Chapter 784 Demonic fire refines the lunatic monk!
Buzz!
The cattail leaf fan was gently swayed, and an invisible energy seemed to blow all the sound waves back.
"puff!"
The sound waves rolled back, and Jiang Xiaobai felt his eyesight go black, and blood spurted out from the pores all over his body, almost exploding on the spot!
"careful!"
Wang Liu and others reacted equally quickly, rushing out almost as soon as the crowd changed.
But just like Jiang Xiaobai, his energy was reversed and he fell back to where he was.
"Um?!"
In the shadows, Jiang Xiazi's expression tightened, and he involuntarily took a few steps back. He and Yan Longxing were forced to the street.
"Is there anyone else?"
Huang Hu was startled when he saw these two people, but he had no time to pay attention. He only stared at the mysterious person who appeared after the crowd receded.
Master!
Great master!
The monk's clothes are torn with bamboo sticks and mango shoes, and a wine gourd hangs around his waist. His hair is scattered on his face, and he doesn't know whether he is laughing or crying.
The slovenly old monk just stood on the street. An indescribable energy spread, and everyone couldn't help but stop their movements.
Even Yan Longxing, who had already pressed the hilt of the sword, couldn't help but feel shocked and let go of the hilt...
"Crazy monk?!"
Hearing the old laughter, not only Wang Liu, Huang Hu, Jiang Xiaobai, but also Jiang Xiazi, who had collected intelligence from past masters, their eyelids jumped as they recognized the person.
Otherwise, this kind of dress and appearance are really too distinctive!
The Mad Monk lived more than a thousand years ago and was one of the most famous monks after Bodhidharma.
Unlike other eminent monks, this great monk, who is also known as the Mad Monk, has lived in the world of mortals all his life. Although his martial arts are mediocre, his magical powers are very good.
There are many folk legends about him. In the ordinary world, his reputation is even greater than that of Bodhidharma of Zen Buddhism.
"The methods of these little boys are so ruthless!"
Wearing a pair of broken straw sandals, the old monk looked at everyone with half-squinted eyes. His gaze was on Yanlongxing. Jiang Xiazi paused, with a touch of disappointment in his tone:
"You guys shouldn't have come..."
Can communicate?
Wang Liu's heart moved slightly, he held down Jiang Xiaobai's arm, cupped his fists and bowed:
"Junior Wang Liu, I would like to pay my respects to my senior. I wonder how he is doing..."
As soon as he opened his mouth, Huang Hu and others fell silent and allowed him to test. However, the old monk didn't say anything. He just put the cattail leaf fan away from his waist and turned around unsteadily:
"Now that you're here, let's all follow the monk..."
Everyone looked at each other, distanced themselves from Jiang Xiazi, and followed after a slight hesitation.
Jiang Xiaobai walked at the end. With his peripheral vision, he saw that the eyes of the people around him were full of fear, anger and anxiety, as if they were really living people.
But with the "Horse Face" rank figure, he didn't know why there was no "anger" in these so-called people.
But unfortunately, it's not a ghost...
'I hope the prince will come here soon. I'm afraid we can't fix this ghost place...'
Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Jiang Xiaobai felt fear and urgency in his heart.
Once you enter this city, you cannot leave at all...
"In the end what happened?"
Looking at the familiar people passing by on the street from time to time, Huang Hu's knuckles turned white when he pinched them, but he had no choice but to press down.
In the past day, he tried many times. These seemingly normal villagers would disappear immediately as long as they touched him.
The two groups of people followed the old monk with their own thoughts, and fell into a strange calm.
"Crazy monk..."
Wang Liu touched the back of his head from time to time. He was on high alert. As he walked, he suddenly realized something was wrong.
He had walked through this street several times. Not only was he very familiar with it, but he also kept the general layout in mind. However, as he walked this time, the surrounding environment became extremely unfamiliar.
And the hairstyles, clothes, and even the accents of those pedestrians who were still walking in the night rain gradually became very strange...
"arrive!"
Just when several people couldn't hold it any longer, the slovenly old monk suddenly stopped, and in front of him was an ancient temple.
A temple built in a bustling city!
"Jinshan Temple, you..."
