I am building a fairy garden on earth

Chapter 198 Fighting!

"..."

The old monk with long eyebrows paused when he heard the words, and his eyes were also slightly fixed.

Through the dilapidated temple full of broken walls, I saw a young man in a moon-white gown standing outside the temple, as if he had just arrived here...

And this young man, he has seen it before!

He sensed that the ghost mother was injured before, and he used the seal of Buddha to manifest the image, and saw the city god Yinsi besieging and suppressing the ghost mother. At that time, the young man was standing on the sidelines with a wooden sword...

Presumably, it should be a helper hired by the City God...

What is this person doing here?

Could it be that the City God found this place?

Seeing that young man looking at him from the air, he raised his eyebrows without raising his eyebrows, and glanced around with half-closed eyes, and saw that there was not even a bad thing around, let alone the City God...

I was even more surprised...

Although this man's blood is majestic, he is only a mortal body. He doesn't have any fairy spirit on his body, and he doesn't seem to be a person in the immortal way. He was found by himself?
The old monk's eyes moved slightly, and then he said with a smile: "This old man is already old, and his body is so thin that only a skeleton remains. How can he compare with you young people?"

"The old abbot was joking..."

Xu Boqing just smiled and shook his head, then stepped into the abandoned temple.

Immediately, he pointedly said: "In Xu's eyes, the old abbot's body is exuding a layer of Buddha's light. With such a cultivation level, he might have cultivated some kind of golden body. It's really terrifying."

He didn't lie, the long-browed old monk in front of him looked dry, as if he had no flesh in his body.

Under the observation of the Celestial Eye, the aura of this old thing is extremely majestic, and there is a layer of darker golden light on his body! !
Judging by his aura alone, his cultivation is as high as that of his nephew Long Xing!

And Long Xing is not only a dragon who has practiced for more than 800 years, he is also the son of Ao Lan, the son of a real dragon!
How thick are the heels?

This old monk... I'm afraid he is a strong enemy!
"..."

When the old monk with long eyebrows heard him talking about the golden body, the smile on his face froze, and waves started to stir in his heart...

He stole the forbidden method from his sect, and he also stole the master's magic weapon to betray his master. He has learned a lot in his life, among which the method of body training is the deepest, and it is also his deepest hidden trump card!

It has been practiced and it will not break the golden body!
In order to hide this method well and use it as a trump card, he even used the method of feeding ghosts to suck his body into a dry and skinny appearance...

Whether it is fighting with others or discussing the Tao with others, they all sacrifice all kinds of magic weapons and use various methods of magic to put on the appearance of a Buddhist monk who values ​​magic weapons and practices skills...

Because the people, ghosts, and demons who had seen him use the golden body all died, so many years ago, even he couldn't remember how many times this hole card saved him in a crisis, and how many powerful characters he killed...

But now, it has been seen through at a glance...

How could he not be surprised! ?
"The master was joking..."

The eyes of the long-browed old monk were half-closed, there was a fierce look in his eyes, but he still smiled and replied: "This little trick of the old monk is nothing compared to Yuanzhu's martial arts."

He insists that the spells he has acquired are not weak, even the City God of the capital failed to catch up with Yin Feng, but this person was able to find it, and he found it alone, it must be strange!
He already had murderous intentions, but he still wanted to inquire about the other party's information and test the other party's depth.

"The old abbot was wrong."

Xu Boqing shook his head, and said with emotion and helplessness: "Mr. Xu's practice time is short, and his vision is also shallow. What he lacks most is means."

His voice paused, and then he said pointedly: "But it just so happens that Xu's one of the few methods really found the old abbot by following the vines. Do you think it's a coincidence?"

"Coincidentally, it's quite a coincidence."

How could the long-browed old monk believe his words? After a sneer, he crossed the rosary in his hand and asked: "Yuanzhu came to look for this old monk alone. I don't know what he wants?"

"Of course I want to ask for an explanation~~"

The smile on Xu Boqing's face disappeared as he spoke, and he stared into his eyes and said, "The old abbot cast a spell yesterday and took away the ghosts and mothers I caught. Shouldn't I come here to ask for an explanation?"

"..."

The old monk with long eyebrows nodded slightly, and then asked: "I don't know what the Master wants...how...why...ask?"

Before he finished speaking, the rosary beads in his hand were already thrown out, and the eighteen beads scattered in the air, shooting straight at Xu Boqing's position.

Those eighteen Buddhist beads are genuine Buddhist treasures, seemingly inconspicuous, and they are as light as a feather in the hand, but in fact, each one is as heavy as a thousand weights after being sacrificed!

