Lingxian Zhenjun

Chapter 168 Even the Buddha Can't Protect You
The air was cloudy, and the wind howled.

On the Huiyang Peak of Cangyu Mountain, the green forest is swaying. On the mountain peak, clouds are overflowing, and spreading past is an open platform. The floor tiles are white and black, forming a huge yin and yang.

There are several buildings in the vicinity, and there are huge handwriting carvings on the mountain walls, and the word "Tao" is painted with red paint.

On both sides, there are densely packed hollows, which are not connected to each other. Sometimes smoke can be seen wafting out, and figures can be seen sitting cross-legged in meditation, meditating and enlightening.

In the cold moonlight, it looks solemn and solemn.

The dark wind whistling in the forest in the distance, in the mountain gate, the old man sitting cross-legged in the quiet room opened his eyes, burning incense lingering, he rushed out of the window lattice with a flick of his robe sleeves, and fell into the yin and yang eyes of the square, looking up at the night sky in the west, wrinkling brow.

"That direction... is the Lingyun Temple, it's so dark!"

At this time, the disciples inside and outside the mountain gate had also been awakened, and rushed out with swords and talismans, surrounded the head teacher, looking at the dark clouds in the western night sky, with thunder flashing from time to time.

"Over there is Lingyun Temple, why is there such a heavy Yin Qi!"

"...The gang of bald donkeys who only care about money will feel uncomfortable now."

"No nonsense!"

The old man reached out and grabbed the dharma sword that was left in the quiet room through the window. The moment it fell into his palm, he looked at the disciples around him: "The world is not fair, and evildoers are rampant. After all, they are comrades...you can't ignore death!"

After the words fell, the old man jumped to a stone platform in front of him, held his sword behind his back, and looked at the mountain wall with the word "Tao" written in front of him.

"My generation, who slays demons and eliminates demons, has never enjoyed peace. Where is Chengyun!"

On the mountain walls on both sides of the word "Tao", the voices of many inner disciples of the Tao came from the cave and mixed together.

"I am here!"

The old man waved his wide sleeves and shouted violently: "Follow me to slay demons and eliminate demons—" The next moment, his figure and the magic sword in his hand turned into a stream of light and soared into the sky.

The voice of Fa is powerful and resounds through the mountain gate.

The dense hollows instantly lit up streaks of Dharma light, shooting out from the inside like shooting stars.

……

almost at the same time.

In Lingyun Temple, the floor tiles in front of Xiangyun Hall shook, and the old monk fell heavily on the ground and rolled away, his long gray beard stained blood red.

The old monk Linghui struggled to get up, stretched out his hand to call for the Zen stick over there, the stick flew halfway, and was caught in the hand by Chen Yuan, shaking it non-stop.

"I am a Buddhist temple in the Han Dynasty, and I enshrine the barbarians who killed my people. Is it worthy of your cassock?"

Chen Yuan let go of her hand, and the Zen stick flew away, uncontrollably hitting the old monk's chest, knocking him flying two steps away, and fell down again.

"... worthy of the Buddha statue you kneel down to?"

Linghui got up again, her blood-stained lips parted: "I have the protection of Buddhism, how many times have you beaten me..."

In front of his vision, a burly bull's head appeared in front of Chen Yuan who came over, raised the steel fork in his hand, and nailed him to the ground directly by his neck.

Chen Yuan waved away the Swing Demon Sword, walked forward, looked down, condescendingly looked down at the old monk whose head was twisted between the steel forks, and asked the last question.

"... worthy of those devout pilgrims who pray for blessings?"

"Ha ha!"

Linghui looked at the young man in front of him, and grinned, showing blood-stained teeth: "This old monk is a Yuejie person, so why not worship his own people? There is no one who can not be crossed by the Dharma. All sentient beings will return to the sea of ​​Buddha, and all sentient beings will become Buddhas!"

"What do you say about the woman who was taken captive from the Ni temple?"

The old monk Linghui turned his face away, and this time he didn't say anything, but looked at the ground on one side, and wrote a dharma pattern with his fingers in the monk's sleeve with blood, and slapped it with all his mana.

The Buddha's force exploded on the ground, and in a cloud of smoke and dust, the steel fork around the old monk's neck was loosened and collapsed. He got up and rushed directly to the Xiangyun Hall. A roll of cassock sat cross-legged on the altar, overlapping the Buddha statue behind him.

"Abbot! Abbot!" The three pilgrims rushed forward, but they were rolled up by the old monk, fell off the futon and were trapped by the invisible Buddha power.

Linghui ignored the three people at the table, her eyes were originally kind, but fierce.

"Chen Yuan, don't think that you can control this old monk. This old monk has practiced Buddhism in this Lingyun Temple for decades. How could you be so unscrupulous? You killed countless people from my tribe in the north. I will let you try it today." What is the Glaring Vajra Method, and what is karma!"

"It seems that I slaughtered your people for no reason!"

Chen Yuan stepped up the stone steps with her hands behind her back, and several ghosts behind her overlapped each other, each with their own expressions, black and white impermanence smiled strangely: "If you reverse black and white, you should pull out his tongue!"

Bull's head and horse face: "This old bald donkey, I'm afraid he has never been in the underworld." "Hey, I'm afraid I won't be able to get out after entering."

The golden shackle and silver chain twisted the phantom, showing a hideous smile, and called out to the old monk on the altar table: "Come here, bald donkey, do it." "We will take you back to the underworld, which is more suitable for you than the world."

Zhong Kui opened his eyes: "Knock out his soul, I have never tasted the ghost of a monk."

