Eternal Sword

Chapter 491: Feixue Hall

The Sanskrit sounds do not last long. After the chanting ends, many people are still immersed in it for a long time, as if intoxicated.

Luo Qi and Lin Ling'er quickly came to their senses after being reminded by Guo Heng.

"This monk has some amazing skills!"

Luo Qi was secretly shocked and whispered, "If you are not prepared, it is easy to fall into the trap."

Guo Heng said: "This man is proficient in the art of music, and can confuse people's minds. In our sect, only Senior Sister's jade flute can restrain this kind of Sanskrit sound. Even if I take action, I have to be careful when facing him."

Roche looked at the Zaku on the altar, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes.

Originally, he made bold statements outside the temple, wanting to test the skills of this Tantric monk.

At this moment, a trace of hesitation arose in my heart.

"Death, lecherous monk!"

At this moment, a light scolding came from the audience.

Several cold lights broke through the air and shot straight towards the chest of the Zagu monk!

Following closely behind, a petite and nimble figure displayed her skills, long sword in hand, and flew towards the altar.

"It's the Ice Soul Needle!"

Guo Heng had extremely sharp eyesight, and to others, it was just a few flashes of cold light, but he recognized the origin of this hidden weapon.

"A disciple of Feixue Hall?"

When Lin Ling'er heard about the hidden weapon called Ice Soul Needle, she guessed the person's identity.

Feixuetang was originally a sect in Northern Shenzhou, but later moved south to Yizhou and founded its own sect, famous for its swordsmanship.

His sword skills are elegant and agile, like flying geese on snowy mountains. It is close to Xiling and is as famous as the Bashan Sword School, Dajiang Spear School, Qingcheng Sword School and other major schools.

The Ice Soul Needle is Feixuetang's unique hidden weapon. Anyone hit by the needle will be invaded by a cold poison. If there is no antidote or internal energy to heal the wound and expel the cold poison, they will gradually die of hypothermia. It is very powerful.

Several icy needles arrived in an instant, about to pierce his chest, but the Zagu monk ignored them and continued to sit cross-legged, motionless, with only a faint smile on his face.

In the blink of an eye, several ice needles penetrated into the chest of the Zagu monk!

"bingo?"

Lin Ling'er was slightly startled.

Roche stared at the Zaku monk on the altar.

Guo Heng looked calm.

It's not that simple.

Judging from his body movements, this Feixuetang disciple hasn't even cultivated internal energy. How can he hurt this Tantric monk with this hidden weapon?

The girl from Feixue Hall was dressed in white. She was not very old, about sixteen or seventeen years old, with fair skin and a childish face, but her brows were full of heroic spirit.

After going up to the altar, the girl was a little surprised to see that her hidden weapon hit the Zagu monk so easily.

The girl shouted, "Lecherous monk, you have been poisoned by the cold, why don't you surrender!"

Seeing this, Guo Heng shook his head slightly.

This girl was most likely new to the world, and was acting on passion without much experience.

The monk Nazagu was so calm, obviously he was not injured.

In an inconspicuous corner of Dakong Temple, a middle-aged couple was looking towards the altar.

The beautiful woman snorted and said, "I knew that Ruoqing was a troublesome child. She sneaked down the mountain and would definitely get into trouble! She didn't even cultivate her internal energy, but she dared to provoke the Tantric master. Fortunately, we followed her all the way."

After complaining for a few words, the beautiful woman became worried again and asked, "Why don't you take action?"

The middle-aged man was calm and said calmly, "I don't think this Tantric monk has any intention of hurting anyone. Let's just wait and see what happens. This is a good opportunity to make her suffer a little and learn her lesson."

On the altar.

Many monks from Dakong Temple were about to step forward when they saw this, but the monk Zagu waved his hand slightly, asking the monks to stop. The monk Zagu kept smiling, looking at the beautiful face of the girl, and said in a gentle tone: "Don't worry, lady donor, these hidden weapons can't hurt me."

As he spoke, the Zagu monk gently patted his chest with his palm.

Several crystal clear silver needles flew out and landed in front of him.

"you……"

The girl was startled and subconsciously clenched the long sword in her hand, holding it across her chest.

The monk Zagu sighed and said, "You are too violent. If I can dispel the hatred in your heart, I am willing to take the knife from you and will never dodge."

"Is this true?"

The girl asked with a frown.

The monk Zagu nodded slightly and said, "Monks are compassionate. I never use weapons when competing with others. Please use your sword."

"Huh, that's what you said!"

The girl's eyes lit up, she took a step forward, and slashed at the top of the Zagu monk's head with her knife!
There was an exclamation from the audience.

The Zagu monk did not dodge or avoid, but kept looking at the girl with a smile on his face.

Seeing that the Zaku monk was really motionless and the long sword was about to fall on his head, the girl hesitated, deviated slightly from the trajectory, and slashed the Zaku monk's arm with the sword!
Clang!
When this blow was struck, there was actually a sound of swords clashing!
The girl shuddered all over, screamed, and the long sword fell out of her hand.

At this moment, the monk Zagu stretched out two fingers and caught the falling long sword, saying, "Weapons are unlucky. I will collect it for you."

As the words fell, the long sword suddenly broke into more than a dozen pieces!

The Zagu monk rolled up his sleeves, rolled the broken pieces of the long sword into his hands, rubbed them casually a few times, and actually squeezed them into an iron ball the size of a fist!

When this move was made, there was complete silence throughout the altar.

Guo Heng's face showed strange expression.

He could also shake the girl's sword away and break the weapon with his internal energy.

But he couldn't do it as easily as the Zagu monk did, breaking the long sword with two fingers and then rolling the weapon into an iron ball.

Someone shouted at the side: "Young Master Luo from the Bashan Sword Sect, didn't you say that Master Zhagu's golden body was a trick to fool people? When are you going to compete with him?"

Roche clenched his fists, his face gloomy.

He was also shocked by the move of the Zagu monk just now, and a trace of doubt arose in his heart.

Could it be that this man's golden body is really invulnerable to swords and guns?
Could it be that this person is really the reincarnation of Vajra, so he can cultivate such an indestructible body?
Guo Heng sensed Luo Qi's inner struggle, sighed, patted him on the shoulder gently, and said, "Stop fighting."

"Senior brother..."

Luo Qi looked at Guo Heng.

Guo Heng said: "This Zagu monk is in Dakong Temple. He has a strong aura and has the advantage of time, place and people's hearts. He has already accumulated a great momentum. If you hesitate in your heart, you have already lost this battle."

There were occasional sneers from all around, but Roche hung his head and said nothing, feeling unwilling.

On the altar, the girl was obviously frightened and stood there in a daze.

The Zagu monk looked at the girl, his eyes gleaming with a strange light, and said softly: "I am the reincarnation of Vajra of Gautama Buddha. I came to the human world to save all living beings. I have the protection of gods and Buddhas, and a golden body to protect me."

"If you are willing, you can follow me and study Buddhism together. I am willing to use the initiation method to make you a Buddhist consort, Vajrayogini, and we can be reborn in the Pure Land together in the future..."

The girl was in a daze, as if she had lost her soul. Her mind was obviously confused and she took two steps forward involuntarily.

The middle-aged couple in the corner looked cold when they saw this scene.

"What magical power and golden body? They are all tricks to fool people."

This voice rang out among the crowd, but it spread to every corner of Dakong Temple, and everyone heard it clearly!
As if she had been hit by a slap in the face, the girl suddenly woke up.

Not far away, the smiling face of the Zagu monk seemed to reveal a hint of weirdness and evil. The girl quickly took a few steps back with a look of horror.

(End of this chapter)