Chapter 250

In this world, for thousands of years, Buddhism has existed as a positive role between heaven and earth, fulfilling the duty of subduing demons and guarding the way.

Thousands of Buddhas promote the truth, goodness and beauty between heaven and earth, and oppose evil demons, which seems to have become an iron law in the world. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, after countless time evolutions, there is also a kind of person similar to the demonic path among the Buddhist practitioners, who is called the human Buddha and ghost cultivator.

However, what human Buddhas and ghost cultivators have created is not the real ghost Buddhas, they just use extreme methods to quickly increase their power, but in the final analysis, they are still human beings.

And the real ghost Buddha is cultivated by a wisp of soul, this kind of powerful mana is almost flawless people are the real ghost Buddha, although the title of the ghost Buddha has a Buddha word.

But they don't have a trace of Buddha heart and goodness at all, the only reason why these souls can cultivate into ghost Buddhas is that they have a wireless hatred for the world in which they lived, and the deeper the hatred, the faster his strength will grow, and the more terrifying it will become.

Therefore, in the spiritual world, once a ghost Buddha is born, it will mean a great disaster.

After Wan Tingjun and Bai Chengxi came to the Shuangta Temple, they explained their intention to the abbot of the Shuangta Temple, Tianlong, the old monk just listened to their narration with slightly squinted eyes, but he didn't mean to show his face at all.

What? You're really funny enough to shake the heavens and Ding Palace, bring me a group of guys who haven't grown all their hair, and say that they want to resist the demonic energy, isn't this just a joke?

Anyway, a few days ago, there were still some monks from the First Light Realm, although they didn't have much combat power, but it's better than nothing? But I didn't expect this to get worse and worse, and in the end, even the Dark Universe Realm was pushed out, could it be that this newly born ghost Buddha was used as mud to play?

Wan Tingjun and the others saw that the old monk just bowed his head and said nothing, as if he was asleep, and thought that the matter of this demonic qi in the north was just alarmist, and there was no threat at all, but after Wan Tingjun entered the Shuangta Temple, everything he saw was like a great enemy, why did this old abbot not take it seriously at all?

After thinking for a while, this Wan Tingjun really didn't know what the old monk was selling, so he asked, "Tianlong Zen Master, I don't know where the other disciples of my Heaven Shaking Ding Palace are now?"

The old monk of Tianlong raised his head, his eyes were still slit, but he said weakly: "They have all gone to the Valley of Silence and the people of the Death Villa to reconcile, you should go too, the old man is tired and wants to rest." ”

After the old monk finished speaking, he motioned to the little monk standing next to him and asked him to take Wan Tingjun and the others to the Valley of Silence.

At this time, a fierce battle was taking place at the mouth of the valley of silence.

The magic weapons and magic weapons in the sky flew chaotically, all kinds of mantras filled the sky and the earth, the originally clear sky became extremely dark, and clusters of black mist wandered back and forth over the battlefield.

In the blink of an eye, someone will fall down miserably, and in a breath, several magic weapons will shatter from mid-air, and then turn into scrap copper and rotten iron and scatter to the ground.

On the battlefield, the disciples dressed in the costumes of the two sects of the Deadly Mountain Villa and the Heaven-Shaking Ding Palace were silent one by one, forcibly suppressing the desire to turn around and run away, and stubbornly guarding the last bit of Dao heart righteousness to fight against the demons.

At this time, Sima Chengzhen's face was suspended in the low altitude with his face as heavy as water, and the Guqin magic weapon in his hand, Heaven and Earth Haoran Qin, kept shooting out the Dao Sword Blade and entering the battle group, while the three clouds of the Heaven Shaking Ding Palace were like ghosts.

Flashing figures one after another, flashing back and forth beside several black-armored Arhats, trying to find an early opportunity to deal a fatal blow to these powerful monsters.

However, they all tried their best to attack and fight, but hitting those black-armored arhats with rough skin and thick flesh had little effect, and they couldn't even hurt their fur.

However, with every swing of the three black-armored arhats holding the Vajra Demon Stick, a strong wind was brought up, and those disciples with low cultivation were crumbling and in danger. From this point of view, there is no suspense in such a battle at all, and it is only a matter of time before the Righteous Path Alliance loses on its side.

Suddenly, a young disciple who was fighting behind Sanyun said with a sad face: "Senior Brother Sanyun, I don't think we can save Dongfang Qing, let's withdraw quickly, otherwise we will be wiped out by the group in a while!"

As soon as this young disciple said this, Sanyun's face immediately turned extremely dark, as if he had been smeared with a layer of black oil paint, and immediately reprimanded angrily: "Fart, do you know who is trapped inside? That Dongfang Qing is the most hardworking and promising one in the Tongling Sect, not to mention that Master Lei is favored by him, and even the palace master and his old man have mentioned it many times. ”

"And that Su Xiaoxiao, but the next successor of Jin Huofeng, can they go on a business trip?

Sanyun scolded the disciple with a fierce voice, but he was like this in his mouth, but there was a drum beating in his heart, and now he couldn't even clean up these Arhat-like monsters in Taniguchi, how could he go in to be a hero and save the beauty of a fart?

