Fang Zheng took two steps forward and said in a solemn voice: "The sea of suffering is boundless. Looking back is darkness. Let go of the hatred of slaughter and become a Buddha immediately. Donor from the East, don't commit any more sins."
Dongfang Bubai said: "Old monk, if you don't shed tears without seeing the coffin, I will kill a hundred of your disciples first."
"Build a demon-subduing formation!" Fang Zheng shouted hurriedly, not expecting him to fall out at once.
As soon as they finished speaking, everyone saw a red shadow flash past, and immediately several monks flew up and knocked down a group of them.
Before the formation was set up, Dongfang Bubai had already disrupted the steps.
"What a fast movement."
Fang Zheng was shocked and shouted angrily: "Young monk must have broken the precepts once!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the beads in his palms shot out.
Whoosh!
The beads shot at Dongfang Bubai, but passed straight through the red shadow.
This is the afterimage left in the sky by Dongfang Bubai's speed.
Fang Zheng raised his hand again and shot three beads in front of Dongfang Bubai.
Dongfang Bubai, however, seemed to be predicting the future, his figure suddenly stopped and he rushed towards the other direction.
"Ah..." "Pfft..."
There was a scream.
These Luohan Hall disciples did not fight back at all in the hands of Dongfang Bubai. Wherever the red shadow flashed, the monks flew away and fell in a large area.
"Retreat quickly."
Fang Zheng saw that the Dingzhu Demon-Subduing Magic was useless, so he rushed forward personally and slapped his palm forward. Suddenly, the shadow of his palm filled the sky, sealing off the entire space in front of him.
"Thousand-leaf Tathagata Palm."
Dongfang Bubai did not dodge or dodge, he turned over his hand and took out an embroidery needle and stabbed it forward.
The palm shadows all over the sky suddenly merged into one, and the needle tip pierced the palm shadow.
boom!
The shadow of the palm disappears.
Fang Zheng immediately closed his hands, put his palms together in front of his chest, and declared the Buddha's name: "Amitabha."
If you look carefully, you can see a small red dot on his palm, which has been stabbed by the Sunflower Sword Qi.
"The Yi Jin Jing is indeed extraordinary." Dongfang Bubai pulled Yang Lianting back a step and said slowly: "Old monk, do you want to hand it over or not."
When it comes to skill, Dongfang Bubai is naturally superior to Fang Zheng, but he has not yet reached the level where he regards Fang Zheng as nothing. Sunflower Treasure Book's victory lies in the word "kuai". If it is about skill alone, Dongfang Bubai will win.
Gotta get hurt too.
However, with the drag of Yang Lianting, Dongfang Bubai's speed was limited and unable to fully develop.
"Amitabha."
Fang Zheng recited the Buddha's name again and said: "Sin, sin, sin, Dongfang Donor, wait a moment, I will get it for the Donor."
"Okay." Dongfang Bubai said, "Thank you, Abbot."
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"It seems like there's a fight." Zheng Xie held the tea cup in his hands and played with it, secretly using the Zixia magic skill, and then heard the sound of fighting inside and outside, and couldn't help but chuckle, facing Fang Sheng, who was sitting opposite, silently reciting the scriptures.
Said: "Master, do you want to go and have a look?"
Fang Sheng said: "Amitabha, the presiding brother has his own opinions. Thank you very much for the donor's concern."
"Really?" Zheng Xie raised the corner of his mouth, looked at Fang Sheng, and said with a smile: "Buddha said that monks do not lie. Master, your Zen mind is confused!"
"Amitabha, sin, sin, sin," Fang Sheng thought.
Zheng Xie said: "Master won't go, but I want to see the excitement."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zheng Xie had already stepped outside the pavilion. When Fang Sheng stood up, Zheng Xie had already reached the end of the path.
Fang Sheng hurriedly chased after him.
Qu Feiyan and Liu Jing looked at each other, laughed, and followed them leisurely.
…
"Amitabha, Dongfang Donor, please take care of yourself." Fang Zheng handed a volume of book to Dongfang Bubai and said.
As soon as Zheng Xie arrived here, he saw this scene and said loudly: "Is Master Dongfang okay? Oh, I forgot, Mr. Dongfang is no longer the leader. Oh, Mr. Dongfang's title is also inappropriate."
"It's you." Dongfang Bubai's pupils narrowed and he said solemnly: "How are you doing?"
Zheng Xie said: "As the saying goes, those who have seen it have their share. The Yijin Jing is a Buddhist magical power to control temples. It has endless wonderful methods. Zheng also wants to broaden his horizons."
Dongfang Bubai said: "Vice-leader Zheng's martial arts is already the best in the world, why bother to flatter yourself and covet the Yi Jin Jing."
Zheng Xie shrugged and said: "If you don't have too many skills, who would think that you have too many martial arts secrets? You stole the Yi Jin Jing anyway, so it's not a pity to lose it."
The two of them were minding their own business discussing the whereabouts of the Yi Jin Jing, while the surrounding monks who were watching eagerly regarded it as decorations and ignored it as nothing.
Yang Lianting suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse, as if there was a hole in his lungs, and his tone was strange: "Master Zheng's request is not without compromise. When we finish reading, will we give the book to you?"
