As the abbot of Southern Shaolin, Abbot Lingkong has stayed in this position for decades. His name is famous in the world, and his reputation spreads far and wide. He is a true master of the world.
But no one expected that such a powerful person would attack first.
In the eyes of the Shaolin monks, although what the abbot said is misty, it does not prevent them from agreeing with it. The reputation that the abbot Lingkong has built over decades is an unshakable gold-lettered signboard, enough to make his disciples and monks unconditionally
to follow.
So naturally, in the eyes of the monks, the abbot's righteousness was a preemptive strike rather than a sneak attack.
But Lu Hanjiang didn't have so many scruples. He directly cursed: "Bald Donkey, you are also a guy with half of your body buried in the ground. You actually attack a junior, how shameless are you?"
Swearing always takes the lead, but as for taking action, Lu Hanjiang naturally thought twice before taking action. It wasn't that he didn't intend to save people, but Caiwei was not as weak as he thought.
Facing Abbot Lingkong's brazen attack, Caiwei was surprised, but her reaction was not slow at all. When she stepped back, she already bent her fingers, condensing the Gu technique between her fingers, and in the blink of an eye, several numbers popped up.
A green stream of light.
It's a pity that the flowing light was like a moth flying into a flame. Abbot Lingkong's figure swept forward, as if a golden Buddha was suppressing him. The Buddha's light condensed into a barrier, blocking all the Gu insects from the wall of light.
Caiwei was shocked. Seeing that the golden giant arm had already invaded her, she no longer hesitated, and with a solemn look, she started to use the secret magic of Wu Yue Lun.
In the meantime, the bright moon rising behind Caiwei blocked the Buddha's light a foot away. The flying Gu insects were like fireflies all over the sky. The glow of the silent night seemed soft, but in fact it was like a cold and sharp blade.
The knife slashed at the golden Buddha.
Abbot Lingkong's palm landed just a few feet in front of Caiwei, preventing her from moving forward. The rotation of the witchy moon raised the saint's power to a very terrifying level in a short period of time.
"The secret method of Miao territory is well-deserved."
Abbot Lingkong sighed, then turned his arms, and used the force of his palms again and again. After the light of the golden Buddha circulated around the sky, it carried the surging true energy like a river bursting its embankment, and violently impacted on the moon wheel of picking flowers.
"Well!"
Caiwei groaned and took half a step back. Under the impact of the Golden Buddha, the light of the shining moon fell into darkness in an instant, and was about to be annihilated under the Buddhist scriptures in the sky. At this moment, there was a strange scream.
The sound came from Caiwei!
This sudden change made Lu Hanjiang and Abbot Lingkong stunned at the same time. They saw the eight-wing mark on Caiwei's eyebrows suddenly blooming, and then, eight streams of light gathered from behind her and condensed into the shape of wings.
"This is." Abbot Lingkong stared at this wonderful scene, his eyes a little distracted.
At this moment, Caiwei seemed to have entered a mysterious realm. Her hands that were operating the secret technique slowly fell back to her sides, her eyes were confused, and she let the eight wings of light wrap around her, like a chrysalis insect.
When the moonlight faded, the Golden Buddha struck the feather chrysalis with a palm. The terrible collision immediately triggered a terrifying gust of wind, forcing everyone around him to retreat several feet away.
Abbot Lingkong maintained his palm-stretching posture, but his brows were furrowed. He hit the wing with his palm, but the wing was not damaged at all. Caiwei herself stood still, as if the palm hit the empty space.
.
The eight-winged wings are as difficult to wrap around as the turtle shell.
As Abbot Lingkong stared, the eight-winged wings surrounding Caiwei suddenly unfolded, the overflowing air seemed to be flowing away from the rainbow, the flying light changed color like a dream, Caiwei's absent-minded eyes had been replaced by a bright golden red.
In a daze, the holy lily-like temperament on Caiwei's body was soaked in this strange light, like an overturned paint tray, and turned into an unspeakable distorted scene.
At that moment, Lu Hanjiang faintly glimpsed that the mark of eight wings on Cai Wei's forehead had disappeared.
When everyone was shocked, another harsh chirping sound came out.
The sound was like the resentment of the nine ghosts and ghosts, or the cry of the souls buried in the mass grave. The sharp sound pierced the eardrums and was terrifying.
Without Lu Hanjiang's order, a group of Jin Yiwei pulled out their swords one after another. This was an instinctive reaction. The sharp whistle was so terrifying that it aroused the idea of self-protection in everyone's mind.
With the roar in their ears, everyone was as frightened as if they were facing a wild beast. Even the Jin Yiwei was hesitant, not knowing who to hit with this sword.
Lu Hanjiang immediately pointed at the panicked Yongle with his backhand. The vast zhenqi was like a dragon ship that penetrated the sky. No matter how the storm roared, it could not hurt the princess at all.
As for Shangluo, this girl seemed to be the same as Lu Hanjiang, except that she found the strange sound harsh and had no other feelings.
Shangluo covered half of her ears, her delicate brows were knitted together, and her wrinkled face seemed a little tired of the shouting, but it was far from the point where she subconsciously drew her sword against him.
Abbot Lingkong's face was as heavy as water. He paused slightly with his right palm, and at the same time raised his left palm. The golden Buddha behind him curled up with the sound of the Buddha, and its form expanded to almost burst the treasure hall.
Hiss——!!
Just when Abbot Lingkong was preparing to get serious, the bricks and tiles on the roof suddenly fell like raindrops. Everyone looked around and saw that it was a big white snake that broke through the dome and rushed into the hall.
"Abbot, beware!"
The demonic snake was attacking, and the monks couldn't help shouting in panic. At the same time, several old monks with white beards gathered their true energy and attacked immediately.
Several golden light palm prints fell on the white snake's body, causing it to cry out in pain, and traces of blood oozed from the vibrating scales. The white snake's green vertical pupils were immediately stained with the color of blood and became fierce.
However, it did not immediately retaliate against the monks at the scene. Instead, it was extremely spiritual and headed straight for its owner to pick weeds.
The white snake's figure was like a white lightning. In a blink of an eye, it used its ten-foot-long body to divide and disperse the people in the hall. At the same time, its bloody mouth opened and swallowed Caiwei into its mouth. It rolled up and was about to escape.
Abbot Lingkong's gaze paused, and the surging true energy condensed in the palm of his hand. A terrifying wave of energy naturally rose up, causing all the eminent monks around him to retreat in shock, and the entire Mahavira Palace trembled like chaff.
But when the white snake jumped out of the hall, its bloody mouth opened slightly, and Caiwei poked its head out, tilted back slightly, its golden-red eyes opened slightly, and an invisible power fell on Abbot Lingkong.
, the palm force that told him to prepare for action paused in mid-air.
The eyes only met for a moment, but Abbot Lingkong seemed to have experienced a lot. His expression changed several times, and finally the palm failed to strike.
During this short gap, White Snake successfully escaped from the hall with Caiwei, which was unexpected by the monks.
Abbot Lingkong walked outside the hall, looked at the white shadow that quickly disappeared in the distance, and couldn't help but look up at the high sky.
The main hall behind him was in a mess as if a storm had passed. The fight just now was like lightning and stone fire, but no matter what the chaos on the ground was, the sky was high and quiet, and the sea of clouds in the sky was still, ethereal and distant, unmoved and untouched.
Have joy.
Abbot Lingkong looked up at the thousands of miles of sky. Only when the burning pain reached his eyes did he lower his head, and then sighed quietly: "Amitabha."