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Chapter 325: The mysterious Buddhist path, the divine sword slays evil, and slays! (asking for monthly tickets)
Is he psychic?
Gongsun Huaizhi and Shi Dalin looked at the burly monk and were at a loss as to how to connect such a mysterious skill with this rough man who would often swing a mixed iron rod and smash someone's head.

The monk said, "Although I am practicing the horizontal training of the body, I also know a little bit about this kind of telepathic method. I still ask you to protect me, martial arts master, my soul will be condensed into a Dharma image and will not disperse for a while."

"I will fight with his spirit."

He casually stuck the iron and water fire stick that had smashed Ji Zongchen's head into the ground, put his hands together, chanted a Buddhist name, and then sat down cross-legged. An expression of fearlessness and compassion appeared on his face, and his soul was mobilized, and a faint power similar to that of the Dharmakāya emerged.

The old Siming stroked his beard and said, "The Buddhist telepathy is to use one's own heart as water to reflect the other person's state of mind and will, leaving traces, so as to identify what one wants to know. However, this method is not that simple."

He was a little suspicious, staring at the monk whose arm had a bump that was almost as big as his head, and said to himself, "Strange, even in Buddhism, only the so-called great monks in their seventies and eighties can achieve such a trick after practicing hard. How can a monk like you, at such a young age, actually know it?"

Monk Thirteen said cheerfully: "Don't underestimate our understanding and Buddhist heart!"

The old Siming smiled and said, "You are teaching me a lesson."

"However, it is at least a solution. This Demon Sect's formation involves Yaoguang. Although the fisherman has a lot of attainments in formations, at this point, he is hesitant and no different from an ordinary parent. He is completely unable to take action."

"Let's see what skills this little monk has."

"Boy, get your people out."

Li Guanyi knew that the matter concerned the great formation and Yaoguang, so he asked Gongsun Huaizhi and the others to retreat for the time being. The whale fisherman came upon hearing the news, and with a flick of his sleeves he had already set up a great formation to protect the place.

The monk chanted the Heart Sutra for a while.

With a clear mind, you can touch Ji Zongcheng's heart.

Ji Zongcheng's soul was immortal for the time being, and the others were determined, so he could do nothing and could only quietly dissipate between heaven and earth. However, the stick monk Thirteen actually took the initiative to open his own spiritual state of mind.

Ji Zongcheng didn't care about anything else. His soul, which had condensed into a Dharma image, flew into the monk's mind. This method was the secret key passed down from generation to generation by the Living Buddhas of the Western Regions, and it was the foundation of his own immortal will.

Ji Zongcheng discovered that Shisan's state of mind was as clear as a lake.

The surroundings were vast and boundless. They did not look like the Vajra or Bodhisattvas that the Buddhist sects would have, nor were they the divine beasts that the martial artists had condensed their own will into. Instead, they were just a lake of autumn water. Between heaven and earth, a voice echoed:
"Amitabha, you are here."

Ji Zongcheng saw that the vital energy between heaven and earth condensed into a huge monk with a strong body and a bald head, hanging in the air and emitting infinite light.

It was the Thirteenth Monk with a Stick.

He was holding a large teapot in his hand, with steam bubbling out of it.

Ji Zongcheng discovered that the Pinghu Lake he was in was actually an extremely large teacup. Before he could react, the boiling hot tea in the teapot fell towards Ji Zongcheng within the soul of Monk Thirteen.

The remaining willpower of Ji Zongcheng within his soul was burned so painfully.

The surrounding void trembled, and the stick monk Thirteen asked solemnly:
"Have you let it go?!"

Ji Zongcheng: “???”

The remaining will yelled, "Put your uncle down!!!"

Monk Thirteen said slowly, "It seems that he has never let it go."

“Keep adding!”

Then, raging fire and thunder fell from the teapot. Ji Zongchen rolled over in the teacup in agony. The monk's questions kept coming from all around him - [Why don't you let go?] [Why don't you let go?]!
Outside, Li Guanyi looked at the monk sitting cross-legged with a compassionate look on his face.

Li Guanyi said: "Is the Buddhist telepathy really so mysterious?"

The whale fisherman said, "If he really can read minds, it's mysterious, but I see something wrong with this kid's approach."

The old Siming squatted in front of the monk and patted the black tortoise. The black tortoise just spun around and turned into a small turtle. It immediately went into the spiritual platform of the stick monk Thirteen Eyebrows to take a look. The old black tortoise grinned as soon as he went in and took a look.

Struck by lightning and burned by fire, stabbed by swords and hit by sticks.

