The little monk returns to the vulgar

Chapter 269

After listening to Dao Ran's description, Master Lingsu frowned even deeper.

Because he remembered.

The father, who was dressed in ragged clothes and had a bruised nose and face, sat on the side of the road and complained bitterly, saying that he had been beaten by an unfilial son.

And when the young man was pressed to the ground by him, he kept cursing his father, as if he had said that the father was sorry for him first.But Master Lingsu was annoyed when he heard that, and decided that he was a stubborn and rebellious son, so he killed him casually.

It seems that he killed the wrong person.

"Are you here to avenge that man and take my life?" Lingsu Daoist asked in a deep voice.

"Master, let me say it again, I am a Buddhist, how can I kill? But I was entrusted by the Lord of Suffering, and I always want to relieve him of the grievances in my heart. Monks dare not kill, so there is no way to avenge him, so I can only let the priest You converted to Buddhism to atone for the past."

Master Lingsu asked in disbelief: "You came today because of this old incident decades ago? Even if you want to deal with me, you are too deliberate, right?"

He was shocked by Daoran's boredom, even if he was looking for an excuse for revenge, how did he dig out the things decades ago in a short period of time?
Could it be that the little monk was already prepared to deal with him before he forced his way into the Qiandeng River?

Daoran shook his head and said: "The Taoist priest misunderstood, I have absolutely no personal grievances when I come here today."

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Daoran: ...

Well, it's more or less a personal grievance, after all, the real Lingsu hurt Bai Suzhen.

It's a pity that Daoran couldn't do it directly under the watchful eyes of everyone.

Otherwise, the other practitioners who participated in the attack on Bai Suzhen would definitely feel sad, thinking that Daoran would attack other people after killing Lingsu.At that time, the demon Bodhisattva Tiradada was also present. Once the demon finds any excuse, a few simple words can stir up people's hearts and cause even bigger troubles.

So Daoran waited for a few days, thinking about finding an opportunity to teach Master Lingsu a profound lesson.

Probably because of the cycle of karma, the time of retribution has come, and Daoran happened to see the sins made by Lingsu when he was sorting out the pamphlets of vengeance in the past few days.

It's God's will that this excuse came to your door.

Daoran came here to find real Lingsu's troubles in an open and honest way. He could not only help the suffering master of the dead city to avenge and fulfill his oath, but also give Bai Suzhen a bad breath. Naturally, he would not miss the thing that kills two birds with one stone.

Daoran clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, the old matter is brought up again because the karma is not over yet. Even if it's not a young monk who happens to meet, there are other people who will bring fruit to the Taoist priest."

After listening to Daoran's words, Lingsu Daoist's eyebrows twitched wildly, and he asked loudly: "People have been dead for decades, how do you want me to make amends? You keep saying that you don't want my life, can you still let him live?" come over?!"

Daoran was already prepared, and said to Master Lingsu: "Don't worry, Taoist priest, the little monk is not a devil, at most it just seals your magic power and makes you an ascetic monk for decades, it will never hurt your life. "

As soon as Daoran finished speaking, a thunderbolt burst out from Lingsu's fingertips and flew towards Daoran.

Master Lingsu didn't even look at the effect of the Divine Firmament Thunder, so he immediately disappeared and flew towards the outside of the Divine Firmament Palace.

Daoran sat firmly on the futon without blinking his eyes.

As soon as this Wanjun Thunder came within three feet of Dao Ran, it seemed to be stuck in a quagmire. The closer it got, the dimmer the Lightning Light became, and finally it disappeared completely in front of Dao Ran.

Daoist Lingsu has already fled outside Shenxiao Palace at this time, he has decided to stay away from the capital, and try to find a way to get back in the future.

However, before he ran far, a purple thunder light stopped in front of him, and the purple lightning light turned into a tall yaksha, laughing wildly at the real Lingsu.

"Hahaha, a Taoist priest who created his own thunder method is really rare. Yasha Fuzhan, please advise the Taoist priest!"

A ray of Zixiao Divine Thunder shot out from Yasha Fuzhan's fingertips, turning into a dragon and attacking the real Lingsu.

In the sky above Shenxiao Palace, countless thunderbolts were born and died.

