NovelBonte Chapter 223 Land Immortals
Chapter 223 Land Immortals
Chapter 223 Land Immortals
Zhao Min'er followed up and said, "Old Patriarch Xuequan has boundless mana!"
The ancestor of Xuequan, who was sitting on the sedan chair, had an immortal spirit and was wearing a gorgeous robe. He glanced at Zhao Min'er and said with a hum, "Are you worthy of being my left guardian?"
The cowhide was blown, and he quickly admitted his mistake.
Zhao Min'er lowered her head and said, "Subordinates dare not!"
The Patriarch of Xuequan ignored Zhao Min'er, looked through the Heavenly King Hall, and looked at the great monk who injured Zhao Min'er.
"Hehe, when did Shaolin Temple decline so much, even a fifth rank can become the head of the Prajna Hall."
(Note: It is not the head of the Prajna Hall who fought against the little prince back then.)
The leader of the Prajna Hall shouted: "Old monster of Blood Spring, since you know that this is Shaolin Temple, a pure place of Buddhism, how can you not allow you to wait for such nonsense? Why don't you just go back to where you came from!"
The abbot and the other heads also walked out of the main hall, their faces were solemn, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
The ancestor of Xuequan raised his head and laughed.
Suddenly, the laughter stopped, and he swept past the Shaolin Abbot and all the leaders with sarcasm.
"It's just you?"
"Let's start with you first, get the hell out of here!"
The ancestor of Xuequan rolled up his sleeve robe, clasped his claws with ten fingers in both hands, and buckled suddenly in the void.
Immediately, a terrifying suction force was generated out of thin air, like an invisible big hand, grabbing the head seat of the Prajna Hall and pulling it towards him fiercely.
The head of the Prajna Hall had no strength to struggle and was caught by the ancestor of Xuequan.
"The Great Law of Transformation!"
The ancestor of the Blood Spring had a fierce light in his eyes and a ferocious face. He clasped the temples of the head of the Prajna Hall with both hands, and used his magic power to devour it.
The head of the Prajna Hall let out a scream, not only the internal force was sucked away, but also the blood.
What's even more terrifying is that the head of the Prajna Hall seemed to have performed the Ruyi Bone Shrinking Technique. His limbs and torso quickly withered, shrank and squeezed, and finally curled up into a ball and was thrown away by the Blood Spring Ancestor!
Horrible scene, horrifying.
The monks who rushed over from the Buddhist monasteries on both sides of the Daxiong Hall couldn't help but feel their hairs stand on end.
The abbot stood standing with a magic wand in hand, with a serious expression on his face, and said in a deep voice, "What a terrifying magic skill."
The ancestor of Blood Spring laughed loudly: "Don't worry, old bald donkeys, come one by one and suck you dry. Maybe I can sprint to the second level!"
The abbot clasped his hands together, bowed and asked: "Amitabha, the benefactor of the blood spring, I don't know why you are driving the Shaolin Temple."
The ancestor of Xuequan looked mad, and said loudly: "For your life!"
"The leader has ordered that the bald donkey of Shaolin Temple be killed without mercy!"
The abbot held his Zen stick tightly, and said again: "Dare to ask who is your leader? Our temple should have no enmity with your leader!"
The ancestor of Xuequan replied: "Evil Emperor... Wu Tianqiu!"
"Evil Emperor?"
The abbot frowned deeply.
"Stop talking nonsense, let's all die!"
The ancestor of Xuequan grasped it with both hands, and pulled it back, trying to capture the abbot and others together.
"Abbot, let's do it!"
Several leaders stood behind the abbot, with their hands on the abbot's back, using their energy to pass the true energy.
Suddenly, the abbot's long beard fluttered without wind, and his loose cassock and monk robe fluttered.
The abbot only felt that his body was filled with true energy like the sea, boundless and majestic.
"You are presumptuous first, so I can't let this old man do it!"
The abbot clasped his hands together and pushed forward violently.
"Prajna Zen Palm, Buddha Dharma is boundless!"
"call……"
The wind howls, and the white air waves are shaped like raging sea waves, turbulent waves.
The palm force of this move was comparable to the momentum of overwhelming mountains and seas, and all the stone bricks laid on the ground were lifted up, hitting the ancestor of Xuequan and others.
