"Could it be ......" Zhang Peng took out his mobile phone and asked the warrior monk at the head, "Do you really want to call the police?" ”

"No!" The warrior monk refused, then took out his mobile phone and dialed a certain number.

"Master, I'm ...... We've embarrassed the temple...... Master Yuanguang was unconscious, and asked his ancestor to go out of the mountain to subdue demons and eliminate demons. The warrior monk said with a little crying and pain.

After three o'clock in the afternoon, everyone was drinking the kung fu tea brought by Zhou Fuyuan, when a strong wind suddenly blew.

In the dust of the sky, a majestic figure paced forward, red robe, copper Zen staff, white eyebrows, golden treasure crown, strutting, heaven and earth without me, the appearance of a high-ranking monk.

I don't know when, the old monk Yuanguang woke up and hurriedly led the disciples to greet him.

"Welcome to the ancestors." The monks folded their hands and bowed their heads to worship.

"Amitabha, good, good, disciples, please get up." The monk replied.

Zhang Peng, Director Dai and others also greeted them and saluted the senior monks.

"Amitabha, good, good, I am the Lotus Mountain Ruyi Golden Wheel Monk Iron Heart Cicada, I have seen all the donors." The senior monk bowed back, his tone was gentle, his demeanor was modest, he was wise and calm, and he was stable.

At the same time, thousands of kilometers away, in the corner of the playground, a towering hollow peach tree was in the clouds, and among the dense foliage, a soft sigh came from it.

"Alas......" The voice was cold and indifferent, like an empty valley spiritual sound, ethereal and dusty, "Finally, there is a reliable point." ”

"I hope it can be resolved before I go back to dinner." Another voice said.

"I hope so......" the voice seemed to hold out little hope.

In front of the Triumph Tower, the monk's Zen staff swings lightly, and the copper rings collide with each other, sending out a crisp bell sound.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please remove these mundane things, so that the old man can go down to subdue demons and subdue demons." The monk bowed with one hand and pleaded.

Once again, everyone had to move the tables and chairs blocking the road.

"How do I feel...... Huang Mao said with a sad face, "we seem to have come to move." ”

"Okay, don't complain, move quickly." Li Chunsheng said.

"Slimy...... Woo...... Wow......"

Moments later, the tables and chairs were removed, and a group of reptiles emerged.

"Evil beast!"

The monk's Zen staff pointed forward, and an invisible force suddenly erupted, scattering the corpses and tables and chairs on the stairs, and a strong air flow swept in, blowing people's hairs flying. Li Chunsheng and Huang Mao, who were standing in the front row, were even more covered with dirty blood and flesh, and spat wildly.

"Amitabha, good, good."

The monk bowed to the severed corpse and walked down.

"Boom!" "Pure Land of Bliss, reincarnation." "Boom!" "The sea of bitterness is endless, and turning back is the shore." "Boom!" "The six roots are pure, and the four are empty." "Boom!"

The floor shook beneath his feet, and the dust on top slid off.

Listening to the sound of the explosion and the Buddha's name gradually moving away, everyone looked at each other, and finally decided to follow and have a look.

After a while, everyone saw the monk at the crack between the first and second floors of the basement.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let's watch the old man subdue the demons and subdue the demons." After speaking, the monk recited the six-character mantra of Buddhism, "Om Ma Bang Mi Mi!" ”

Suddenly, the copper ring on the Zen staff vibrated at a high frequency, making a dense metal collision sound.

"Rustling ......"

The dense sound was like the sound of the Nine Heavens, and the corpses below stopped moving, as if they were suppressed.

"Drink!"

I only heard a shout from the monk, jumped up, jumped into the middle of the corpse, raised the Zen staff in his hand, and suddenly slammed to the ground.

"Boom!"

With a loud earth-shattering bang, a round of dazzling golden light erupted from the ground. Immediately afterward, a wave of qi spread outward, and everywhere it went, the rubble broke apart and corpses flew sideways. That great power destroys the withering and decaying, and cleanses everything.

"Wow......" Everyone was stunned and shocked.

If you follow the game, it is a group damage in a circular area.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

Every time the Zen staff paused, a round of golden light would spread outward, and the crawling corpses around it were like weightless scarecrows, and they were scattered in all directions. The sight was like lighting firecrackers in an ant's nest, and it was extremely ferocious.

"Superior." "yes, yes." "That's amazing." "Awesome." The crowd was amazed.

After about seven or eight bangs, the monk paced, walked to the bottom of the crack, and jumped back up with a hard bang. And in the incomprehensible gaze of everyone, he took out an iron can from his robe, opened the buckle, and raised his head and drank.

When you look at it, it's the energy drink – Red Bull.

"Goo Dong Gu Dong ......" the monk drank it all, "ah" sound, then put the drink can on the side, bowed to the Buddha with one hand to everyone, and said, "Lao Gu wants to rest for a while, if any donor is free, please buy a few cans and come back, and replenish the vitality of Lao Ke." ”

"Liuzi, go buy two boxes and come back." Zhou Fuyuan took out two red tickets, Huang Mao took it in his hand, and immediately went up.

After about fifteen minutes, the monk stood up in full spirit, raised his Zen staff, jumped down and banged seven or eight times, and then came up to rest. This time, a lot of fine sweat broke out on his forehead, and he wiped it with his monk's robe.

"It's a bit much, wait for the old man to get rid of it slowly." The monk explained.