Countless believers were startled by the sudden thunderbolt from the blue sky. After watching the excitement for a while, they all covered their ears and ran away. Soon the entire Shenxiao Palace was empty.

In the sky, the purple and white thunders were entangled with each other, seemingly evenly matched, but the white thunders were soon covered by the purple thunders, and finally dissipated completely.

The purple thunder light converged to a certain point, and flew back to Shenxiao Palace.

Fu Zhan threw the charred Lingsu Daoist in front of Dao Ran, and said regretfully, "This man's Thunder Art is good, but his magic power is not good. Master Dao Ran, your cultivation has grown too fast, I even started I miss the feeling that I couldn’t use my strength before.”

Daoist Lingsu was injured all over his body by Zixiao Shenlei, and has completely lost his ability to resist, but the floating battle is well controlled, just in a state of being injured without dying.

Daoran smiled slightly. With his current mana, he could already summon Fu Zhan's main body to assist in the battle.Yasha Floating Battle, which can make Lei Zhenzi feel troublesome, with all his strength, how can a mere Lingsu real person be an opponent.

"Next time I will summon your clone."

Daoran responded, and then looked at the real Lingsu lightly.

As soon as Daoran's palm was turned over, there was a large golden seal.

When he saw this big seal, Lingsu, who was covered in black, couldn't help but twitched. He could feel the huge power contained in this magic weapon.

Daoran waved his hand, and the big golden seal fell towards Master Lingsu.Master Lingsu struggled to dodge, but found that he couldn't even move his body, and could only watch the big golden seal land on his chest.

The golden light was shining, and pieces of scorched black on Lingsu's body fell off. The power contained in this great seal was healing his injuries.

But this kind of treatment comes at a price. Master Lingsu felt that the mana in his body was being suppressed by the golden seal, and countless swastika characters rushed into his meridians, sealing all the mana.

The body that was originally nourished by mana to keep young began to age rapidly, the skin began to dry out, the muscles began to relax, age spots began to form on the face, and even the hair quickly turned white, and then fell to the ground.

When the golden light dissipated, Lingsu Daoist became a bald old man with withered skin and emaciated skin.

Daoran then withdrew the golden seal, and said to Master Lingsu: "I will do what I say. This Wuzhishan seal only seals your mana, making you no different from ordinary people, and will not hurt your life."

Master Lingsu raised his head and looked at Daoran with his cloudy eyes, which were full of hatred and resentment.

Dao Ran didn't take it seriously, and continued to remind him: "The suffering master killed by you is currently in the city of vain death, and he will always watch you. If one day, his hatred for you dissipates, the seal on your body will naturally dissipate. You can continue to live with hatred in your heart, or you can choose to kill yourself and go to hell to pay for your sins. Amitabha, please do it yourself.”

After Daoran left these words, he turned into a golden light and disappeared on the Lingxiao Palace, leaving only Daoist Lingsu lying on the ground, as if he had lost all his strength.

The blue phantom appeared behind Lingsu real person in time,
Naturally, Tirodado, who has been staring at Daoran for trouble, showed a satisfied smile when he saw the distorted Lingsu real person like an insect repellent: "Finally, there is something to be made, the hatred in your heart, Let me help you."

A billowing devilish energy filled the fingertips, covering Lingsu's body.

As long as these devilish energy enters the body, even mortals will have earth-shattering supernatural powers, but at the cost of their own lifespan.Daoist Lingsu was originally a very high-level practitioner, and after undergoing the transformation of the magic energy, his skill must be even better than before.

However, when the demonic energy entered the body of Daoist Lingsu, he suddenly let out a shrill scream, his whole body emitted a strong golden light, and his hands and feet twitched crazily.

Tirodado was taken aback, and quickly withdrew his demon energy, but Lingsu Daoist directly lost half his life, foamed at the mouth and passed out.

Tirodado frowned and scolded angrily: "What a cunning little monk, you have been on guard against me for a long time."

The seal that Daoran put on the body of the real Lingsu conflicted with the magic spell. If Tirodado wanted to lift the seal, I am afraid that the real Lingsu would not be able to stand it first, and he would die immediately.

Tirodado didn't look at Master Lingsu again, and said with emotion: "Great Demon Lord, you have taught him all the basics of our Demon Sect, how can I fight him?"

(End of this chapter)