Recognizing the ancient inscriptions in front of the temple, Wang Liu finally couldn't help it. He shook his sleeves and said in a deep voice:
"who are you?!"
Click!
He exerted force under his feet, and the stone slab cracked. Huang Hu, Jiang Xiaobai, and the masters from the Supervision Department and Demon Slaying Department behind him also drew their swords one after another, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
"Don't you know who the monk is?"
The old monk smiled and untied the wine gourd, and even drank a few sips before entering the temple. He casually found a big tree to lean against:
"Everyone in the world calls me monk and crazy monk. If you like, just follow suit."
"you really……"
Wang Liu still wanted to speak, but Huang Hu was already one step ahead:
"Where have the folks in this city gone?"
"They are all dead..."
With a long sigh, the old monk seemed to be crying and drinking with a smile:
"The monk failed to save them, failed..."
"Dead, dead?! Who killed them?!"
Even though he had expected it, Huang Hu couldn't help but feel depressed after hearing these words, and his murderous aura suddenly rose:
"who is it?!"
His eyes turned red, and he was about to attack him, but Wang Liu and Jiang Xiaobai did not stop him, but silently activated their magical powers.
In the erratic rain and mist, there seemed to be a pair of shadowy figures with bull heads and horse faces emerging side by side in the night.
"Ox head, horse face... who killed them, who killed them..."
The old monk burped and suddenly pointed outside the city:
"Boys, do you see this?"
"Um?!"
He suddenly pointed, and everyone else's expressions couldn't help but change, because no matter what they thought in their hearts, whether they wanted to look back or not,
But everyone couldn't help but turn around, including Yan Longxing, who was filled with evil spirits!
Zheng!
The subtle sound of the sword cut through the invisible energy, but Yan Longxing still turned around because he caught a glimpse of fire.
Outside the rainy night, the fire is blazing, like the tide and the sea, from far to near...
More than one place!
The moment the firelight came into view, everyone looked around. At this sight, their hearts sank.
Outside the rainy night, dots of firelight have emerged, not just from all directions, but from all directions!
Huang Hu lowered his head, and across the thick stone ground, he seemed to be aware of the hot flames...
This is……
Everyone looked at each other in confusion, and all of them remembered the widely circulated folk legend related to this insane monk:
"Fire, fire...Eight Demons Refining the Mad Monk?!"
"Wrong, wrong...it turns out that the monk is practicing the Eight Demons..."
The old monk sitting leaning against the tree burped again and said with a complicated expression:
"Back then, the monk was expelled by the master of the temple and wandered around the world. When he was half drunk and half awake, he also did some things like giving medicine to help the poor..."
The old monk spoke slowly.
His divine will was so powerful that everyone present, including Jiang Xiazi and Yan Longxing, who had achieved many years of success in the Ten Capitals, could not help but be frightened by his words and fell to the ground to listen to his words.
More than a thousand years ago, Gaojia destroyed the Tang Dynasty, and the world was in chaos for hundreds of years. In the chaotic times, various countries competed for supremacy, and many evildoers also spawned.
The crazy monk was born in a turbulent year. He saw a lot of suffering among the people, and he didn't like the monks in the temple who only abided by strict rules and chanted sutras, so he left the temple.
"Perhaps it was hundreds of years of fighting. Too many people died in the world. In just three hundred years, nine Dao Fruits were born..."
Speaking of this, the old monk's words were filled with solemnity and confusion, but Huang Hu and others didn't pay much attention.
Because in this world, there are more than nine Dao Fruits born in ten years...
Until the last sentence...
"Nine, demonic fruits?!"
When he said this, not to mention Huang Hu and others, even Yan Longxing couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat.
The five categories of Tao and Fruit are not without causes.
According to legend, its origins originated from ancient times, from immortals and Buddhas to demons. It is not derogatory or superior, but its rituals are all harmful to all spirits and other people.
Demonic Dao Fruits are very rare, but they are also extremely dangerous!
Over the past three thousand years, very few demons have been born, but all of them have left deep traces in the history books.
Like a drought demon, like a plague demon, like a dark demon, like a Rakshasa...
At the same time, nine great demons were born. This was simply terrifying!
