Chapter 66 The Holy Monk Fuerding, Sending You to the West
Zhuo Mengyuan was stunned for a while, then whispered: "Your academic time is too short. Fortunately, you have an expert master who might come to save us..."
Fang Ziqi's shoulders trembled slightly and his head was buried lower.
"Actually... he just left me half a book of medicinal secrets before he left. He said they were passed down from ancestors and were very powerful. Now it seems like nothing more than that."
Zhuo Mengyuan was stunned for a moment, but still forced a smile and said: "It doesn't matter, I have already asked the guards outside for help..."
Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by Zhan You.
"Do you still think that the group of warriors outside can hear it? Even if they hear it, what will happen? Even if they are as strong as Qi Sheng warriors, they are like small insects in the mud and vulnerable to a blow in front of me."
In front of the Buddha statue, the kind-faced man with kind eyes and Dharma wisdom whispered the Buddha's name.
"They all say that we are stupid, but I didn't expect that these human beings are so stupid. The world is in chaos and disasters are everywhere, so how can there be any masters? Even if there are, they are just like dragons, playing games with earthly people, aloof from the common people, how can they be
It’s someone you can meet casually.”
Zhanyou swayed towards the crowd, with the branches and leaves above his head rustling in the black wind.
The believers with dull eyes next to the painting also started painting the wall at the monk's instruction. They only waited for the monk's order to start painting again.
Fang Ziqi raised his head, clenched his fists, and his eyes were filled with guilt and pain.
He took a deep breath, grabbed a handful of powder, and prepared to fight to the death.
Zhuo Mengyuan's face showed a look of despair.
She suddenly remembered that the night she first entered the temple, when she was playing a game of hut, she accidentally fell out of the lottery stick.
‘When a declining tree meets the spring, a lonely boat encounters a strong wind, and there is no one to rely on to set out, and everything is unsuccessful...
… Not only is everything going wrong, it’s clear that we are in a desperate situation!
What should we do now? Should we sit back and wait for death...'
call!
A strong wind suddenly blew in the hall.
He blew out the oil lamp in front of the Buddha.
The moonlight passed through the window lattice and fell into the main hall. It also cast the reflections of the monks on the open space in the center in front of the Buddha.
Some are tall and some are short, some are fat and some are thin, but none of them have the shape of a human being. They are all strange trees and plants in the mountains.
However, at the next moment, a human-shaped shadow inserted very abruptly.
Fang Ziqi, Zhuo Mengyuan, Zhao Haizhou and others followed the sound and looked up into the air, and were all stunned.
I saw a person floating towards me under the icy rainbow-like moonlight.
The white robe that is not stained by light dust is swaying in the wind.
It's like banishing an immortal to the mortal world by mistake.
"Amitabha……"
Before the man's call to the Buddha's trumpet could even finish, Zhanyou emerged from the ground with a giant Polygonum multiflorum on his head.
The huge branches and leaves growing out of the root of Polygonum multiflorum are surrounded by the black wind, blowing up flying sand and rocks, like a bloody mouth full of fangs.
As the man twisted his body in mid-air.
The smooth and shiny bald head and fair and handsome face were finally lifted out of the shadows.
exposed to the public.
Zhuo Mengyuan was stunned: "Yichen?"
After being briefly surprised, Fang Ziqi reacted and shouted: "Be careful of monsters!"
What responded to him was Zhou Yi's warm smile and a slender white palm falling from the sky.
"Good."
Zhou Yi once again circulated the health-preserving power dispersed among the meridians of the heaven and earth.
It's like summoning the dragons hiding in the rivers, lakes and seas, gathering them in the palm of your hand, and rushing out!
This power did not dissipate after leaving the body. Instead, it followed Zhou Yi's mind and hit wherever it pointed.
It is neither Qi in martial arts nor techniques in martial arts. It is completely natural and unpredictable.
The roots on Zhanyou's head suddenly stood up, like a string of exclamation marks.
He had never encountered such a strange and terrifying power. In panic, he instinctively bent down and tried to escape.