"Good, good." "Understand, understand, understand." "You've worked hard." "Chunzi, go and move a chair above, old yellow skin, come and beat the back of the monk and loosen the muscles." "Okay."

Half an hour later, it was half past four in the afternoon.

Seeing that it was getting late, sitting on the hollow peach tree, the two great powers who were dangling their legs finally couldn't stand it.

"Sister, take a look, otherwise you won't have enough time to go home for dinner, and then your mother will scold people again." Xiao Tianqing muttered.

"Okay." Xiao Yunuo sighed. This time, Zhang Peng was very promising, and she didn't come to ask for help, and she didn't want to ruin his ambitions. It's just that they're going home for dinner soon, and if they drag it on, they'll be scolded.

After a while, the two girls came to the open space in front of the Triumph Tower. I saw Xiao Yunuo close his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was a layer of blue water.

In an instant, the corpses underground erupted into a terrible wail, and the sound was deafening. White smoke rose from their bodies, and the viscous blood was like boiling water, bulging on their skin, turning extremely red, and then exploding, shrinking and carbonizing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Looking at the spectacular scene below, not to mention Director Dai, Zhou Fuyuan and others, even the senior monk Tiexin Cicada and the old monk Yuanguang were stunned. The air is filled with the smell of burnt paste, and the temperature is soaring.

"Xiaoqing, there is almost no oxygen down there, open an outlet for them." Xiao Yunuo said.

"Hmm." Xiao Tianqing nodded in response, and then raised his hand, and a little red light appeared in his palm, slowly rising. As it ascends, the red light amplifies continuously. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a two-ended, sharp stone pillar as thick as seven or eight people, nearly 100 meters long shuttle-shaped rainbow. She stood on the ground, one end of the rainbow hanging in the palm of her hand, and the other end pointing straight to the sky, like a volley of shadows, but tangible and qualitative.

This is her natal artifact, the "Flying Rainbow Firefly", which manifests itself with pure spiritual energy. She used it last time, killing the giant stitched corpse in seconds.

"Hey!"

I saw her turn around and twist her waist, and with the rotation of her body, her palm slashed forward.

"Boom!"

The huge rainbow light pierced the ground, piercing through the earth, opening a long passage. Then it retracted, faded away, and disappeared into invisibility. A large amount of air was immediately poured in, allowing the people inside to breathe.

This rainbow light is a natal weapon, between the virtual and the real, and the Buddha beads used by the old monk Yuanguang just now, and the copper Zen staff used by the high monk Tiexin Cicada have a fundamental difference. The former is a pure energy body composed of spiritual energy, while the latter is a physical sacrifice, injecting spiritual energy with its own imprint into it to achieve the effect of amplifying spiritual energy output, enhancing spiritual power control, and spiritual energy transformation, and is more inclined to the role of "medium" and "catalysis". Because middle and low-level cultivators cannot directly condense spiritual energy into shape, or transform energy forms, such as turning spiritual energy into electrical energy, heat energy, etc., they must rely on external objects, so this kind of magic weapon is also called an "external magic weapon" or a "medium magic weapon".

To put it simply, the Buddha beads used by Yuanguang are to amplify his own spiritual energy output, convert spiritual energy into kinetic energy, and use Buddha beads to kill enemies. The bronze Zen staff of the iron-hearted cicada converts spiritual energy into spatial compression force, producing an air explosion.

"Master, did you do this?" The warrior monk at the head turned his head in shock, looked at the senior monk and asked.

"This ......" the senior monk was a little sluggish, and it took a while to come back to his senses, wave his hand and say, "No, no, this kind of divine power is not the power of the old man." ”

"Close!" The old monk of Yuanguang stretched out his hand forward, and nine black shadows flew back.

"Ouch, it's broken......" he muttered bitterly as he looked at the dull luster and some small cracks in the beads.

"Yuanguang, this is something outside the body, meditation practitioners, the four are empty, don't feel sorry for external objects." The monk comforted.

"The disciple is stupid." The old monk folded his hands and bowed his head and said.

"Let's go out and meet them." The monk said.

When Zhang Peng saw the reaction of the corpses, he knew that the two sisters had come to call him home for dinner. Then followed Tiexin Cicada and others, and went up from the passage opened by the rainbow.

"Amitabha, good, good." The iron-hearted cicada recited the Buddha's name and bowed to the two sisters, "The poor monk has seen two ancestors. Although the two sisters are much younger than him, the silent master is extremely senior, and she is the same generation as the abbot of the Lotus Temple, and her disciples are naturally rising. Moreover, the cultivation world has always respected the strong, the strong are the "ancestors", and the weak are the "disciples", and it is impossible for a great power to call a rookie a senior, even if the former is willing, the latter can't stand it.

"I've seen the master." The two sisters folded their hands together and bowed their heads in return. Although they are of high seniority, after all, the other party is an elder and a neighbor on the same mountain, so they should be polite and considerate.

The monks also came forward to greet each other and said to each other, "Amitabha." ”

"Go home for dinner, or my mother will scold." Xiao Tianqing went over and took Zhang Peng's hand and whispered.

For a time, Zhang Peng became the focus of the audience.

"Uh......" Zhang Peng smiled dryly and said, "Old Zhou, you take everyone to eat first, and I'll be back later." Then let Huang Mao drive the Jetta and send them back to the power plant compound for dinner.