It was still the dilapidated mountain gate inside and outside, and the snow in front of the gate had submerged the guano and fallen leaves on the front lawn, revealing only the sparse grass tips.

Meng Yiwei held his hands and leaned against the mottled temple gate, looking at the old monk meditating in the snow, surprised and helpless.

The old monk's lazy appearance of eating and waiting for death before made people automatically ignore his identity as a high-ranking monk and a martial arts master. Now I saw the old monk wearing a bright yellow monk's robe, wearing a golden robe, and with one hand, he raised a stone pestle that was more than a foot long and his arm was thick, and knocked on the rocky wooden fish like a hill very rhythmically, and then I remembered that this was a Buddhist Donkey Kong! The stone pestle hit the stone and wood fish, and the ramming sound was like a bang, and the aftermath cleared the falling snow within a radius of three zhang, and a clump of withered grass grew in the cracks of the rocks in front of the old monk's seat, but it was unmoved in the wind and snow and the sound of wooden fish that shook the ground.

Meng Yiwei felt even more helpless, and rushed to cheer early, planning to give the old monk a plan to lay out a academy, but was sneered at by the old monk, "Gods and Buddhas fight, can you use mortal things?" Meng Yiwei had no choice but to act as a spectator, helpless because the old monk didn't know how to be flexible, and even more helpless because of the weakness of his mortal body.

I don't know why the wind and snow on the winter solstice are so big, the mountain is gone, and the road has long been buried, faintly about two figures climbed the mountain, coming closer, seeing the moon-white monk robe in front of him, Meng Yiwei couldn't help but squint his eyes.

The little monk hugged the food box tightly, protecting a trace of residual warmth. Xuemo had already covered her nostrils, and she could only open her mouth wide and gasp for air. When he finally climbed up the mountain, the great lama behind him also stopped, and no longer followed like a ghost.

Xiaocao wiped the snow foam off his face with the sleeves of his robe, and only then did he see the two figures in front of the temple gate from the snowstorm, "Old monk, master?"

Meng Yiwei sighed, straightened up, and stepped into the wind and snow, first knocked on Xiaocao's bald head, and then pulled the little monk who wanted to stop talking and walked back to the foyer, and then said, "Don't say, don't ask, just watch!"

The little monk took a deep breath, looked back at the closed temple door, and then looked forward at the lonely old monk knocking on the wooden fish, and clenched his fists.

The great lama took a good time, holding the seal in his left hand and the golden wheel between the navel in a ring with his right hand, and silently reciting Sanskrit mantras in his mouth. As his voice grew louder and louder, the golden wheel became the eye of the storm, and the force of rotation disrupted the rhythm of the wind and snow, and the snowflakes swirled faster and faster, and turned more and more, and became denser and denser, and soon gathered in front of the great lama into a snowball the size of a human head, and quickly became larger, and it was enough to block the mountain gate in a moment. At this time, the great lama punched out, hitting the snowball, and the snowball rolled forward rapidly, which was the direction of the old monk.

The old monk had already lifted the stone pestle, but it did not fall immediately, hanging in the air, as if accumulating strength. The snowball got closer and closer, collecting the snow on the ground like a moving hill. When the snow-capped mountain was only three zhang away from the old monk, the stone pestle finally fell, and the stone wooden fish actually made a muffled sound like a leather drum, and then a visible ripple came out of the wooden fish and quickly spread out. "Boom", the snow-capped mountain was swept away by the air waves, no longer moving forward, but rotating in place, and getting smaller and smaller, and soon the huge snow-capped mountain returned to the snowstorm.

"Can you only keep the three zhang in front of you?" said the great lama as he walked, although the snow-capped mountains were annihilated, but he also helped the great lama clear the snow on the road ahead, so the golden boots stepped on the broken and messy stone road, clattering like horses' hooves.

The old monk was different from usual, usually he broke his mouth and chattered, but at this time he didn't say a word, just knocked on the wooden fish again and again.

"The old monk, who is also a shamen, why don't you build the supreme Buddha kingdom together?" the great lama stopped and faced the old monk from a distance.

"Your Buddha is not my Buddha," the old monk finally spoke

"Hahaha..."The great lama laughed wildly, "Your Red Lotus Temple, tens of thousands of monks, only you, the Buddha, sit alone outside the door!"

"Their Buddha is rotten and decayed, my Buddha guards this place, even if it falls, and rests over the thunder pool!" The old monk's voice was first lonely, and then sonorous

"Then smash your wooden fish head first, and then reshape the golden body of the big Buddha in your temple. The Grand Lama scolded loudly, and then his arms bowed, and his body swelled rapidly. He was already quite majestic, but at this time he was even more powerful as a barbarian, two feet tall, and his knotted muscles swam like a python. Although the gorgeous robe was propped up into the flesh, it was not damaged, which showed that it was extraordinary.

"Floating Tu Body? No, Fu Tu Body is extremely withered, how can it be so majestic?" Meng Yiwei muttered to himself, attracting a sideways glance from the grass beside him, "Sure enough, it is the three-in-one body qi and spirit!

