Longevity from Liao Zhai

Chapter 191 Buddhist White Cloud
"Cultivators of Qinghe County, there is a member of the Demon Cult in the county government office. His cultivation is only at the seventh level. Anyone who can kill him will be given 3,000 taels in addition to the 1,000 taels from the court!"

"Come quickly!"

Magistrate Lu relied on the city-sealing formation to spread his voice throughout Qinghe County.

Immediately afterwards, people from every corner of Qinghe County looked towards the county government office.

There were already more than twenty outsiders outside the county government office, but they were not all the outsiders.

The first batch of outside cultivators who came to the county government had a cultivation level of only the seventh rank at most. They liked to watch the fun the most, but they were not the ones with the highest cultivation level.

The cultivators with higher levels of cultivation did not know what was happening, so they did not dare to act rashly.

"It turns out that the people from the Demon Cult have come to Qinghe County. No wonder the city sealing formation has been activated. Four thousand taels of silver is not a small sum. It is enough for me to live a carefree life for a few years."

In the Jiaofangsi, a man slowly stood up. Several people beside him also slowly stood up.

Among them, the lowest level of cultivation is the eighth level, and the highest level of cultivation is the sixth level.

However, under the suppression of the city-sealing formation, their cultivation was also suppressed, and the highest cultivation was around the ninth level.

Not only from the Jiaofangsi, but also from several inns, some people jumped out.

In a dilapidated temple in Qinghe County, a young monk and a young Taoist priest were sleeping.

The little monk's stomach was rumbling, and the young Taoist priest was a little impatient: "Why are you calling me head? If you call me head again, I will beat you!"

The little monk looked frustrated: "I don't want to scream, but I'm hungry. How about you give me something to eat?"

The young Taoist was slightly stunned: "Oh my God, a monk begging from a Taoist, I have never seen this before."

As the two were talking, they also heard the voice of the county magistrate.

"Four thousand taels, this is not a small amount, but compared to money, I prefer to show off in front of people. As long as I kill the people from the Demon Sect, I am sure my reputation will spread." The young Taoist's eyes turned, he smiled, and then prepared to go to the county government office.

The young Taoist looked at the young monk and said, "Young monk, I see you have some skills. Let's go and kill the people from the Demon Sect together. Maybe we can even have a meal together!"

The little monk's stomach growled at an inopportune moment. He stood up shakily, with a troubled look on his face: "Okay, then go and convert the people in the Demon Sect."

Soon, more than thirty people gathered outside the county government office!
Among these people, the ones with the lowest cultivation level are all at the eighth level, and the ones with the highest cultivation level are the young Taoist priest and the little monk, whose cultivation levels have reached the fourth level!
"Everyone, this man is from the Demon Sect, and his cultivation is only at the seventh level. If you kill him, I, the magistrate of Qinghe County, will pay you three thousand taels." Magistrate Lu shouted again.

The foreign cultivators looked at each other, and could see greed in each other's eyes.

They ignored the yamen runner lying on the ground and the dead road captain.

"Under the city sealing formation, everyone's cultivation is suppressed, but the cultivation of the demon sect members is suppressed even more severely."

"Four thousand taels, it's mine."

"not mine!"

After the first person rushed to Zhou Ping, the rest of the people also began to run towards Zhou Ping. They were afraid that someone else would kill Zhou Ping first and take away the money.

In a flash, more than thirty people rushed towards Zhou Ping.

These people were the second group to arrive. They did not see the whole story clearly, nor did they know how strong Zhou Ping was.

The first group of people who came did not attack Zhou Ping because they knew that Zhou Ping was indeed a seventh-rank official, but he was a Confucian seventh-rank official!

Under the city sealing formation, the demonic energy in Zhou Ping was suppressed, but his Confucian cultivation also gave him more power, making him very difficult to deal with.

Yan Yi also did not take action. She also wanted to be a hero, but the whole thing made her feel very weird, and she was not willing to beat up one person.

The young Taoist priest and the little monk arrived late, and neither of them took any action.

The little monk looked around and then looked at Yan Yi: "Donor, can you give me something to eat?"

Yan Yi is a woman, and seems to be the one who is most willing to give food. The others all look a little fierce.

Yan Yi didn't expect that there would be a monk asking her for food at this time. She felt her arms and found no food, but there was a candy.

"Gurgle." The little monk's stomach growled again.

Yan Yi gave the candy to the little monk, who took it and swallowed it in one gulp.

"What a pity, it seems I don't need to do anything." The young Taoist priest was a little disappointed. More than 30 people surrounded one person, and he felt that Zhou Ping would definitely lose.

Yan Yi said, "Not necessarily."

The young Taoist was slightly stunned, then looked inside the county government office.

In the county government office, more than thirty people besieged Zhou Ping.

Zhou Ping's plan has been achieved. He designed a plan to let the county magistrate Lu kill Lu Chang.

Originally, Zhou Ping was going to leave after completing the plan.