It's hard to say whether an ordinary person can leave a corpse...

'Old things don't talk about Wude! '

Xu Boqing cursed inwardly, hearing the sobbing piercing shriek, the Gang Qi around him condensed into a Zhang wide wall of Qi to block in front, then he sacrificed his wooden sword and used the heavy and fast "Jinghong Sword Art"!
The air wall that was originally nearly ten feet was shrunk down to less than a few feet by those eighteen Buddhist beads in almost an instant!
Just when he was about to get close, sword shadows all over the sky suddenly appeared beside him, accompanied by startled flickers, and one by one Buddhist beads were pushed away and scattered elsewhere.

The bluestone in the mountain was as brittle as a piece of tofu in front of the opened Buddha beads, and it shattered loudly;

And the broken walls and ruins of the temple were hit by the beads, and the gravel splashed, and big holes were blown out...

Those Buddhist beads seemed to have spirituality, whether they were pushed away by Jian Gang or hit other things, they flew up again and flew away with the sound of piercing the air.

Just as Xu Boqing was dealing with the eighteen Buddhist beads, there was a sound of knocking on the wooden fish in his ears.

"Clang~Clang~Clang~"

The long-browed old monk stood in front of the meditation room, knocking on the wooden fish in his hands without haste, and muttered in a strange tone: "Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately~"

"Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately~"

"Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately~"

"..."

The sound of knocking on the wooden fish, combined with the weird accent, made the old monk with long eyebrows seem to be filled with a layer of Buddha-nature.

But Xu Boqing only felt upset when he heard such a voice, and he didn't pay attention to it at first, but as time went by, he frowned and felt something was wrong...

The 'dangdang' sound of knocking on the wooden fish seemed to have some kind of magical power, and it kept echoing in my mind.

The sound of knocking on the wooden fish echoed with the phrase "Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately~", not only did he not feel the slightest sense of purity, but he was upset and almost nauseous...

As time went by, every time the wooden fish stick fell, it was like falling on his heavenly spirit...

Xu Boqing only felt dizzy and dizzy, his whole body was weak, and even his eyes were a little red! !

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately...hehe..."

He muttered something with a sneer, and then scolded with a playful expression: "Old man, you raise ghosts and harm people. You are not a good thing yourself. What face do you have to let me let go of the butcher knife? Huh?"

After all, the wooden sword in his hand swung out, and the moment the wooden sword was released from his hand, it turned into streamers of red, black, blue, and white colors, broke open the Buddhist beads, and went straight to the old monk with long eyebrows!

The long-browed old monk saw the four swords of different colors carrying the power of wind and thunder, and coming straight towards him, his complexion changed, and he threw out a purple gold bowl...

The alms bowl grows in the wind, almost extending along the length to several feet wide, the mouth of the alms bowl radiates Buddha's light, and directly sucks the four swords into it.

Before the old monk had time to shoot the flying sword with joy, he heard a 'booming' sound in the bowl, and the bowl trembled, as if it would be pushed open at any moment!

His complexion did not change, and he thought to himself that these four flying swords might be a bit weird and cannot be treated with common sense...

"You take mine, and I take yours..."

Xu Boqing saw that his attention had been attracted by the alms bowl, and his control over the eighteen Buddhist beads was more than a notch, so he immediately opened his mouth and pointed out the Furnace of Creation.

The Furnace of Good Fortune also grows against the wind. Seeing the eighteen Buddhist beads attacking, the furnace mouth opened wide, and in an instant, eight Buddhist beads could not hold back their force and crashed into the furnace by themselves...

The remaining ten stopped castration and wanted to go around the furnace, but Xu Boqing had already escaped from behind the furnace one step ahead of them.

He picked up the "Capturing the Dragon and Controlling the Crane" and photographed the remaining ten Buddhist beads, six of which were photographed at the furnace mouth, and he swept them into the furnace in an instant with his flowing cloud sleeves ;

He grabbed two more and threw them in;
Immediately, he jumped again, and he kicked the last two remaining prayer beads into the furnace one by one.

In the blink of an eye, all the eighteen beads were put into the kiln.

On the other side, the long-browed old monk sensed something, and when he realized that the eighteen rosary beads he had stolen were no longer connected, his expression changed involuntarily.

Immediately afterwards, he saw four cracks appearing in his bowl magic weapon, obviously it won't last long!
"It's a disaster!"

His face was gloomy, and he knew that if he didn't explain something today, he might not be able to get it right!

Seeing that person coming towards him one after another, he waved his hand, and the white bone and black banner fell into his hand! !
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