The grass monk just wanted to ask the ins and outs, only to hear a loud shout in the field, the big lama jumped to the old monk three zhang in front of him, the metallic fist chiseled forward, the fist was as big as an iron bowl, like a meteor, rubbing the heat of the air, so that a small area of snow flakes turned into rain, and then steamed into gas, in a haze, the big lama's fist was like a giant beast head poking out of the clouds.

"When" the wind and snow drifted away, the clouds opened and the fog dispersed, only to see that the great lama's fist was about to fall, and the old monk's stone pestle was raised high, just against the elbow and armpit of the great lama, turning the strength into invisible.

The big lama burst into a shout again, jumped behind the old monk, and punched again, smashing the back of the old monk's head. The old monk's stone pestle leaned back and hit the great lama's shoulder blade again.

Since then, the big lama has smashed his fists, his legs are teasing, his shoulders are leaning, his head is hammered, and he is as fast as a tiger in the three feet around the old monk. The stone pestle of the old monk turned into a phantom, hitting the elbow and armpit, leg bend, and ear root of the great lama, attacking the enemy must be saved, and the attack is invisible, which is the supreme true meaning of the thousand Buddha's leaf twisting hands.

"Bang" The big lama finally retracted his fist and was swept in the chest by the stone pestle, flew ten zhang away, and smashed a mountain stone.

"Hehaha..."The big lama who sat up laughed and shook his head, "Sure enough, brute force can't beat you, the Buddhist Donkey Kong!" After speaking, the body contracted rapidly, and after returning to its normal shape, it still did not stop, and it was still shrinking, and finally turned into a small novice like a grass monk, wearing a wide robe, white and pure, with clear eyes and golden light.

Meng Yiwei stared at the great lama's blooming eyes piercing the wind and snow, and said in his heart, "Prison the gods with the body, open the divine domain in the body, or use the golden wheel to grind the gods and Buddhas?"

The great lama stood up, dragged the loose robe, and slowly walked towards the old monk, still three zhang in front of the old monk, he raised his hands, knotted the supreme seal of Tantra, and then slowly pushed forward, the dazzling golden light emitted by his fingertips converged into a golden wheel, the golden wheel rotated rapidly, and made a "click, click" sound out of thin air, as if crushing the void.

The old monk still lifted the stone pestle, the stone pestle was obviously rough polished, the water chestnut angle was distinct, and the stone pattern was vertical and horizontal. The stone pestle resisted the golden wheel, and the speed of the golden wheel slowed down, but the sound of "click, click" became louder, as if an iron lump had been poured into the stone mill, and the two were grinding against each other.

Under the stalemate, the Great Lama's handprint changed again, and the golden golden wheel shattered, turning into a stream of golden water, slowly extending upwards along the lines of the stone pestle, until it was about to approach the old monk's hand. Then, the golden droplets distributed throughout the stone pestle turned into small golden wheels, and began to rotate rapidly again, the small golden wheels were difficult to see with the naked eye, but Meng Yiwei could see them clearly, and couldn't help but be secretly frightened.

As thousands of small golden wheels grind rapidly, the stone chips resemble sifting off rice bran, and the stone pestle quickly thins, from the thickness of an arm at the beginning, to the thickness of a candle, and then to the thickness of chopsticks. At this time, the old monk suddenly exerted his strength, and the stone pestle with the thickness of chopsticks fell suddenly, knocking on the stone wooden fish, and the stone pestle burst into pieces, and also shattered the small golden wheels that were clinging to it.

The great lama's eyes trembled, swept up like a big bird, and quickly retreated, and at the same time, the robe flew out of his body, blocking in front of him, "stabbing it", the robe appeared in countless holes in the impact of sound waves, but it was not divided, and it was faintly visible that there were golden silk threads connecting the torn robes together. Although the robe was torn, it finally gave the great lama time to fly back, and the great lama swept back ten zhang again, and had returned to his normal body shape before landing, sitting on his knees, quickly sealing, and his fingers flew between them, and there were already dense Sanskrit mantras in front of him, forming a golden dike, blocking the sound that was approaching.

With a "boom", the golden light splashed wildly, and the sound was annihilated along with the curse wall.

The chaotic air currents swept the snow, and the field was hazy.

The stone pestle in the old monk's hand has turned into stone foam, and the top of the stone wooden fish has also cracked a big gap. The big lama on this side was wearing tattered robes, his face was like gold paper, and there was a blood stain on the corner of his mouth.

"What a scheming old monk! Take advantage of the fact that a certain prisoner god enters the body, and the inner tenacity and outer weakness are weak, use Donkey Kong power to provide my body, fortunately, the robes of a certain family are powerful, otherwise you will really be broken off the skin. The Great Lama shook his head as he spoke, "But, do you really think that a certain family only has a foreign family for self-cultivation? Since you are a god and a Buddha, then you deserve to enjoy this dance of heavenly demons!" When the words fell, the black vapor on the top of the great lama's head was steaming, in this snowy world, as if there was a peerless painter with a slender pen, first a graceful figure, then a light clothes, and then a charming face, twelve or holding a pipa, or dancing ringbells, or a bouquet of flowers The heavenly witch appeared, the posture was holy, only a black mark on the forehead, which set off their expressions extraordinarily.

