Chapter 162: Ingenious work, Martial Buddha strikes the fou!
Kachi kachi
In the courtyard of Kuhan Temple, Master Qingsong and Master Rouyu lowered their heads and silently nibbled on the steamed buns in their hands.
"Who is this?"
Master Qingsong secretly glanced at Chen Yimou, who was looking like a supervisor, and felt extremely angry.
Originally, everyone could just gather together and wait for the plot to change.
The program team prepared "Reminiscing about the Sad and Thinking about the Sweet", and the script did not require forceful eating. It was just an atmospheric prop to increase Fang Xiu's subconscious recognition of the reality of the world.
But Chen Yimou insisted on showing off, and even dragged him into eating it along with him!
"I am willing to sacrifice twenty years of my life in exchange for another heart attack by Chen Yimou!" Master Qingsong clenched his fist and swore.
"Ah ha ha ha, Donor Fang praised me so much. I am just a grain of sand for all living beings. I would like to be a step on the way to the paradise world for all living beings!"
Hanku Abbot Chen Yimou hung Buddha beads on his hands and laughed loudly.
As a senior director in the industry with extremely high artistic attainments, Chen Yimou's acting skills are no worse than those of professional actors, and his lines are even higher.
In just three to five minutes, he not only managed to strike up a conversation with Fang Xiu, and the conversation was lively, but he also set up the character of an eminent monk who cares about the country and the people, and I will go to hell.
I just held half of the steamed bun in my hand and never moved it again.
"Since the age of three, the poor monk has not eaten any meat, even eggs!" Chen Yimou said calmly.
"Master, the true Buddha nature is extraordinary!"
Fang Xiu nodded repeatedly.
I always feel that the great monk in front of me is a bit vain.
But looking at the unreliable monks around him, Fang Xiu felt that he might have thought too much.
"Thank you for being so quick, senior brother. Is this done?"
While they were talking, Xie Sanfeng also received the vegetarian meal, sat down next to Fang Xiu, and ate all the bran-skinned steamed buns in a few mouthfuls.
Fang Xiu was amazed when he saw it.
For those who practice martial arts, these things are not enough to add teeth.
"Ah San, you are still growing, eat more!"
Seeing the life-saving straw, Taoist Qingsong snatched most of Rouyu's steamed buns and gave them to Xie Sanfeng along with his own.
"Thank you Master!"
Xie Sanfeng didn't mind it either, so he took it and finished it in a few more bites. He touched his stomach, but he still had some unfinished thoughts.
"I have some demon pills here. If you don't mind, chew a few to moisten your throat!"
Fang Xiu took out a handful of Blood Linzhi Pills from his backpack and scattered two or three pills to several people around him.
The bran-skin steamed bun is really too astringent.
Xue Lin Zhi Dan, which is soft and waxy in the mouth, can relieve throat discomfort.
This thing can kill a thousand at a time.
It's probably not worth much money.
"Fang Xiu, it's not that I'm letting go of my prejudices, it's just that Wo Tou has a stuck throat!"
Master Qingsong smiled coldly, took the Xue Linzhi Pill, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed hard, not giving Chen Yimou a chance to wink at him.
Quan pretended not to have seen it!
Xue Lin Zhi Dan relaxes the muscles and activates blood circulation, nourishes the skin and moistens the lungs, nourishes yin and strengthens yang, and prolongs life.
After taking one mouthful, Qingsong Zhenren felt that his whole body was soothing and ecstatic.
It's really a pill after a meal, better than a living god.
"You still know how to hurt people!"
Master Rouyu also smiled softly, took the Zhidan, and swallowed it in one gulp.
What you eat is what you earn!
Chen Yimou?
I do not see it!
"Brother Fang, I don't want it anymore!"
Bai Ling'er waved her hand. She ate dozens of these yesterday and was really tired of it.
"Abbott, please take two pills too!"