Bang!
The health-preserving power surged through the air, crushing Zhanyou's Polygonum multiflorum head into powder and flying in all directions.
Only half of the human body was left, shaking on the spot, and then fell to the ground.
"My Buddha is compassionate."
Zhou Yi landed smoothly, looked at the Polygonum multiflorum powder scattered on the floor, touched his head, and said with regret: "What a pity."
Polygonum multiflorum is a good medicine for hair growth.
Not to mention the Polygonum multiflorum that has become sperm!
Now he has broken it into powder. Even if he gathers it up later, he will still lose half of it.
Seeing Zhan You being killed, the monks in the temple did not choose to escape.
After all, among them, Zhan You has the shortest age and the lowest level of cultivation.
The kindness and compassion of the day faded from their faces.
One by one, their fierce looks were revealed, and they suddenly showed their true colors, showing off their abilities, leaping and leaping towards Zhou Yi.
Compared with human warriors, their strength is roughly between the first and second stages of Qi Sense, and some are slightly higher than those in the second stage.
In addition, they also have different skills.
For example, the ginseng essence can come and go without a trace for hundreds of years.
Cizhujing's technique of changing the length of his hands and legs.
The stone monster's hard and difficult defense technique.
Compared to human warriors of the same level, they are far superior.
"Dang Ming, why don't you come out of seclusion? Do you really want me to kill the evil monks like you in the temple?"
Zhou Yi's face was calm, neither sad nor happy. He sighed softly and raised the wind in his palm, covering the spirits coming from all directions.
Until tonight, he once again realized how mysterious the "health-preserving power" brought by the green smoke was.
Although it is not like a big move like "Earth Immortal Sword Qi", it can be invincible, kill gods when encountering, and kill monsters when encountering.
But the advantage lies in the creation of the human body, which can not only imitate the effect of martial arts energy leaving the body and hurting people, but also possess the spirituality of magic.
At this moment, Zhou Yi didn't need to see with his eyes or listen with his ears.
Just relying on this health-preserving power that travels around the body, one can judge the coming and coming attacks of spirits in advance.
He stood in a square inch of land, with his left hand holding a salute in front of his chest, and his right hand holding flowers in front of a Buddha.
In the eyes of the "monks" and the princes of the county, the young monk in the center of the hall barely moved his feet, his head was lowered, and his eyes were slightly closed. However, every time he sent out a palm, he could hit a monster.
After that, those spirits will collapse on the spot, turn into powder, and scatter under the moon.
The holy monk caressed your head and sent you to the west.
In the blink of an eye, most of the dozens of monks transformed by spirits were scattered under Zhou Yi's palm.
There were less than ten remaining spirits. Under the leadership of Fa Zhi and Fa Xin, they retreated to the base of the west wall of the hall and stood in a group.
They looked at Zhou Yi with particularly complicated eyes.
Faxin asked in a cold voice: "Are you... a real monk?"
The originally kind-hearted Dharma Wisdom showed a ferocious face and sneered: "Everything we do is to revitalize Yeguo Temple and make Buddhism great! Even if you are a true monk and ruin my Buddha's revival plan, you are still a sinner! You should be the Buddha
Apologize before you! You will also go to hell after death!"
Before Zhou Yi could speak, Zhuo Mengyuan fell to her knees on the ground with a plop, and kowtowed to Zhou Yi repeatedly with tears in her eyes.
"We ordinary people, born with human eyes, do not recognize the dharma body of the master. We have offended you many times before, so please forgive me! My brother Saburo is an honest man, and he is usually eager to do justice and justice, but he was imprisoned in the painting by these monsters.
, I endure the punishment of being bitten by snakes day and night, and I still hope that the master will save me."
Fang Ziqi, Zhao Mengzhou and others also knelt down and saluted, begging Zhou Yi to save Zhuo Sanlang.
Until this moment, they were still a little dazed and their eyes were full of trance.
Who would have thought that the traveling monk Yichen would be playing nonsense with them along the way.