ps: More updates for brother yangzhigang’s promotion to the hall master.
Pei Zhongze stood inside the temple gate, took out the bronze mirror with his spiritual consciousness, and the Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram emerged from the mirror. As he poured his true power into it, the Yin-Yang fish in the diagram slowly rotated, and the two mysterious lights shone directly at Guangcheng.
Guangcheng was caught by surprise. In his busy schedule, he only had time to raise his left arm to block it, and was hit by the mysterious light of Liangyi. A senior novice monk like Guangcheng, who had entered the world of ear consciousness, had already reached the Dharma Sui Movement.
In this situation, mana was instantly poured into his left arm, resisting Liangyi Xuanguang.
But the bronze mirror that Pei Zhongze carried was not a common object. Even in the Qingyun Pavilion, it was a valuable treasure. The Liangyi Xuanguang it stirred up was extremely difficult to deal with. Even the new head of the Sanzhu Temple, the monk Yanjia who had entered the realm of nose and consciousness, found it difficult to deal with it.
, Guangcheng could not withstand it, but in an instant, Liangyi Xuanguang was shot through the mana shield, directly shining on his left arm, and a bloody hole was immediately shot out by the anode Xuanguang.
Guangcheng used the Bad Destruction Shen Technique, and his figure was in and out of sight. At least he was able to escape the continuous illumination of Liangyi Xuanguang. When he raised his arm to look again, he saw a pillar of flesh frozen into ice shards from the side of his arm that was penetrated by the anode Xuanguang.
It slipped down, revealing the second one. A burst of heartbreaking pain almost brought Guangcheng to the edge of rage. Regardless of the loss of mana, he continuously used the Destruction Body Technique, directly holding the Zen staff, and smashed Pei Zhongze's head and face.
Pei Zhongze poured all his true power into the bronze mirror, and the two-dimensional mysterious light kept shooting at Guangcheng, but he couldn't find Guangcheng's real body.
Bai Bai shot into the air. Guangcheng continuously used the Destruction Body Technique, which consumed a lot of mana. The two of them were in a stalemate at the temple gate for a while.
Once the competition of skills started, Pei Zhongze was defeated. His real power was not as deep as Guangcheng's magic power. After a while, the supply of real power was not smooth, and there was a brief pause in the Liangyi Xuanguang.
Guangcheng seized the opportunity, rushed in front of Pei Zhongze, and shouted: "Go!" He hit his shoulder and knocked Pei Zhongze directly into the temple. Pei Zhongze was knocked and rolled several times, and he lay next to Zhao Ran and coughed up blood.
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At this time, Zhao Ran tried hard to cheer up and put his energy on the compass again. He wanted to activate the magic circle again. However, Guang Cheng stepped forward and pointed, and the iron Zen staff passed through Guang Cheng's armpit with a whoosh, and struck hard.
After hitting the compass, the compass immediately fell into pieces. Zhao Ran's hands were cut with blood by the crescent shovel on the Zen staff.
Guangcheng remembered that he had eaten turtles in front of two juniors today. Not to mention his arm was seriously injured. He even almost died at one point. Not only did he lose face in front of his master and uncle, but he also didn't know how he would be laughed at by his fellow juniors when he returned.
The anger in his heart suddenly arose, and he slapped Pei Zhongze first.
Guangcheng picked up Pei Zhongze's lapel and slapped him several times in the face. Pei Zhongze was beaten until his mouth was filled with blood. Guangcheng still couldn't understand his hatred. Before he could hit him again, he heard Zhao Ran next to him shout: "Stinky bald donkey, thief."
You bald donkey, you are a rotten bastard who was born without an asshole. If you have the ability, come after me. If not, you will be raised by my grandson!"
Guangcheng was furious, abandoned Pei Zhongze, turned around and mentioned Zhao Ran, which was a big deal.
Zhao Ran's nose and mouth were bleeding, but he kept cursing fiercely, saying that you are a thief and a bastard. If you can, you will kill me. He stared at Guang Cheng angrily and declared that if Guang Cheng did not dare to kill himself, he would kill himself.
It's definitely a bitch who gave birth to a grandchild.
Pei Zhongze laughed loudly and said, Junior Brother Zhao, you really scolded me happily. If you die today, you will die, but even if you die, you must not bow to the bald donkey!
Guang Cheng's eyes were filled with fire. He had long ago thrown away his master's instructions not to harm the murderer. With a fork of his hand, he pinched Zhao Ran's neck directly and used all his five fingers to strangle Zhao Ran to death.
Zhao Ran felt it was difficult to breathe, his vision gradually turned black, and he kept shouting in his heart: "I'm going to die, I'm going to die, the baby will show up, the baby will show up..."
Outside the temple, eminent monks such as Zhiyuan, Zhixin, Zhishen, and Zhifa all felt that something was wrong and spoke one after another.
"Guangcheng, what happened?"
"Master nephew, don't kill the murderer, keep him alive!"
"Guangcheng, please reply quickly!"
"Martial nephew, bring the murderer out quickly."
Guang Cheng's heart froze, and then he remembered the instructions of his master and uncles. Just when he was about to withdraw his strength, he saw a white light rising from Zhao Ran's waist, swaying in the air, and turning into a pillar of burning incense.
