Chapter 11: Divine Sword, Divine Palm, Nine Heavens Bodhisattva
The first knife!
clang!
Zen Master Zi Ni summoned up his true energy and used the golden bell shield to resist. The powerful sound even overturned the people around him. Judging from the bleeding from their mouths and noses, they were afraid they would not survive.
Chondasurang swung his sword again.
"Well!"
A secret wheel loomed around the angry god-king, and the heavenly protectors appeared in the secret wheel. He chanted the mantra and his power increased!
The second knife!
Zen Master Zi Ni shouted, "Formation!" The next moment, the four Shaolin elders worked together, with four long sticks interlaced like flowers, and formed the fourth-level Shaolin stunt, the Little Arhat Stick Formation.
Bang!
A golden-bodied Arhat appeared in the void, with his palms raised like a mountain, guarding against the second sword.
"Woolen cloth!"
The secret wheel emits a red light, burning like a flame. The God King raises his fist and falls to the ground like a meteorite.
The third knife!
The golden Arhat swung his arm to miss it, and the broad and wild sword energy lifted up the stone slabs on the long street and flew into the restaurant beside the road, directly knocking down the huge building.
"Bah!"
Stepping on the ghosts of hell, green smoke billows across the sky and the earth.
The fourth knife!
The Arhat was wrapped in smoke and dust. He punched in all directions but could not break through it. Eventually he was devoured by evil spirits and died.
The stick formation was broken up. Except for Zen Master Zi Ni, who was very skilled in practicing, the other three elders retreated continuously, leaving solid footprints with every step.
"The hardness turns into softness! Amazing! Amazing!" An elder shook his head and sighed, then stepped forward to meet the enemy with his stick again.
"Mi!"
Manzhushahua grows everywhere, the God King disappears, leaving only the terrifying secret wheel circulating crazily.
The fifth knife!
The little Arhat's stick formation rose again, but it shattered in an instant. This sword was no longer something that the weak could resist with their combined strength!
The corners of Zen Master Zi Ni's eyes burst open and blood spattered ten feet. He suddenly rushed forward and raised his staff to greet him.
"Zi Ni!"
"Brother!"
The three elders exclaimed, trying to encircle Wei and rescue Zhao, but King Kong Ming of the Vajra Sect also followed the God King, and their swords merged into one, turning into a brilliant sword light that could not be found.
This sword is close to the Tao.
The fourth-level stick of anger and madness in Zen Master Zi Ni's hand suddenly broke into pieces. The light of the sword cut through the body-protecting Zhengang, cutting a huge gash in the Zen Master's body as strong as gold and iron. The bright red blood spilled all over the place.
The ground was injured to the bone.
And one last stab.
There is almost a world of difference between the top masters.
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On the high platform of the execution ground, the innocent villagers were excited when they saw someone coming to rescue them. When the lamas of the Vajra Sect went to fight, their moods were ups and downs.
Sanjie was tied to a long pillar. His right arm was bruised and swollen, but he gradually became less painful. Next to him was Xuan Shen. The young man looked at the monk with a dying breath.
The monk seemed to sense his gaze, opened his eyes, turned his head and showed a gentle smile.
"Master, can those eminent monks defeat the evil thieves of the Vajra Sect?"
Xuan Shen said softly: "Don't worry, the Bodhisattva is here to save me."
The next moment, Xuan Shen, who had all his limbs broken and his sternum shattered, pulled away slightly and the beef tendon rope on his body collapsed.
Sanjay's eyes widened.
An endless stream of life essence came from the void and poured into Xuan Shen's broken body, allowing the broken bones to reunite and the injuries to heal.
"Hold on a little longer!" The monk waved his sleeves gently to these simple believers, and the strong vitality was like a spring breeze nourishing their painful bodies and alleviating their pain.
Xuan Shen turned around and rushed towards Qiongda Sulang.
…
Lu Zhengkang sat cross-legged on the bed, gently raised his right palm, and Mount Sumeru appeared. The next moment, he waved his hand gently, and the mountain peak disappeared.
…
"Moo!"