However, the last bit of Ji Zongchen's thoughts were beaten almost to pieces by the monk with a stick.

But he still struggled.

Suddenly, it burst out with all its power, trying to fly out of the mind of the stick monk Thirteen. The Ming Wang transformed by Xiangliu flew out in one breath for an unknown distance. The thought that Ji Zongcheng had condensed with the wonderful method of the Western Buddhist Kingdom was almost dissipated.

But finally he saw the edge of this stick monk's mind, which was like several giant pillars supporting the sky.

Ji Zongcheng was overjoyed that he could finally break out, but he saw the huge pillars supporting the sky shaking, and then they pulled him up.

These giant pillars turned out to be the fingers of the mind of the stick monk Thirteen.

Ji Zongcheng finally went crazy. He tried his best to release many mysterious martial arts and displayed all the martial arts he mastered, shouting "What do you want?" The stick monk asked what he wanted to know, but Ji Zongcheng told him everything.

He was actually dead, it was just a thought at this moment.

I couldn't bear such a situation and just hoped to die soon.

In this situation, no matter what questions the stick monk asked, Ji Zongcheng's subconscious thoughts were reflected in the mind lake of the stick monk Thirteen, and were seen clearly by the monk.

Finally, Ji Zongcheng finished saying everything, and this obsession in his mind also dissipated.

He just felt extremely tired, and suddenly staggered and sat down.

The thunder in the sky, fire in the ground, and many strange phenomena around him all dispersed, leaving only the wind blowing through the lotus pond. He sat there with a pale face. In front of him was a tall but solemn monk, the only disciple of the Central Earth Buddhist sect who was valued and sent out by the Central Earth Living Buddha, holding a teapot.

Ji Zongcheng was holding a teacup in his hand, and the stick monk Thirteen stood in front of him with one hand and poured tea for him. Ji Zongcheng was stunned and lost in thought. The stick monk asked calmly:
"There is nothing to cling to, nothing to change, all appearances are false."

"Donor, you are already dead, but you still won't let go?"

Ji Zongcheng murmured: "Put it down..."

He watched the tea overflow. The scalding hot tea touched his fingers, causing burning pain. He finally had a sudden realization, tears streaming down his face. "So that's how it is. This whole life is just an empty dream..."

"It's better to let it go."

Old Black Turtle and Old Sima Ming were shocked when they saw this scene.

But I never thought that this rough monk had such attainments in Buddhism.

Before, I thought that he would beat the other party's last soul into madness, and then torture him to get the information he wanted. I didn't expect that there would be such a change afterwards.

Ji Zongchen actually showed signs of being unwilling to be liberated.

There was a look of relief on his face. Just as the old Siming was sighing that this was a real monk, Ji Zongchen put down the cup in his hand with a look of relief on his face, and suddenly he heard a whistle.

Just when Ji Zongcheng was about to let go of the thought, the Stick Monk Thirteen used his long stick to blow up Ji Zongcheng's soul again, completely shattering it into thin air. Even at the Grandmaster level, the Dharma of the Western Buddhist Kingdom could hardly survive.

"Liberation? Let go..."

"It's a pity that a demon like you doesn't deserve to be liberated."

"Only by letting you die a moment before you are free, can you know the pain of that moment and atone for your sins."

The monk with a stick held one hand upright in front of his chest.

The Living Buddha gave him advice for a long time, but he still refused to let it go.

It’s not that he can’t, it’s just that he won’t let go.

Looking down, the stick monk in the Yuanshen showed a simple and honest smile on his face, and said to the old black tortoise and the old Sima Ming over there: "Two elders, would you like to serve me some tea?"

“In a teacup lies the universe; in a drop of water lies the world and the human heart.”

“You two don’t seem to have let it go.”

The old Siming grinned and said, "The old monk in the academy has a successor."

The monk with a stick replied: "If I don't follow his path, how can there be successors?"

"Just like it is impossible for me to become the successor of Senior Black Turtle and serve as Senior Siming's human shield."

"All living beings and spirits are unique."

"Who is the successor of whom?"

"If you say that I am the successor of all Buddhas, then all Buddhas are not worthy of it."

"If you say that all Buddhas are my successors, then I am inferior to ordinary people."

In an instant, the changes in his telepathy spread. Old Siming and Old Black Turtle watched the stick monk slowly open his eyes. He felt at ease and relaxed, and then his face showed that carefree smile again. He said happily, "Amitabha, my telepathy has worked."

"Please give me a pen and paper."

Li Guanyi naturally handed over the paper and pen.

