Zongwu: Saving Wu Meiniang at the beginning

Chapter 251: No Shame

"Why?" Dajue was very annoyed now, so annoyed that he wanted to beat Wuxin to death right now.

The content of the Heart Sutra is correct. After all, the monks in their Kowloon Temple are all regular monks who have to attend morning classes every day.

As a compulsory subject in the daily morning classes, they had already memorized the Heart Sutra by heart, and unless something unexpected happened, there would be no possibility of any problems.

However, as expected, an accident still happened. The thirty-three great monks formed a formation with Buddhist power blending as if they were one. It can be said that they completely stimulated the power of the Heart Sutra. However, when these things acted on Wuxin, they did not bring about any change at all.

No, it cannot be said that there are no changes. To be precise, there are no changes that Dajue wants.

The Buddha's power surged into Wuxin's body, without causing him any pain or threatening his Rakshasa Hall secret technique. Instead, it was as if he had been gilded. At this moment, Wuxin was like a living Buddha.

Dajue opened his eyes and after seeing this scene, he felt that the other person's behavior was more painful than killing him.

Wuxin is Ye Dingzhi's son, the son of the devil, the son of the enemy who killed his master, and the source of hatred that has entangled him for more than ten years.

Such a person is obviously a devil, so why does he look like he is going to become a Buddha?

In fact, what Dajue didn’t know was that the first move of Tathagata Palm was the inheritance secret of Jiulong Temple. The only people who knew this secret were his master and Master Wangyou.

Master Wangyou was originally from Jiulong Temple, but he went to Hanshui Temple when he was young. Wuxin came here not only to fulfill the agreement with his master, but also to send Master Wangyou's relics back here.

Probably upholding the idea of ​​returning to one's roots.

Just when Dajue was itching with hatred and even had the idea of ​​taking action in advance, Wuxin had a new change.

Wuxin opened his eyes at this moment, but the moment he opened his eyes, a tear with golden light flowed out of his eyes.

This tear represents emotion, or gratitude.

Master Wangyou has considered a lot for his disciple. He has been helping with planning since he was a child. The Wanhua Golden Dragon Snatcher was buried in his body early on to nourish his body and improve his understanding of Buddhism.

The Buddhist teachings and principles taught to him by Master Wangyou also became clear to him with the Buddhist power of many eminent monks. In other words, he was enlightened.

With the power of Wanhua Golden Dragon and the Heart Sutra, Wuxin successfully comprehended the Six Supernatural Powers of Buddhism, which are also Master Wangyou's specialty.

It’s just that Master Wangyou failed to understand his telepathy, and neither did Wuxin.

The reason is still because of the Rakshasa secret technique that caused the inner demon.

At the beginning, Wangyou was filled with regret for not being able to cultivate his telepathy, and greed suddenly arose in his heart, so he tried to cultivate the Heart Demon Attraction, and from then on he could not stop.

Later on, he could no longer suppress his inner demons and had no choice but to choose to sit in meditation and pass away.

Therefore, when it comes to his method of telepathy, even if it is about forgetting worries, there is nothing to teach Wuxin, and he doesn't know how long it will take for him to comprehend it on his own.

“Wuxin…?” Zen Master Dajue stood up. He felt taller than Wu Ming. His muscular body was full of oppression. This unexpected change that was beyond his control made him powerless, and also a little angry and embarrassed.

"Master Dajue, please don't disturb me. It's just the secret technique of Rakshasa. I can do it myself." Wuxin's face was very pale, his lips were bright red, and the eyeliner at the corners of his eyes was still red, making people feel that he was a demon monk.

Even though I was saying something nice, it always sounded a bit frivolous.

However, his next action was not frivolous at all. He raised his right palm and struck his own Dantian Qi Sea fiercely. Under the gaze of everyone, with just one palm, he destroyed all the power he had gained from practicing the Rakshasa secret technique.

"Amitabha, well done, well done..." The monks showed compassion on their faces and chanted the Buddha's name, as if the person who was about to lose his energy was not them.

