Xuanjian Xianzu

Chapter 280 Backlash
Li Tongya frowned and nodded, while Minghui looked serious, staring at his face carefully, and said softly:

"I studied under Maha, and there was once a monster who was taught under my master's seat. At that time, he was just a monster soldier."

"Master has done his fortune-telling and learned that the chance of this monster's foundation building is in the Xu country, and spent a lot of mana and fate to calculate for it. He learned that it was in the Yanshan Mountain near the Xu country, so he sent him to practice there. Time."

Master Minghui shook the Zen stick in his hand and made a clanging sound, which echoed in the air like an eagle's howl. He said:

"Later, I became a sorcerer, and my master knew that my fate had come, so he sent me to Bianyan Mountain to accept him as a mount for a spirit beast. Unexpectedly, the little monk walked on foot for more than three years, and he was in vain!"

Li Tongya immediately understood that when he went to Bianyan Mountain to catch and kill the monster, the wolf monster kept saying that fate was coming, and this was probably what he was talking about, but how could Li Tongya be persuaded by his empty words at that time, so naturally Caught and killed.

Knowing this in his heart, Li Tongya didn't change his face, and said with a smile:
"The sorcerer actually came to ask me? Maha counted his fate, so it should be so. Now there is a fallacy, either the respected master miscalculated, or the monster was restless and lost his life, even if it was related to me and others." Due to fate, how can you come to ask me this immortal cultivator?"

That Minghui parted her lips and let out a burst of laughter. Although she guessed that it was probably related to the Li family, she felt a little helpless in her heart.

Bian Yanshan has many disturbances from the purple palace wars, so it is difficult to maintain the fabricated fate. Master Minghui wanted to see if he could blackmail Li Tongya. Dun, forced him to have nothing to say, but at the moment he couldn't get angry, so he could only laugh and say:

"The benefactor's fate has been fixed, and I don't want to interfere, but Moon Lake is a good place with a clear and bright moon. If there is someone who can teach me to reincarnate here, I will ask the benefactor to take care of it."

Li Tongya has also heard of many Buddhist methods. Once the Maha dharma is achieved, a little of the true spirit can be kept alive, and the host can be reincarnated from generation to generation. Buddhism is called the way of reincarnation. It is true that Maha can be practiced from generation to generation. It's evil.

Li Tongya endured again and again, but he didn't want him to become more and more shameless, and even set his mind on the younger generation of the Li family, and said coldly:

"It's difficult for me to control the reincarnation of generations of Buddhism playing in the north, but don't make it up to my descendants! If there is any maha dharma that dares to steal the body of my descendants, I, Li Tongya, will be fine." Even if you kill this reincarnated soul boy with your own hands, you won't let you wait to act recklessly with the body of my child!"

Na Minghui giggled, waved his hands again and again, and replied:
"The benefactor is so angry. It's just a joke. My teacher has never reincarnated in the south. Even if he got it by accident, he would not occupy the body of the immortal family. I dare not commit any crime."

Minghui spoke respectfully, but his expression and actions were very contemptuous. Li Tongya didn't intend to talk to him, so he just cupped his hands and said in a low voice:

"Then leave it alone!"

So I didn't bother to talk to him much, and drove the wind back to the mountains.

On the other hand, Minghui nodded slightly, watched Li Tongya fall back into the mountain, squinted for a while, the colorful light in his eyes flowed, stared blankly at the people down the mountain, stayed on Li Qinghong for a while, and murmured:
"Lei Fa... seems to have a lot to do with my Buddhism! This girl was born beautiful, and when she goes back to be a cleaning maid, she will hold a magic weapon, and she will be very excited."

Minghui sacrificed and refined the magic weapon by himself. It is a golden hall full of handsome men and beautiful women. It is a place for him to practice alone. Now seeing Li Qinghong's heroic appearance, his index finger twitched in his heart. After thinking for a while, he thought to himself:
"The south is very chaotic now, and the sword fairy is far away in the southern border. If I cast the spell properly and capture this woman, who can say anything?"

Immediately thinking about the heartbeat, the magic formula has been pinched, ready to fall down and change form, try to see if I can take this woman away, but there is an idea in my heart, Master Minghui hesitated for a moment, and thought:
"My heart is always uneasy. After all, the Li family has the reputation of a sword fairy, so I still count on a ray of fate. Although it takes a little more time and mana, it will save the ship from turning over in the gutter."

Dharma Master Minghui raised his finger, the colored light in his hand was shining, he stood with his eyes closed, and calculated for a moment, then murmured:
"It's still Li Tongya who gave birth to a granddaughter, but it's a bit troublesome. I'm afraid he's going to turn red and fight with me more than... Harmful! He's at the second level of Qi training, good at spear skills..."

Minghui was concentrating on counting, when suddenly he paused, standing in the air like a sculpture, his fat face was stiff and dull, he had already cultivated a pure body, logically there was no more tears and sweat, but at that moment he suddenly trembled, finely Beads of sweat emerged on his fat face, and the translucent beads of sweat accumulated bigger and bigger, rolling on his smooth skin.

Minghui's eyes widened, the colorful light in his hand became more and more intense, floating like a star in his hand, but he was crying, not daring to move, feeling a sense of danger so strong that he could suffocate, his legs were numb, About to vomit blood.

"Lord World Honored One!! As long as the little monk pushes this finger down one more point, and continues to calculate even one word, it will definitely be wiped out! There is no chance of surviving!"

Some kind of inspiration indicated that it was constantly beating in his mind, making Minghui's limbs tremble, and he cursed secretly, gnashing his teeth:

"It's definitely hooked up to a certain power, at least a Golden Core cultivator! Damn... such a poor place, how could such a power be hooked up, this is broken! It's not just a joke!"

Minghui has not yet completed Maha, but Shixiu is proficient in the past and future. It stands to reason that there is no problem with reincarnation after death, but he deeply understands that once the fate is deduced, he will immediately disappear. , completely annihilated without leaving any true spirit, not to mention that he is a mage, even Maha will be turned into dust.

Minghui was sweating profusely, forcibly suppressing the spell in his hand, but the spell was halfway through, and it was difficult to stop. He could only watch helplessly as the colorful light in his hand became more and more intense, and his eyelids twitched for a while.

"puff!"

Minghui had no choice but to reverse the spell, spit out a mouthful of blood, forcibly suppressed the spell in his hand, and freed up one hand to seal the spell, shaking out a glittering golden palace, with exquisite and beautiful pavilions, handsome men and beautiful women, walking barefoot, A little bit of colorful light streaming down.

"Go!"

Minghui carried the magic weapon with great difficulty, and using his palm as a knife, he chopped off his hand holding the magic formula. His body was bloodless and sticky like a piece of dough. Greasy and greasy, pull out a thin tail of dough.

Although the hand left the body, it was still under his control, still pinching the magic formula to suppress it. Master Minghui urged the golden light hall, and the upper and lower doors and windows in the hall opened together, sucking in bursts of golden light and clouds. Fluttering and floating into the palace.

"call………"

Only then did Minghui let out a sigh of relief, looking at the colored light and the severed hand that had been suppressed in the magic weapon, struggling and stretching, the severed limb pulled out another hand like dough, tender and dry in vain clean.

"What's the matter!"

Minghui yelled in grief and indignation.

(End of this chapter)