Chapter 17: The Buddha
Shi Wenye was furious, and shouted: "Demon monk, do you know that you have committed a heinous crime, and you will be arrested before you can restrain your hands!"
Zhao Zi'an gasped slightly in his mouth, and his shoulder was in sharp pain, but he was still flamboyant and unruly.
If, the price of becoming a god is to be assimilated into such a bastard who is not even as good as a demon, he would rather go to hell!
"There are three left. ”
Zhao Zi'an didn't care about Zhao Gongming in the distance, his eyes wandered back and forth between Shi Wenye and Zhang Yuanbo.
Who to kill first?
This monk can't be given another chance!
Shi Wenye and Zhang Yuanbo glanced at each other, and the two set off at the same time, the kettle in Shi Wenye's hand opened, and the raging fire gushed out from it, reflecting the fire dragon on the other side, and the sky completely turned into a bewitching blood red.
Hangzhou City.
Jigong looked at the vision of heaven and earth above stupidly, revealing a look of shock and horror: "This ...... Shi Wenye's kettle! The monk really fought with those five gods!"
Before the fire dragon circled, he reluctantly comforted himself, as a means of negotiation for Zhao Zi'an.
After all, strength is the capital of negotiations.
But now, the two in the sky have made a real fire.
The demons in a radius of thousands of miles all looked at this, trembling, this scene was completely beyond their comprehension, there was such a terrifying powerhouse fighting in the mortal world!
Rumble!
The sea of fire collided with Zhao Zi'an's magic trick, and there was a loud noise, Zhao Zi'an's face turned a little pale, and he slashed two gods in a row, one was unexpected, and the other exchanged injuries for lives, and the consumption of him was too great.
The fire rain that dissipated a little bit fell to the ground like thousands of meteors, and Shi Wenye naturally didn't care.
The people of Hangzhou City were originally going to die.
The difference between death from illness and burning, there is no way to fight.
The problem is just that he originally died of illness, but due to the order of the Jade Emperor, the cause and effect would be borne on the Fuhu Arhat, and now he was burned to death by his mana, but the cause and effect need to be borne by himself.
Does he care, though?
Stand in line, no one stirs up trouble, this cause and effect is backed, who cares?
"Not good!"
Bai Suzhen, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, changed her face and quickly said to Xiaoqing: "Stop this heavenly fire, otherwise, the people in Hangzhou City will all die in an instant!"
As she spoke, she pinched up the magic trick, and the water of the West Lake poured into Tianyu, forming a water curtain above the city of Hangzhou.
The two girls were originally water snakes and demons, and resisting water has almost become their instinct in the body, and it is not difficult to use the West Lake water to stop Shiwen's amateur power.
Zhao Zi'an was even more angry, and sure enough, the attitude of most gods towards mortals was the same.
Damn it!
He had completely recklessly crossed the fire domain in an instant, and the fire burned his body, and he could not shake his determination to kill in the slightest.
The killing intent has been decided.
Zhao Zi'an was as fast as lightning, and came to Shi Wenye's side with a body of flames.
"Look who dies first!"
The closer he got to Shi Wenye, the stronger the power of the flames, but Zhao Zi'an didn't care about it, tore off the Buddhist beads hanging around his neck, and threw them at Zhang Yuanbo, who was rushing behind him.
Whoosh –
Buddha Zhu is menacing, Zhang Yuanbo has no choice but to avoid the edge for the time being, "Big brother shouldn't have an accident, right?"
Except for Zhao Gongming, Shi Wenye's cultivation is the highest among several people, as long as he insists on a few breaths, he can arrive, and it stands to reason that there can be no danger.
But in his heart, he felt inexplicably gloomy.
Buddha Zhu temporarily dragged Zhang Yuanbo, Zhao Zi'an looked at Shi Wenye again, and said coldly: "Maybe I will indeed fall into hell in the future, but it's a pity that you can't see it!"
The long sword was cut down, and at the moment of crisis, Shi Wenye held up the kettle, and the pot and sword collided.
Bang!
There was a loud bang.
Waiting.
A crack appeared in the kettle.
Then, the second course.
The third course.
Then, the kettle and the sword shattered!
In terms of material, the kettle is naturally stronger than the magic sword in Zhao Zi'an's hand, after all, it is a divine natal magic weapon, but the problem is that it is not the kind of magic weapon that fights hard.
In addition, Zhao Zi'an's mana is not inferior to the gods and Buddhas, and it is not outrageous for the two to fight and lose both.
The magic sword shattered, and the flying fragments pierced Shi Wenye's body, but there was not much unwillingness in his eyes.
Because the kettle was destroyed, the fire domain inside it was exposed to the air, as if it was about to burn through the sky, and the first one to bear it was Zhao Zi'an!
Flames, constantly burning in him.
Xiaoqing below drove the West Lake water curtain to isolate the fire area, and his tired body was drenched in sweat, and he inadvertently glanced at the sky, and suddenly exclaimed: "Sister, look, the monk is on." ”
Bai Suzhen raised her head when she heard this, and her heart tightened.
Guru...... I can't seem to stand it, huh?
In the distance, Zhao Gongming, who was still 'fighting to the death' with the fire dragon, showed a trace of regret in his eyes, is this here?
Alas.
It's a pity.
However, this monk's ability to kill three gods in a row with a mortal body is also admirable.
Shi Wenye has not yet lost his breath, although the oil is exhausted, the obsession in his heart still makes him persevere, staring at the big eyes of the copper bell, staring at Zhao Zi'an.
He wants to watch Zhao Zi'an go to hell with his own eyes and bury them with his own eyes!
However, with the passage of time, Zhao Zi'an's momentum has become stronger and stronger!
"Impossible!"
Zhao Zi'an is like the newborn sun, exuding a golden light to dispel the darkness.
Fahai is only one line away from becoming a Buddha.
And Zhao Zi'an, who inherited everything from Fahai, is of course the same.
When he did everything for the people of Hangzhou City and fought with several gods recklessly, the demonic obstacles in his heart were gradually dissipating.
And at this moment, he has become a Buddha.
"It turns out that Buddhas are just powerful mortals. ”
Zhao Zi'an's face was calm and he shook his head slightly.
Originally, he thought that when he became a Buddha, all seven emotions and six desires would be extinguished, and there would be only emptiness and silence in his heart.
If you look at the original plot, Fahai may be this ending, when he saw that the white snake gave birth to a child, he had already let go of the obsession in his heart.
But Zhao Zi'an is different, he didn't have an epiphany, he relied on the long sword in his hand to split the demons in his heart, and his attachment as a 'human' not only did not disappear, but became more and more ingrained in his heart!
In his realm, he is a Buddha, but his mentality is still that Fahai Zen Master who takes killing demons and eliminating demons as his own responsibility!
From time travel to the present, Zhao Zi'an no longer forcibly resolves Fahai's influence on him, because he found that as long as he does not become a Buddha who sits on the lotus platform without lust and desire, everything Fahai does is in line with his heart.
"Demon, die!"
His eyes turned to Shi Wenye, his eyes became cold again, Zhao Zi'an stretched out his hand and made a move, and the originally shattered magic sword was like a broken mirror and reunited, flying back piece by piece, and was held in his palm again.
"Slash!"
The sword fell, the plague history and literature, and died.
Among the five plague messengers, only Zhang Yuanbo of the spring plague and Zhao Gongming of the autumn plague remained.