Amidst the rambling words, the old monk Linghui on the altar table blushed and then turned blue. He settled down and erected his seal, moving his lips quickly.

Chen Yuan also picked up the formula, and suddenly a Buddha's light appeared in front of the old monk, and then disappeared. Linghui suddenly opened her eyes and looked around in panic, "What's going on?"

He murmured, and hurriedly recited the scriptures again, the Buddha light appeared again, but then disappeared.

"It seems that your Buddha no longer accepts you." Chen Yuan looked at his panicked appearance, but didn't do anything directly. She watched with great interest as the old bald donkey sat up at the altar and knelt down in front of the Buddha statue. , Bow and kowtow again.

"Lord Buddha, where is my Dharma? Give me back the Buddha's power quickly..."

What answered him was the moment when an invisible force bounced the old monk off the altar, and the towering Buddha statue sitting on the lotus platform suddenly turned its back slowly with a heavy sound.

"No...no...Buddha..." Seeing this, the old monk Linghui scrambled towards the Buddha statue. He threw the cassock on Chen Yuan, but lost the power of the Buddha. Chen Yuan shook it in her hand, then folded it up while walking, put it on the altar, grabbed the panicked Linghui old monk and dragged it to the main hall.

"It's better not to dirty the Buddhist temple, let's go out!"

Raising his hand and flicking it, the old monk flew out high...

On the side of the Xiangyun Hall, the crazy old man pressed a struggling barbarian priest, pointed there, turned around with a smile and said, "You see, that's my apprentice, isn't he handsome? He's powerful and handsome, hurry up!" It's old man."

The old cow on the side rolled his eyes, raised his hoof and stomped hard on the struggling priest's buttocks, the painful victim burst into tears, nodded again and again, and said in unfluent Chinese: "It's very handsome."

The crazy old man wanted to say something, but at this moment, a stream of light flew from the sky, and the thrown old monk was suddenly caught, and the next moment, streams of Dharma light fell down into the temple like a meteor shower.

Chen Yuan frowned, and in the field of vision, the densely packed Dharma lights faded away, revealing a figure in uniform costumes, all carrying swords and holding talismans. The old man at the head looked at the rescued Linghui old monk, let go of it, and politely Greeting: "Why is the abbot in such a mess?"

The old monk Linghui looked at Chen Yuan at the gate of the hall, and said in a low voice, "This person is an evil cultivator, and he broke the Dharma..."

"Are you fellow Chengyun Sect? My servant is Chen Yuan!"

Before the old monk could speak, he listened to the figure in front of the palace gate defending his house. The head teacher of Chengyun Sect over there frowned. I also know that he has done a lot of things in driving out the Yue people.

"It turned out to be a Taoist friend, but I don't know why there is such a disturbance in Lingyun Temple tonight? This temple has been established for more than 200 years, and the incense is very strong. Although there have been some inappropriate things in these years, it has not reached the point of destroying the temple, right?"

"He is a man of Yue."

With Chen Yuan's words alone, everyone in Chengyunmen frowned, obviously more indignant towards Yue Jie people than any evil cultivators. In my eyes, I can't wait to meet a sword.

"Fellow Daoist, what evidence is there for this statement?"

The old man is also a cautious person. When he heard that there was a Huren spirit tablet enshrined in the side hall, he immediately sent two disciples to check it out. At this time, the old monk Linghui in his hand panicked and said hurriedly: "Don't listen to him, this man Kill my monks...don't..."

The three pilgrims in the hall rushed out at this time, thinking about being trapped by the old monk just now, and the shock of kneeling in front of the Buddha statue has not yet recovered. The old monk shouted: "It's none of our business, we're just here to offer sesame oil money. He is a man of Yue. He asked us to find more pilgrims to add sesame oil money to the temple, so that we can enjoy countless women. ..."

"Abbot!? Are the three of them telling the truth?"

The old man looked serious, and turned his head to look at the old monk who was caught by him. At this time, the two disciples from the side hall over there also came out, holding two spiritual tablets in their hands, with words written in Yueji language on them , it can be seen that it is a person's name.

"Hehe... This old man has never liked the style of Lingyun Temple, but even so, he would not refuse to save him. I never thought that the person I saved would be so ugly and filthy!"

The old man gritted his teeth and looked at the old monk Linghui who was looking away, his face flushed with anger, and he suddenly kicked him to the hollow of his knee, knocking him to the ground.

"You were adopted by my Han couple back then, and you were valued by the abbot of the temple here, so you are today! Even a dog should know how to repay your kindness. It is really worthless for your adoptive father and mother, not for the former abbot!"

Clang!
The dharma sword was unsheathed, and the old man stretched out his hand to grasp the hilt, his beard fluttering, and he glared angrily.

"Today, the old man will be blind for them to get rid of your harm!"

"Headmaster Liu, you and I met once, please... ah!!"

The old monk begged to turn his head back, his eyes reflected the cold sword light, and in the eyes of countless intertwined people around him, he was only halfway through his words when his head fell to the ground with a bang, and blood spattered all over the ground.

"it is good!"

It wasn't Chen Yuan who yelled these words, but the crazy old man who was watching secretly couldn't help but yelled. He dragged the barbarian priest in his hand and rushed over, throwing it in front of the old man.

"Quick, quick, kill one more! Kill another!"

It made Chen Yuan twitch the corners of her mouth, and at the same time dispersed the ghosts behind her, the old Taoist over there looked at the crazy old man in front of him, but frowned.

There is a feeling of deja vu.

(End of this chapter)