The purple gold alms bowl in Fahai's hand can actually banish attacks directed at him into the six realms of reincarnation. This is the first time he has seen such a magic weapon, and it is an eye-opener.
I just don’t know if the Hungry Ghost Path opened by Fahai using the Purple Gold Bowl can only deflect attacks, or if it is a real passage leading to the Six Paths.
If it is the latter, can people be exiled to purgatory, or can they directly use the six paths of reincarnation to go to the world they want to go to?
"It shouldn't be that powerful, otherwise a magical weapon of this level wouldn't be kept in the lower realm."
The world of Liaozhai is just a small world.
The purple gold alms bowl is said to be the treasure of Jinshan Temple. It is definitely powerful, but Zhang Heng was the first to not believe it when he said it could travel freely through the six paths of reincarnation.
"Fahai, focus on dealing with the two old monks, leave the rest to me."
In the face of a powerful enemy, it is not the time to think wildly.
Zhang Heng regained his composure and began to share the pressure for Fa Hai.
"good!"
As soon as the cassock came out, everyone was covered, and Fahai was a little overwhelmed.
Now, after receiving Zhang Heng's advice, I immediately withdrew some of the cassocks, released all the monks, and concentrated on dealing with the two holy monks.
"this..."
Accompanied by a repulsive force.
The monks came to their senses and found that they were back in the Lifo Temple.
Looking again, there was no trace of the two holy monks, only Zhang Heng standing there alone.
"Sword formation!"
Zhang Heng waved his hand, and the flying sword replaced the cassock and shined down on his head.
These monks in Wutai Mountain also have real talents and knowledge. They did not panic when they saw the sword circle falling. Instead, they told the people around them: "Don't panic, everyone. The battlefield is divided. After we capture this man, we can go find the two saints."
The whereabouts of the monk.”
"Capture me, what a big statement!"
Zhang Heng urged the sword technique.
Each flying sword is like a wave, and countless waves form a huge wave and surge toward everyone.
"I have heard that at one time, the Buddha was in the Solitary Garden of the Solitary Tree in the Kingdom of Savatthi with a group of 1,250 great bhikkhus."
The monks sat cross-legged on the ground, and their voices blended with their consciousness, turning into an upside-down golden bell.
The sword waves hit the golden bell, and the golden bell vibrated like a small boat floating on the sea. It seemed that it would be buried under the sea at any time, but it was just a little short of it.
"Still holding on!"
Zhang Heng was not impatient and said coldly: "Let's see how long you can last!"
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
Thousands of flying swords flew around the golden bell, like a tornado, consuming everyone's energy bit by bit.
"puff!"
Among the monks, everyone's cultivation levels vary greatly.
After persisting for a while, some young monks could not hold on any longer. One by one, their mouths and noses were bleeding, they were in a daze, and they fell to the ground one after another.
When the others saw it, they hurriedly protected the unconscious man behind them and said plausibly: "Everyone, please hold on, the demon is no longer able to survive."
"I can't do it anymore?"
Zhang Heng was a little confused.
He carries an elixir to replenish his mana, and it won't be a problem even if it lasts for three to five days, so why can't it work?
It's like playing chicken, calling everyone a "big cripple" when you see them, and tricking them to death without repaying their lives.
"This turtle shell is quite hard."
Although Zhang Heng feels very good about himself.
But there was one thing he had to admit. The protective golden bell held up by the monks' joint efforts was really astonishing in defense. No matter how much he rolled around with his flying swords, there was no sign of it being broken so far.
"Conflict of contradictions!"
Zhang Heng saw that everyone was unable to retreat, so he became rude. He shook his sword and started to fight, muttering something in his mouth: "With one step, there will be thunder in the sky, in the second step, the water will flow on the ground, in the third step, there will be thunder and fire, in the fourth step, there will be thunderbolts, and the evil will be swept away in front of people."
, the queen of humanity drives away the evil dragon, Xing Gang Step has arrived, fight with me against the evil..."
A word of thunder comes.
Just as he was saying it, a bucket-thick blue thunder fell from the sky and hit the golden bell hard.
For a moment, the monks under the golden bell all vomited blood. Fortunately, the monks were young. If the old monks were allowed to come, they would not be alive at this time.
Ding ding ding...
The moment the golden bell broke, countless flying swords came to meet it.
At first glance, two swords crossed together to form an X shape were placed on the monks. If they moved even slightly, they would be injured by the sword energy on the blades.
"Done."
Zhang Heng clapped his hands.
Nowadays, he is also a great monk in the late stage of the Return to the Void Realm. In addition, he has long been accustomed to fighting across levels. Not to mention the Return to the Void Realm, there are not many people in Hedao who can be his opponent.
Against this group of wax heads with silver spears who refine qi and transform into gods and who refine gods and reverse voids, it would be too modest to hit ten of them. I want to hit a hundred.
