The Buddha's palm conjured up a huge hand shadow more than a zhang high, and it was pressed with the righteous intention of eliminating demons and defending the way, and Jiang Liao knew that the target of this palm actually included himself!

As soon as the black tree staff in his hand waved, his body was suddenly sent by a huge force, and with a snort, he instantly came from the street to a sky hundreds of feet high. The street below www.biquge.info turned into a black line, and the few people facing each other in the street turned into tiny ants crawling on the black line.

The Buddha's palm galloped past the place where Jiang Liao was standing just now, and the bluestone on the ground was rolled up and blasted towards the old beggar.

"There are some means!" The old beggar stood motionless, and the arm that had just thrown Jiang Liao into the sky dragged up an afterimage, and gently and skillfully pushed it out, and it was also a palm, and he greeted it.

This move is the secret great mercy hand of the Prajna Temple, which contains the supreme majesty of Vajra subduing demons. The Great Compassion Hand is just an inferior martial art, but with the blessing of the supreme Dharma, it is much stronger than ordinary inferior martial arts. The Great Compassion Hand was followed by ninety-nine eighty-one palms as soon as one palm was slapped, and each palm was extremely fierce, until the last palm ninety-nine was one, and it would reach the peak of the fateful realm!

There was a tremor on the long street, the two nearest houses completely collapsed from top to bottom, and in a few breaths the street was hit by more than a dozen violent earthquakes.

Jiang Liao, who fell from the sky, held a black staff in his hand, like a meteorite outside the sky shining on the bald head of the dust monk and fell wildly, the black line quickly enlarged in Jiang Liao's eyes, and the street became clearer and clearer.

Lichen's face was still majestic, and the thin lips that were originally pursed slowly opened, and while pressing down with one palm, the other palm suddenly turned up, pointing at Jiang Liao who was killed from the sky. With the display of this solemn Buddha appearance, a faint blue light was born on the white robe. At the beginning of the Buddha's incarnation, he pointed to the heavens and the earth, and said in his mouth: Heaven and earth, I am the only one! The exquisite dust of the Dharma actually transformed the hand of great compassion with the Buddha's majestic Dharma at the moment of crisis, and the realm is truly extremely subtle.

"If you have a bad heart, you will use your spells to reach the heavens! The Buddha subdued demons and subdued demons, but he couldn't help me and other righteous and good people!" The old beggar shouted loudly in the roar of heaven and earth.

The small palm that was gently pushed out struck the empty monk eighty-one times in an instant, and the true yuan erupted like a raging fire, and the white monk's robe with the statue of the Dharma Treasure seemed to be extremely large and rapidly shrunk at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The true body of the Buddha statue was broken in an instant, and in an earth-shattering roar, the dust turned into a white light, and it retreated dozens of feet with a loud voice, and stood silently in the long empty street in the distance.

The confrontation took place between the lightning and flint, and the dust had receded to ten zhang away. Jiang Liao, who fell from the sky, had just fallen into the air a few feet high in the streets and alleys, and the black staff flipped over to unload a force, and suddenly turned over in the void and fell steadily in place.

Jiang Liao and the old beggar's position did not change, but the young monk was forced to retreat dozens of feet, still maintaining the posture of pushing out with one hand, staring down at the tip of his palm, and the originally white palm was as red as a fire coal at this time.

"Little monk, go back and practice for another ten years, maybe you can fight the old man a few tricks!" the old beggar said leisurely.

The young monk stayed on the long street, and since he went down the mountain this time, he has repeatedly used his magical powers, no matter which state or county he walked to, he was courteous as a monk, but he didn't expect Yunmeng to be in sight, but he was deflated outside this salt city. Fang Cai Zhenyuan and the Dharma have done their best, and they have reached the limit of the dust exercises, not only did they not take advantage of the old beggar, but they also suffered a lot of internal injuries. The monks of the dusty temple are like clouds, but compared to the beggars in front of them, I am afraid there are only a few elders.

At such a young age, he was determined to be a reincarnated supernatural power and a practitioner in the temple, and the so-called "go back and practice for another ten years" was just a beggar's sarcastic words, but he didn't know that the old beggar was telling the truth, and there was no trace of nonsense. With Monk Chen's current cultivation, coupled with the incomparable conditions of the Prajna Temple, he can really cultivate for another ten years before he can be his opponent. If he knew the identity of this old beggar, he was afraid that he would not think it was sarcasm, but would think that it was a great compliment to himself. It takes ten years to fight the legendary characters, and there are not many people in the world who can do it.

It's just that Lichen didn't know the identity of the old beggar, which also made him miss a precious opportunity to merge his mood and improve his enlightenment, and also left a shadow on his Dao heart that was extremely difficult to erase.

