Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 659 Pingyuan Sect

After the group of practitioners settled down, the place fell into great silence for a while.

Those who had no intention of competing for the incense naturally looked at the fifteen sects with great interest.

Those who had this idea all looked solemnly at their opponents who had been chosen in advance.

Among these fifteen sects, there are top sects such as Xianyin Dongtian and Xianjianchi, as well as weaker sects such as Pingyuan Sect and Shangjing Qin Family.

Since their strengths are incomparable, the attention they attract will naturally be different.

Not long after, a cultivator came forward first. After bowing his head and paying his respects, he said in a loud voice, "Shenyan Sect pays homage to you and will compete with the Qin Clan of Shangjing for incense!"

The strength of the Shangjing Qin family and the Piaomiao Taoist Temple is not much different, and because there is no outstanding figure like the Chixi Taoist, they naturally become the best opponents in the minds of many people.

"Shenyan Sect? Humph, a small sect dares to imitate others and fight for incense? Die!"

The late-stage cultivator of the Shangjing Qin family was a strong man in armor with an extremely hot temper. As soon as Wan Huizhi of the Shenyan Sect opened his mouth, he shouted and attacked.

The onlookers were not surprised. The ancestors of the Shangjing Qin family were generals, and their family management philosophy was extremely ruthless, which was very different from other Taoist sects. This also created the Qin family, a unique family...

After seeing their move, the others could no longer sit still and stepped forward to choose their opponents.

"Guo Liancheng of the Shiqing Guo Clan is competing with the Ziji Clan for incense!"

"Tianhuamen Yunlou is competing with the Danyang Wu family for fragrance!"

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For a while, the talk of competing for incense rose and fell, and the battle situation escalated one after another. There were dozens of Yuanying cultivators fighting together, and the rolling waves went straight into the sky, reflecting all kinds of spiritual colors.

Such a scene only happens once every hundred years, and countless small sects and schools strive hard to obtain the qualification to burn incense.

But for thousands of years, there has never been a time of success.

Perhaps it was the approaching demonic calamity, or perhaps it was because Beiyuan and the others had already achieved success, but this time, the number of people who stood up to compete for the incense was far greater than the number last time...

Chen Mu watched with interest for a moment, and his heart slowly moved.

The Pingyuan Sect was also a weak sect, but its palace was deserted, in stark contrast to the busy Qin family in Shangjing.

Such different manifestations are enough to show the peculiarity of Pingyuan religion.

He suddenly remembered Yang Cheng's analysis of his experience: "The Pingyuan Sect specializes in the art of raising ghosts. Try not to choose this sect as your opponent..."

At first he was a little skeptical, but now he understands that what he said makes sense.

Chen Mu looked up and saw the three people from Pingyuan Sect had indifferent expressions and said nothing.

The person in the middle was wearing a black robe, and his whole body seemed to be hidden in a shadow. Although he was standing there, he gave people a feeling of being a phantom.

The fluctuations emanating from his body were enough to show that he was the late-stage cultivator of the Pingyuan Sect, the Taoist Lihun.

On her left was a silver-haired old woman. Unlike the former, she had an upbeat demeanor and not a ghostly look. Only the silver patterns covering her neck made her look a little weird.

The last person was the current Taoist priest of Pingyuan Sect. He looked normal, wearing a snow-white robe and a slightly pale face. There was a dark mark on the back of his hand, which was quite conspicuous.

Yang Cheng didn't know much about this person, and it could even be said that none of the various sects in Zhongzhou knew much about him.

All we know is that he came from a humble background, originally an ordinary outer sect disciple. However, due to his special physique, he was extremely suitable for the inheritance of the Pingyuan Sect. That's why he soared to the sky and became the Taoist disciple of this generation that the Pingyuan Sect has devoted all its efforts to cultivating...

"The art of raising ghosts..."

Chen Mu pondered for a long time, muttered something, and cast his gaze on the mark on the back of the man's hand.

At the same time, the three people from Ximo were also watching silently.

Chi Wang had no intention of coming to compete for the incense, but he came here just because his teacher ordered him to. Therefore, he never expressed his opinion actively, and left all decisions to the other two.

The white-browed monk and the other man were also happy to see him like this. After nodding casually, they started discussing among themselves.