The big monk picked up the brush and dipped it in ink, and wrote down many things in one breath. First, he drew the original diagram of the formation. It turned out that the big monk had a wonderful skill in fine brushwork. When he was in the academy, he was good at fine brushwork and freehand painting.

He wrote and took exams for others in exchange for money to make a living.

At this moment, the formation diagram was drawn in one go.

Then he drew all of Ji Zongcheng's Western Buddhist martial arts one by one.

"Brother Li is going to face this demon sect, so it's always good to know the other party's martial arts style."

After writing it all down in one breath, the whale fisherman took the formation and took a look at it. A look of great joy appeared on his face, and he said, "You bald ass, you actually understand [Telepathy]?!"

"Okay, okay, with this formation diagram, we can break the formation."

The monk smiled naively, hesitated for a moment, and then said:
"I was in Ji Zongcheng's soul before, asking him various questions to reflect his true heart and the scenes that he remembered most deeply. I saw some scenes, the weight of which is hard to forget even for this person who fell from the Buddha to the devil."

"That silver-haired girl, at the beginning, wasn't she, wasn't she silver-haired?"

The whale fisherman asked, "What did you see?"

Monk Thirteen clasped his hands together, with a compassionate look on his face: "I have seen that her lost emotions do not include pain or joy. She should have had white hair and inherited her parents' blood."

"Just like a child has some characteristics like his father and some characteristics like his mother."

"But I saw that Ji Zongcheng abducted her personally."

"There was an extremely beautiful woman who took care of her, fed her with all kinds of natural treasures, strengthened her foundation, and loved her very much. She spent every day with her and always said that she was her biological daughter. Everyone around knew that she regarded this little girl as the apple of her eye."

"Then, using the secret method of [Western Buddhist Sect, Reincarnation in the Lotus Pond], I drained half of his blood, cut off half of his bones, and also extracted his bone marrow."

"Raise him in this way and purify his bloodline to be like that of this senior."

"It's like washing your tendons and refining your marrow. It's not only painful, but also extremely fierce."

"Even Ji Zongcheng couldn't bear to watch it."

"It's better to kill than to torture him like this."

"But the woman said that she would rather the child survive and suffer a little."

"Ji Zongcheng was horrified. He had never forgotten the woman's expression in the past ten years. I just caught a glimpse of it. It was full of kindness, maternal love, and pain. All these emotions came from her heart. He could understand her heart and could not tolerate any falsehood."

"However, although it is caring, the action is decisive."

"She also had a loving heart towards the little girl; but people are complex and not simply that simple. Perhaps there are other things that are more important than this kind of natural maternal love and outweigh it."

"His tactics are so fierce that even Ji Zongcheng cannot match him."

"Endless pain, blood is drawn without end, and after the bloodline is purified, the white hair turns silver-white like the stars in the sky. After that, all emotions are wiped out, and a [Reincarnated Spirit Child] with a bloodline similar to the [Legend of Martial Arts] is artificially created."

"The means were cruel, I cannot conceal it."

Stick Monk Thirteen stood with one hand erect in front of him, holding the heavy stick in his right hand, and said:
"I know that such words are quite cruel, and perhaps some people will cover it up." "But monks do not tell lies."

"If you conceal something like this, it would be false. If you speak directly, it would be compassionate."

The whale fisherman's aura fluctuated violently.

Li Guan lowered his eyes slightly.

Half of his blood and bone marrow were extracted alive...

Murderous intent grew in Li Guanyi's heart.

The whale fisherman had a cold expression on his face, but he was extremely calm and indifferent. He only went to break the formation and return some of Yaoguang's emotional abilities. Li Guanyi personally sent the stick monk Thirteen to his residence and took good care of him.

He saw the silver-haired girl reading quietly, her silver hair was beautiful.

There was not much emotion in the girl's eyes.

They are the ones without father or mother.

It was only now that Li Guanyi realized what Yaoguang's calm words meant.

While the whale fisherman was breaking the formation, Li Guanyi was in another place, tempering and destroying the statues and human destiny. Nangong Wumeng successfully brought back all the statues and the luggage.

She even got lost because of the sudden increase in sandstorms, and found a box of treasure specially buried by the nobles in the city. The treasure in this small box was more valuable than all the goods they had brought with them combined.

Li Guanyi couldn't help but marvel at how cunning these nobles were.

What a pity, what a pity.

What's the use of being cunning?

A cunning rabbit has three burrows, but it cannot defeat fate!
With this dreamless life in hand, what is the so-called fate of poverty?
Li Guanyi felt refreshed at that time.