On top of the secret wheel, sentient beings evolve into six realms: the heavenly realm is dull, the human realm is stagnant, the asura realm fights like mad, the hell realm cries endlessly, the evil ghost realm stalks and waits in secret, and the animal realm is ignorant, barbaric and hateful.
The sixth knife!
Magical sword!
Anyone who receives this blow will be reincarnated.
Zen Master Zi Ni fell to the ground and could no longer fight. The other three elders were locked by the Qi machine and could not escape from the battle. They were ready to die as martyrs.
At this critical moment, I heard a soft shout, which seemed to come from the horizon.
"Sumi Palm!"
boom!!!
The earth shook!
For a moment, the people in Qinzhou felt that the sunny sky had turned dark, and they raised their heads one after another.
Above the nine heavens, the Bodhisattva lays his palms.
Meru in the palm of your hand can cover thousands of miles.
The six paths of reincarnation are endless, but in the end they cannot tolerate the world. A majestic four-sided mountain is like a sky covered with dark clouds, breaking up the reincarnation.
Qiondasu Lang's figure fell out of the void, lying on the ground like an overwhelmed old turtle.
The strange scene in the sky disappeared in a flash, like a dream, but the people in the city knelt down and shouted for mercy.
When the sun shines on the earth again, all the dust will settle.
The monks of the Vajra Sect were all lying on the ground, unable to move, as if a huge mountain was pressing on their backs.
Qiongda Sulang spoke in a difficult tone, "How dare you, an expert, to show up and see me!"
Xuan Shen stepped forward, helped up the Central Plains monks who came to the rescue, and channeled their energy to help heal their injuries.
Previously, Zen Master Zi Ni had a sword intent entrenched in his chest, so he could not stop the wound. Fortunately, the divine palm of Sumeru dispersed the sword intent. The Zen Master tightened his muscles, and the knife wound healed naturally, and the blood flow stopped.
He turned over and stood up, pinched his knuckles, looked at the bereaved King Kongzong Mingwang on the ground, laughed ferociously, walked up and picked it up, and slapped him several times, "What a monk, this sword skill is so hard
Yes! But if you dare to be disrespectful to Luyuan Bodhisattva, this is a big mistake!"
The monks from the Central Plains chanted the name of the Buddha in unison, imprisoned the lamas, and threw them on the high platform of the Dharma field.
Sanjay and others have been rescued and are hugging each other and crying.
Monk Xuan Shen told the people of Qinzhou one by one the sins committed by monks. He also talked about Lu Yuan Bodhisattva's compassion and immeasurable power, and taught everyone to stop blindly following heretics and to surrender to orthodoxy.
Everyone in the audience was doubtful, but they were afraid of the martial arts skills of this group of monks, so no one dared to speak out against it.
After a lecture, Bald Donkey was so ruthless that he abolished all the martial arts of the lamas, chopped off the limbs of the lama who caused the trouble, and hung him on the top of the city wall.
Qiongda Surang shouted loudly: "You are all dead! You are dead! You are making enemies of the entire snow region! When our Vajra Sect recruits our generals, we will rush into the Central Plains and kill you one by one! Wait for death.
Bar!"
Young Sangye rushed up and pointed at the lama's nose and cursed: "You evil thief! Stop dreaming about the Spring and Autumn Dream! When Lu Yuan Bodhisattva spreads the Pure Land across this plateau, you will be the target of thousands of people! Your evil deeds will eventually end.
It will be revealed! The day is not far away!”
After scolding the young man, he ignored the shouts of the Vajra Sect and turned around to worship the monks from the Central Plains. "The little man Sangye is willing to travel throughout the snowy land to spread the power of the Bodhisattva. Please help me, masters!"
Monk Xuan Shen stepped forward to help this ambitious man up, "If you can have this intention, you are one step closer to being a Bodhisattva." All the monks smiled and nodded with praise.
"This time, all the senior brothers have come to help me. The important matter has been accomplished. Please go back. I will work with this little brother to let the name of Luyuan Bodhisattva be sung throughout this vast land."
"Good! Great kindness!"
The monks roared loudly, and Shi Shiran ran towards the east, where a sun hung high and golden light shone through the world.