NovelBonte Chapter 224
Chapter 224
Chapter 224
Lu Ming stopped sweeping the floor, leaned on the broom, and asked: "The poor monk lives in seclusion in the Sutra Pavilion of Shaolin Temple. He shows the mountains but not the water. He rarely takes action."
"Who is the evil emperor you are talking about, how do you know what the poor monk is capable of?"
Before Old Man Tiancan could speak, Lu Ming thought of something, his face darkened, and he said in a cold voice: "It turns out to be my unscrupulous disciple!"
"Oh, he has become more capable. Not only did he not die, he also became the leader of the Demon Cult!"
As soon as these words came out, they were like several bombs thrown into the sea, causing thousands of waves.
Everyone almost exploded the pot.
Whether it's the three great monks, or the old man Tiancan, the ancestor of Xuequan, all the disciples of the devil's sect, their minds are buzzing.
What did they hear?
The leader of the Demon Cult turned out to be a disciple of the sweeping monk in front of him!
One must know that the position of the evil emperor in the Devil's Cult is supreme, equivalent to a god.
Countless people in the Demon Sect, even the Four Demon Sects, no matter how unruly they are, facing the Evil Emperor Wu Tianchou, they can only have worship, admiration, and... deep fear!
As a result, they attacked the Shaolin Temple all the way, and almost pierced through this Buddhist holy place.
I met a monk sweeping the floor in the Sutra Pavilion. He said that the evil emperor was his evil disciple.
You can imagine how shocked they were!
After the shock, there was overwhelming anger!
How could the supreme evil emperor of the Demon Cult be insulted and become a disciple of a sweeping monk?
"Death for the bald donkey! I will transform you into a man without a single bone left!!"
The impotent and furious patriarch of Xuequan jumped up in the air, clawed at it with both claws, and rolled towards Lu Ming with two purple-black palm winds.
The color of the sky and the earth changed, and the wind howled.
The old ginkgo tree, which has been rooted for thousands of years, almost uprooted.
Lu Ming put down the broom and said without turning his head: "Crossing calamity, crossing calamity, and crossing suffering, you three are optimistic. Shaolin's 72 unique skills are performed like this!"
"Thousand-leaf Tathagata Palm!"
Lu Ming clasped his hands together, then separated them, swaying left and right, leaving afterimages of his palms.
The Godly Monk of Du'e shouted: "No! This old monk just used Qianye Tathagata Palm just now, but it was broken by the transformation technique of the blood spring old monster!"
"That's because you are not good at learning, it doesn't mean you are a poor monk!!"
The air behind Lu Ming was steaming, and the golden light overflowed, and he greeted him with the palm of Qianye Tathagata.
"Om, um, ni, ba, mi, hum!"
Suddenly, the Sanskrit sound sounded, deafening and enlightening.
One after another, the golden Buddha's palms were shot out one after another, overlapping in mid-air, with divine power like hell, blasting towards the ancestor of Xuequan!
There is no suspense.
The great method of transforming energy was vulnerable to Lu Ming.
The ancestor of Xuequan didn't even have time to let out a scream, and exploded into a cloud of blood mist in mid-air, which was blown away by the wind.
A face to face, the incomparable ancestor of Xuequan... is dead!
The pupils of the disabled old man suddenly constricted, and his breath was suffocated.
Kill the Blood Spring Patriarch with one blow!
What kind of strength is that?
Second product?
Still a first-class product! ?
Suddenly, the old man with a disability remembered the Buddhist voice he heard first——
After sixty years of vicissitudes, the poor monk has become a land god!
"Land god? Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
"The gods of the land have already become legends. Even Zhang Zhenren of 'Nan Sanfeng', after closing the death test, can only hit the first rank!"
"What's more, in just 60 years, how could it be possible to leap to the nine realms and become a 'celestial being' in one fell swoop?"
The disabled old man took several steps back in fright.
In the past 60 years, it seems that the sea has changed and people have changed, but the vast majority of warriors are still trapped in the nine realms.
Being able to reach the fourth level at the age of 60 is already a famous master in the world.
Wanting to become a terrestrial fairy at the age of six or seventy seems a bit far-fetched.
