Contrary to the expectations of the monks, Lingding Monk turned out to be an old acquaintance with the True Shura from the Nine Heavens.
Judging from the tone of the conversation between the two, it was not a year-end friendship, but a kind of equal relationship.
The key is that Luo Xiuzhen is older than Lingding Monk, but he still respectfully calls him "boss".
If there are still people from the past, for example, the Three Treasures Heavenly Lord is still there, when you hear this title, you can guess the origin of Lingding Monk.
"You are still you, but I have changed beyond recognition."
Monk Lingding sighed, "True Shura, let's do it!"
Luo Xiuzhen shook his head, "Boss, you are back. How can I fight with you? Come with me."
Monk Lingding said, "My body is in Buddhism, my heart is in Lingshan, and I can't leave."
"You are not a bald dog, you are the boss of my true Shura. The world is so big, who dares to stop you?"
Luo Xiuzhen suddenly thought of something and uttered the word reincarnation. Seeing Lingding Monk lowering his head and saying nothing, anger arose in his heart.
This anger suddenly arose and rushed out of the seven orifices in an instant, turning into several ferocious ghost heads in the air.
"Lord Buddha, you old bald dog, I'm going to kill you, get out of here."
The angry shouts shook several ghost heads to pieces on the spot, and the sound wave swept through the inside and outside of Lingshan like a sickle.
The monk was either shocked, frightened or angry, but in the end there was nothing he could do.
The Lord Buddha did not appear, only the lonely monk, with sad eyes, quietly watched Luo Xiuzhen's anger change from high to low until it dissipated. "When you are done getting angry, it's time for you to take action."
Luo Xiuzhen stamped his feet and shouted, "How can I do something to you?"
"Don't fall into Lord Buddha's scheme. I just said that I am not who I am now."
What Lingding Monk meant was that after the six reincarnations, the Lord Buddha controlled everything, and he was no longer the high-spirited Fu Yangmei back then.
At this moment, the invincible True Shura felt powerless.
No matter how terrifying his fighting power is, he is still as helpless as a baby in the face of Lord Buddha's plans.
Luo Xiuzhen thought of the Three Treasures Heavenly Lord and the Concubine Heavenly Girl. Perhaps from the beginning, they had seen their own ending and would die without mercy. Now, it was finally his turn.
"Boss, I'll accompany you."
Lingding Monk raised his beautiful eyebrows, just like before, "Don't be stupid."
Just as Luo Xiuzhen was about to take a step, a figure appeared and knocked him aside.
"Raise your eyebrows."
Yangxian came to the scene, and the moment he saw Lingding Monk, he knew that his time had come.
Outside the court, Shengwen Tian looked at everything in front of him and muttered silently, "Why bother?
As a true immortal, countless years have worn away all memories and emotions, so why can’t I let go of my attachments?
Wufa people say that only by letting go of attachment can one become a Buddha. Could it be that the one thing that is always missing from the gods is the attachment that takes root deep in the soul.
"Master, congratulations on becoming an immortal."
Yang Xianren waved his hand and said, "I won't talk about it anymore. Becoming an immortal is like eating sweet potatoes. They smell good but that's all when you eat them."
Monk Lingding smiled, and he smiled very happily. Many familiar monks on Lingshan recalled the past and found that this monk with beautiful eyebrows had never smiled like this before, as if he was rubbing flowers and sunlight into his smile.
"Master, please retreat. I came from reincarnation, and I know my destiny. I should die alone."
That person is undoubtedly the God of War of the Nine Heavens, the former Luo Xiuzhen, and today's Zhen Xiu Demon.
"Once you enter reincarnation, you can't help it. Please forgive me for being unfilial."
When Monk Lingding said this, a monk from Lingshan Mountain behind him urged him, "Seng Lingding, don't forget your kindness to Buddhism, and don't make fearless lies."
This sentence completely drove him into despair.
"Please ask the immortal to make it happen."