"The mighty heavenly dragon, the World Honored Ksitigarbha, the Vajra Buddhas, and all sentient beings protect the Dharma."
After two sticks of incense.
Fahai appeared in front of Zhang Hengming.
Zhang Heng raised his eyes and found that there was faint blood on the corner of his mouth, but he was indeed very energetic.
"Fulfilling the mission."
Fahai couldn't help but feel happy when he met Zhang Heng's gaze: "In a two-on-one contest, the two of them have been defeated by me."
With that said, he picked up the purple gold alms bowl and showed it to Zhang Heng: "It's inside."
Compared to the great monk in Mount Wutai, Zhang Heng was more concerned about Yan Chixia: "Have you heard any news about Master Yan?"
Speaking of Yan Chixia, Fahai couldn't laugh anymore and said in a deep voice: "I have already asked, Hero Yan disappeared without a trace soon after entering the Western Wasteland, and they did not know that Hero Yan
Where have you gone?"
"Really missing?"
Zhang Heng frowned slightly.
He would rather Yan Chixia was arrested by the three monks of Mount Wutai than disappear in vain.
After all, the Wutai Mountain monks are in their hands now. If Yan Chixia is caught, they can just wait for the hostage exchange.
Missing is different.
It's been a month since there was any news from Bird. Who knows where he went or whether he fell into some secret place and couldn't get out.
"What to do with these people?"
Zhang Heng looked at the monks again.
"Leave it to me. I am going to take them back to Jinshan Temple to cleanse their souls. When these people understand what is right and wrong, I will let them out."
Although Fahai couldn't stand what Wutai Mountain was doing.
But he was born in Buddhism after all, and he didn't want to kill everyone with his sword.
So I patted my head and patted my butt again, and there I was, taking everyone back.
Jinshan Temple is his territory, and he just needs people to go back and improve it.
"Since you have an idea, just do what you want."
"On the contrary, here, Lifo Temple is a royal temple. We are fighting with people from Mount Wutai here. I'm afraid we can't hide it from people who are interested. It's better to leave quickly."
Right now, the capital is a mixed bag.
Putting aside the distance, Pudu Cihang alone is as powerful as the three monks working together.
Zhang Heng knew very well that Zen Master Gui Jie died in a daze. If he hadn't died, one against two would become one against three, and Fahai would most likely lose.
"It's better to keep a low profile at the foot of the Imperial City so as not to cause unnecessary trouble."
Fahai also listened to the advice.
With Zhang Heng's greeting, he immediately used the golden bowl to collect everyone, and took advantage of the night to return to Tianqiguan.
the next day.
Fahai left early in the morning.
He wanted to return to Jinshan Temple to hold a Buddhist conference to persuade the temples below to give up the idea of recreating the scene of Nanliang.
Of course, this is difficult.
However, Zhang Heng has confidence in Fahai, because no matter what happens, his strength will speak for himself.
Obviously, Fahai is the one who holds the Fist of Truth. The holy monks of Mount Wutai lost to him two-on-one. Needless to say, it will definitely cause a sensation outside.
If nothing else goes wrong, Fahai will get the title of the best master in Buddhism. As for whether Fahai is the best master in Buddhism in private, how can I put it? Even if he is not the first, he is still in the ranks of the strongest.
One-on-one, Zhang Heng felt that there were very few people in the Liaozhai world who could be his opponent. After the current matters were finished, it was time to think about how to ascend.
"It has changed, the direction of the wind has changed!"
A few more days.
At noon, Fu Tianchou happily came to see Zhang Heng, accompanied by Frog Gong.
"What has changed?"
"The tone of voice has changed. One is on earth, and the other is in heaven."
Fu Tianqiu and the other two entered the door with excitement on their faces: "There are rumors outside that Zen Master Fahai of Jinshan Temple wants to rectify the Buddhist ethos and strictly prohibit his disciples from intervening in the changes in the dynasty. Affected by this, the aristocratic families have begun to waver, and even the frogs have begun to waver.
The Duke's capital is a blessing in disguise, as the ministers are discussing restoring the title."
Zhang Heng looked at Mr. Frog.
Frog Gong beamed with joy. As the most loyal monster to the imperial court, Frog Gong's wish was very simple, that is, to live with the country.
Restoring the deprived title is only the first step; the second step is to eliminate the evildoers in the court.
He believed that as long as there were no treacherous people in the court and the aristocratic families did not push back, there would still be hope for the Dasong Dynasty.
"By the way, why haven't you seen Mr. Zhuge?"
Zhuge Wolong, Fu Tianchou, and Frog Gong were inseparable during this period of time, and they had to sleep with their feet full.
Today, only two people came to visit, Fu Tianchou and Frogong. What happened? The boat of friendship capsized.
"It's quite interesting to talk about."
