The heavens start from Maoshan

Chapter 221

"This golden bowl!"

Zhang Heng narrowed his eyes slightly.

The purple gold alms bowl in Fa Hai's hand can actually exile the attack that hits him into the six realms of reincarnation. This is the first time he has seen such a magic weapon, and it is an eye-opener.

I just don't know whether the Hungry Ghost Path opened by Fahai with the purple gold bowl can only divert the attack, or is it a real passage leading to the six realms.

If it is the latter, is it possible to exile people to purgatory, or to go to the world they want to go directly with the help of the six paths of reincarnation.

"It shouldn't be that powerful, otherwise the magic weapon of this level would not be kept in the lower realm."

The world of Liaozhai is just a small world.

The purple gold bowl is said to be the treasure of the Jinshan Temple, it must be powerful, but Zhang Heng is the first to not believe it can freely travel through the six realms of reincarnation.

"Fahai, you concentrate on dealing with the two old monks, and leave the rest to me."

The enemy is now, not the time to think wildly.

Zhang Heng regained his composure and began to share the pressure for Fa Hai.

"it is good!"

As soon as the cassock came out, it covered everyone, and Fa Hai couldn't take it anymore.

Now with Zhang Heng's order, he immediately removed part of the cassocks, released all the monks, and concentrated on dealing with the two holy monks.

"This"

Accompanied by a repulsion.

The monks came to their senses and found that they had returned to the Lifo Temple.

Looking again, there was no sign of the two holy monks, only Zhang Heng standing there alone.

"Sword formation!"

With a big wave of Zhang Heng's hand, the flying sword took the place of the cassock and took a photo on his head.

These monks in Wutai Mountain also have real talents and learning, and they didn't panic when they saw the sword circle fall, but told the people around them: "Everyone, don't panic, the battlefield has been divided. After we capture this man, we will go find the two saints." Monk's whereabouts."

"Catch me, what a big tone!"

Zhang Heng urged the sword art.

Each flying sword is like a wave, and countless waves form a huge wave and rush towards everyone.

"So I heard that at one time, the Buddha was in the lonely garden of Zhishu in the country of Sravasti, and there were thousands of 250 monks together."

The monks crossed their knees on the ground, their voices and consciousness merged into an upside-down golden bell.

The sword waves slapped on the golden bell, and the golden bell vibrated, like a flat boat floating on the sea, as if it would be buried in the bottom of the sea at any time, but it was so close.

"Still struggling!"

Zhang Heng was not impatient, and said coldly, "See how long you can last!"

Whoosh whoosh.
Thousands of flying swords danced around the golden bell, like a tornado, bit by bit killing everyone's energy.

"puff!"

Among the monks, everyone's cultivation level is also uneven.

After persisting for a while, some young monks couldn't hold on at first, bleeding from their mouths and noses, in a trance, and fell to the ground one after another.

When the others saw it, they hurriedly protected the fainted man behind them, and said plausibly: "Everyone hold on, the demon is gone."

"I can not make it?"

Zhang Heng was a little dazed.

He was carrying a elixir to supplement mana, and it would not be a problem to consume it for three to five days, so why not.

It's like playing chicken, calling people crippled when they see them, and killing them is not worth their lives.

"This tortoise shell is hard enough."

Although Zhang Heng feels good about himself.

But there is one thing he has to admit, the body-protecting golden bell supported by the monks' joint efforts is indeed amazing in defense, even if he swirls around with flying swords, there is no sign of breaking it so far.

"A battle of contradictions!"

Seeing that the crowd couldn't shrink back, Zhang Heng stopped being polite, and began to fight with his sword, muttering: "One step is thunder, two steps are water flow, three steps are thunder and fire, four steps are thunderbolts, and people are sweeping away evil spirits." , people drive away the evil dragon, the star gang has arrived, and I will fight with evil."

A word of thunder came.

As soon as he said it, a blue thunder as thick as a bucket fell from the sky and hit the golden bell hard.

All of a sudden, all the monks under the golden bell vomited blood, thanks to the young monks, if the seventy and eighty-year-old monks were to come, there would be no life in just this one blow.

Ding Ding Ding.
The moment the golden bell broke, there were countless flying swords to meet him.

At a glance, the two swords are crossed together to form an X shape, and they are placed on the monks. If you move a little, you will be injured by the sword energy on the blade.

"It's done."

Zhang Heng clapped his hands.

Now, he is also a great human cultivator in the late stage of returning to the void, and he has long been used to fighting at higher levels, not to mention the returning to the void, even in Hedao, there are not many people who can be his opponents.

Facing this group of silver guns and wax heads who are refining Qi and transforming gods and refining gods to fight against emptiness, it is too modest to hit ten, and it is necessary to hit a hundred.

"Majestic Heavenly Dragon, World Honored One Ksitigarbha, Vajra Buddhas, Dharma protectors of all living beings."

After two sticks of incense.

Fa Hai appeared in front of Zhang Hengming.

