprise.
"How will you be here……"
"Isn't it obvious..."
The old Taoist priest turned his face to look at the old monk and answered casually.
"Old Taoist, I am now the Taishi Ling. Since the current saint has decreed that I assist Fu Yi in doing things, I can't shirk it, don't you think?"
"Fu Yi?"
The old monk shook his head suddenly, with a look of disbelief on his face.
"He is determined not to discover the old monk's hands and feet, and he is also determined not to intercept the old monk right here..."
"hehe……"
Before the old Taoist priest could speak, a sneer came from behind the old Taoist priest, and then an extraordinary and handsome Taoist priest in white walked out with his hands behind his back.
"Master Zhixi, do you really feel that you have revealed that you brought a large number of gold beads, secretly hid in Qinglongfang to make wooden relics, and stole all the gold beads and treasures?
, the matter of escaping the golden cicada with the magic weapon..."
The Taoist priest in white looked at the old monk with a joking expression on his face.
"...You can hide all this from Fu Lingyin... He, tui!"
The Taoist priest in white spit on the ground and said with reverence.
"Let me tell you, poor Taoist, Fu Lingyin is a scholar of heaven and man, and has clever calculations. Your every move has long been caught in his eyes."
As he spoke, the Taoist priest in white raised his hand and began to break his fingers one by one.
"For example, the captain of the garrison in Furong Garden is a disciple of Monk Faya. Or, for the past ten days, you have been secretly hiding in the underground secret room of Furong Garden to make wooden relics. Or, before you set off, you specially invited
We have come together with Monk Jizang just to make Monk Jizang take the blame for you...Fu Lingyin knows it as clearly as if you were looking at the lines on the palm of your hand."
As the Taoist priest in white revealed the truth one by one, Monk Zhixi's face became more and more ugly.
That's right, the reason why he delayed setting off for so long was to re-seal those magical artifacts, and then make a wooden relic that could seal the breath of the magical artifacts. Finally, he used Yan Zun Xiancha and Monk Jizang to attract attention so that the golden cicada could escape its shell.
"impossible!"
Although Monk Zhixi was a little flustered, he still spoke calmly.
"Since Fu Yi knows my plan, why did he go to intercept Ji Zang..."
"Old monk, your brain is really not working well. You really deserve this title."
The Taoist priest in white looked at Monk Zhixi with contempt.
"Have you never thought that for Fu Lingyin, which is more important is your magic weapon or the treasures?"
Monk Zhixi felt like he was struck by lightning again.
Yes, he does know how valuable these magic weapons are, but for Fu Yi, these magic weapons are completely useless to him. Of course, he will give priority to intercepting those gold and pearl treasures!
"alright……"
The old Taoist priest sitting on the tree stump picked up the tea cup and took a sip.
"Zhixi, it's not easy for your Fa Hua Sect to cultivate an Arhat. If you leave these magical weapons you brought with me and give them to the Taoist, I will let you go!"
Monk Zhixi slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly whispered a Buddhist chant.
"Namo Miaoguang Bodhisattva!"
When he opened his eyes again, a determined look appeared on his face.
"Sorry, since the old monk has committed himself to Buddhism, it is naturally impossible for him to watch these Buddhist instruments fall into the hands of Taoist priests..."
Before he finished speaking, his body quickly rushed towards the white-clothed Taoist priest in front of him,
"This little Tan Yue is destined to be a Buddhist, so why not follow the old monk and take refuge in the Three Jewels?"
In fact, when he saw Qingxiazi appear, Monk Zhixi had already made a judgment in his mind.
Of course, it is impossible to beat him. In fact, let alone an Arhat who has just achieved greatness, even if he is the current highest combat power of the Fahua Sect, his master, the Venerable Nanyue, has already reached the status of Bodhisattva.
In a one-on-one situation, it was hard to say whether Huisi could beat the real person in front of him who was not even an earthly immortal.
The other party's reputation as 'the number one killer in the Taoist sect' is definitely not a high hat given by his peers.
So the only thing he can do now is to see if he can catch the young Taoist priest in white as a hostage before Qingxiazi takes action, and force the other party to make concessions!
At this moment, a faint sigh suddenly came to Monk Zhixi's ears.
"well……"
Then Monk Zhixi saw Qingxiazi raise her hand and tap him lightly in the air.
boom!
An irresistible force hit his body, causing him to roll backwards as he rushed in front of the little Taoist priest in white, and a mouthful of blood mist spurted out from his mouth.
There was despair in Monk Zhixi's eyes...
He knew that Qingxiazi was very strong, but when he really started to take action, he realized that the opponent's strength could no longer be simply described with the word "very".
It was like facing a high mountain and a vast ocean, making one feel as weak as the whole body.