This stick of incense burned quickly, from the top to the end of the incense in a blink of an eye. The strong incense burned crazily penetrated Guangcheng's mouth and nose. Guangcheng was extremely angry, breathing rapidly, and he had no time to hold it shut.
, suddenly the incense penetrated into my mind, and I felt the incense and tranquility, like the sunshine in March shining on my body, and like my mother's murmur when I was a child, indescribable relaxation and comfort, and unknown peace and joy.
, so I want to indulge in it from now on, it is best never to come out of this artistic conception.
Guangcheng's eyelids gradually drooped down, and then slowly closed.
Zhao Ran laughed and said: "Bald donkey, you have your day too!" He stretched out his hand and groped around, trying to find a brick and slap the monk in front of him to death. Unfortunately, there was nothing else in the temple, so his mind sank into his fingers.
Pulling through the mess of various objects, I happened to see a gold bracelet.
This gold bracelet was snatched by the Fourth Brother in Black from Monk Yuanming, a disciple of Zen Master Puzhen of Wanfa Temple in the Unnamed Valley. It is said to be made from the golden body of a magnetic mother. Zhu Qigu gave it directly to Zhao Ran that day for self-defense.
But Zhao Ran never had the chance to use it. He was captured by Zen Master Aoping and searched for it. Until Zhao Ran escaped from Aoping Temple, he swiped away the other treasures from the hidden compartment of Zen Master Aoping. Later, he put them on the ring finger.
I almost forgot about it.
He took out the gold bracelet and moved the dial spring. The bracelet suddenly enlarged and turned into a golden cymbal.
Zhao Ran put the golden cymbal on his arm and slapped Monk Guangcheng's bald head hard, one stroke, two strokes, three strokes... While slapping, he said bitterly: "How dare you slap your Taoist master?"
?I’m going to hit you so hard today that your bald donkey blossoms!”
The golden cymbal hit Monk Guangcheng on the head, making a "danglang" sound. The sound was heard outside the temple, and all the monks in Gaorichang Temple were puzzled.
Zhishen felt uneasy in his heart. The so-called father and son are connected, but in fact the same is true for masters and apprentices who are very close. He did not hesitate at all and stepped into the temple. He happened to see Zhao Ran hitting Guang Cheng on the head with a cymbal. He looked at Guang Cheng again.
, but with a smile on his face, as if he was intoxicated, a stick of incense was hanging in the air, and the curl of the cigarette was going straight into Guangcheng's mouth and nose.
Zhishen was shocked. He didn't know how the situation had turned. He only knew that the burning incense must be causing trouble. When he saw that Zhao Ran didn't even look at him, and even hit Guang Cheng on the head with a golden cymbal, he couldn't help but became furious! In the blink of an eye, Zhao Ran was furious!
Suddenly, he came to Guang Cheng, grabbed Guang Cheng's sleeves and threw him directly out of the temple door, and said: "Brother abbot, Guang Cheng has been poisoned by poisonous smoke, please help me."
As he spoke, he held his breath and stretched out his hand to grab Zhao Ran. Seeing the scene where his disciple was beaten with blood, Zhishen was furious in his heart. He took action with hatred, regardless of whether the murderer wanted by Baoping Temple was dead.
Yes, he used his fists to strike hard at Zhao Ran's temples, hoping to kill him with one blow, venting his resentment and avenging his disciple's serious injury.
Zhao Ran laughed and said, "Well done!" He didn't dodge or dodge, let alone dodge with a cymbal.
Seeing that he was about to be killed by Zhishen's fists, another white light rose from Zhao Ran's waist. Zhishen's fists hit the white light like cotton wool, but had no effect at all.
Zhishen was filled with surprise and uncertainty. He seemed to be reckless and impulsive on weekdays, but he was actually the most cautious when fighting. Seeing that the situation was different, he immediately remembered the words of the abbot's senior brother, "The murderer may have a back-up plan," so he did not dare to make a mistake.
, took two steps back, his whole body's mana surged, and his monk's robes fluttered. This monk's treasure is made of Kunlun Heavenly Silk, and has good defensive power. After being penetrated by mana, it can withstand the attacks of the first-level Taoist masters.
A master's full blow is the defensive weapon he relies on most.
He was fully prepared to resist, and he held up the rosary on his wrist, leaving a backhand for counterattack. Then he looked at the white light floating in front of Zhao Ran, and saw that the white light had turned into a Buddha statue, and he was staring at it intently.
Hold yourself.
The face of the Buddha statue shows the terrifying signs of life, old age, illness and death. There are words in his mouth. The sound of Sanskrit singing is drumming in Zhishen's ears. The sound is high and low, as if he is far away in the horizon, but as if he is right in front of his ears.
"The law of action is true, destruction and destruction are true, the cycle of life and death, the fear of cause and effect..."
The monk's robes worn by Zen Master Zhishen had no problem resisting spells and violent attacks, but they had no effect on this kind of damage to consciousness. He saw the face of the Buddha statue changing in thousands of ways, as if it became more and more like himself, and the mantras he sang became more and more like him.
The louder it sounded, it seemed to explode deep in his heart, and his eyelids slowly became heavy. He just wanted to fall to the ground and sleep peacefully, forgetting everything in the past. (To be continued...)