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Then a celestial man descended from the sky and held the restless sword of the Taihua Sword Sect.

Li Taibai still looked up at the sky, and the hand in the air trembled slightly, as if he was seducing something, and as if he wanted to hold something, he didn't pay attention to the true martial arts and celestials who would appear on the altar.

The cloud-covered sky seemed to be surging towards the pitch-black whirlpool above Li Taibai's head, where a dragon-like lightning could be faintly seen swimming.

No, it should be said that it was a silver dragon, a silver dragon a hundred feet long, rolling in the inky black whirlpool, as if roaring, thunder rumbling, and as if being chased by something, wrestling.

So what?

Hundreds of feet away from the altar, everyone looked at the scene in front of them, and they were completely stunned, with a flustered but somewhat surprised expression on their faces.

The Taoist priests present knelt down at the Zhenwu Emperor on the altar, their expressions humble and respectful, and a little fanatical.

And those swordsmen who used swords, looking at the celestial man with a black long sword in his hand and a silver armor, also stared at him.

But for the silver dragon in that black vortex, no one knew what he was.

"Is this the sky?" Xu Mingyuan looked at the silver dragons and muttered, but his eyes fell on the altar, and his eyes were completely blank, but he looked at Li Taibai's Zhenwu Emperor and the Heavenly Men together, and his face couldn't help but change drastically.

Li Taibai was obviously fighting with the silver dragon at this time, and the two on the altar must be the helpers he mentioned earlier.

It's just that at this time, Li Taibai and the silver dragon are in a stalemate, if the tall true martial arts and the heroic celestial man make a move, how should Li Taibai deal with it?

And at this moment, a Buddha horn like a bell suddenly sounded from behind everyone.

Everyone was taken aback, and when they turned around, a little monk in black sat cross-legged on the official road, and a five-zhang tall Buddha with a sad face actually appeared on him.

Although the little monk's face is still sad, he also looks like a monk at this time. I don't know if the Buddha horn was recited by the little monk or by the Dharma.

"Erta Temple, Duji Bhikkhu!" Soon someone recognized his identity and exclaimed.

"True martial arts descended into the world, heaven and man descended to earth, and the Buddha appeared, is this kind of means just to kill that Li Taibai?" There was an old man in the crowd who exclaimed, and there was excitement in his voice, and there was anger in his voice, and he was angry for some reason.

"He is a man who is disgusted by heaven, and heaven will kill him!" An old Taoist priest who was still kneeling on the altar shouted, his expression violent, as if Li Taibai had a grudge against him to kill his father.

The Buddha appeared, according to which thousands of miles away in the Erta Temple, the tower that did not appear in front of the world, came from the long-lasting Sanskrit sound.

On the white jade pagoda, the only remaining unbroken relics all emitted a dazzling white light at this time, and on each relic, a white Buddha was manifested.

At this time, hundreds of monks sat cross-legged under the edge of the white jade pagoda, chanting more than once, and thousands of monks in the second pagoda temple did not stop chanting.

"Who's that man?"

After the appearance of the Buddha's golden body, there was already a large empty place around him, for fear of being accidentally affected by the five-zhang high golden body.

But at this time, in front of the black-clothed little monk sitting cross-legged, there was a beautiful little monk wearing a light red robe, standing in front of him with one hand, and turning a one hundred and eight Xingyue Bodhi Zi prayer beads in one hand.

Everyone looked at the beautiful little monk who was standing calmly in front of him, in front of the golden body of the Buddha who was sitting cross-legged, as small as an ant, but he did not have the slightest fear and flinching.

"I know him, I have heard him preach in Chang'an Dacien Temple, he is the little master of Changle Temple!" A young man in the crowd dressed as a lay monk exclaimed.

The controversy between Changle Temple and Erta Temple has lasted for thousands of years, and to this day, there is still no difference between high and low.

The second pagoda temple is one of the four major schools in the rivers and lakes, and its status in the rivers and lakes is naturally not comparable to Changle Temple.

However, the people who practice Buddhism, how can everyone go to the rivers and lakes, Changle Temple promotes Buddhism, and helps all living beings, although there has never been any people who shake the rivers and lakes, but they can still stand side by side with the Erta Temple in Buddhism, which is called the first day of Xichuan.

Therefore, the dispute between the two temples has been a matter of talk in the rivers and lakes for many years.

It's just that I didn't expect that today, Wudang Mountain and Taihua Hall joined forces to invite Emperor Zhenwu and Tianren to kill Li Taibai, and Erta Temple also invited the Buddha to show his golden body.

And now, the little master of Changle Temple is in front of Duji, that is, in front of the Buddha's golden body.

"What is he going to do? Is it trying to stop the golden body of the Buddha? Someone in the crowd said incredulously.

"How is it possible, the monks of Changle Temple have never practiced martial arts, although the little master of Jishi has profound Buddhism, he has never practiced martial arts, how can he stop this Buddha's golden body, and the Duji monk who is not weaker than the leader of the disciples of the other three sects." An old man in the crowd shook his head and said, not optimistic about the previous person's statement.

"Could it be that the thousand-year-old controversy between the great and the small is coming to an end today? Retreat and advance, this is the difference between high and low. The old man, who had already separated from Xu Mingyuan, said with some emotion, but his eyes fell on the figure who was still exploring the sky with one hand, and he showed a little anxious.

The Zhenwu Emperor and the Silver Armored Celestial on the altar also seemed to sense the golden body of the Buddha that appeared here, and at the same time turned their heads to see that they did not make a move on Li Taibai under the inky black vortex for a while.

The golden body of the Buddha felt something, and his slightly drooping eyes were raised, and he looked at the Zhenwu Emperor and the Silver Armored Heavenly Man on the altar, and Du Ji, who had been sitting with his eyes closed, also opened his eyes and looked at the beautiful little monk in front of him.

Du Ji's sad face was still frowning, his eyes were as black as ink, and his lips pursed slightly: "You want to stop me?" ”

Du Ji opened his mouth, and the Buddha who was sitting five feet high also opened his mouth, and his words followed.

The light red robe cracked, revealing strands of fine yarn.

The string of one hundred and eight Xingyue Bodhi beads was broken, and the hundred prayer beads fell to the ground, crackling.

However, the beautiful little monk still stood in place, the white jade-like palm standing in front of him did not move at all, the smile on his face was gentle and compassionate, and he asked gently: "Since you have already passed yourself to heaven, why do you still care about the affairs of the world?" ”

Before he answered, the Buddha's golden body was solemn, and he was about to get up.

Seeing this, Ji Shi was not annoyed, and the hand standing in front of him stretched out and gently pressed it on Du Ji's head.

"Everyone has Buddha nature, abandon evil and follow good, you can become a Buddha"

The degree that was about to get up was fixed, and the golden body of the Buddha, which was six or seven feet high, was solemn, and he slowly lowered his head.

On this day, the little master of Changle Temple forced the Buddha's head to become a Buddha on the ground. (To be continued.) )