But seeing so many people besieging him, Zhou Ping had the idea of ​​fighting. Such an opportunity was rare, and who knows, Zhou Ping's cultivation might have a new breakthrough after a fight.

Zhou Ping's other cultivations were suppressed to the tenth level, but his Confucian cultivation was still at the seventh level!

With the help of the city-sealing formation, Confucian cultivation became even higher.

Zhou Ping couldn't tell what his current cultivation level was, but he felt terribly strong. His overall cultivation level was several levels higher than before he was suppressed by the city-sealing formation.

"Since you want to fight, then fight!"

More than thirty people surrounded and beat Zhou Ping.

County Magistrate Lu licked his lips, while Leng the Constable and Wang Cheng hid behind him. After the city closure formation was activated, the two Constables were no match for County Magistrate Lu.

"Sir, with so many people here, this cult member will definitely die." Captain Leng said.

County Magistrate Lu snorted coldly: "I will tear this man into pieces to relieve my hatred. He actually forced me to kill my son."

Wang Cheng didn't say anything, he felt that this matter was a little strange.

The other party was a member of the Demon Cult. Aren't the members of the Demon Cult always killing people without blinking an eye? But why did he have the cultivation of Confucianism? It would be fine if he had the cultivation of Confucianism, but why didn't he kill anyone?
At this time, more than thirty people surrounded Zhou Ping. Zhou Ping abandoned his sword and used his fists. He moved around in the crowd, and these people could not keep up with Zhou Ping's speed at all.

"boom."

Two fists cannot make a fourth move, and a good tiger cannot fight off a pack of wolves.

Zhou Ping was still stabbed.

However, there was a sound of metal and stone from his body, and he was not injured.

"The indestructible body of Vajra." The young monk said blankly.

The young Taoist priest was also stunned: "Buddhism's Vajra Indestructible Body? What level has he reached?"

The little monk looked at it carefully for a moment, then said, "It should be the top floor!"

The young Taoist priest held a piece of grass in his mouth, not sad but happy: "Looking at the situation, maybe there is still a chance for me to take action?"

After a cup of tea.

The second batch of foreign cultivators had all fallen to the ground, and Zhou Ping stood there as if he was strolling in the garden.

"What's going on? How can he be so strong?!"

"Yes, this is a city-sealing formation. Even if the people from the Demon Cult are of the first rank, their cultivation will be suppressed."

"Isn't he a seventh rank? How can he be so strong?"

The foreign cultivators lying on the ground were confused as to why more than thirty of them could not defeat Zhou Ping.

"This person's cultivation is indeed at the seventh level, but he is a Confucian seventh level!" The first batch of foreign cultivators who came were somewhat gloating, and they were glad that they did not take action.

The foreign cultivators who came in the second batch cursed loudly. "Damn the county magistrate, he actually deceived us!"

"It is true that the other party is from the Demon Sect. He may be a seventh-rank cultivator, but he is actually a seventh-rank Confucian."

"This county magistrate is just trying to trick us into death."

At this time, the second batch of foreign cultivators finally realized that they had been deceived by the county magistrate.

County Magistrate Lu was also shocked. He didn't expect that more than 30 people besieged one person and yet were defeated.

"Hurry up, hurry up." County Magistrate Lu pulled Captain Leng and Wang Cheng in front of him.

Zhou Ping looked at the people on the ground and said proudly: "You fell down before I even made a move!"

The thirty or so cultivators lying on the ground did not speak. They knew that Zhou Ping had the capital to be proud. More than thirty people surrounded and beat him, but Zhou Ping easily defeated so many people.

These more than thirty foreign cultivators all had one thought in their minds at this moment: this person has not yet used his full strength.

Zhou Ping really hasn't used his full strength yet.

He was able to defeat these people because, firstly, his seventh-grade Confucian cultivation was equivalent to a fourth-grade one under the city-sealing formation, and secondly, he had the divine speed skill, so his speed was extremely fast.

With just these two methods, more than thirty cultivators are no match for Zhou Ping.

"What a bunch of idiots! How can a cultivator beat these scholars? Don't they know how cunning they are?" The young Taoist shook his head and then looked at the young monk.

The young Taoist priest came to the young monk and threw him to Zhou Ping: "It is the duty of Buddhism to eliminate demons and defend the way. You go first. If you can't beat me, I will come next."

The little monk suddenly took off, but landed steadily. He fell in front of Zhou Ping, and the other foreign cultivators retreated one after another, knowing that they were no match for Zhou Ping.

If they stayed like this any longer, they were afraid they would be killed.

So, there were already more than sixty people standing on the wall of the county government office. They didn't have to fight, but it was fun to watch.

Yan Yi asked anxiously: "How could you throw a child down?"

The young Taoist priest shook his head: "This is not an ordinary child. His cultivation is probably much higher than yours."

Although the young Taoist priest didn't know the little monk's background, he could feel the powerful Buddhist power from him.

The little monk landed smoothly and clasped his hands together towards Zhou Ping: "Donor, turn back to the case, put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha right away."

