"No way. ”

The old monk shook his head: "Everyone in the world is in the sea of suffering, and only my Buddha can cross it." ”

The young monk Huiming came to the other party: "But the master of Lingguang Temple?"

"Lao Ga Faxin is indeed a disciple of Lingguang Temple. The old monk asked, "Are you a disciple of Bodhi Temple or Zhongyue Temple?"

Monk Huiming clasped his palms together: "On the origin, the disciple is from Zhongyue Temple, but he is not a disciple of Zhongyue Temple. ”

The old monk looked him up and down: "No wonder I entered the outer way, it's just a pity that I have good qualifications, and the pearl is covered with dust." ”

"Poor monks don't dare to be. Hui Ming said.

"The old man wants to cross this world, how are you doing?" asked the old monk Faxin.

Huiming shook his head: "Under the rule of the lord of Chang'an City, the people live and work in peace and contentment, although they dare not say that they have reached the other side, but at least they have escaped from the sea of suffering. ”

"Nonsense. ”

The old monk said: "Not on the other side, on the sea of suffering, only according to the guidance of my Buddha, you can cross the world to the other side, and the rest are all evil demons, only with the sound of dogs and horses, charming eyes, people will fall into hell forever!"

"A Buddha is in everyone's heart, and everyone can become a Buddha. Monk Huiming shook his head: "The Tao is not the same, the poor monk has no intention of arguing with the master, he just wants to ask the master to leave this place." ”

"You are not as good as the outer path of Zhongyue Temple, and at a young age, you have already entered the evil way. ”

The old monk was not angry, but looked at Huiming's gaze, revealing deep regret:

"If you don't save the people from the sea of suffering, you have to prevent the old man from helping them, and you will sit back and watch them sink deeper and deeper. ”

"My Buddha is not your Buddha, Master, please. Hui Ming made a "please" gesture.

The old monk looked at the people in the city and nodded.

He went out of the city with Huiming.

The little monk followed all the way out of the city, and then listened to his master say: "Stop, don't approach, pay attention to yourself." ”

"Yes, Master. The little monk obediently stopped.

In the distance, the old monk Faxin and Huiming also stopped after they reached a place far enough away from the city.

The two of them made the same movement, both palms together for eleven salutes.

And with the movement of their palms, the air between the two suddenly stirred up a burst of dust.

"You can do it. The old monk said.

"It's better to be respectful than to obey your fate, please forgive the poor monk for being rude. The little monk Huiming did not refuse, raised his hand and clenched his fist.

As soon as he punched out, it was like a Sumeru Mountain rushing straight towards the old monk of the law.

The old monk stood still and did not move.

Dao Dao golden light emerged, surrounding him to form a Mount Meru.

Taller and more majestic than Huiming's!

Two Mount Meru are colliding together.

Hui Ming's punch was useless, but his body retreated a step back.

On Mount Meru, the old monk of the Dharma Heart, a crack appeared and shook in place.

But his body did not move, and the rift on Mount Meru quickly disappeared and was restored to its original condition.

"Cultivation is very solid, rare, rare. Fa Xin's eyes were even more regretful: "It's a pity, it's a pity." ”

"Please ask the Master for advice. Huiming's face remained unchanged, and his fists came out together.

Between the opening and closing of his fists, it was like forming a handprint.

When the old monk saw this handprint, he was not only slightly stunned.

The Sumeru Jinshan, which he was protecting, was punched by Huiming, and it was immediately full of cracks!

The powerful power made his own body flicker.

"My Buddha is compassionate!"

The Dharma Heart Monk shouted Buddha in his mouth, and the Sumeru Golden Mountain, which was enveloped and went up, suddenly disappeared.

The golden glow of the Dao Dao filled the air, and it seemed to turn into a mist of light.

Looming in the mist, there seems to be a sky falling, as if there is a lotus on the ground.

Hui Ming's fist mark can hit the opponent's Sumeru landslide, but it can't break through the golden mist.

The fog is like a cloud, and it dissolves the fist mark of Huiming to collapse Mount Meru.

Hui Ming was not surprised.

The reason why he made the first move as the old monk Dharma Xin said was because he knew that the opponent in front of him had reached the eighth realm of Buddhism, the realm of impermanence.

The seventh realm of the Buddha's armor, called Sumeru, will turn into Mount Meru, infinite thoughts, infinite power.

In actual combat, Mount Meru is manifested, attacking and defending as one, and the defense is powerful, and it is fierce and powerful when used to attack.

And the eighth realm, impermanence, Sumeru mustard seed, impermanence, impermanence, between changes, not restrained by the opponent, or restrained by the opponent.

At this time, the old monk of the Dharma Heart performed the mystery of impermanence, which seemed to be gentle, but it dissolved the great power of Huiming's Sumeru.