"Come on! Come on them all!"
The old man with disabilities retreated into the crowd and shouted loudly.
The demon sect's disciples pushed and shoved him from left to right, but no one dared to step on him, and even thought of retreating.
"Whoever dares to run away will be hunted down by the Holy Cult for the rest of his life!!"
The old man Tiancan let out a roar, his old eyes were cloudy, his glare shot up fiercely, and he slapped the head of the disciple beside him with his palm.
"Bang" sound.
The man's Tianling Cap was broken, and his head was forcefully slapped into the armor.
"kill!"
"Ah ah ah..."
"For the evil emperor! For the Holy Cult!!"
It was death anyway, the members of the Demon Cult yelled, drew out their swords and rushed towards Lu Ming.
"Amitabha."
Lu Ming clasped his palms together and uttered the Buddha's name.
Immediately, he clasped his five fingers together, circulated his vigorous Qi, and picked up the broom on the ground.
The broom rotated in Lu Ming's hand and used it as a long stick to lift up all the accumulated fallen leaves of the ginkgo tree.
The stick is as strong as a wave, fierce and vigorous, overlapping and pushing out all the fallen ginkgo leaves.
The Tribulation Monk, who was adjusting his breath and healing his wounds, his eyes lit up and he shouted in surprise: "That's the ninth form of the Arhat's Stick Technique—sweeping thousands of armies!"
"So that's how it is, that's how it is, the Arhat stick technique can still be used like this!"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."
Hundreds of fallen ginkgo leaves are like the famous golden darts on the rivers and lakes, whirling and shooting out, drawing beautiful arcs in the air.
In an instant, the menacing demon sect disciples suddenly flipped over, screamed, and fell to the ground.
They held their wrists and ankles, rolling on the ground in pain.
It turned out that the ginkgo leaves that Lu Ming swept over all accurately cut the wrists, ankles and other places of the disciples of the Demon Cult.
Hundreds of people were instantly paralyzed and lost their ability to fight.
The three great monks took a deep breath and looked horrified.
Flying pine needles, plucking leaves to hurt people, this level, the three great monks can easily do it even if they ask themselves.
But thousands of ginkgo leaves fall off at one time, and all of them reach the point of hurting people by picking leaves.
And every leaf hits the key point accurately.
Amazing!
Amazing!
Even if you kill the three great monks, you can't do it.
The old man Tiancan pumped his true energy and shook the fallen ginkgo leaves.
Everyone thought that he was going to show his power and fight to the death with the unfathomable sweeping monk, but the old man with a "plop", knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.
"Holy Monk, please forgive me."
"Everything is forced by the evil emperor, it has nothing to do with me..."
"I...I am willing to put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately!"
"I am willing to convert to Buddhism and change my mind!"
Unfortunately, Lu Ming was unmoved.
Lu Ming clasped his hands together and proclaimed the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, benefactor, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground. It's not what you use."
"What's more, even if you put down the butcher's knife, you won't become a Buddha. You'd better let a poor monk save you."
The old man Tiancan saw that the other party had no intention of letting him go, a look of determination flashed in his eyes, and he swallowed the bloody pill in one gulp.
"This old man doesn't believe that you really became a land god, let's die together!"
"boom--"
A blazing blood flame rose from the old man Tiancan's body, which actually increased his aura tenfold!
It turned out that the blood-colored elixir taken by the old man Tiancan was called Burning Blood Fallen Demon Pill.
It is the evil emperor Wu Tianchou, who used the blood essence of his left arm as the foundation, and condensed the blood, resentment, anger, and hatred of hundreds of people to refine one.
As long as you take the Burning Blood and Fallen Demon Pill, you can become enchanted instantly even if you don't have the experience of bitterness and hatred like Wu Dalang and Little Prince.
Not only that, but the large amount of blood energy contained in the elixir can be used to burn the essence and blood with the help of the magic secret method, and gain another powerful force in a short period of time.
Becoming enchanted and burning blood will naturally increase one's cultivation!
But the price is also touching.
In severe cases, the body dies and the body disappears, in the worst case, it becomes a monster, and none of them are serious.