“Master Kong Heng, in my humble opinion, the Pingyuan Sect is a sect of ghosts and spirits. To others, it is like a flood and a beast that is difficult to control. But to us, under the light of Buddha, ghosts and spirits cannot hide and it should be easy to catch them.” The other person’s Dharma name is Xuan Zhou. He is a monk from Tianlong Temple. He holds a Tianlong Zen staff in his hand and his words are full of disdain for the Pingyuan Sect.

It's true that he has been a monk for four or five hundred years. He has conquered countless demons and suppressed countless ghosts and spirits in his life. How could he take the Pingyuan Sect, which is good at raising ghosts, seriously?

In fact, he was not the only one who felt this way. Even the White-browed Monk had a vague idea of ​​the Flat Distant Sect in his heart, but it was not revealed on the surface.

"Master Xuan Zhou's words are reasonable. Supporting ghosts is against the will of heaven. As a disciple of Buddhism, I should be upright and honest!"

After saying this, the White-browed Monk stepped into the air, stood in front of the **Yuanjiao Hall, put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha, three donors, ghosts will eventually..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the silver-haired old woman from the Pingyuan Sect: "If you want to fight, then fight. What's the point of talking about justice and harmony?"

The white-browed monk froze for a moment, then nodded with a forced smile, "In that case, I apologize for the offense."

With a shout, his whole body's momentum changed, and gusts of wind appeared out of nowhere, blowing his robes rustling. Behind him, golden light shone, and Buddhist music rolled, covering him in an instant.

His opponent was naturally the Soul-Li Taoist. He snorted coldly, threw away his black robe, and disappeared, turning into a black sky curtain that covered the shining golden light.

The golden light dimmed, and the Buddhist sound also became lower, no longer having the power to suppress.

The white-browed monk smiled calmly and said loudly, "How dare the devilish heaven cover up the light of the true Buddha?"

In an instant, golden light suddenly shone in all directions, brilliant and dazzling, and spread over ten thousand feet in an instant!
The curtain of black sky was like being burned by a raging fire, and several large holes were immediately torn into it, and it could no longer suppress the endless Buddha light.

The silver-haired old woman became anxious upon seeing this, and immediately stood up and pointed. The silver ghost pattern on her neck surged like a living thing, extending out, and was about to help the Taoist Lihun.

However, Xuan Zhou had been paying attention to her for a long time. Seeing this, he laughed loudly towards the sky, raised the Zen stick in his hand and threw it, and it turned into a vivid and powerful white dragon and pounced on her.

"Old Jiupo, your opponent is me!"

And the moment he took action, Chi Wang also walked forward and bowed to the Taoist in snow-capped robe with his hands behind his back.

"I, a poor monk, am eager to learn from you, Taoist friend, your wisdom."

Pingyuan Jiaodaozi remained calm and said indifferently, "You are much more polite than that bald donkey..."

Chi Wang said no more, stretched out his hand and made a Buddhist seal, gathering a bunch of Buddha's light to shine everywhere.

He was born in Baoguang Temple, and his knowledge of "Buddha's Light" was much more advanced than that of Monk Baimei.

However, when he came, Shenxiu had instructed him: "In front of Kongkong Temple, you must put in 70% of your effort in everything you do."

Therefore, he did not use his full strength this time, but only used it as a test, and the momentum was not as grand as that of the one displayed by the White-browed Monk.

Pingyuan Jiao Daozi did not take it lightly just because he was not conspicuous. He waved his hand and turned into a towering mountain to suppress the enemy.

The mountains are majestic, while the Buddha's light is tiny.

But when the two came into contact, the Buddha's light actually penetrated the mountain directly and exploded inside it!

"Oh!"

The high mountains collapsed and scattered, and endless rubble fell like rain.

The onlookers exclaimed, what's going on? How could the Taoist priest of Pingyuan Sect be so vulnerable?
Only those with keen eyesight noticed that something was wrong and secretly became more vigilant.

Chi Wang must have noticed something, his face changed slightly and he was about to withdraw.

The monk's robe fluttered as he was about to avoid all the rubble.

But at this moment, a brown, shriveled, and ferocious hand suddenly stretched out from a piece of rubble beside him and grabbed his left ankle...

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(End of this chapter)