Feng Qingyang and Dongfang Bubai were the top players in the world, and their fight was astonishing. Although Dongfang Bubai tried his best to protect Yang Lianting, the aftermath and the energy that escaped during the fight had already caused Yang Lianting to suffer more injuries.
The lung pulse, which was finally connected, was injured again by the shock.
"That makes sense." Zheng Xie nodded and said grandly: "I'll give you time for a cup of tea, look!"
Yang Lianting was extremely angry, but he still endured it, took the Yi Jin Jing and started reading it.
Abbot Fang Zheng of Shaolin has good self-cultivation. While arranging for people to treat the injured disciples, he said: "Vice-leader Zheng, Donor of the East, please come to the Zen room to rest."
Dongfang Bubai said coldly: "No need."
Zheng Xie shrugged and didn't care.
"Sir, please sit down."
"Sir, drink tea."
Qu Feiyan got a stool from somewhere and moved it to the square in front of the palace. After Zheng She sat down, Liu Jing brought him tea.
No matter who looks at this look, they will have the urge to slap him.
Of course, Dongfang Bubai didn't dare to take action, and a group of monks even less dared to take action.
The language of Yi Jin Jing is very concise. It is the crystallization of Buddhist martial arts. It has only a few hundred words and can be read seven or eight times over a cup of tea.
Zheng Xie put the tea lid on, handed the teacup to Liu Jing, looked at Yang Lianting and said, "It's time."
At this moment, something unexpected happened.
"The man named Zheng wants the Yi Jin Jing, haha, I'm dreaming." Yang Lianting suddenly laughed ferociously and tore the Yi Jin Jing apart with a "chila" sound.
"Seeking death." Zheng Xie was furious. He originally wanted to let them go, but he didn't want the other party to do anything wrong. After reading it, he actually destroyed the scriptures.
He took action in anger and pointed out with one finger.
"Brother Lian, be careful."
Dongfang Bubai exclaimed and pulled Yang Lianting over the moment Zheng She took action.
A Yang finger flies across the sky, and the scorching air currents stir up the scalding hot wind, making people feel like they are sitting by a campfire.
One finger falls, and the other finger points out.
"Brother Lian, let's go!"
Dongfang Bubai held the embroidery needle and moved it a little closer to the void in front of him. At the same time, he picked up Yang Lianting, flew upside down like a thread, and floated out of the temple.
"Bang!"
The Qi energy exploded, and Dongfang Bubai's departure speed suddenly accelerated, crossing the temple wall like an arrow. When he was in the air, a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out, and by vomiting blood, the energy of Yiyangzhi was absorbed.
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"Want to run?"
Zheng Xie quickly chased after him.
At this time, his skill has been improved by another level compared to when he was at Blackwood Cliff. The Zixia Magic Skill has changed from a minor achievement to a Dacheng skill. Correspondingly, the speed when performing Qing Gong is even faster. In addition, Dongfang
Bubai wanted to take Yang Lianting with him, but Zheng Xie quickly caught up with him.
"You must kill everyone with the surname Zheng." Dongfang Bubai said.
"You can still live if you commit evil by God. You can't live if you commit suicide." Zheng Xie looked around and said: "This place has beautiful scenery and famous mountains and rivers. If it is your cemetery, you won't be wronged."
Dongfang Bubai said coldly: "Are you really going to fight to the death?"
Zheng Xie sneered and said: "If the fish dies, the net will break? Haha, the fish will die, but the net will not break!"
With a flash of silver light, Dongfang Bubai has taken the lead. The conflict has reached an irreconcilable level, leaving only life and death. Dongfang Bubai is not a hesitant person, and takes action immediately.
"Today I will let you see the most powerful state of Yi Yang Finger."
Zheng Xie was talking to himself, his index finger pointed out slowly and quickly, and a burst of energy suddenly came out.
Dongfang Bubai's scurrying figure suddenly stopped, he laughed miserably, the light in his eyes gradually dissipated, and murmured: "All conditioned dharmas are like bubbles in a dream, like dew or lightning, and should be viewed as such."
After speaking, Dongfang Bubai's body was fine, but his whole body fell slowly as if he had lost his soul.
Yang Lianting suddenly froze and shouted wildly: "Dongfang Bubai, aren't you invincible in the world? Get up quickly!"
Zheng Xie's ears twitched and he said, "You go too."
As soon as he pointed it out, Yang Lianting was killed and his voice stopped.
The sound of clothes being swept was heard.
Zheng She turned around and saw Fang Zheng. Qu Feiyan and Liu Jing rushed over. Seeing the two bodies lying on the ground, Fang Zheng put his hands together and said: "Namo Amitabha, sin, sin."
"The relationship is over. Master Fang Zheng, I also take my leave." Zheng Xie took the hands of the two women, nodded to Fang Zheng, and left with the two of them.
Soon after, other disciples from the Shaolin Temple came one after another to collect the bodies of Dongfang Bubai and Yang Lianting.
Fang Sheng looked at Dongfang Bubai's body and suddenly said, "Hey," he said, "Brother, look, there are no scars on Dongfang Bubai's body, and he did not die from internal injuries, but he has reached bliss. Why?"
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Fang Zheng looked at it, his expression changed slightly, as if he had thought of something, but he said: "Amitabha, the deceased are already dead, let's bury the two of them."
"yes."
Performing rituals and reciting sutras to save the dead are the monks' corresponding professions, so they are naturally very skilled in them.
