Li Yu stared at Qiu Ji, and his eyes quickly drifted away from him.
He said nonchalantly: "What I did was the emperor's order, and I was ordered to accompany Mr. Lin on his mission to Soochow. The mission was attacked by Mingjiao on the way, and Mr. Lin was killed by Mingjiao rebels. I was forced to take over Mr. Lin's position and hold the position.
A visit to Wu."
"Now this monk has come all the way to the Song Dynasty and opened his mouth to criticize the monarch of this dynasty. The Dharma Body of the Golden Cicada Tathagata has a total of ninety-nine and eighty-one pieces. Soochow has collected eighty pieces, and from our Song Dynasty
I'm going to get the last piece, but you kept silent, are you trying to deceive me, the Song Dynasty?"
The people present were all Taoist priests, and after these words, they all took a step forward and shared the same hatred.
Lin Lingsu pinched his beard with a smile. Sure enough, he thought correctly. This kind of quarrel had to be dealt with by this kid.
As soon as Li Yu saw Ji Ji opening his mouth to defend himself, he blocked him back when he was about to speak, and said loudly: "Daxiangguo Temple colluded with the Ming Cult in an attempt to rebel, and you openly intercepted and killed my envoy for the Ming Cult.
Zhang Mu. Huh, although Chang'an is strong, can it really be compared to Bianliang's two million forbidden troops, unable to withstand a battle?"
Lin Lingsu smiled from the bottom of her heart. He looked at Qiuji and thought to himself, "What's wrong with you comparing with him?"
Back then, this guy was very angry and slapped the Daxiangguo Temple with three hats. He raised the New Xiangguo Temple to the top of the Daxiangguo Temple and made the public reputation overwhelming. He was a true hating master.
He looked at Li Yu, who looked indignant, and said through a message: That's enough, don't really provoke hostility between the two countries.
Li Yu sent a message angrily: Let me come out to support you, why don't you drag you into the water? You really made me anxious, I will drag the whole world into the water.
Lin Lingsu swallowed her saliva after being rebuked. She couldn't think of anything to say to retort, so she could only say angrily: "Then you go on, I'll sweep the formation for you. Don't worry, he can't beat me."
This sentence was like a reassurance, more effective than anything else, and Li Yu suddenly felt energetic.
He put his hands behind his back and said with a righteous look: "When you were preaching today at the forum of Master Yuanmiao, you came to stir up trouble and provoke conflict between Buddhism and Taoism, which really caused a fight between the two religions. You should take responsibility for it."
Can you afford it?”
Qiuji snorted coldly and was about to start to defend. Before he could speak, the other side started again.
"In the Six Dynasties, Taoism and Buddhism had hundreds of millions of followers. If they really fought, blood would flow like rivers, and innocent people would suffer. This is all thanks to you."
Have you ever seen such a person before? Generally speaking, experts have grace and magnanimity. When debating, they will leave enough time for the other party. I will talk after you finish, and you will talk after I finish, so that the world can distinguish between superior and inferior.
The little man in front of me has a mouth like a whack-a-mole stick. Every time he wants to speak, he takes over the words. When he listens, he is slow and leisurely.
Piao Ji had a very high opinion of himself, but he couldn't bear to talk to him. If everyone talked about their own things, wouldn't it be like a quarrel between village women?
But since he didn't speak, Li Yu no longer had this problem. It became a one-sided scolding by him, and Qi Ji was like a sinner being scolded.
"That's enough! You are so cunning and cunning, I should send you to the Western Heaven and let me, the Tathagata, condemn you."
Li Yu puffed up his chest and said, "I think you are the one who speaks arrogantly. You don't know the heights of the world. I will join forces with Senior Brother Yuanmiao to challenge all of you!"
What Qiuji brought this time were his disciples, a group of juniors.
Everyone present was a little ashamed. Li Yu wanted to challenge someone to a duel, and he even brought Lin Lingsu with him. He was so shameless.
At this level of fighting, he has Lin Lingsu with him, which is equivalent to a tenfold increase in his own strength. On the other side, he has a group of disciples and disciples, which is equivalent to an extra burden.
There was only one person at the scene who couldn't see it. He thought Li Yu was a hero enough and wanted two people to beat up a group of others. He waved his arms to stand up for Li Yu and said, "Master monk, do you dare!"
Li Yu lowered his head and saw that the person in the audience who was helping to call the number was Xiao Diji Zhao Fujin, and he couldn't help but smile at her.
The little Jinlian next to her looked at her with admiration.
At this time, Qiuji's expression calmed down and he said: "I have long heard that Master Yuanmiao has exquisite Taoism and is the number one person in the Lingzhuan Taoist sect in the world. Let me see if he is worthy of his name."
After he finished speaking, he was not polite. He put his hands together and muttered something in his mouth. After the Sanskrit sounds, two huge golden statues of Arhats appeared.
Lin Lingsu sneered, pointed with one hand, and from each peak of Yuanmiao Mountain, countless swords flew out, forming the force of ten thousand swords, turning into a flying sword wheel, slashing at the golden body of the Arhat.
The Arhat faced the sword wheel, and the sword wheel shot out light, shattering one of the swords. The other sword took advantage of the situation and merged its palms, clamping the sword. The swords were broken one after another, and they could no longer form a formation.
Looking at the base standing on the lotus, with its majestic appearance, he recited the mantra again, "All dharma will be destroyed!"
The remaining Arhat, with his hands clasped together, stood on the clouds, his eyes suddenly opened, and golden light shot out.
Lin Lingsu flicked the fly whisk, and the sword wheels gathered in the air again, causing bursts of thunder from the sky, rolling like a dragon's roar.
Guiji himself was shining with golden light, but suddenly disappeared and turned into an ordinary monk. The same was true for the golden body of Arhat in the sky.
The rolling thunder struck the Arhat and disappeared quickly without leaving any scars.
Lin Lingsu was startled for a moment, then smiled and said: "No wonder you dare to come to Yuanmiao Mountain to cause trouble. It turns out you got this treasure."
Li Yu also saw it. He was wearing a cassock and asked in a low voice: "What's the background?"
Lin Lingsu looked solemn and said: "Jinyi cassock."
"Can you still fight now?"
"Try it."
After he finished speaking, he suddenly felt that his spiritual energy surged all over his body. He saw Li Yu pinching a seal with his fingers, a circle of tokens around his body, and applying a multicolored light array to himself.
For a moment, Lin Lingsu even felt that she had been ascending for many years.
It becomes more and more difficult to cultivate immortality later on. When you reach Lin Lingsu's level, every small step forward is a huge gap.
Lin Lingsu's cultivation speed was extremely fast when he first started practicing. Over the years, it has been difficult for him to improve further, but at this moment, he felt that his strength had skyrocketed.
"Qiuji! Don't you want to experience the Taoism of Lingzhuan Sect? I will help you."
After Lin Lingsu finished speaking, she threw her whisk into the sky, pointed her finger at the sky, and drew an obscure pattern in the air with her two fingers together.
"The guards of the three realms are welcomed by the five emperors. All gods pay tribute and control the thunder."
After a purple thunder in the sky, Lin Lingsu's body was wrapped with lightning, and lightning shot out of his eyes.
With every movement of his hands and feet, he controls thunder and lightning like his arms.
Countless thunder and lightning fell around him, turning into his power.
In the face of this huge power of heaven, even if he is wearing a brocade cassock, he will feel uneasy.
He chanted faster and more urgently, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his fingers trembled slightly.