Of course, this is not hypocrisy, it is just their true perception. For many monks, as long as Wuxin does not practice the secret techniques of Rakshasa Hall, he is a good boy.

Even a friendly back, after all, Wangyou had just died.

But Zen Master Dajue didn't think so, he had other ideas. He wanted to kill Wuxin, not because of any secret technique from the beginning. He got rid of the secret technique just to make it easier to kill him.

And Wu Ming can just take advantage of this.

From a normal monk's perspective, Wuxin's decisiveness in solving the problem on his own is actually very touching. At the very least, one would feel that this child is a man of wisdom.

But Dajue wouldn't. He was just thinking about what kind of reason he should find to take down Wuxin.

At this time, a man came outside the hall.

The white-haired Jade Sword has a graceful and elegant temperament and a calm and unhurried demeanor.

Here it comes, the reason for awakening has come in a chic manner riding on the wind.

"Young master, now that the mortal world is over, can you return to the Tianwai Tian Sect with your subordinates?" The white-haired immortal Mo Xuanqi, the left protector of the Tianwai Tian Demon Sect, is a loyal supporter of Ye Anshi, also known as Wuxin. In his early years, he had made an agreement with Baili Dongjun and others that they would be allowed to welcome back the young master sixteen years after the Demon Sect's eastward expedition.

Now that the agreed time has arrived, the White-haired Immortal will naturally come.

"Wuxin, you are a genius in Buddhism. Since ancient times, the devil and Buddhism cannot coexist. If you want to go back to that outer heaven, you should leave behind your Buddhist cultivation." Dajue said without blushing or breathing heavily, and many monks behind him lowered their heads.

This is shameful.

Although monks are thick-skinned, they cannot be too thick-skinned. In their opinion, Dajue's behavior is really too much.

Wuxin glanced at Dajue with a half-smile, with some sarcasm and helplessness in his eyes.

The master asked him to let go of his hatred, and he thought he had done it, but even if he let it go, how could the world let it go?

After a helpless sigh, Wuxin challenged Zen Master Dajue to a duel.

The White-haired Immortal was naturally annoyed at Dajue's behavior, because in his opinion, Dajue's behavior was a shameless violation of the oath.

That oath was made with the joint witnesses of both the righteous and the evil.

Canglang let out a sword chant, and the jade-like sword was unsheathed. His elegant white hair fluttered in the air, and a terrifying sword intent came from Wuxin, who took a step ahead and locked onto Zen Master Dajue.

However, at this moment, Dajue seemed to have made up his mind. He just lowered his head and chanted the Buddha's name silently, then rushed towards Wuxin regardless of anything.

The next moment, just as the White-haired Immortal was about to take action, the sound of a sword breaking through the air was heard, with a faint and clear sound of childishness coming from it.

Cloud shuttle, green frost, phoenix flute, red leaves, butterflies...

Five swords came flying in succession, each in a different posture, blocking his way. The next moment, a short young man appeared on the eaves of the main hall of Jiulong Temple, carrying a sword box taller than himself on his back.

"Wushuang City? Are you going to break the contract too?"

“The evil cult villains must be killed by everyone.” The boy’s name is Wushuang, and he comes from Wushuang City. He is the hope of this generation of Wushuang City, the hope to regain glory.

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Chapter 252: Old Six

Dajue has been possessed by a demon. His already majestic height has now become even taller and more powerful. His height is more than half of that of Wu Ming when he used his magical powers to control the heavens and the earth.

Even Wuxin today feels quite pressured facing Dajue. Wuxin opened his eyes, golden light surged in his eyes, and the method he used was the clairvoyance, one of the six supernatural powers in Buddhism.

He hoped to use this to discover the flaws in Zen Master Dajue.

However, when a ray of golden light spread out, a demonic energy like a net was seen under the golden body of Zen Master Dajue. Behind the demonic net, a handsome and slightly frivolous man with a pair of bright purple eyes was looking at him with a smile.

"It's you?" Wu Xin's expression changed. He turned around and looked at Wu Ming who was watching the show outside the crowd. The same smile was so dazzling this time.