The disciple was scolded by Sanyun for splitting his head and covering his face, and the scream in his heart was not a taste, and he didn't speak at the moment, but carefully commanded the magic weapon to fill the number next to him, and resolutely did not enter the attack range of the black-armored Arhat, completely clean and self-conscious, not seeking merit but seeking no fault.

Just as everyone was stagnating, a group of warrior monks from the Twin Pagoda Temple rushed in the distance.

There were about 30 warrior monks in this group, all of them in gray monk robes, holding eyebrow-length iron pan dragon sticks, all of them were murderous.

As soon as he saw that reinforcements were coming, Sima Chengzhen's brows stretched, and he took the lead in saying loudly: "I don't know who the monk is, Sima Chengzhen is grateful for your help!"

Hearing Sima Chengzhen speak, one of the monks hit the Buddha number and replied: "We are the thirty-six demon warrior monks under the seat of the Heavenly Hate Zen Master of the Battle Buddha Palace, and they came to subdue the demons according to the decree of the Zen master, and everyone will rest for a while. ”

The middle-aged monk who answered the question had bright eyebrows and starry eyes, and his eyes were bright, and at first glance he was a person with profound Dharma. The disciples of the two factions, who were already exhausted, fell to the ground one by one, and they all carefully withdrew from the battle group, leaving the three fierce black-armored Arhats in the middle.

The middle-aged monk saw everyone retreating, and shouted in a deep voice: "Set up the formation!"

The middle-aged monk gave an order, and the many warrior monks who came quickly surrounded the three black-armored arhats one by one, and these warrior monks were quickly divided into two parts, and more than a dozen of them immediately sat cross-legged and thrust the iron disc dragon stick in their hands to the ground, put their hands together, and chanted words in their mouths.

The other dozen or so warrior monks were holding dragon sticks and shouting, pounced on the black-armored arhats, and fought with these terrifying monsters. Seeing that these anxious Buddhist monks rushed over and fought with the three black-armored arhats without saying a word, the disciples of the two factions on the side finally withdrew from their fatigued combat state, and began to rest and recover a little and simply deal with their injuries.

Most of the disciples were consumed a lot in the battle just now, and now that they have a gap, they naturally meditate and recover immediately, striving to adjust their strength as soon as possible, so as to prevent themselves from losing their lives in unknown dangers. However, there are also some disciples who are curious about Buddhism, regardless of physical fatigue, and they all open their eyes to see how these Buddhist warrior monks subdue demons and defend the way, subdue demons and eliminate demons.

I saw that these Buddhist monks arranged a small magic circle in the blink of an eye, surrounding the three black-armored Arhats in the middle, and the coiling dragon stick sitting cross-legged in front of the surrounding warrior monks was shining with golden light, and different Buddhist scriptures continued to flow upward along the coiling dragon stick.

With the flow of the golden scriptures, the black-armored arhat also seemed to feel a great threat, and suddenly the black Vajra Fu Demon Stick in his hand suddenly poked towards the ground, and then the three black-armored Arhats danced the black Vajra Fu Demon Stick in their hands like three iron towers, rushing in three directions.

At this time, the warrior monks who rushed into the formation also held the coiling dragon sticks to meet them, but the difference was that the originally dull coiling dragon sticks in their hands also emitted dazzling golden light, like sticks made of gold.

Suddenly, in this small magic circle, the shadow of the stick flew over, and the shouts were repeated. When the fight reached a critical place, everyone saw that there were only sticks in the formation but no human figures, and they couldn't help but admire the strong and domineering of this Buddhist formation. Buddhism is compassionate, but there are also times when King Ming is angry, and it seems that this is indeed the case.

This group of Buddhist warrior monks only took a cup of tea from the formation to the sudden turn of the situation, and saw the three black-armored arhats being knocked out by the golden scriptures flying up and down. It's just that the moment these black-armored arhats were knocked out of the formation, they turned into a puff of black smoke and floated into the air, like black clouds drifting away.

Seeing that the monster black-armored Arhat was defeated, the disciples of the two factions breathed a sigh of relief, and they all thanked these Buddhist monks, because none of these people noticed that the black clouds floating into the air were drifting towards the direction of the Ghost Valley.

However, despite the defeat of these black-armored Arhats at the moment, the warrior monks led by him were a little worried when they saw that these righteous monks who had originally come to support, and they were puzzled at the moment, so they walked up to Sima Chengzhen and said: "Now that the crisis here has been resolved, you should go back to the Shuangta Temple with me, and wait for the arrival of the senior masters of each faction, and then discuss how to do it." ”

Sima Chengzhen said with a wry smile: "Don't hide it, Master, there are a few of us trapped in this silent valley, and we must rescue them." ”

The warrior monk's face changed slightly, and then he regained his composure, "The little monk's name is far away, please call me far away." ”

Sima Chengzhen nodded, but heard the monk from Yuankong say: "Since there are people trapped in the Valley of Silence, then we have to rescue them no matter what, but we don't have to go so many people." ”