"Roar……"
The disabled old man raised his head and roared.
Just as he was about to go mad and show off his magic power, his scarlet eyes suddenly saw a golden palm, which was continuously enlarged in his vision.
"Pfft" sound.
Lu Ming slapped the old man Tiancan to death.
All around became silent.
The three great monks who sat cross-legged in front of the door of the Buddhist scripture pavilion fell silent.
The three old monks went from shock to sluggishness, and finally a little bit of numbness.
The crippled old man... died like this...
After all, he is one of the four demon sects!
At any rate, he took the Burning Blood Fallen Demon Pill, and his strength increased tenfold, reaching the peak of the second rank!
But before he could make a big fuss, his head was smashed open, and the yellow and white stuff smeared all over the floor.
Lu Ming's Buddha's light was slightly blooming, and the golden light was hazy, not causing a trace of dust.
He raised his palm with one hand, bowed his head and shouted: "Amitabha."
The catastrophe of destroying the temple brought about by the attack of the demon sect survived safely.
The Godly Monk Du'e swallowed a mouthful of saliva, stood up, and asked dryly, "Miao... Miaochen, have you attained the Arhatship?"
Lu Ming nodded, then shook his head again.
"It's still half a step away."
He seemed a little regretful and a little dissatisfied.
But when it fell into the ears of others, it was like thunder, leaving only deep shock!
"Half a step, it's only half a step away..."
The Divine Monk Du E and the Divine Monk Du Jie looked at each other and took a deep breath.
Not to mention the Western Regions, looking at the history of Buddhism in Zhongzhou, how many people have achieved this achievement?
Bodhidharma must have been certified as an Arhat, and broke the void and ascended.
But the second ancestor Huike, the third ancestor Sengcan, the fourth ancestor Daoxin, the fifth ancestor Hongren, and the sixth ancestor Huineng did not know.
Although they have established Shaolin Temple as the ancestral home of Zen Buddhism in Zhongzhou, their cultivation may not reach perfection.
In fact, it is not easy to leap to the ninth realm and become a land immortal, it is even more difficult than ascending to heaven.
Lu Ming consumed a lot of resources and signed in at the Bodhidharma Cave to get the Golden Pill of Bodhidharma. After refining it, he was only a half-step land god.
Could it be that... Lu Ming's qualifications are too poor?
Not also!
To become a land god is not only a matter of cultivation level.
In the realm of the world, one product is the best.
If you want to break through the ranks and break through the extreme realm, opportunity, understanding, aptitude, cultivation, and even merit and luck are all indispensable.
What Lu Ming lacked was to accumulate merit.
Buddhism cultivates the mind and gathers the power of vows.
Otherwise, to promote Buddhism, build temples, and burn incense, is it just to gild Buddha statues?
It is precisely because of this that the land gods are unimaginably strong and beyond common sense.
Don't look at Lu Ming's movement of air in seconds, directly crushing the ancestors of Xingxiu and the old man Tiancan.
But in fact, he only showed the strength of the first-rank realm.
And it's the tip of the iceberg of Yipin's strength!
Did not use the power of the land fairy level! !
"The poor monk has already reached the level of a half-step land god. If he wants to completely leap to the nine realms and shatter the void, he still needs experience in the world of mortals."
"Everyone, thank you for so many years of fasting and taking care of me. The poor monk is going to go down the mountain..."
Lu Ming was bowing to the three great monks, and there was a sudden change.
The dead old man kneeling on the ground, his back was torn, his ribs were open, like a butterfly, a devil's fetus came out of the old body.
The three great monks looked behind Lu Ming, their pupils shrunk and their expressions were horrified.
A blood-stained baby, like a butterfly just breaking out of its cocoon, lay its hands on the shoulders of the disabled old man, tilting its head.
A pair of bat wings sprouted from the ribs, which slowly straightened out from the curled state, and finally fully unfolded!
"Miao...Miao...Miaochen..."
The three great monks pointed at Lu Ming's back. His throat was hoarse and he couldn't speak.
Bone-cold, gloomy magic power descended from the sky.