The joint attack of the abbot and the heads of the halls consumes astonishing energy, but the power is also very powerful, and it is a group attack.
With a palm strike, the golden light shines, and the majestic palm wind sweeps across the Heavenly King Hall, beating all the disciples of the Demon Cult on their backs, hitting the wall one after another, vomiting blood from injuries.
With a bang, the sedan chair was torn apart and exploded into powder.
The demon sect masters who carried the sedan chair were naturally unavoidable, their hands and feet were broken by the palm of Prajna Zen, and they lost all breath.
"The bald donkey is courting death!"
At the moment when the sedan chair exploded, the ancestor of Xuequan slapped the armrests with both hands and jumped into the air. His body was like an eagle swooping down, killing the abbot and several leaders.
The magic power was activated, the two palms were slapped out, and two purple-black palm winds, shaped like tornadoes, blasted over.
At this time, when the old power is gone and the new power is not yet generated, the abbot, the head seat and others cannot use the second palm of Buddha Dharma Boundless, so they can only scatter and dodge.
"Bang" with a loud noise.
The white jade steps in front of the Daxiong Palace exploded.
Rocks flew out, the doors and windows of the main hall were broken, the walls fell to the ground, and the entire palace almost collapsed!
"Eight Ways of Bodhidharma - God's Zen Staff Method!"
The abbot held a heavy tin stick, and twisted the stick body in the palm of his hand, the head of the stick turned, and the copper ring on it made a "ding-ding" sound, pounding towards the ancestor of Xuequan.
This tin stick is a treasure of Shaolin Temple, it weighs more than ten thousand catties, it is made of black iron and copper, it is indestructible.
It has been raised in Shaolin Temple for a hundred years, and held by every abbot. The shadow of the Buddha is strong, and it has already been psychic, and it has great power.
I saw purple-gold sound waves spreading out from the head of the staff, rippling in the space.
Ancestor Xuequan was disturbed by the sound waves and looked dazed for a moment. He was hit by the head of the staff and flew backwards, knocking down a stone lantern.
Seeing this, the leader of the Bodhi Hall raised his cassock and started practicing the martial arts of One Leaf Bodhi.
The cassock unfolded flat, flew out, immediately rolled up the ancestor of Xuequan, and wrapped it tightly.
The other three leaders, namely the leader of the Bodhidharma Hall, the leader of the Luohan Hall, and the leader of the Discipline Hall, each used their powerful Vajra Finger, Big Tablet Slammer, and Dragon Claw Hand to attack the Blood Spring Ancestor who was wrapped in cassock.
"Bang bang bang!"
There is the texture of the hit.
"It's done!"
A look of joy flashed in the eyes of the abbot and the chief seats.
It is true that the blood spring patriarch brought them a lot of pressure.
But the abbot and the chiefs believed that no matter how strong the ancestor of Xuequan was, he would be half dead if he was hit by their joint efforts.
"The Great Law of Transformation!"
A shout sounded in vain, and the tightly rolled cassock was torn apart with a "crash" and scattered into pieces.
Seemingly unscathed, the ancestor of Xuequan escaped from the predicament, bristling with anger, his beard exploded, and he grabbed the head of the Discipline Hall with both hands.
The first seat of the Bodhidharma Hall and the first seat of the Arhat Hall retreated violently, but the first seat of the Discipline Hall failed to escape.
With a "chh", the head of the Discipline Hall with a terrified expression was suddenly sucked into a fuck.
"Storm Meteor!"
The ancestor of Xuequan flicked his sleeves, and hundreds of thousands of silver needles of cold stars, shining with cold light, shot towards the head of Bodhidharma Hall like a violent storm.
These silver needles are all quenched with poison, anyone who touches them will die.
He also used the blood spring ancestor's true energy to spur the shot, which was so powerful that it could even penetrate steel plates.
Although the head of the Bodhidharma hall has practiced the indestructible magic of Vajra, it is difficult to stop the rainstorm meteor needle with only a fifth-rank cultivation base.
"Thousands of hands like palms!"
At the very moment, an old monk with white eyebrows and drooping shoulders suddenly appeared in front of Bodhidharma.
His skinny hands turned again and again, forming a golden vortex, blocking the hidden weapon of the ancestor of Xuequan.
"The three great monks have finally appeared, but your strength may not be comparable to that of the former abbot."
The ancestor of Xuequan put his hands behind his back and sneered.