Fang Xiu walked all the way to Chen Yimou. He wanted to give the enlightened monk a few more pills, but suddenly remembered that Chen Yimou did not eat meat, so he quickly took it back.
"Fang Xiu is reckless and forgets that Master doesn't even eat eggs!"
Fang Xiu apologized and gave the remaining pills to Xie Sanfeng.
"Ah hahaha, it doesn't matter!"
Chen Yimou waved his hands calmly, but his eyes seemed to be uncontrollable, staring at the demon pill in Xie Sanfeng's hand.
Why are my eyes filled with tears?
I just pity the lives of these elixir-producing Blood Kirin Bears!
One hundred million, two hundred million, three hundred million...
Are you afraid of indigestion?
"This thing..."
Xie Sanfeng took one and put it into his mouth. He frowned slightly and said with a bit of disgust: "The quality of this is not very high. It doesn't look like a pure-blooded Blood Lin Demon Bear. My father bought me a few bottles before, and the taste is better than this."
Much better, Brother Fang, where did you get this? Next time I will go with you, I know that the quality of the fat elixir produced by the magic bear is better!"
He threw the remaining few into his mouth and finished eating them like chewing jelly beans. Xie Sanfeng couldn't help but smack his lips and shake his head.
The taste is really bad!
Seventy million pieces, no more!
"puff"
Fang Xiu gave pills to everyone, and Chen Yimou could barely tolerate it, but looked at Xie Sanfeng with disgust on his face.
Chen Yimou felt that all the shamelessness in the world was concentrated on this stinky face.
Who is that?
Eat for free and be picky.
As the owner of half of the Blood Linzhi Pill, he is not willing to eat even one!
"Fuck"
Chen Yimou could no longer suppress his excitement. He spurted out a mouthful of blood, stood upright and fell backwards.
Because it was too sudden.
None of the powerful golden elixir, foundation building, and Qi practitioners present had time to get up.
After all, the popularity is so bad!
With a "Peng" sound, his head hit the ground heavily, and Chen Yimou didn't know whether he was alive or dead for an instant.
"Hurry, Abbot Hanku's old injury has relapsed!"
Among the monks, several staff members of the program team hurriedly stepped forward, picked up Chen Yimou with all their hands, and ran to the back of the main hall.
Director Chen Da came prepared, and the first aid cabin was already prepared for him.
It was originally intended to prevent Fang Xiu, but in the end he was angered by the rich second generation of Nine Stars!
Nothing is permanent!
"Abbot Hanku has a hidden injury?"
Fang Xiu was a little surprised.
Could it be because he was in a powerful place in Buddhism and invited people to take demon pills, which stimulated him?
Can't?
You're being reckless, so be careful next time.
"A few days ago, Abbot Hanku witnessed a tragic tragedy with his own eyes. Unfortunately, he was unable to stop it due to his identity and the overall situation, so he left behind his inner demons!"
Master Qingsong opened his mouth to explain, waved his fly whisk, and suddenly sang: "Infinite Heavenly Lord!"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
The next moment, a vision emerged.
The sky, which was originally calm with light wind and sparse stars, suddenly turned into dark clouds and a howling wind.
The dark green thick fog came from nowhere and hit from all directions, covering the entire sky in the blink of an eye.
Looking around, the space between the sky and the earth is completely occupied by thick dark green fog, as if the world has changed.
What's even more weird is that these dark green mist seem to be alive. Wherever it goes, a thin layer of green moss quickly grows on the ground, sweeping toward the Kuhan Temple.
Wherever it passes, weeds, boulders, dead trees, and everything else melt away.
A poor little beast ran out of the grass. It had no time to escape and was wrapped in thick fog. Its vitality disappeared in an instant. Its flesh and blood withered and turned into a mummy.
And when the green moss on the ground spread under the beast corpses and grew on the beast corpses, the mummies of the little beasts that had been deprived of their lives turned over and jumped up in an extremely weird posture.
The beast's eyes glowed with a faint green light, and its body stiffened and began to run, heading in the direction of Kuhan Temple.