But soon, in order to mobilize the people to rebuild the city wall, this box of treasure began to be consumed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Li Guanyi's heart ached, but it happened that he was the one who personally led the army to break through the city wall.

How satisfying and satisfying it is when it is broken.

How painful it is at this time.

My head is buzzing.

Later, this small box of treasure was quickly reserved by various budgets, and basically nothing was left. It was taken by Zhangsun Wuchou, who took the treasure and quickly exchanged it for supplies while the news of this city had not spread thoroughly and the surrounding city-states had not blockaded Agni City.

As for why gold and silver were not used, one reason was that it was troublesome to count the amount of gold and silver, and the other was that this small box of treasure was easy to carry, so they had to do so.

Immediately Li Guanyi was sitting here at this moment. In the treasure house, there were only statues.

The fate of humanity was entangled in it, and Li Guanyi stretched out his hand.

The Jiuzhou Cauldron inside the body kept roaring.

The golden royal seal with a tiger as the button was held in Li Guanyi's palm. Ripples appeared on it, and golden light shone. The tiger's roar became louder and louder, and it suddenly opened its mouth, and the surrounding statues shook violently.

Li Guanyi's eyes were filled with golden light, and the flame of humanity's destiny could be seen with the naked eye. The flame flowed and burned, pouring into the Golden King Seal like rivers flowing into the sea, and then through the Tiger Golden King Seal, poured into the Jiuzhou Cauldron.

Inside Li Guanyi's body, the Jiuzhou Cauldron was shining brightly.

The human luck that was bewitched by the Demon Sect poured into the cauldron, and was then shattered by the majestic and upright spirit, and then completely burned, turning into golden flames. One third of the humanity accumulated by the Demon Sect over hundreds of years was burned and transformed at an incredibly fast speed.

The light on the Golden Tiger King Seal became brighter and brighter.

Li Guanyi's heart was filled with murderous intent. He took advantage of this opportunity to refine the Devil Sect's destiny of humanity. Just like the previous two times, he reversed the destiny of humanity and followed the connection with the Devil Sect to try to find the other part.

The Jiuzhou Cauldron hums, and the golden royal seal shines.

In an instant, the mind changed and there was a sense of something.

At this time, the news of Ji Zongcheng's death, the fall of Agni City, the loss of one-third of the human luck and many treasures were delivered to a very distant place through secret letters, including to the headquarters of the Demon Sect.

The leader of the Demon Cult, Xiao Yuxue, flipped through the intelligence letter and a sad look appeared on her face. She said to the people around her, "The guardian king Ji Zongcheng has passed away. He offended one of the four great legends in the martial arts world. The intelligence said that the formation master personally set up a large formation that covered the entire Ajini City."

"The Heavenly King fought hard and died heroically."

The high-ranking members of the Demon Sect around were silent.

Leader of the formation.

Four great legends.

This name, which has been hanging over the entire Demon Sect for more than a decade, was naturally terrifying when it really appeared. Xiao Yuxue arranged many changes for the Demon Sect, and when Wu Xuefei should have retreated, a thought flashed through his mind.

"...Ji Zongcheng is a remaining disciple of the Western Regions Buddhist sect. After parting ways with the pure Buddhist sect, the Holy Church has actually integrated many sects that emerged in this chaotic world in order to expand. Ji Zongcheng has always been dissatisfied with this."

"They are dissatisfied with a young woman taking up the position of the leader, and they are also the most hostile faction in the entire Holy Church. At this moment, it happened that Ji Zongcheng, the guardian of the Heavenly King, was in charge of Agni City, and the whale fisherman came."

"At this moment, Ji Zongcheng was killed."

"The power of the Holy Church has weakened, but the leader's control over the church has increased. This... attracted whale fishermen and killed Ji Zongcheng's lineage. Could it be that the leader did it on purpose..."

Wu Xuefei subconsciously glanced at Xiao Yuxue.

There was no trace of a ripple on that face.

She looked away.

As an elder of the original shamanic sect in the Western Regions, who was later absorbed by the Demon Sect, she had always been cautious in this holy sect, fearing that she would be involved in many troubles. So she kept silent at this moment.

"Elder Wu Xuefei, please wait."

Xiao Yuxue watched everyone leave, but called Wu Xuefei, who paused, turned around, saluted respectfully and said, "Master."

"What's the point of calling yourself the leader? My Holy Church has lost another great general, and it's becoming even more precarious. I don't know when my title as leader will become just an empty title."

Xiao Yuxue showed a trace of fatigue on her face and said, "Come and walk with me."

Wu Xuefei didn't dare to refuse.

