I am a boss in the world of nine uncles

Chapter 883 Planning the Golden Buddha

"What are you running for?" Flying to an intersection, Xiaodie suddenly stopped and looked at Xiao Zhuo beside her.

Xiao Zhuofei landed on a big tree, and said in a concentrated voice: "The old monk can be regarded as an eminent monk at first glance. He can't be provoked, can't be beaten, why don't he run away and stay to die?"

Xiaodie pondered and said: "You quickly report this matter to grandma, looking at the three hundred miles of territory, only grandma can subdue it."

"I'm going to report, what are you going to do?"

Xiaodie said without thinking: "Have you forgotten my injury? I haven't recovered from my injury, how can this kind of thing move forward?"

Xiao Zhuo pretended to be in a daze, and in order to test his guess, he set off and said, "Then I'll go first."

Xiaodie watched her figure disappear out of sight, then turned around and flew towards the small building by the lake.

"Qin Daoist." Shaoyan, she fell to the front of the wooden house and gently pushed open the wooden door.

In front of the bed, on the floor, Qin Yao slowly opened his eyes: "The two monks appeared?"

Xiaodie nodded: "At present, they are at the Mentou Temple, but when I found them, Xiao Zhuo also found out, which means that grandma will know soon."

Qin Yao got up and said, "Only when the water is muddy can you catch fish, that's fine. You stay, I'll go to Mentou Temple to have a look."

"I'll go with you." Xiaodie said immediately.

On the way, Qin Yao deliberately walked in front, exposing his back to Xiaodie to test his mind.

Xiaodie followed him all the way, with ups and downs in her mind, almost uncontrollable, but restrained by various reasons, she couldn't make up her mind to do it.

Lanruo Temple ruins.

The ten sides are facing the golden Buddha statue covered with black cloth, sitting cross-legged, chanting scriptures silently.

The old monk sat opposite him, meditating quietly, as if emitting a layer of golden light from his body.

"boom."

Suddenly, the gate of the temple was knocked open by something, and countless branches flew in like arrows, rushing towards the master and apprentice.

The old monk suddenly opened his eyes wide, raised his hand and pointed, and the Zen staff placed in his hand flew into the air, with a ball of golden light, smashing all the rushing branches into black smoke.

"Shh."

As if being hurt, the dense branches were retracted like tentacles.

"It turned out to be a tree demon." The old monk summoned his staff back, held the staff with one hand, stood up slowly, and then drew a circle around the ten directions with the bottom of the staff, within the arc of the circle, a golden light flashed away .

"Shifang, you are guarding the Golden Buddha here, and come whenever you go as a teacher. Remember, no matter what happens before you come back as a teacher, don't go out of this circle." The old monk solemnly urged.

Shifang was a little flustered: "Master, is one circle enough? Why don't you draw another one?"

"One circle plus the blessing of the Golden Buddha is enough." Before he finished speaking, the old monk flew out of the temple with his Zen staff in hand, and fell into the rustling forest.

"This door, should I close it or not?" Looking at the wide open temple gate, Shi Fang couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

"Help, help, there are monsters."

Just as he was hesitating about this little detail, Xiao Zhuo in pink and fine attire appeared in a panic and rushed into the temple screaming.

"She is being chased by a monster, so she must not be a monster." Shi Fang thought so, and quickly waved: "Girl, come to me."

Xiao Zhuo glanced at the Golden Buddha, which was still emitting a faint golden light even though it was covered by a black cloth, his feet softened, and his body fell to the ground uncontrollably: "I was hit by the monster's poisonous palm, and I can't walk anymore .”

"Then what should we do, can you crawl over?" Shifang asked anxiously.

Xiao Zhuo raised his jade face on the dirty ground, and said pitifully, "I'm afraid it won't work."

Shi Fang gritted his teeth, strode out of the circle drawn by Master, and reached out to support Xiao Zhuo on the ground.

After being invisible, Qin Yao took the opportunity to escape into the circle, lifted the black cloth, replaced the shining golden Buddha with a stone, then escaped from the hall, and said to the swordsman who was watching the wind on the tree: "Let's go, Yan Chixia .”

"bass."

Yan Chixia turned her hand and drew out her giant sword, stepped on the sword, and quickly caught up with Qin Yao.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

In the depths of the dense forest, in front of the tree house, the old monk was holding a thick Zen staff as if he was holding a light grass, and he waved the airtight in front of him, smashing the branches into black ashes.

The dryad slowly flew out of the palace, and suddenly roared fiercely in the direction of the old monk. Suddenly, the earth shook, the ground cracked, and a barbed tongue rushed out with dust, and a gust of wind blew up. Hit the old monk hard.

The old monk held the body of the staff with both hands, and tried his best to push it upwards, only to hear a bang, and a bloody hole was pierced through his huge tongue by the Zen staff.

The black blood spurted down from this, and landed on the old monk's head, and white smoke came out from his body.

"Subduing demons with this ability, are you qualified? The tree demon sneered, and the tongue that was still bleeding suddenly turned around, engulfing the old monk's body, and whistling white smoke continued to fly out of him .

"Sword Qi soars to the sky."

In the nick of time, Yan Chixia's Yujian flew out, stretched out her hand, and countless sword qi descended from the sky like swimming fish, fiercely piercing into the giant tongue.

The severe pain made the body of the tongue tremble continuously, and he had no choice but to give up the plan to kill the old monk.

"Huh..." The tree demon breathed out a bad breath, and in an instant, sand and rocks flew, and countless vines stretched out from the ground, grabbing at the old monk's ankle.

"Qimen Dunjia."

Yan Chixia yelled, and the sword box tied behind her suddenly split into countless triangular black darts, roaring and rushing to the ground, cutting off all the vines.

"Thank you knight for your help." The old monk said excitedly.

"You don't have to thank me, I'm just taking money to do things." Yan Chixia said, controlling hundreds of black darts, whizzing and slashing at the tree demon.

At the same time, Qin Yao, who was invisible, stepped into the void and quietly came behind the tree demon. With a shock of his wrist, the three-pointed and two-edged knife pierced the tree demon's heart.

Even in the middle of the battle, the tree demon's perception ability was still very abnormal. He accurately sensed the sneak attack from behind and turned around to grab the blade.

"Xiang Liu, show up."

Qin Yao shouted and quickly backed away.

"Boom." Dazzling mysterious light suddenly released from the three-pointed two-edged knife, forcibly breaking free from the palm of the tree demon, turning into a monster with the body of a hydra, biting towards the body of the tree demon.

"Why are you so dazed, why don't you come out and help!" The tree demon couldn't hold it anymore, and shouted at the palaces of Lanruo Temple.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

Hundreds of ghosts flew out of the palace, not daring to fight head-on with the imposing Xiangliu, so they rushed towards Yan Chixia in groups.

From their point of view, this swordsman seemed a little easier to deal with.

At this time, Qin Yao, who retreated to the dark place, took out the golden Buddha, supported the golden Buddha's body with both hands, and displayed the Arhat golden body with the help of the golden Buddha's power.

A substantial golden arhat suddenly appeared in midair, and together with the old monk and Yan Chixia, they swept away the ghosts and blasted the tree demon, showing extremely terrifying fighting power.

"Meet Venerable Arhat."

After the dryad shrieked and fell, the old monk looked up at the shining golden Arhat in front of him, and while saluting, he thought quickly in his mind.

In Buddhism, has there ever been a golden arhat with three heads and six arms, eyebrows and vertical eyes?

(End of this chapter)