The bones that had lost their moisture rubbed against each other, making an oozing sound.
Katcha kacha kacha.
I don’t know how there were so many beasts in the desolate wilderness. In an instant, thousands of green-eyed beast corpses rushed out of the green mist in groups, like a tide of beasts.
Under the dim green light of the green mist, the beast's eyes were dim and its sharp teeth were cold.
"It's the witches and wizards, they're coming!"
Someone among the monks exclaimed.
"Witches and sorcerers? Aren't they all killed?"
Fang Xiu was very surprised.
"Kill?"
Master Rouyu said in shock: "Fang Xiu, have you ever met them?"
"In the Keten Department..."
Fang Xiu nodded and briefly described the incident in which he and the sixteen warriors from the wilderness border explored the underground copper palace.
"I didn't expect you to destroy a Class B lair!"
Master Rouyu looked happy: "If this matter is reported back to the sect, you will definitely receive a generous reward from the sect!"
"Class B lair? You mean they have more than one lair!"
Fang Xiu was very surprised.
"The line of witchcraft and sorcerers originated from ancient times, and their methods are evil and bloody. Although the sects in the world try to eliminate them quickly, they can last for thousands of years. Its foundation is as deep as a copper cave!"
Master Rouyu shook his head and sighed: "According to the ancient records of the sect, they have a total of twenty-seven nests of levels A, B, and C!"
"There are so many of them. No wonder I think they are quite weak. It turns out they are only Class B!"
"If I meet a Class A..."
Fang Xiu looked solemn and couldn't help but feel afraid.
Master Qingsong: "..."
Master Rouyu: "..."
All military personnel: "..."
Xie Sanfeng: "Senior Brother Fang is right!"
"Buchhan Temple monks, set up the formation!"
While he was talking, the monks who were eating steamed buns in the Kuhan Temple courtyard all jumped up.
They dug deep into their chests with their right hands, took out a palm-sized red drum, and threw it into the sky.
The small drum swelled in the wind and instantly turned into a large drum with a radius of one meter.
The big drum landed on the ground, and the monks of Kuhan Temple took out two drum sticks from their waists and beat the drum surface at the same time.
Three hundred warrior monks, three hundred drums!
winter
There was a loud noise, thunder rolling, and the sound of Buddha filling the air.
An invisible wave of energy spread out, and the green mist sweeping around was instantly blocked.
winter winter winter
There were three loud bangs, one louder than the other.
The surging green mist was shaken by the sound of the drums and swayed slightly, as if there were signs of collapse. The body of the beast covered in green moss and controlled by the running figure also faltered slightly.
"It is one of the three major divine formations of the Vajra Demon-Suppressing Sect, the Wu Buddha Strikes the Fou!"
Taoist Qingsong exclaimed: "It is rumored that this formation requires 300 ascetic monks with strong vitality and at least 30 years of hard training before it can be completed. I didn't expect that Kuhan Temple can really pull it off!"
Xie Sanfeng nodded: "Buchan Temple is full of eminent monks. If someone dies in battle, I can take over!"
"ah!"
Rouyu's real person covered her red lips with her hands, her eyes sparkling.
Prominent family background, pure feelings!
It’s so worth it!
"O sleeping supreme god, grant me supreme power to allow the descendants of witchcraft to walk the earth again and harvest the souls of believers!"
A hoarse low moan suddenly drifted from the distance, like a ghost threatening death, making people shudder.
The green mist that was originally blocked suddenly became violent.
Hoo ho ho.
The green mist condensed violently, flying high into the sky, like a warrior accumulating strength, and crashing down heavily.
Thousands of beast corpses, baring their teeth and dancing their claws, rushed at them like souls.
"Roar!"
"ha!"
The three hundred warrior monks were fearless and looked solemn.
They tore off their monk's robes, revealing their muscular musculature.
Bronze skin, shiny and shiny.
Swing hard, beat hard!