But before he could ask the doubts in his mind, Dajue had already activated the Vajra Demon Subduing Power and rushed over. At this time, Dajue had absorbed the true energy of six fellow disciples, and his might became even more terrifying, and the Buddha's light in his eyes had been replaced by demonic energy.

In Dajue's eyes, Wuxin at this moment is Ye Dingzhi twelve years ago, someone who must be killed.

He just roared wildly, and his voice contained the meaning of the Buddhist lion's roar. The people around him were all shocked by the roar. The monks behind him who were invited by Dajue to dissolve Wuxin's power all vomited blood. Lei Wujie and Xiao Se were directly blown away.

Immediately afterwards, the main hall of Jiulong Temple was also shaken and collapsed by this angry shout.

Immediately afterwards, Dajue and Wuxin flew out from under the collapsed hall. The two fought in the mid-air, one vowed to subdue the devil, while the other dodged the opponent's attack with golden lotus blooming under his feet.

Wuxin chose to hold back in the end, or rather, he was mindful of the friendship between him and Dajue. His divine eye clearly told him that Dajue was completely burning his life at this moment.

It would be fine if he just hid. Once he started, Dajue would exhaust his energy before killing him.

There is another option, which is that he doesn't hide.

If he doesn’t hide, he will die. Wuxin certainly doesn’t want to die, so he can only delay time, hoping to find a way to break the situation... well... before Dajue dies of exhaustion.

The six supernatural powers of Buddhism are the names of the Arhat Buddhas. Humans have eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, and mind, which are seduced by the six thieves of color, sound, smell, taste, touch, and dharma.

He robbed his family treasure, causing the six spirits to lose their communication.

People who practice Zen have pure six senses. Their eyes do not see colors, their ears do not hear sounds, their noses do not smell fragrances, their mouths do not taste flavors, their bodies are free from smoothness, their minds are free from random thoughts, and they get rid of the six desires. Then their souls can leave their bodies and wander beyond the six directions. Their eyes see distant colors, their ears hear distant sounds, their noses sense distant fragrances, their mouths sense distant tastes. They are neither born nor dead, and have a deep understanding of the past and present. Therefore, they are called the six supernatural powers.

If Wuxin's six supernatural powers were complete, the current predicament would not be a problem. Unfortunately, he is still some distance away from perfection.

Wuxin dodged Dajue's attack again and became more and more anxious. In his sight, Master Dajue's blood and essence were like being in a furnace, burning and being consumed rapidly. If it continued to be consumed, even if he found a way, he would become a useless person.

Thinking of this, Wuxin gathered the power of Buddha and stopped dodging. Facing the rushing Zen Master Dajue, he fiercely struck out with a palm.

The Wanhua Golden Dragon was born when the Buddha sought the light and truth from darkness. It is a Buddha soldier born from all dharmas and manifested by the mind. It upholds righteousness and defends the way, representing the light of the mind.

It is the guardian magic weapon when the Buddha's light first appears in the first posture of Tathagata's Palm.

This is Wuxin's right hand extending a palm, and his left hand forming a heart seal. A dazzling Buddha light appears, carrying the momentum of breaking through the darkness and welcoming the light.

Dajue was captured by the Buddha's light, and a variety of emotions suddenly appeared on his face, including sadness, regret, etc. Just when he was about to have an epiphany on the spot, Wu Ming, who was standing outside the crowd, once again flashed a ray of devilish light in his eyes.

The light that had just appeared in Dajue's eyes fell into darkness again. The scene of his master's tragic death emerged in his mind, and a line of blood and tears flowed out.

Behind him, a pagoda in Jiulong Temple collapsed like rain under Wuxin's palm.

"Despicable!" Wu Xin turned and looked at Wu Ming, his eyes becoming extremely angry.

"Wuxin, how dare you destroy the resting place of our master." Wuxin was angry, but there were people who were even angrier than him. The pagoda contained the relics and ashes of many ancestors of the Jiulong Temple. Wuxin's palm had completely pushed him to the opposite side of the monks.