You know, after Gao Jia, until the emergence of the sloppy Taoist, martial arts declined for hundreds of years, and there were very few great masters!
"...Those nine great demons are not just ordinary people. They rely on their magical powers to harm all people. Sometimes they massacre an entire city, and sometimes they kill an entire city. They cause widespread resentment among the people of the world, but they are unable to do anything about it..."
The old monk fell into memories, with a complicated expression on his face that could not tell whether he was crying or laughing:
"The monk fought with them for many years. In the end, it was the senior brother who lured away the great demon 'Lord of the Qiankun Cave'.
Later, the monk ordered the remaining eight demons to be led to Jinshan Temple and burned them with Buddha fire..."
"Could something go wrong?"
Almost all of the people were attracted by the words. Even Huang Hu, who had been murderous before, also calmed down.
"No, there were no twists and turns... The monk went very smoothly, attracting the eight demons, and using their mutual magical powers to restrain them, he completely burned them out..."
After shaking the wine gourd, the old monk took out the cattail leaf fan and shook it:
"At first, everything went smoothly. Under the fire, the eight demons were burned cleanly, leaving nothing behind..."
"What about this fire?"
Jiang Xiaobai, who was hurt by himself and vomited blood, couldn't help but ask at this moment, because while the few people were talking, the fire outside the rainy night was getting closer and closer.
The light rain has not stopped until now, and you can feel the heat approaching.
"The demon subjugation went smoothly, but the mistake was that the monk did not want the eight demonic Dao fruits to be leaked, so before the eight demons died, he had the idea of suppressing the Dao fruits as well..."
Boom!
A muffled thunder-like explosion came from afar. It was the city wall that was collapsing. Several miles away, everyone could see the billowing smoke and dust.
"Old monk, you talk too much!"
With a divine sword in his hand, Yan Longxing finally became impatient.
He had no specific purpose here, he just wanted to try to see if he could find any information related to the 'Xuan Gong Realm' in this piece of cosmic light.
I don't want to be here to listen to this old bald donkey's constant chatter.
"The magical power of attacking is rare in the world."
Looking at Yan Longxing lightly, the old monk shook his head slightly:
"If you want to leave, just do it yourself, the monk will not keep you..."
"Brother Yan, please be patient and don't be impatient."
As if he had thought of something, Jiang Xiazi persuaded Yan Longxing to stop and said instead:
"It is indeed remarkable that the master can suppress the eight great masters of supernatural power by himself, but the reason why you are in trouble is because something unexpected happened while suppressing the Tao Fruit?"
"good."
The old monk nodded and said calmly:
"It is true that Daoguo cannot be suppressed by human power. The Buddha's fire came back and burned the monk himself to death..."
"At this moment, who is setting fire to the city?"
At this time, no one could sit still, the ground became hot, the surrounding vegetation turned yellow, and the fire seemed to be breaking through the rain and fog.
"Yes, Dao ghost!"
The speaker was Jiang Xiazi. Looking at the sea of fire that lit up the hall, he spoke very fast:
"The first step of the four steps of Taoism is to surrender one's heart. This heart is the will of the previous master of supernatural power, and it also has the invisible power of heaven and earth...
The master of magical power dies, but before the new master emerges, if someone forcibly refines the Tao Fruit, it is very likely to create a Tao ghost!"
Dao ghost?!
Huang Hu and others were hesitant and did not trust the words of this strange master.
But the old monk looked at him in surprise and nodded:
"The name Dao ghost is quite appropriate. These eight demons emerged from the Dao fruit, and they were far more ferocious than when they were still alive. The monk could not surrender, but was trapped in the temple, burning one day at a time..."
"Master, stop talking nonsense!"
Seeing that he was still swallowing slowly, Jiang Xiazi couldn't help it anymore:
"They are already entering the city!"
Woohoo wow wow!
The raging sea of fire burned the city, and accompanied by the sound of ghosts crying and wolf howling, large areas of water vapor also steamed up.
The rain and fog that shrouded the whole city were completely burned away at this moment!
"Roar!"
The fire rushed into the city like a tide. Wherever the rolling heat wave passed, houses, pedestrians, trees, flowers and plants were turned into ashes!