In an instant, Shaolin Temple was like falling into a bloody hell!
"puff"
Except for Lu Ming, everyone knelt on the ground.
The three great monks are also third-rank masters at any rate, but they couldn't bear the aura emanating from a magic embryo.
That kind of extreme malice was like a raging beast, flooding their consciousness.
cold!
Killing intent!
hatred!
All negative emotions occupy the minds of most people.
Even an eminent monk who has attained the Tao, his lips trembled a few times, but he could not read a single line of Buddhist scriptures, and knelt down tremblingly on the ground.
"Master... long time no see..."
The devil's fetus opened its mouth in a dark voice.
With his back facing the magic fetus, Lu Ming bowed and slowly straightened up.
He didn't look back.
Just relying on the perception of consciousness, there seems to be a huge distorted black and red face like a vengeful and angry face, pressing through endless time and space over the Shaolin Temple, Jie Jie grinning evilly.
Lu Ming said indifferently: "Sinister, have you stepped into this realm with one foot?"
"Jiejiejie, hurry up, hurry up."
The demon fetus responded with a smile.
His voice was like a night owl laughing sharply, or like a ghost whispering.
"Then what should I call you, the poor monk? Heavenly Demon? Or Demon God?"
The demon fetus replied: "Heavenly demons and demon gods are existences that are above the human world and belong to another time and space. Master, you should call me Evil Emperor Wu Tianchou."
"Evil Emperor?"
Lu Ming smiled lightly.
"It's time to leave."
He always had his back to the demon fetus.
"I didn't expect you to create magic skills such as the Buddha's Heart Demon Seed, which uses blood essence as the source to refine magic pills."
"After taking the magic pill, the old man Tiancan was shot dead by the poor monk, but the magic embryo was born secretly, powerful, powerful!"
Facing Lu Ming's praise, Motai said humbly: "Master, I'm overwhelmed."
"The attack on Shaolin Temple originally had another purpose, but seeing that Master is still alive, I am very happy, and I can finally send you on your way with my own hands!"
"Oh? Then you are still a little short."
"After decades, let me teach you another trick as a teacher!"
"Roar--"
The demon fetus suddenly became ferocious, opened its bloody mouth, and pounced on Lu Ming.
Lu Ming turned around suddenly, smacked his palm, and the golden [Swastika] word filled the void.
"Great Compassion of the Gods and Demons! The Blood Demon Swallows the Sky!!"
"Buddha's Palm!"
"Buddha—light—general—shine—"
In an instant.
The sky and the earth, the wind calms down, and the clouds freeze.
Everything in the world seemed to stop for a moment.
But at the next moment, the wind and clouds are surging, and the weather is myriad.
Thousands of golden lights burst out from the sky over the temples and temples on the top of the mountain, piercing through the sea of clouds for thousands of miles, and washing away the dust of the jade universe!
Accompanied by the deafening Sanskrit sounds and bells, a tall and stalwart golden body of Tathagata sits on the top of Shaolin Temple, with a solemn and sacred treasure.
The abbot of Shaolin Temple, the heads of various monasteries, and other monks who were fleeing down the mountain saw the strange scene on the top of the mountain and screamed in surprise.
"Look, the Buddha has appeared!"
"Could it be that the three great monks joined forces to subdue the demons to produce such a vision?"
"Amitabha, goodness is goodness, heaven will not perish for my Shaolin Temple."
"Go, go back and take a look."
The abbot, chief monk, and monks from Shaolin Temple hurried to the temple again.
After a while, the smoke disappeared, the Buddhist singing subsided, and the Shaolin Temple was peaceful.
In front of the Sutra Pavilion, the eyes of the three great monks gradually recovered from the dazzling pure golden light.
When they saw it clearly, Lu Ming was the only one standing in the spacious vestibule.
What kind of devil's fetus, what kind of corpse of a disabled old man, was directly annihilated in ashes, vanished into thin air, and ceased to exist.
The monk Du'e had lingering fears in his heart, and asked with a dry and hoarse voice: "Miao... Chen, is the magic fetus dead?"
Lu Ming nodded.
(End of this chapter)