"Alas, this ancient method should not be in the world, the Buddha still regarded it as a physical calamity, how can mortals bear it?" the old monk sighed, and then looked at Meng Yiwei and Xiaocao in the entrance hall worriedly.

Meng Yiwei nodded and said that it was okay, the big lama seemed to have some scruples, and did not make this law public, except for the old monk's eyes like a torch, mortals can only see a hazy black cloud, of course, Meng Yiwei can naturally see it clearly, and it is okay to see it, but the great lama's method of "controlling qi with gods" is really frightening.

The old monk was relieved, looked at the food box tightly held in Xiaocao's hand, and smiled at the nervous little monk.

Suddenly, the Sanskrit sound gradually rose, the old monk came back to his senses, and found that the twelve heavenly demons had floated around the body, the holy ones closed their eyes and chanted sutras, the enchanting ones teased their chests and exposed their breasts, the fluttering ones rebounded the pipa, and the delicate ones sprinkled flowers and smiled sweetly. The old monk recited the Buddhist scriptures lightly, his skin glowed with a pale golden light, as if transparent, and the bones around his body were like flowing golden flames.

"It's actually the golden pith Buddha bone!" The big lama's eyes froze, and then he actually made a seal with his backhand, and the incantation flew out, no longer golden light, but as black as ink.

A total of twelve pitch-black spells were submerged into the bodies of the twelve heavenly demons, and the twelve bewitching witches began to become hideous. First, the skin peeled off with blood, and with their sharp cries, the flesh began to fester, and the white maggots rolled back and forth in the fresh flesh.

"Bang" A heavenly witch's eyes fell, and it smashed three feet above the old monk's head, causing a burst of golden ripples, and the rotten eyeball was purified in the blink of an eye. This was just the beginning, the blood clots that were bubbling with black gas, the internal organs dripping with thick water, and the maggots rolling together kept falling from the bodies of the twelve heavenly witches. There was an invisible barrier around the old monk's body, and the ripples faintly annihilated the falling filth, but the barrier gradually became thinner, and the golden ripples were no longer bright, but had a trace of black gas.

"In the past, the Buddha was robbed under the Bodhi tree, and he also scolded the demons, and the old monk now has to be angry. After the old monk finished speaking, he pointed to the stone wooden fish in front of him, and a golden flame flowed out of his spine, and attached to the wooden fish along his fingers.

The old monk put his left hand to his chest, pressed his right hand to his abdomen, and rolled his throat, and the word "叒" erupted out, resounding all over the world.

The twelve heavenly demons hugged their heads and screamed, the black shadows were about to disperse, and the old monk King Kong looked angrily, "I can't escape!

"Haha, sure enough, sure enough!" the great lama laughed instead of being angry, "The golden pith in the Buddha's bones will ignite the Buddha's fire with a drop!

Before the words fell, I saw the Buddha fire in the wooden fish swaying, and the twelve heavenly demons who were just skeletons opened their mouths and looked up to the sky, as if they were laughing silently. They struggled to break open the sternum, only to see a ball of purple and sparkling blood inside, which did not burn when it met the Buddha fire, but instead dyed the purple flame of the Buddha fire.

The old monk sighed lightly, "Karmic fire and bloodstained, great lama, is it worth it?"

The Great Lama's face struggled, and then he shouted, "It should be worth it for my Shamen Supreme Buddha Kingdom!"

The old monk stopped talking, the wooden fish originally had cracks, at this time, through the calcination of Buddha fire and karmic fire, it was finally difficult to support it anymore, and it burst violently, the old monk waved his sleeves, rolled up the Buddha fire and karmic fire, and swallowed it in one gulp.

I saw a cloud of purple gas lingering on the old monk's chest, and the golden pith around the body gathered around the purple qi, and the Buddha fire was exhausted, slowly calcining, and finally the purple gas burned out, but most of the golden pith was also consumed.

At this moment, the big lama ten zhang away shouted "three yuan to the golden wheel", and then swept up, ten zhang was fleeting, the arm exploded two feet long, bypassed the old monk's head, hit the old monk's back cervical vertebrae, the old monk trembled all around, and the vertebrae were split into three sections.

The great lama was secretly overjoyed, but he heard the old monk shouting the Buddha's horn, and a punch hit the big lama in the abdomen, and the sound of glass breaking came from it.

The two of them maintained this position, the wind rose again, the snow fell again, and both of them closed their fists at the same time.

The old monk was still sitting cross-legged, and the great lama was also sitting in front of the old monk at this time.

A snowflake fell on the old monk, and all the bones in his body were shattered into fine lines.

"Your Buddha bones are broken, go to the Western Heavens!" said the Grand Lama

"Your wheels are broken, go to your bullshit Buddha country!" the old monk resumed his old playful and angry scolding.

Then, there was silence for a while. The big lama said softly, "Let your apprentice and a certain family...", before he finished speaking, he heard Meng Yiwei in the distance shouting, "Two be careful!", the big lama suddenly looked back, and shouted at the intersection of the mountain, "The rats dare!"