Zhang Heng looked up and found that there was faint blood on the corner of his mouth, but he was indeed in good spirits.

"Fortunately not humiliated."

Facing Zhang Heng's eyes, Fa Hai couldn't help being happy: "In the two-on-one contest, the two have already lost to me."

Then, he picked up the purple gold bowl and showed it to Zhang Heng: "It's inside."

Zhang Heng cared more about Yan Chixia than the Great Monk on Mount Wutai: "Have you heard about Hero Yan?"

Speaking of Yan Chixia, Fa Hai couldn't stop laughing, and said in a deep voice, "I've already asked. Hero Yan quickly disappeared without a trace after entering the Western Wilderness. They don't know that Hero Yan Where did you go?"

"Really missing?"

Zhang Heng frowned slightly.

He would rather that Yan Chixia was arrested by the three monks of Wutai Mountain than that he disappeared for nothing.

After all, the monks of Mount Wutai are in their hands now, if Yan Chixia is caught and waits for the hostage exchange, it will be fine.

Disappearance is different.

It's been a month, and there is no news. Who knows where he went, whether he was stuck in a secret place and couldn't get out.

"What about these people?"

Zhang Heng glanced at the monks again.

"Leave it to me. I am going to take them back to Jinshan Temple to cleanse their hearts. When these people understand right and wrong, I will release them."

Although Fa Hai could not understand what Mount Wutai did.

But he was born in Buddhism after all, and he didn't want to kill everyone with a knife.

So he slapped his head, then his butt, and with it, he brought everyone back.

Jinshan Temple is his site, and he just took people back to make improvements.

"Since you have an idea, just do what you want."

"However, here, Lifo Temple is a royal temple. We are here to fight against people from Wutai Mountain. I'm afraid we can't hide it from those who are interested. It's better to leave quickly."

Right now the capital is a mixed bag.

Not to mention far away, Purdue Cihang alone has the strength no less than the three monks working together.

Zhang Heng knew very well that Zen Master Guijie died in a muddleheaded way. If he didn't die, one-on-two would become one-on-three, and Fahai would most likely lose.

"It's better to keep a low profile at the foot of the imperial city, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble."

Fahai is also a person who listens to advice.

With Zhang Heng's greeting, he immediately took away the crowd with a golden bowl, and took advantage of the night to return to Tianqiguan,
the next day.

Early in the morning, Fahai left.

He wants to go back to Jinshan Temple to hold a Buddhist meeting, and persuade the temples below to give up the idea of ​​recreating the scenery of Nanliang.

Of course, it's hard.

But Zhang Heng has confidence in Fa Hai, because no matter what time comes, he must speak with his strength.

Obviously, Fa Hai is the one who holds the fist of truth. The holy monk of Mount Wutai lost to him in two-on-one. Needless to say, it will definitely cause a sensation outside.

If there is no accident, Fa Hai will get the title of the number one master of Buddhism. As for whether Fa Hai is the number one master of Buddhism in private, how to put it, even if he is not the number one, he is still among the most powerful.

One-on-one, Zhang Heng feels that in the world of Liaozhai, there are very few people who will be his opponents. After the immediate task is over, it is time to think about how to ascend.

"It's changed, the wind direction has changed!"

Another few days.

At noon, Fu Tianchou happily came to see Zhang Heng, accompanied by Mr. Frog.

"What changed?"

"The tone has changed, one is on the ground and the other is in the sky."

Fu Tianchou and the two entered the door with excitement on their faces: "Now it is rumored that Zen Master Fahai of Jinshan Temple wants to rectify the Buddhist ethos and strictly forbids his disciples to interfere with the change of the dynasty. Affected by this, the aristocratic families have also begun to waver, and even the frog The Duke was a blessing in disguise, and was discussed by the ministers to restore the title."

Zhang Heng looked at Mr. Frog.

Mr. Frog smiled happily. As the most loyal monster to the court, Mr. Frog's request is very simple, that is, to rest with the country.

Restoring the deprived title is only the first step, and the second step is to eliminate the evil in the court.

He believes that as long as there are no treacherous people in the court, and the aristocratic family does not hold back, there is still hope for the Dasong Dynasty.

"By the way, why haven't you seen Mr. Zhuge?"

Zhuge Wolong, Fu Tianchou, and Frog Gong were inseparable during this period of time, sleeping with their feet on their feet.

Today, only Fu Tianchou and Mr. Frog came to the door. What the hell, the boat of friendship capsized.

"It's also interesting to say."

Frog Lord accepted the topic and said with a smile: "Two elders from the Zhuge family have come, saying that the elders have long been dissatisfied with the current head of the family, Zhuge Qing, and hope that Zhuge Wolong will go back to take over the position of the head of the family and preside over the overall situation."

"Even the reason is ready-made. Zhuge Qing sacrificed to refine the Bagua map of Marquis Wu, and was backlashed by it. He was seriously injured and needed to hand over power."