Its power was so terrifying that the hearts of everyone in front of the temple could not help but beat wildly.
"Living Buddha?"
"Grandmaster!"
Beads of sweat kept falling down, and Wang Liu and others' faces turned blue.
The black iron sword he threw lasted less than half a cup of tea before it evaporated!
"Amitabha!"
Until then, the old monk was sitting cross-legged, with one hand on his chest and the other hand shaking the cattail leaf fan:
"These eight demons hide in the sea of fire. They are invisible and have no form. They can also activate magical powers before they happen. They are very powerful..."
Buzz~
Buzz~
Buzz~
As the cattail leaf fan shook, large swaths of golden light rushed in all directions like waterfalls. This light seemed to have the ability to control the flames.
In an instant, everyone felt that the temperature around them dropped sharply and the firelight dimmed.
But before everyone could be surprised, in the lingering flames, there seemed to be hideous ghosts emerging, looking at everyone with hatred and ferociousness,
In other words, it was the shadows of ghosts and gods that appeared unconsciously behind Wang Liu and Jiang Xiaobai.
"Although it is great to have an ox-headed horse and a horse-faced face, your skills are so poor that you cannot conquer them..."
In just a few moments, the old monk was extremely exhausted.
But he was still swinging the cattail leaf fan. At the same time, he reached into his arms with his other hand, rubbed it for a while, pinched out two irregular 'elixirs' of different sizes, and stuffed them in with lightning speed.
In the mouths of Wang Liu and Jiang Xiaobai.
"you?!"
The two of them were stunned when they heard a roar, were swept away by the golden light, and fell into the sea of fire:
"Let's go! Leave here. When you are promoted to the Tenth Capital and your supernatural powers are perfected, it won't be too late to come here to succumb to demons!"
"Old bald donkey, how dare you?!"
Seeing this scene, Huang Hu's expression changed drastically, and Yan Longxing became even more furious. He slashed his sword across the air and struck Jiang Xiaobai, who was about to fall into the sea of fire. Wang Liu said:
"stay!"
After a moment, the others came back to their senses. Looking at the fire surging in all directions, their expressions changed.
"Amitabha!"
The old monk chanted the Buddha's name softly, and with a movement of his body, he was already blocking the place where the sword light must pass. However, he did not avoid or dodge, he just clasped his hands together and let the sword light hit him:
"The monk is unable to save everyone, so please forgive me..."
Zheng!
This sword failed to cut down after all.
"Old bald donkey!"
Yan Longxing's face turned blue, but he also knew that this old monk was the key to suppressing the sea of fire. If he died, the sea of fire would surely increase tenfold.
But he had no intention of staying any longer. He glanced at Jiang Xiazi coldly, turned around, wielded his sword, and rushed out of the sea of fire.
Not long after, the sound of swords and roars came from the sea of fire.
"Amitabha, good, good..."
The old monk fell weakly to the ground and looked at the people behind him apologetically:
"The monk is powerless and can only accompany you all to suffer the pain of this burning fire..."
"Master...is there no other way?"
Seeing the fire getting closer and closer, no one could remain calm anymore, Jiang Xiazi's face turned blue.
"There is no other way..."
The old monk sighed:
"This fire is a mixture of the monk's magical fire and the eight demons' magical fire. Even a body beaten with fine gold cannot withstand it..."
"What if we kill these eight demons?"
Huang Hu took a deep breath and suppressed the boiling in his heart.
The collision in the firelight was still very fierce, and the unknown swordsman was so good that he still insisted on fighting.
"His magical powers are not bad, but it's a pity that they are not ghosts and gods... These eight demons are no longer human. Even if Bodhidharma is reborn and Lu Chen is not dead, I'm afraid..."
The old monk's aura faded and the golden light dimmed. When he clasped his hands together again and wanted to express his apology, his heart suddenly moved and he raised his head suddenly.
Under the blazing flames, everyone was already in despair. Suddenly, they saw something strange on his face. They couldn't help but look up, but they heard an eagle cry coming from nowhere.
Then, a stream of light penetrated the night, like thunder falling, like a shooting star, and in just a moment, it was carried by the biting cold wind and fell into the sea of fire!
"Four Symbols and Arrows of God's Will?!"
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