"Oh, demon, cultivation is rampant!" The old monk of Wuzen shouted, stood in front of his chest with one hand, and the other hand quickly knocked on the wooden fish on his leg, chattering in his mouth, and a burst of Sanskrit singing sound came out of the mouth of the old monk of Wuzen, which was very solemn and solemn in the ears of people.

"Amitabha!" Hui Hai and Hui Cong stood beside the old monk Wu Chan on the left and right, the masculine internal force in their bodies running all over their bodies, and they stared angrily at the red ball floating above the dirt pit in front of them.

"Dharma Protector Vajra, Gaga, you are Mingxiu's disciples!" The red orb floating in mid-air emitted an eerie sound.

"Nan no Amitabha!" The old monk Wuzen had a powerful momentum surging all over his body, chanted a Buddha name, and said loudly: "Demon, the family teacher suppressed you here for one hundred and fifty years, but I didn't expect that you didn't want to repent, just after you were born, you asked for the lives of several people, today the old man will not accept you, how can you give the world an explanation!" ”

"Hehe, you Oriental people are really interesting, you have exhausted the reason, standing on the commanding heights of morality, and the righteousness you show is awe-inspiring, don't you monk just want to retrieve your master's relics that suppressed me, it's too late, the relics have already merged with me now, as long as I suck your essence and blood, and then dive for a period of time, I can break this damn seal and completely gain freedom, hahaha, immortal!" The eerie and terrifying spiritual fluctuations came, and at the same time, an invisible cold wind blew around, and this wind blew not the skin of the human body, but the soul of the person, making the soul feel a cold cold.

"Then the old man will take you!" The old monk Wuzen didn't want to say more, if it made sense. Back then, his master, Zen Master Mingxiu, didn't need to suppress this guy here, chanting the Buddha's name in his mouth, the wooden fish beat more and more urgently, suddenly, his eyes opened violently, like an awakened lion, a huge spiritual power gushed out from his upper dantian, flowing into the wooden fish, and then the wooden fish emitted dozens of times more powerful spiritual power than the old monk Wu Zen.

Between heaven and earth, there was a sudden silence. A blinding glow suddenly erupted in the dark night sky. Immediately after the golden lotus surging from the ground, the lotus flower fell from the sky, and a burst of Buddha sounds came to mind in all directions of the sky, and a big Buddha sat in the void out of thin air. The expression was solemn. Tall and tiable. It's as if the Buddha has appeared.

The Buddha's relics are the treasures of Buddhism, and if this thing is alchemy, it will refine the elixir. Although it can't make people immortal, it can still be achieved with a great increase in skill, and if it is used to refine magic weapons, then ghosts and gods will not invade, which is very powerful.

The old monk Wuzen has a strong self-confidence, he is a martial artist of the fourth layer of spiritual power, plus the ancestral magic weapon Muyu, he can instantly amplify his spiritual power by more than thirty times, so that his spiritual power can reach the peak of the fifth layer in an instant, which is equivalent to the realm of an innate martial artist.

The old monk Wu Chan can only make this move, and it is also a blow comparable to the full strength of an innate martial artist.

The red ball is actually a Buddha relic, and there is a soul in it called Kurion. Maitan, a hundred and fifty years ago, was a dark wizard, in fact, he was a spiritual power cultivator, in order to pursue immortality, he came to Huaxia, and used an evil method to enhance his spiritual power, that is, to suck people's essence and blood, plus the Qing Dynasty belonged to the chaotic period before that year, and the treatment enjoyed by a Westerner in Huaxia was very enviable to ordinary people.

Currian. Magotan also served as the county magistrate of Jiangsong County at that time, which is now Jiangsong City.

Because he cultivated as a living person, it didn't take long for him to engage in countless private individuals in Jiangsong County at that time, and the most provoking a big man later, Mingxiu Zen Master, that is, the master of the old monk Wuzen.