This palm strike should not have had such an outcome. Even though Wuxin did not know much about Jiulong Temple, he had lived in an authentic temple like Hanshui Temple for many years.

Wuxin was naturally familiar with pagodas like this one that enshrined the great masters of Buddhism. However, Wu Ming, who was hidden in the body of Zen Master Dajue, used the method of unloading force to direct most of his palm power to the pagoda.

This caused the pagoda to collapse.

Jiulong Temple was originally a large temple with many talented people. Although Dajue was the abbot, he was not the strongest in the temple. As the pagoda collapsed, Dajue's peers and even predecessors took action one after another and formed the Arhat formation.

There are six monks at the level of Grandmaster, combined with twelve Grandmasters, which make up the Eighteen Arhats formation.

In a moment the formation was complete, and eighteen people were trapped in it.

There are Dharma images revealed behind each of them, which is naturally due to the power of the formation.

The Eighteen Arhats are composed of two venerable ones and sixteen Arhats. The one who subdues the dragon and subdues the tiger is the venerable one, so naturally the Dharma form formed by the other two is the core of the formation.

They are the core of the formation and the main attackers, a golden dragon and a white tiger, and with the support of the monks, they pounce on Wuxin fiercely.

But at this time, Dajue, under the guidance of Wu Ming, set his sights on Xiao Se and Lei Wujie.

In the past, even if he was filled with hatred, Zen Master Dajue would never do such a despicable thing. Unfortunately, at this moment, Dajue was just a puppet controlled by Wu Ming, and he didn't care about what was despicable or not.

With his domineering body awakened, it was naturally easy for him to deal with Xiao Se, who had lost all his power, and Lei Wujie, who was only at the grandmaster level.

What's more, there is Wu Ming, the sixth brother, by his side.

With just one punch, Lei Wujie and Xiao Se vomited blood and screamed subconsciously, which also made Wuxin confused. It was at this time.

It was at this time that Wu Ming attacked again, but this time, his target was Wuxin. A phantom demon seed sneaked into the Arhat formation, and while Wuxin was being attacked by the golden dragon and the white tiger at the same time, the demon seed sneaked into Wuxin's sea of ​​consciousness.

Although this demon seed is called a demon seed, it actually exudes the power of Buddha and merges easily into Wuxin's body without even causing any alertness or resistance from Wuxin.

You must know that Wu Ming masters the last move of Tathagata Buddha's Palm. Although there is no subordinate relationship between them, the principles are similar.

After doing all this, Wu Ming flew out the next moment, grabbed Lei Wujie and Xiao Se by the shoulders, and lifted them up and flew away from Jiulong Temple.

I have to tell the following story myself... um, it probably isn't suitable for these two people to participate.

Chapter 253: Fight to the Death

"Thank you, big brother." For the first time, Lei Wujie felt that Wu Ming was a good person, and a very good person.

"You're welcome. If you go to Snow Moon City and meet the Snow Moon Sword Fairy, remember to tell her that it's better to pledge your love to her than to thank her for her kindness."

"Okay, I'll definitely bring it there." Lei Wujie stared at Wu Ming blankly. Although he didn't understand, he kept it in mind.

As for Xiao Se, he was naturally very grateful. Although he always felt that there was something wrong with Wu Ming, he still saved him this time.

"Well, big brother, can you please save Master Wuxin?" Lei Wujie asked innocently. He was very simple-minded, not a greedy person who would take advantage of the situation.

When Wu Ming heard this, he gave a gentler smile.

"Save him, of course I have to save him. I admire Wuxin very much."

For some reason, Wu Ming's last smile always made Lei Wujie, who had a pure heart, feel a little cold, but he quickly dispelled this coldness by himself.

Impossible! He's my savior, such a good person. How could he have any bad ideas?

He turned his head and looked at Xiao Se, and the two of them tacitly found a corner at the foot of the mountain. No matter what, they had to wait for the result.

"Why are you here?"

"Tang Lian..."