An old monk with white eyebrows and drooping shoulders.
A blind old monk.
A skinny, dark-skinned old monk.
They appeared in front of the Daxiong Palace.
The three great monks, once the head of the hall, over a hundred years old, two generations older than the current abbot!
The Duhe Divine Monk who used to be fat and big-eared has now become skinny and skinny. He said in a hoarse voice: "Old Monster of Blood Spring, are you too confident?"
The Godly Monk of Transcending Tribulation raised his palm with one hand, and said murderously: "Three third-rank Buddhist masters, can they not be an opponent of the devil?"
The Godly Monk Du Ku rolled his eyes, turned his head to the sky and "looked", shook his head and said, "Senior Brother Du Jie, it's not the blood spring monster alone, there is also a Demon Cult master hiding on the roof."
"Another Demon Sect master?"
The Godly Monk Dujie and the Godly Monk Duer were taken aback.
Although their eyes are not blind, their minds are not as good as that of the Godly Monk of Overcoming Suffering.
The perception of the suffering monk is stronger.
"Jie Jie Jie Jie, I didn't expect that the old man was discovered."
A night owl-like sharp laughter sounded.
Following the sound, I found a one-legged old man standing on the roof of the Heavenly King's Hall.
"Old man with disabilities, why are you here, old man?"
The blood spring patriarch's complexion darkened, and he said rather displeased.
The old man Tiancan is one of the four deities of the Demon Sect with him, but the ancestor of Xuequan didn't know the news that the old man Tiancan accompanied him.
The old man Tiancan said solemnly: "The leader has an order. I was worried that you might not be able to handle the three great monks by yourself. You specially asked me to follow to prevent accidents."
"Hehe, it turned out to be the order of the leader, not the old man who wants to take the credit of the ancestor?"
When the ancestor of Xuequan heard that it was the order from Evil Emperor Wu Tianchou, he couldn't say anything and could only complain in a low voice.
The old man with disabilities shouted: "Let's hurry up and complete the task of the leader!"
"Heavenly Legs—"
The old man Tiancan jumped in the air, and one leg seemed to inflate and become bigger, turning into a giant foot like an elephant's foot, and stomped on the Godly Monk Du'e and the Godly Monk Duku.
"The Great Law of Transformation!"
The ancestor of Xuequan grasped his claws with both hands, and also rushed towards the monk who crossed the catastrophe.
"All monks in Shaolin Temple listen to the order and withdraw!"
"As long as you are still alive, Shaolin Temple will never be destroyed!!"
With a roar, the three great monks greeted the old man Tiancan and the ancestor of Xuequan.
War broke out.
After a while, everything stopped.
With a loud bang, the Daxiong Palace shook.
The three great monks were kicked out of the Daxiong Palace and fell in front of the Sutra Pavilion. They vomited blood, were seriously injured, and were dying.
"Boom!"
Patriarch Xuequan beat the Tathagata statue enshrined in the Main Hall to pieces with one palm.
"Shaolin Temple, that's all there is to it, let me have a look at the very famous Shaolin 72 stunts!"
The ancestor of Xuequan strode out.
The old man Tiancan and a group of people from the Demon Cult passed through the Daxiong Palace and followed them to the vestibule of the Sutra Pavilion.
"The dream lasted thousands of years, what year is this eve? Sixty years of vicissitudes, the poor monk has become a land god!"
At this time, accompanied by a burst of yawns, a distant and empty Buddhist voice came from the Sutra Pavilion, suddenly far and near, resounding and resounding over the entire Shaolin Temple!
"Who?"
"Who is it, sneaky!"
"Something has come out!"
The Demon Cult disciples looked up and looked around for the source of the sound.
They could only hear the mighty Buddha's voice echoing above their heads, and they could not figure out the location of the speaker.
The arrogant and arrogant Blood Spring Patriarch put his hands behind his back, took a step forward, and said loudly: "What an arrogant tone. Aren't you afraid that the wind is too strong and your tongue is flashing? How dare you pretend to be a land god?"
Up to the temple, down to the rivers and lakes, the meaning of the word land god is too heavy.
Being able to be called a "fairy" shows that this kind of realm is already transcendent and holy, not within the rank, unimaginable, and elusive.
Among them, land immortal is a more general term.
In each system, it corresponds to a specific title.