Xiao Yuxue rubbed her brows, drank some tea, and then walked with Wu Xuefei to the secret place of the Demon Sect. She had a string of bells hanging around her waist, and there was always a crisp sound when she walked. Wu Xuefei noticed the string of silver bells.

This string of silver bells was Xiao Yuxue's personal belongings. During the ten years since Wu Xuefei came to the Demon Sect, she was often seen holding the silver bells in a daze. Only at this time did Xiao Yuxue lose her usual calmness and composure.

Sometimes I would even shed tears and throw the silver bell away.

After a while, it will pick it up again quietly.

Xiao Yuxue smiled and said, "Elder Wu Xuefei is interested in Central Plains products?"

Wu Xuefei said, "I just saw the exquisite craftsmanship. I didn't expect it to be from the Central Plains?"

Xiao Yuxue said: "This is something similar to a longevity lock. I asked for it from the Central Plains. I hope it can protect the child's life from worries."

Wu Xuefei said: "Your daughter..."

She spoke and stopped immediately.

Xiao Yuxue was stunned for a long time, and said: "It is my flesh and blood, but it is no longer my flesh and blood... After all, it was me who hurt her, and I feel pain and guilt in my heart."

She paused and said, "This is just my choice."

"You can't blame others."

"In troubled times, everyone has their own hardships."

"During the years of disaster in the Central Plains, people exchanged their own children for food. Don't those parents love their daughters? It is precisely because of love and sorrow that they cannot bear to eat their own children."

"But they also wanted to survive, so they had to exchange their own children for other people's children to eat."

"When eating other people's children, I would think of my own children in the soup and feel distressed. When biting the bones, I would subconsciously use 30% of my strength, leaving many bite marks."

Wu Xuefei did not ask any further.

This example made her, an elder who came from the native sacrificial witch religion in the Western Regions, feel as if there was a sense of demonic power hidden beneath her tranquility for some reason.

Xiao Yuxue took Wu Xuefei to a secret place, which turned out to be a corridor. She said softly, "The rest of the destiny of humanity is ahead. The destiny of humanity is vast and unpredictable. The part that my Holy Church had previously hidden has been destroyed. The remaining part is even more pure."

“And more important.”

“It is the foundation of my holy religion.”

"I regard you as my most reliable person, but today something has changed in the world, so you have to pay attention to this place. Once our plan fails, we must completely detonate this humanitarian destiny..."

Wu Xuefei's heart skipped a beat.

Xiao Yuxue said: "We originally relied on Tuyuhun to accomplish great things. Tuyuhun was destroyed two years ago, and we merged with the Dangxiang Kingdom. I know that it was because we tried to destroy Tuyuhun's national destiny that we failed."

"In the past, Tuyuhun was strong, and we were strong."

"If Tuyuhun declines, we will decline."

"Not now."

"I have found a way to connect the destiny of my Holy Church with the dragon vein of the Tangut State... Only in this way can we all prosper together and suffer together, and only then can the destiny of our Holy Church be completely transformed into the destiny of the great kingly way."

"Even if the Holy Religion and the Dangxiang Kingdom will not succeed in our generation, this time with the help of the Tuyuhun dragon vein, I can completely transform the Holy Religion's energy, the python swallowing the dragon, and completely transform. One day, future generations will fulfill our long-cherished wish."

"Let my Holy Church completely transform into a nation, and stop messing around in the underworld."

"I can compete with all the heroes in the world..."

"As for Buddhism, the Buddhism in the Western Regions only adheres to Buddhist scriptures and has a narrow mind. The tribal princes are indecisive and are just like dust and sand. Even if they are in the martial arts world, they should treat the world as chess pieces."

"I have already committed myself to the game, so how can I be reluctant to give up my daughter?"

"Even so, I still feel sad in my heart."

"That's all."

Wu Xuefei said nothing. Xiao Yuxue looked calm. She reached out her hand to touch the statue. There was already a trace of upright human luck on the statue. When Xiao Yuxue's fingers touched the statue, there was a loud noise.

The flaming humanitarian aura on the statue seemed to be expanding outwards.

It really turned into a flame.

Xiao Yuxue stepped back suddenly, the silver bell at her waist rang, and she saw a man walking out with his sleeves fluttering.

It’s Li Guanyi!

Li Guan held up the royal seal in one hand and controlled the destiny of humanity for the third time as he did before.

"Sure enough, you are here."

Li Guan opened his mouth, and the next moment, he pressed his waist with one hand.

A whistling sound exploded.

Chi Xiao——

Draw your sword!

The magic sword was so powerful that it chopped fiercely towards the woman's neck!
cut! ! !
(End of this chapter)