Monk Lingding knelt down in front of Yang Xianren, lowered his head and exposed his neck, gesturing for him to take action.
As long as he dies, all of Lord Buddha's plans will come to nothing.
"Do you know that death will not end the problem, but will lead to reincarnation again, and you will never be able to escape the control of the Lord Buddha."
Yang Xianren picked up his palm and spoke word by word.
"There is no trace of the Six Paths of Reincarnation. I will leave my name on the Tongtian List. I also ask Master to take action as soon as possible."
Yang Xianren nodded, "Excellent."
The palm fell down, covering Lingding and pressed it. In the blink of an eye, an additional name appeared on the list.
However, just as Lingding Monk was dying, a sudden change occurred.
From the place where Lingding Monk disappeared, he suddenly opened his eyes, full of compassion for all living beings, and looked at Xiang Xianren.
"The Buddhist fate given by the Lord Buddha."
On the Lingshan Mountain, a series of exclamations were heard. It turned out that Lingding Monk had been given a name and protection.
After his death, the backhand left behind by Lord Buddha broke out.
The so-called death calamity requires sacrificing one's life to activate it. If there was no Yang Immortal, Luo Xiuzhen would be the one to be hit this time.
Yang Xianren stared at those eyes, not hiding, facing them with a smile, swaying twice, and was hit by the gaze.
The Lingding monk who was reincarnated by Fu Yangmei did not know until his death that he asked his mentor to do something, but instead he harmed him.
"Old Guanzhu."
Luo Xiuzhen stepped forward and wanted to help, but he caught a piece of nothingness, and Yang Xianren completely fell into the world of heaven and earth.
On the Tongtian Ranking, the master and the disciple were on the list one after another, and a past incident came to an end.
"All living beings suffer."
On Lingshan Mountain, an old monk saw this and murmured to himself.
The next moment, Luo Xiuzhen made a backhand and blasted him into the air.
"Shut up, it's all because of you bald dogs that all sentient beings continue to suffer."
At this moment, he truly transformed into Shura Evil, with his eyes full of scarlet, searching Lingshan, looking for the monk who just urged Lingding Monk to die.
"Every one of you bald dogs deserves to go to hell, because the evil spirits are all kinder than you."
An Arhat heard what he said was unpleasant and rushed out of Lingshan Mountain, "True Shura, I'm here to meet you."
Luo Xiuzhen turned around, raised his hand, and five clusters of starlight fell on him. In an instant, he became so powerful that he crushed the Arhat with one kick.
"Is this all you can do? Get out of here. I want there to be no more living show dogs on Lingshan Mountain."
At this time, Monk Liusha walked out from the crowd of monks and said, "True Shura, do you dare to come and kill me?"
Seeing this scene, many monks exclaimed one after another. In their opinion, if there was no accident, Liusha Monk might not be able to withstand the power of Luo Xiuzhen's palm. Luo Xiuzhen looked at him and nodded, "You also have the old bald dog's strength."
Hidden hand?
The so-called hidden hand is the Buddhist fate of the previous Lingding monk, which was used to kill powerful enemies together.
The quicksand monk shook his head, "No."
"Then you go die,"
Luo Xiuzhen took off the small seal on his waist and flew into the air, instantly swelling into a mountain that rivaled the Soul Spirit Mountain.
"Taixu Seal."
The Taixu Seal reappeared and was no longer a commonly used magical weapon among the lower-level disciples of Yunyang Temple. It was wielded by True Shura and had a fierce reputation.
Rumble.
The huge Taixu Seal rushed forward, instantly taking away the Liusha Monk and colliding with the Lingshan Mountain.
At the foot of the mountain, countless ghosts, gods and immortals were shaking, making their ears tremble. There was such a loud movement.
The quicksand monk who bore the brunt of this impact had already been shattered into countless dust particles, with no residue left.
"Young novice monk has come a thousand miles away just to die, so why bother?"
Que Mutian shook her head. For them, the bloodshed up and down the Lingshan Mountain was not enough.