"Of course, Zhuge Qing suffered backlash because of the Eight Diagrams Sacrifice, but the aftereffect of the backlash is not that great at all. Looking for it is nothing more than seven words: find a suitable reason."

"That's it!"

Zhang Heng has come to understand.

The reason is like a fig leaf, just cover it up when necessary, so that the upper position will not appear abrupt, and the children in the clan will be more acceptable.

But after figuring this out, Zhang Heng was still a little puzzled, and couldn't help asking: "The east wind was blowing last night, and the south wind just blew tonight. Why, those people are eager to bet, and they are not afraid to bet." lost?"

"Whether you win or lose, there is room for manipulation."

"Looking at it now, Zhuge Qing was seriously injured, unable to handle government affairs, and needed personal help."

"Actually, if the east wind overwhelms the west wind and Zhuge Qing takes over again, let me just say that they are all self-assertive, and they will be fine here. At most, they will lock up Fu Tianchou again, no matter what it is, it will not be a loss. .”

Zhang Heng thought for a while.

That's really the case, Fu Tianchou has benefited from the same line, Zhuge Wolong is naturally the best choice for the master.

I believe that with Fu Tianchou and Qing Gong around, it will be relatively easy to award rewards in the future.

on the contrary.

The east prevails against the west wind, and Zhuge Qing is the head of the family.

This is a ruthless man who can put his own brother in a water prison, and his acting skills are also high. It is not easy to say that Zhuge Wolong's superiority is rebellion.

"One with a red face and one with a black face, these two brothers are very interesting."

Zhang Heng didn't say who is red-faced and who is black-faced, but everyone can guess.

Even when Zhang Heng wanted to come, there were probably not a few families who played this kind of manual operation. After all, businessmen would not put all their eggs in one basket.

"Don't talk about Mr. Zhuge, talk about me."

Fu Tianchou said flatteredly: "Now the world is difficult, it's because of the inaction of Buddhism and Taoism, and the decline of the appeal of the central government."

"Now the instigator of Wutai Mountain is silent, and Feng Shui turns, and it's time for us to look up."

"I'm going to secretly contact people from aristocratic families. They are all smart people. I believe they know how to choose."

knowledge?

Zhang Heng frowned slightly.

The aristocratic family knows it, and the Buddhism knows it too, but there is one person who probably doesn't know it.

Devouring the dragon energy of the dynasty and transforming into a dragon, this is the long-cherished wish of Pudu Cihang, a thousand-year-old centipede spirit.

Now suddenly tell him that Buddhism will not help you anymore, so you give up, it's over.

It's strange that Purdue Cihang can give up.

He was already on the verge of an arrow, and had no choice but to send it.

Whether you know it or not, you will still do what you have to do, unless you kill him.

"What did you think of?"

Seeing Zhang Heng's brow furrowed tightly, Mr. Frog couldn't help asking from the side.

"I want to save Cihang."

Zhang Heng didn't mean to hide it, and said, "Our country protector is born as a monster. If he didn't hit it off right away, how could he be the vanguard of Buddhism."

"Believe me, he must have received the news, and I assure you, he will not stop, he will only become more frenzied, for example"

For example, Zhang Heng didn't say anything.

Because he is someone who has seen the movie, in A Chinese Ghost Story 2, in order to consolidate his position, Pudu Cihang let his little demons swallow the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty.

Now do it again, presumably the result will not change.

Moreover, he heard from Fahai that after Pudu Cihang became the protector of the country, he recruited many soldiers.

Since the death of the Black Mountain old demon, the group of demons under him has become a piece of scattered sand.

Purdue Cihang raised his arms and called out, the followers were like clouds.

He is now Zhao Kuangyin on Chenqiao. Many things can not be done by himself, and it depends on whether others agree or not.

Otherwise, betrayal of relatives and relatives will be unavoidable. In these days, it is said how high a master can be, and he can kill all the people in the world with one thought, can he do it?
Can't do it.

So, one hero and three gangs is the last word.

It won't last long to run a single gang and live alone. Qin Hui in the biography of a treacherous minister has three friends. If he comes out to hang out, he can't even be inferior to him.

"Purdue Cihang!"

Hearing this name, Frog Man's face also turned cold.

He is a great monster who followed Zhao Taizu to join the army, and he was considered to have made great military exploits back then.

But in Pudu Cihang's body, the frog man suffered a lot, not to mention the distance, he helped attract firepower a few days ago, he ran, Pudu Cihang chased him, and lost the shoes he was chasing.

Fortunately, Zhuge Wolong was present, otherwise, this little life would have to be accounted for.

"After the Buddhist sect withdraws, there is no need to worry about the aristocratic family."

"The people in the aristocratic family are all scumbags. If you have milk, you are a mother. They are definitely not willing to work hard on their own."

"Only Pudu Cihang in this iron triangle is a diehard. I'm afraid I won't be able to convince him with words."

Zhang Heng's eyes were full of deep meaning: "This person can't be kept!"

(End of this chapter)