While his body was still in the air, Monk Zhixi suddenly used all his strength and let out a loud shout.
"Disciples quickly leave on their own and return to the rooftop with their magic weapons!"
After hearing his words, the monks carrying magical weapons on their backs immediately dispersed in all directions without hesitation.
boom!
Monk Zhixi displayed a large font inlaid on the mountain wall next to him, and a blood-red color appeared in the corner of his mouth.
"Ahem..."
Monk Zhixi struggled and jumped down from the mountain wall, wiped the corners of his mouth with his hand, and said to Qingxiazi who was still sitting on the tree stump with a leisurely expression.
"Surely, a master like you, wouldn't you lower yourself to arrest the old monk's disciples?"
"Oh, do I have any other identity?"
Qingxiazi held the teacup and looked at Monk Zhixi calmly.
"How come I don't know about this..."
Upon hearing Qingxiazi's words, Monk Zhixi's heart suddenly sank.
If Qingxiazi really puts down his dignity and takes action personally, it is really impossible for the disciples and grandsons he brought out to escape the other party's pursuit.
"But the old man is old and doesn't like to move..."
Qingxiazi opened her mouth and yawned lazily.
"Qingwei, I'll leave this matter to you."
"yes!"
The Taoist priest in white bowed slightly and bowed his head to Qingxiazi.
"Pindao, let's go right away..."
As he said that, he smiled at Monk Zhixi, jumped up, and chased after the departing figure of one of the monks like a shooting star.
"Well, since Zhixi you don't want to keep the magic weapon, then let me keep you."
After the Taoist priest in white left, Qingxiazi held the teacup and returned to looking up at the moon again.
"Whether it's people or things, you have to bring something back with you, right?"
"Back to Chang'an?"
Monk Zhixi looked at Qingxiazi, his face became calm.
"Why did the old monk go back? Do you want to be like the two nephews Faya and Yifan, and die in an unknown way?"
As he spoke, Monk Zhixi clasped his hands together and softly recited a Buddhist chant.
"Namo Miaoguang Bodhisattva! Master Qingxia, the old monk is going to offend..."
"Huh?"
After hearing what Monk Zhixi said, Qingxiazi raised her head in surprise, as if the monk had suddenly transformed.
"You actually want to take action against Lao Dao. Do you want to go to Western Paradise in advance?"
"I heard that the real person has gone through all the suffering and can become an earthly immortal at any time. Now it is just because the Neidan sect has no successor, so it is suppressing it forcefully..."
Monk Zhixi looked at Qingxiazi and suddenly changed the topic.
"I wonder if this statement is true or false?"
"oh?"
Qingxiazi looked at him with some interest in her eyes.
"How is it true? How is it false?"
"Of course, nothing will happen if it's fake, but if it's true..."
As soon as Monk Zhixi clenched his fist, the cassock on his body moved automatically without any wind, and layers of shimmering Sanskrit characters began to light up on his cassock.
"The old monk wants to try it today. Please ask the real person to become an earthly immortal and transcend the three realms!"
"Hahaha……"
Qingxiazi suddenly laughed loudly.
"Please ask the old Taoist to become an Earth Immortal. The young monk really dares to think about it."
With that said, Qingxiazi put down the tea cup in her hand and waved to Monk Zhixi.
"Come, let me see how you can send me to the throne of Earth Immortal."
Whoosh!
Monk Zhixi put his hands together and quickly formed mudra. Looking from a distance, his hands seemed like lotus flowers in full bloom.
"Holy Lord of Destiny, Samantabhadra Vajrapani, subdues everything..."
Then, Monk Zhixi put his hands behind his back, with his right hand facing up and his left hand facing down, with the backs of the hands facing each other, the little fingers of both hands facing away from each other, the index fingers of both hands standing upright, and turning his hands to the left.
"Please win over the Third Ming King!"
As he spoke, the cassock on his body flashed with light, and a four-sided, six-armed, terrifying statue of a god with flames burning around him enveloped his body. Monk Zhixi's momentum also began to rise.
"Qingxiazi..."
After summoning the Dharma of King Sheng III of Ming Dynasty, the voice of Monk Zhixi seemed to have turned into four voices stacked on top of each other, which was very strange.
"Step out of the sea of suffering, gain great freedom, and become an immortal!"
Following the words, Monk Zhixi formed a seal with his hands and clapped his palm. A transparent palm print flew out of his hand and smacked it towards Qingxiazi.
As the palm prints were taken, various Sanskrit chants rang out inexplicably in the air. Coupled with the substantial flames around Monk Zhixi, compared with the lonely Qingxiazi, it was really powerful, and the visual and auditory effects directly
Full.
Qingxiazi sighed silently.
"Did you think it was some new trick? It turns out it's still this!"