Zen Master Myeongsu stopped Kurian. Magotan used the evil method of cultivating spiritual power with living people, the two clashed, and Kurian was defeated, because Curion's spiritual power was very strong, it was almost close to the seventh layer of spiritual power immortal realm, although Mingxiu Zen Master was a cultivator, but the cultivation of the year was not high, and there were not many means, he could kill this Kurian's body, but he could not kill his soul, and in desperation, he took out the Buddha treasure relics he carried with him, and suppressed Curion's soul.

The relics are left after the profound people of Buddhism sit down, and they are treasures with magical powers, originally Mingxiu Zen Master thought that there would be the suppression of the relics, although the soul of Curian is strong, but over the years, sooner or later his soul will be completely wiped out.

At that time, it was estimated that it would take a hundred years, so he did not come here again until Mingxiu Zen Master sat down, but this matter was written in the diary of Mingxiu Zen Master of Zhenlong Temple, and the old monk Wuzen also heard Mingxiu Zen Master personally tell many stories of subduing demons and subduing demons, including this one.

The reason why the old monk Wuzen dared to come was mainly because he believed in the inference of his master, Zen Master Mingxiu, and thought that Curion. Under the suppression of this one hundred and fifty years, even if the soul is not destroyed, it is at least dying, just when he was looking for the golden carp through satellite screen monitoring, he monitored the Xiangjiang River next to Jiangsong City, thinking that there is a cheap junior brother Chen Mo in this city, so he casually browsed the appearance of the city, and saw the landform of the park area here through the satellite, and felt familiar, and then remembered the things of the master Mingxiu Zen Master back then, so his heart moved, and he came to Jiangsong City, ready to bring the Buddha's relics back to Zhenlong Temple.

When he thought that he had just come here, he alarmed the leaders of Jiangsong City, and then he heard that this place was haunted, and he knew that the soul that was suppressed by his master back then had not been destroyed, but he was not afraid, after all, after so many years, he was not dead and peeled off his skin, coupled with the desire to find the Buddha's relics, the old monk Wuzen was bold and bold.

"Hmph, the Dharma is boundless, if your master is still alive, I will still be a little afraid of it, just rely on you, an old monk, and it will be a little tender, broken!" The red, round object like a drop of blood exploded like a bullet in an instant, and it rushed towards the giant Buddha in mid-air, wanting to smash the giant Buddha through the hole.

The giant Buddha raised his palm, reached out to slap the blood-colored bullet, with a bang, as if the glass was broken, in an instant, the entire palm turned into nothingness, and before the giant Buddha could react, the blood-colored round object instantly pierced through his head, and in an instant, the heavens and the earth fell silent. Sanskrit sounds disappeared, and all kinds of visions disappeared.

"Poof!" The old monk Wuzen directly spurted a mouthful of blood and shouted: "Withdraw!" ”

Hui Hai and Hui Cong, who were standing beside him, suddenly set up the body of the old monk Wu Chan, used the method of light body, and ran towards the outside of the park at high speed.

"Where to run!" Curian inside the red relic. Magotan shouted, and suddenly shot out, the speed was extremely fast, and in an instant, he came behind HC and Hui Hai, and he was about to pierce the two of them.

"Ah~" A scream came from the red relic, and then the red relic seemed to have been hit by something else. Flying back upside down at a rapid pace. Floating above the pit again, the air exuded a cold and terrifying aura, and at the same time, it carried the spirit fluctuations of Curion's angry roar, "Mingxiu. You bald ass. Sooner or later, Marquis Ben has broken your formation! ”

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Enter the park from the old monk of Wu Chan. It took less than five minutes to run out of the desert with injuries, but it was a dangerous test of life and death.

"Master. How are you? Hui Hai and Hui Cong ran out of the entrance of the park with the old monk Wu Chan, and saw that the strange thing did not catch up, the two of them couldn't take a breath, ran five kilometers in one breath, stopped at a chair on the side of a remote road, put the old monk on the chair, and asked with concern.