There is such a master in this salt city, and he has turned into a beggar, is it also for the battle of the immortal soul? I don't know what kind of force can invite such a master, Li Chen thought. An unquenchable resentment churned in his chest, his face turned blue and white for a while, and it was not until a long time later that his face regained his solemn and compassionate appearance, tilted his head and glanced at the restaurant with a little stinginess, recited a Buddha name in a low voice, and disappeared from the long street.

The monks of the shelter restaurant floated away, and several butchers on the street were shocked. Even the high monks of the Prajna Temple are not the opponents of this old beggar, and there is no possibility of winning with these sharp knives, and they are not even qualified to work hard. Naturally, such cultivators are not here to ask for money. The remaining five butchers rushed into the restaurant as fast as they could, ignoring the severely wounded and wailing brothers on the side of the street, and the originally open façade was blocked by the heavy door panels. A restaurant that was in business turned into a dead building in an instant, the doors and windows were closed, and the walls collapsed silently.

The eighteen butchers should suffer this catastrophe today, they were killed by Jiang Liao's black rod first, and the casualties were heavy, and when everyone was terrified, the willows were bright, and the monks of the Panruo Temple rushed to the earthquake in time. didn't expect that the restaurant had long been targeted by the masters.

As soon as the remaining five people entered the restaurant, they rushed to the backyard of the restaurant as if they had seen a ghost in the daytime. There were more than a dozen stoves under the shed in the backyard, and several people came to the edge of the largest stove, and uncovered the pots and pans above to reveal a dark hole in the ground.

A stale wind blew through the street, and the fishy smell was blown away without a trace.

Wang Cuihua walked to Jiang Liao's side without a moment's delay, unwrapped the package and put it on the ground, and quickly took out a small yellow paper bag from the innermost, because the action was too fast, she brought out a few broken silver grains in the package, and some women's needles and threads were all scattered on the ground.

When I opened the yellow paper packet, there was some white foam inside. Cuihua poured all the medicine into the palm of her hand, unscrewed the kettle with her mouth and took a few drops of water, and then stirred it with her fingers a few times, quickly and evenly pasting it on Jiang Liao's wound.

"Do you still have medicine?" Jiang Liao said.

"I knew you were going to fight with someone, but I didn't expect it to be so powerful. When I left, I was in a hurry, so I rummaged through the cabinets and got these, and I knew that I would go to the pharmacy in the town to catch more!" said Cuihua as if talking to herself.

Jiang Liao pondered what Cuihua said, "I didn't expect it to be so powerful", whether it was a serious fight or a serious injury, but looking at the busy Cuihua, his heart was very calm, knowing that although these injuries were serious, they would heal as long as they were raised for a few days, and they were not serious injuries. The injuries caused by the cultivator's battle, no matter how light they are, the effect of ordinary gold sore medicine is negligible, looking at his wife's concerned look, Jiang Liao couldn't bear to dissuade him, and let Cuihua be busy around him.

The wound on the calf was bandaged, but the wound on the back was not easy to bandage, and the wound was too deep, and the blood that flowed out washed away the paste powder little by little, Wang Cuihua had no choice but to temporarily cover her hand on the wound to prevent the blood from flowing too fast. In just a moment, red blood overflowed from Wang Cuihua's fingers, flowing down the green onion-like jade arm, and then dripping to the ground. Feeling the warm blood of her man in the palm of her hand, Wang Cuihua's face was still calm, but her eyes were full of hatred when she stared at the restaurant.

The old beggar looked at the messy and simple package on the ground, and a smile appeared on his face. I didn't expect that the first scattered cultivator in the world with unlimited scenery back then, and the descendants would be so poor. Quietly waving his hand, the young beggar who was originally a chicken nest head blown into a broom head by Jiang Liao Zhenyuan took out an azure porcelain gourd from his tattered clothes like a trick, and handed it to Cuihua with a pleasing smile on his face.

"This is a family heirloom miracle medicine that specializes in treating all kinds of knife wounds. The broom head said.

Jiang Liao was also injured for the sake of this group of sparrows, Cuihua took it unceremoniously, pulled off the seal on the gourd, and a rich and pure sweet smell suddenly floated out.

Wang Cuihua picked up the gourd and pointed it at Jiang Liao's wound.

"Alas...... Alas, this medicine is taken internally, not externally!" said the broom head hurriedly.

Wang Cuihua glanced at him suspiciously, put the celadon gourd under her nose and sniffed it again and again, until a long time later, after confirming that she did not feel any discomfort, she carefully took out the kettle and asked Jiang Liao to take the medicine.