Mr. Frog took over the topic and said with a smile: "Two elders of the Zhuge family came and said that the elders have long been dissatisfied with the current head of the family, Zhuge Qing, and hope that Zhuge Wolong will return to take over the position of head of the family and take charge of the overall situation."
"Even the reasons are ready-made. Zhuge Qing sacrificed and refined the Eight Diagrams of Wuhou, but was revolted by it. He was seriously injured and needed to hand over power."
"Of course, Zhuge Qing suffered backlash because of the Eight Trigrams of Sacrifice and Refining, but the backlash was not that big at all. He could only come up with seven words: Find a suitable reason."
"That's it!"
Zhang Heng understood.
Reason is like a fig leaf, just cover it up when needed, so that your rise to power will not appear sudden and the people will be more accepting of it.
But after thinking about this, Zhang Heng was still a little confused and couldn't help but ask: "Last night there was an east wind, and tonight the south wind just blows. How come? Those people are eager to place bets, and they are not afraid of betting."
Lost?"
"Whether you win or lose, there is actually room for maneuver."
"Now it seems that Zhuge Qing was seriously injured and cannot handle government affairs. He needs personal help."
"Actually, if the east wind overwhelms the west wind and Zhuge Qing comes back to power, they all made their own decisions, and it will be fine here. At most, they can imprison Fu Tianchou again. No matter how you calculate it, it won't be a loss.
.”
Zhang Heng thought for a while.
If this is the case, with Fu Tianchou's lineage benefiting, Zhuge Wolong is naturally the best choice as the head of the family.
I believe that with Fu Tianchou and Qinggong here, it will be relatively easy to get rewards in the future.
on the contrary.
The east wind blows from the west, and Zhuge Qing is the head of the family.
This is a ruthless man who can put his own brother in a water prison, and his acting skills are also very good. It is not easy to say that Zhuge Wolong's rise to power is a rebellion.
"One has a red face and the other has a black face. These two brothers are quite interesting."
Zhang Heng didn't say who was red-faced and who was black-faced, but everyone could guess.
Even if Zhang Heng thinks about it, there are probably not a few families that practice this kind of operation. After all, businessmen don't put all their eggs in one basket.
"Let's not talk about Mr. Zhuge, let's talk about me."
Fu Tianqiu said happily: "The current difficult situation in the world is due to the inaction of the Buddhist and Taoist families and the decline in the appeal of the central government."
"Now that the instigator of Mount Wutai has stopped talking, things have changed, and it's time for us to raise our heads."
"I'm going to contact people from aristocratic families secretly. They are all smart people. I believe they know how to choose."
Know?
Zhang Heng frowned slightly.
The aristocratic families know it, and the Buddhists also know it, but there is one person who may not know it.
Swallowing the dragon energy of the dynasty and transforming into a dragon to ascend are the vows of Pudu Cihang, a thousand-year-old centipede spirit.
Now I suddenly told him that Buddhism will not help you anymore, so you should give up.
It would be strange for Pudu Cihang to give up.
He had an arrow on the string and had no choice but to shoot.
Whether you know it or not, you will still do whatever you have to do, unless you kill him.
"What did you think of?"
Seeing Zhang Heng's frown, Frog couldn't help but ask from the side.
"I want to save Cihang."
Zhang Heng had no intention of hiding anything and said: "Our country-protecting mage is a monster. If we didn't hit it off, how could he be the vanguard of Buddhism?"
"Believe me, he must have received the news, and I guarantee you, he will not stop, he will only become more crazy, such as..."
For example, Zhang Heng didn't say anything.
Because he is someone who has watched the movie. In A Chinese Ghost Story, in order to consolidate his position, Pudu Cihang let his little demons devour the civil and military officials of the entire dynasty.
Try it again now, I think the result will not change.
Moreover, he heard from Fahai that after Pudu Cihang became the protector of the country, he recruited many troops.
Since the death of the old demon from Black Mountain, the group of demons under him have become a piece of scattered sand.
Pudu Cihang raised his arms and called out, and there were like clouds of followers.
He is now Zhao Kuangyin in Chenqiao. It is not up to him whether he wants to do something or not. It depends on whether others agree or not.
"Pudu Cihang!"
Hearing this name, Mr. Frog's face turned cold.
He was a great demon who followed Zhao Taizu into the army, and he was considered to have great military exploits back then.
However, Frogong suffered a lot from Pudu Cihang. Not to mention being far away, he helped attract firepower a few days ago. He ran and Pudu Cihang chased him, and all his shoes were lost.
Fortunately, Zhuge Wolong was present, otherwise, this little life would have to be accounted for.
"After Buddhism withdraws, the aristocratic families don't have to worry."
"Everyone in the family is just a loser. If you have breasts, you are a mother. They are definitely not willing to work hard on their own."
"Only Pudu Cihang in this iron triangle is a die-hard. I'm afraid I won't be able to convince him with my words."
Zhang Heng's eyes were full of meaning: "I can't keep this person!" (To be continued)