For example, the Taoist of Taoism, the Arhat of Buddhism, the Confucian sage of Confucianism, the Gu God of Nanling Gu Clan, the Sword Immortal of Sword Cultivator, etc.
The simple four words mean that it is beyond common sense. It is said that it can shatter the void and ascend to a higher level of the world.
"Wow..."
All the doors and windows of the Sutra Pavilion were opened with a bang, and the wind was blowing.
A monk in green clothes dragged out numerous afterimages and appeared in the vestibule, sweeping the fallen leaves of the thousand-year-old ginkgo tree.
"who are you!"
Xuequan Patriarch Qiu bearded fire eyebrows, and shouted in awe-free manner.
"Swipe".
The monk in Tsing Yi, who was sweeping the floor, seemed to split into a second figure, and came to the ancestor of Xuequan in the blink of an eye.
The two faced each other, only a punch away.
The strange thing is that the monk in green sweeping the floor is still swinging his broom and has not disappeared.
"Eastern avatar technique?"
The Patriarch Xuequan was startled and subconsciously took a step back.
The green-robed monk looked at the Blood Spring Ancestor, yawned, and asked, "Are you the ones disturbing this poor monk's dream?"
"Hmph, Patriarch, I'm not only disturbing your dreams, but I'm also going to take your life away and turn it into a great method!"
The ancestor of Xuequan's eyes flashed sharply, while drinking violently, he grasped his claws with both hands, and grabbed the monk in Tsing Yi violently.
Although he is arrogant and conceited, he never underestimates the enemy. The lion fights the rabbit with all his strength and uses his magic skills to the fullest.
Immediately, the true energy in his body poured out, forming a purple-black air vortex in his claws, swallowing the monk in green.
The figure of the monk in Tsing Yi, like a paper man, twisted with the vortex, compressed and reduced until it disappeared.
"Hahahaha, pretending to be a ghost, that's all!"
The ancestor of Xuequan put down his hands, raised his head and let out a loud laugh.
The old man Tiancan scolded coldly: "Shut up, didn't you see that he himself is still sweeping the floor!"
"Ok?"
Ancestor Xuequan looked intently, and saw the monk in green still sweeping the floor leisurely.
It seemed as if what he had just killed was just an afterimage.
The ancestor of Xuequan frowned and thought to himself: "When I performed the great method of transforming kung fu, I really didn't have the real feeling of being sucked in. Who the hell is he?"
The three great monks who fell on the ground saw the appearance of the monk in Tsing Yi clearly, they were both surprised and suspicious.
"You are... Miao Chen!"
"Why have you become younger?"
Even though Miaochen is younger than them, he is still an old monk in his sixties or seventies.
But the monk in green clothes in front of him not only didn't look old at all, he was even younger.
He has sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and is handsome. Time has not left any traces on him.
The Godly Monk Overcoming Suffering asked in astonishment, "Miaochen?"
"It's the young novice monks who were rejected by our temples because of their poor qualifications after they were ordained?"
"Didn't he become a sweeping monk later? Why is he so powerful!"
The monk of crossing suffering can't figure it out.
The other two great monks also couldn't figure it out.
However, in the current situation, the demon sect has attacked the Shaolin Temple and penetrated the main hall. They can only place their slim hope on a sweeping monk.
but……
Can a mere sweeping monk really be able to turn the tide?
What he was facing was hundreds of Demon Cult disciples, and two Demon Cult powerhouses at the peak of the third rank!
The scene fell into a dead silence, and the air was extremely heavy.
The disciples of the Devil's Cult looked at each other, and pressed their palms on the hilt of their swords, as if drawing their swords at any time, but no one did it.
Only Lu Ming swept the ground on his own, and piled up the golden ginkgo leaves.
After a long while, the old man Tian Can asked: "The Evil Emperor once said that Shaolin Temple is not something to be afraid of."
"What are the three great monks? They have a false name. Is there any one who can beat them?"
"There's only one person you should never underestimate, and I guess it's you, right?"
The three great monks lying on the ground sat cross-legged, their faces turning pale.
They really wanted to refute, but when they saw the old man with a disability, they opened their mouths and were speechless as they recalled the scene of the beating just now.
The three great monks were even more depressed, wondering who is this evil emperor?
Why did the sweeping monk Miaochen become so strong?
(End of this chapter)