The old monk Wuzen took a long breath, first touched the wooden fish in his arms, and when he touched it, he couldn't help but be shocked: "What about the wooden fish of the old man!" ”

"Master, I just ran in a panic, and the wooden fish fell to the ground!" Hui Hai hurriedly said: "I didn't take it away together!" ”

The old monk suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood again, and screamed: "It's over, it's over!" ”

"Master, don't get angry, that wooden fish is a magic weapon handed down by the ancestor, it is a sacred thing, even if it is lost there, the monster will not dare to pick it up, and when it is noon tomorrow, when the yang energy of heaven and earth is the most sufficient, the monster will not dare to come out, and then we will go in and get the wooden fish back!" HC put his palms on the old monk's shoulders, and said comfortingly while conveying internal force to heal him.

"Amitabha, the old man is guilty!" The old monk slowed down for a while, regained some strength slightly, and said to Hui Cong and Hui Hai, who were healing themselves: "You two don't have to waste your efforts, Lao Qu's body has not been harmed, but the monster is very powerful, and it directly broke the spiritual illusion of the teacher, so that the teacher's mental strength is greatly damaged, just take a rest, alas, this is a big disaster!" ”

"Master!" Hui Hai frowned and said: "Wasn't this monster suppressed by the ancestor with the Buddha's relics for one hundred and fifty years, after so many years, even if he didn't die, there was only one breath left, how could he easily be broken by him with such a strong spiritual power of the master?" It looks like it has been suppressed, and if we hadn't run fast, it would have become its blood food, but strangely, it didn't seem to be able to leave the pit more than 20 meters in a straight line. ”

"Huihai, Huicong, where does your little uncle live?" The old monk laboriously took out a local tyrant gold mobile phone from his arms, and then called out Chen Mo's mobile phone number, dialed it, "Toot... Honk... "The phone is working, but no one answers!" ...... beep!

"Master, Uncle Xiao has been to us once, how can we be familiar with him and you, naturally I don't know his address, why can't you call?" Hui Hai asked.

"Master, are you sure that Uncle Xiao will be able to fight this monster?" Hui Cong couldn't help but say: "With the fourth layer of your spiritual power, plus the treasure of our town temple, the magic weapon Muyu can't fight the monster, the spiritual power of the little uncle is only the third layer, how can you fight with the monster, that monster is really evil, I and Senior Brother Huihai are both internal force warriors in the early days of the day after tomorrow, but we can't resist in the face of it, as the so-called one thing descends to one thing, the internal force martial artist is useless to it, although I don't know what kind of achievements Uncle Xiao has in terms of internal force, but even if it is Uncle Xiao's genius, he has reached the innate realm, It can't be said that 100% of this monster can be lowered! When the time comes, it will be an unnecessary loss to put Uncle Xiao in again! ”

"If this monster can't even be subdued by your little uncle, then no one in this world can subdue it, this monster has already controlled the relics, but your ancestor set up a formation there back then, trapping the monster's soul, but it won't be long before it will break open, and there will be a catastrophe then, why don't you little uncle answer the phone?" The old monk dialed Chen Mo's mobile phone, kept dialing, dialed more than a dozen, but didn't answer, if he knew that Chen Mo was rolling sheets with a woman at this moment, and the mobile phone was turned to silent mode, his expression must be very exciting.

"Huihai, you immediately contact Director Zhou and ask him to help us check the whereabouts of your little uncle, well, this, don't talk about the failure of the teacher just now, just say that the old man wants to find an old friend to help in order to ensure that nothing goes wrong, well, just say that!" The old monk said at this time.

"Amitabha, Master, lying is a crime!" Hui Hai said righteously.

The old monk glared at Hui Hai angrily and roared: "Are you the master or am I the master, Ma slippery!" ”

Huihai: "......" (to be continued......