As soon as the stick started dancing, it became ruthless, forgot about love, and risked its life.
The drum head vibrates.
It's like three hundred stones that were continuously knocked up by strong earthquakes.
Showers.
It's a rapid drumbeat.
whirlwind.
It is the afterimage of a wild dance, with flying tassels.
The bouncing steps match the rhythm of the drum beats.
Tong Ren explodes.
It's Hanabi's eyes.
The ripples of drum sound spread out one after another, like bursts of Buddha's voice, breaking through the fog of morning ghosts.
In an instant!
It's like there is a fiery morning sun.
Rising slowly in the Bitter Cold Temple,
Support a world.
The sound of beating drums actually formed a giant shield, covering the entire Kuhan Temple.
The place enveloped by the sound of drums instantly turned into a holy land.
Don't be afraid of monsters.
Boom boom boom
The dark green mist, seemingly invisible but actually tangible, endless, was also pressing towards the Kuhan Temple under the whisper of the witches.
Above the void, two forces collided with each other, fighting in a stalemate, with a shocking momentum!
No matter how the dark green mist condenses and slams down, it cannot break through the sound cover of the Buddhist drum.
The sounds of Buddha and drums blended together, and the golden light of the Great Sage could not expand further outwards.
"Yunlin suppresses the prison and condenses the sword!"
Fang Xiu waved his hand, and two hundred small swords instantly condensed, waiting for the opportunity to move.
"Fang Xiu, don't be impulsive!"
Master Rouyu hugged Fang Xiu's arm, with a nervous and excited expression: "The green mist outside is the refining of the foul air taken from the Nine Netherworld by the witches and wizards. It can contaminate people's magic weapons. Don't you want your sword?" "
"Dirty magic weapon?"
Fang Xiu was slightly startled.
yes.
His spiritual power level is higher than that of this world.
But it doesn't mean that the spiritual power of this world will not work on his little sword.
He has only been practicing for a short period of time, and many of his common senses about practice are incomplete. If he acts rashly, it is indeed easy for him to get into trouble.
"Thank you Elder Rouyu for the reminder!"
Fang Xiu waved his hand, and one hundred and ninety-nine small swords flew back into his sleeves. The last small sword flew high, turned into a dotted line, and shot into the thick fog.
Yunlin Prison Prison has many patterns, but he can't afford to lose a small sword.
"Fang Xiu, no, don't cum!"
Rouyu's childlike expression shrank, and it was already too late to stop him.
"Jie Jie Jie"
However, at this moment, countless ferocious laughter suddenly sounded from all directions at the same time.
The green mist on the Kuhan Temple suddenly increased several times.
"There's more than one witchcraft sorcerer!"
Fang Xiu's eyes flashed, and the small sword that flew halfway drew a semicircle in the air, quietly hiding in the night sky, and slowly moving towards the Buddhist drum sound cover.
There are a lot of people on the other side. If you attack rashly without determining all directions, it is inevitable that some fish will slip through the net.
Fang Xiu decided to wait and see what happened before catching them all.
But testing whether the green mist has any effect on the little sword can be done at the same time.
Under the control of spiritual power, the small sword moved silently and slowly in the night, and soon reached the edge of the Buddhist drum sound cover.
First quietly poke out the tip of the sword, and then the entire sword body!
Um.
It runs freely and everything is normal!
"Huh, I'm relieved now!"
Fang Xiu's thoughts flashed, and a small sword fell quietly from his sleeve, clinging to the ground, swimming in all directions like a snake.
"Xuantian Haozong, he is indeed a member of Xuantian Haozong!"
"A thousand-year blood feud, let's collect some interest today!"
"Beijia Lake Dizang is the treasure of my witchcraft lineage. Anyone who dares to covet it will be tortured by my supreme witchcraft power. I will train you all into zombie slaves!"
Around Kuhan Temple, silhouettes appeared one after another, rising and falling in the green mist, revealing their true bodies!