Heaven and Ten Thousand Realms as Dao Patriarch

Chapter 132
Wang Xuan walked out of the yin and yang channel and returned to the human world of Liaozhai World.

It's just that this place is obviously not near Lanruo Temple, and I don't know where I came to.Looking around, there are verdant forests nearby, and no human habitation can be seen.

Wang Xuan directly sacrificed the Qingming sword, and flew into the air in an instant.

As the saying goes, you can only see far when you stand tall. At this time, he was suspended in mid-air, and when he looked into the distance, what he saw and heard was completely different from before.

Although the area of ​​the woods he is in is not small, it only has a radius of more than ten miles.In the east of the woods, there is a huge city, which is far beyond the comparison of ordinary county towns.

"Where is that place?" Wang Xuan circulated the Golden Eyes of Qi Luck, and saw that the city was full of energy, the red and white air was like an ocean, and there were even dozens of Yellow Luck and Green Luck.

More importantly, in the center of that city there was a burst of purple energy that soared into the sky, swallowing luck from all directions, and turned into a white dragon with four toes and four claws.

"This is clearly humane dragon spirit! In the world of Chinese martial arts like Liaozhai World, only one country's national fortune can have such a grand scale!" Wang Xuan suddenly realized: "So I came near the capital."

At this time, the Daqian Dynasty had reached the end of the dynasty, and the dragon aura, which seemed to show its teeth and claws on the surface, was truly majestic, but in fact it was already at the end of its strength.

Wang Xuan could clearly see black tribulation qi entangled around the Qi Luck dragon, and black spots of light gathered from all directions at all times, dancing around the Qi Luck dragon, and gradually blending into the body of the Luck dragon.

"The Daqian dynasty is hopeless, and the change of dynasty is estimated to take more than ten years."

"And if I'm not mistaken, the reason why Dagan's national fortune has declined to such an extent is probably because of the evil spirits."

As long as Wang Xuan thinks about the original work of Liaozhai for a while, he can guess the reason. This must be the fault of Pudu Cihang, the centipede spirit!

That centipede got mixed into the Dagan court, and it was the highest position of the national teacher, and it also ate many high-ranking officials in the court, leaving only a human skin for the little demon to board.After such tossing, it is a strange thing that the fortune of the great potential country does not decline!

Wang Xuan was about to withdraw his gaze to interrupt the golden pupil of luck, but he accidentally discovered that there was also a streak of purple energy rising into the sky behind him.

The scale of that purple air is far less magnificent than that of Dagan National Games, but its color is deeper, reaching the level of deep purple!
Next to the deep purple luck, there is also a rising green energy. Although it is not as shocking as the purple luck, it is still comparable to Yan Chixia's level.

"This purple luck is different from the luck of the country, and it is also somewhat different from the luck that comes with human monsters and other existences. It should be the purple precious light! As for the green energy next to the purple precious light, it is probably the existence of the guardian treasure. "

Wang Xuan took a deep breath. Originally, he planned to go to the capital of Dagan, but now he abruptly changed his direction and flew in the direction of Zi Baoguang.

He had just flown a few miles when he saw an ancient temple hidden in the woods, which looked quite old.

"I don't know where an expert is coming. I feel lost and welcome, please come in and tell me!" An old but Zen-like voice came from the temple.

Wang Xuan pressed the sword light and landed in the ancient temple.

An old monk with an extremely old face, but his whole body exuded a faint golden Buddha light came out, looked Wang Xuan up and down, and asked: "The benefactor has such a cultivation level at a young age. I don't know whether it is a high-ranking student from Shushan or from the Under the Kunlun sect?"

Obviously, this old monk, like Yan Chixia, believed that Wang Xuan must come from a great Taoist sect, and only those top sects could cultivate young talents like Wang Xuan.

Wang Xuan smiled and said nothing, although he really wanted to put on a vest, but if the monk on the opposite side asked about the current situation of the seniors of Shushan and Kunlun sects, how would Wang Xuan answer?
So he simply didn't say anything, and let the old monk opposite him make up his mind.

The old monk's cultivation level is as high as that of the warriors in the early stage of transformation in the main world. Wang Xuan chatted with him, looked towards the direction of the capital as if pointing, and said, "Great mage, are you here?" Practicing Buddhism here, but not far away in the capital, demons are raging, and you don’t want to take care of it?"

"It turns out that the benefactor has also discovered it." The old monk's eyes became serious, and he said with great grief and indignation: "The monsters in the capital are all subordinates of the national teacher Cihang Pudu, and Cihang Pudu is a thousand-year-old centipede spirit with a cultivation base Unfathomable, the old monk is not his opponent at all."

"It's a fluke for the poor monk to escape from his hands. How dare he go to subdue demons?"

The other party spoke with great grief and indignation, as if he hated himself for not being strong enough to subdue demons and demons, causing all living beings to suffer.But Wang Xuan refused to believe half of his words.

"I'm afraid it's not because I don't dare to take care of it, but because I don't want to take care of it?" Wang Xuan sneered.

No matter how harmful that Cihang Purdue is, but he is a Buddhist believer. He has packaged himself as an eminent monk to preach Buddhism, and he can even turn into a big Buddha. How can ordinary monsters do this?

Buddhism pays attention to saving all living beings, and it also pays attention to putting down the butcher's knife to become a Buddha immediately. Many monsters have been transformed into Buddhism. I am afraid that Cihang Purdue is a monster from Buddhism!
The expression of the old monk changed, he was no longer as compassionate as before, but became murderous and awe-inspiring: "Benefactor, you know too much, you will inevitably go astray, why don't you just stay here and follow the old monk to practice Zen and Dharma. Live your life."

This old monk actually wanted to convert Wang Xuan into Buddhism!

Wang Xuan suddenly felt dark, he looked up and saw a huge bowl descending from the sky, trying to cover him in it.

"Chop!" Wang Xuan shouted coldly, sacrificing the Qingming Sword and slashing towards the sky.

"Bang!" After the bowl collided with the Qingming Sword, the light dimmed a bit.It can be seen that the quality of this bowl is not as good as the Qingming Sword, it should be just a top-grade magic weapon.

"Sure enough, he is a master of the Taoist sect. He bestowed such a divine sword at a young age. He should be my Buddhist guardian!" The old monk roared and poured the majestic Buddhist mana into the bowl.

After all, Wang Xuan's cultivation base was several small realms lower than that of the old monk, although the quality of the Qingming sword was higher than that of the bowl, it didn't help.

The bowl was quickly covered, and there were countless restrictions flickering inside, and Wang Xuan's power was about to be sealed in an instant.

Wang Xuan frowned, and stabbed with all his strength towards the top of his head with the Qingming Sword.

"Boom!" There was a muffled sound like a drum beating in the alms bowl, which dimmed the aura of the alms bowl again.

"It's all fallen into my alms bowl, how can you be presumptuous?" The old monk sneered, and opened his mouth to spit out the six-character mantra of Buddhism.

"Om, um, ni, ba, mi, hum!"

Six golden characters flew out of the old monk's mouth, and finally fell into the bowl.

(End of this chapter)