Zhou Ping frowned slightly and looked at the young Taoist priest in the distance.

The young Taoist priest was holding a piece of grass in his mouth. He had an extraordinary bearing and a face that looked like a second male lead. The young monk in front of him was equally extraordinary.

"Who is coming?" Zhou Ping asked.

The young monk put his hands together and said, "I am Baiyun."

As the monk finished speaking, the young Taoist priest had a trace of confusion in his eyes: "Baiyun, is this the monk's name?"

Yan Yi was shocked and said, "It turned out to be the Buddhist disciple Bai Yun!"

"Master Baiyun, it's actually Master Baiyun."

"I didn't expect that we would meet this master here."

The foreign cultivators became excited. They didn't expect that the little monk in front of them was actually Monk Baiyun.

The young Taoist priest was even more confused. He asked Xiang Yanyi: "Who is this person? Is he famous?"

"Little Taoist priest, this is Master Baiyun."

Before Yan Yi answered, the other cultivators started chatting.

"Master Baiyun is a disciple of the current imperial master Pudu Cihang. Although he is young, he has profound knowledge of Buddhism. He reached the fourth level of Buddhist cultivation in just one year."

"Yes, Master Baiyun is known as the first of the younger generation of Buddhism."

"Not only is his Buddhist knowledge profound, his combat power is even stronger."

The outsiders started to discuss. They had only heard of Bai Yun's name, but this was the first time they saw him in person.

"I didn't expect that Master Baiyun is even smaller than I thought."

"Yeah, it's hard to imagine that he is just a child, but he has already reached the fourth level of cultivation."

"It seems that the people of this evil sect are in great danger. Buddhism specializes in suppressing evil spirits and heretics."

"But it's hard to say. We are in the city-sealing formation, and the people of the Demon Cult still have Confucian cultivation!"

The outsiders looked at the two people on the field. They all had their own opinions, some thought Zhou Ping would win, and some thought Xiao Baiyun would win.

The young Taoist's eyes lit up: "The first person of the younger generation of Buddhism?"

The young Taoist priest looked at the two people in the distance and shouted, "Come on! Don't lose."

Bai Yun smiled at the young Taoist priest and nodded slightly. He thought the young Taoist priest was cheering him up.

County Magistrate Lu also hurriedly said, "Master Baiyun, come on!"

After County Magistrate Lu finished speaking, he said to the dozen or so yamen runners, "Hurry up and cheer for Master Baiyun!"

"Come on, Master Baiyun."

"Master Baiyun is mighty and will definitely defeat the people from the Demon Cult."

Bai Yun's face turned red when he heard everyone cheering for him. He looked at Zhou Ping and said, "Donor, come back."

Zhou Ping frowned and said, "Stop talking so much. If you want to fight me, then fight me. If not, I'm leaving!"

Do you think you are Naruto? Still want to talk back to me?
But Zhou Ping was still very cautious. Why did the name Baiyun sound so familiar?
Suddenly, Zhou Ping had an idea.

There is a monk in A Chinese Ghost Story named Baiyun. He has a very high level of cultivation, but he has a stupid disciple named Shifang. Could this Baiyun be the same Baiyun?

Pudu Cihang is also a character in A Chinese Ghost Story, and so is Baiyun.

"I never thought that Baiyun is the land of Pudu Cihang, and there is such a connection between the two. I have a deep affinity with Buddhism." Zhou Ping thought about how he got the Buddhist treasure from Pudu Cihang's master, and now he met Pudu Cihang's disciple. It was really a destiny.

Bai Yun's face turned slightly red: "Okay, fight!"

Bai Yun clasped his hands together and golden light emerged from his body!
"As expected of a Buddhist disciple, the Buddhist power in him is much stronger than that of an eighth-level Buddhist like me." Zhou Ping said inwardly.

However, the Buddha's light on Xiao Baiyun's body was quickly suppressed by the city-sealing formation.

Zhou Ping heard from outside cultivators that Xiao Baiyun had reached the fourth level of Buddhism in just one year.

Fourth grade!

"My Buddhist practice has also been suppressed, barely reaching the tenth level. I wonder how much of his practice is left." Zhou Ping calculated Xiao Baiyun's practice.

The Buddha's light shone all over Xiao Baiyun's body, and then he waved out with his palm.

This palm condensed a huge golden light, and as the golden palm was pushed out, it gradually became more focused, and it was also absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy to become more focused.

The power of this palm gradually becomes stronger!

"As expected of you, you are a disciple of Buddhism, the best of the younger generation of Buddhism. Even a seventh-rank person like me cannot take this palm strike."

"Yes, this is a palm strike when his cultivation is suppressed."

"If there is no suppression of the formation, I'm afraid even a third-grade cultivator would have difficulty blocking his palm!"

The outsiders were all surprised at the power of Xiao Baiyun. In their opinion, it would be difficult for Zhou Ping to take this palm!
Zhou Ping's eyes lit up: "I can do this too!"

(End of this chapter)