"The cultivation of the seventh realm is actually able to manifest a few mysteries of the immovable root seal with the Sumeru Demon Fist. The old monk of Faxin had no face, but sighed: "In terms of talent, you can compare with the apprentice, and you are above the old man, but unfortunately you have entered the evil path, if you take the right path, the future is limitless!"

Hui Ming said, "The mage has won the prize. ”

These days he is in Chang'an City, observing all aspects of the world, and he has a comprehension of Buddhism, so he has a punch that makes the old monk Faxin admire.

However, unable to break the opponent's impermanence, Huiming withdrew his fists and sealed his fist to protect himself.

Because he knew that the old monk was going to fight back.

Sure enough, the mist of light in front of him swept towards him in turn.

Monk Huiming used Sumeru's demon fist to manifest the immovable root seal.

But the gentle mist of light still came to him through Huiming's fist print.

A Bodhi tree stretched out from the light mist, and then a branch pointed directly at the center of Huiming's eyebrows.

Huiming had no choice but to retreat.

But the Bodhi branch stretched infinitely, constantly approaching Huiming's eyebrows.

Yun Mo, the martial arts master who fought against the Eighth Realm in the past, Hui Ming can rely on his own superior subtle inheritance to deal with it.

But now, he is facing an old monk who has learned from Lingguang Temple, and is not inferior to him at all.

At this time, it reflects the embarrassment of crushing people at a high level.

Hui tomorrow is talented, and he is better than the Dharma in the same realm.

It's a pity that to a certain extent, "impermanence" is restraining "Sumeru".

It is difficult to have a temper with the old monk under Huiming's eyes.

The old monk of Faxin firmly gained the upper hand, forcing Huiming to retreat again and again.

But fortunately, at this moment, a dragon roar was heard in the distance, and half of the sky suddenly became hot.

"Master, Purple Sun Jiao!" the little monk shouted.

"It's not Purple Sunjiao, it's a demon who cultivates the Transformation of Purple Sunjiao. ”

The old monk still looked at Hui Ming: "No wonder you are so obsessed, it turns out that you are mixed with a group of demons." ”

"The old thief is bald, dare to spread wild in Chang'an?" a big purple sunset fell in the sky.

In the flames of the sun, a purple dragon stretched its body, and the purple flames like rain fell overwhelmingly towards the old monk of Faxin.

The old monk raised a hand to the sky and raised his index finger.

The tip of his index finger seems to turn into a green lamp.

A little light emits ten thousand rays of light, enveloping all the surroundings in brilliance.

Under the spiritual light of the Dharma, the needle-like purple flames were all shattered by the spiritual light and exploded in mid-air.

One after another, the spiritual light even tore through the sea of purple flames and shone on the Purple Sun Jiao itself in mid-air.

Zi Rijiao was startled and hurriedly dodged away.

In a fit of rage, he spat out a purple flame that turned into a wheel of fire in mid-air and smashed into his opponent's head.

But the old monk of the Dharma Heart still had a stroke of spiritual light, and the brilliance was everywhere, and he shattered the purple wheel of fire.

At the same time, the aura was castrated endlessly, and continued to attack the purple sun jiao.

The old monk was full of inspiration, and Bodhi was wise, and he suppressed Huiming and the old demon of Ziri with one enemy and two.

Zi Rijiao roared again and again, and Monk Huiming didn't say a word, but all of them were pressed down by the old monk Faxin.

However, at this moment, the old monk's expression suddenly became serious, and he looked up at the sky.

The clouds there were suddenly stained with a layer of blood.

An old man in bloody clothes slowly fell from it, staring coldly at the old monk of Faxin.

"Are you the city lord of Chang'an?" said the old monk Fa Xin's expression was solemn.

"Why do you also need to alarm my majesty?"

The person who came was the Blood Shadow Old Demon, he looked down at the old monk of Faxin, and his eyes became colder and colder: "If you dare to invade Chang'an, you don't want to leave here today." ”

"It's not a pity for the old man to die with one life, but he will save thousands of living beings here from the sea of misery and from the scourge of you demons!" said the old monk Faxin in a deep voice.

Hui Ming sighed on the side: "Master, it is Your Majesty who restricts and restrains you, and the demon path cultivators of Chang'an never hurt people. ”

"The hypocrisy of deceiving the world is only a hypocrisy, and the fangs are only temporarily hidden. The old monk was unmoved.

The Blood Shadow Old Demon above snorted coldly: "Little monk, don't talk nonsense, just take him!"

As he spoke, the old devil turned into a blood phoenix and rained down blood from above.

The old monk of Dharma Xin shielded the top with the light of the impermanence Buddha.

The blood rain fell on the light mist, and it really couldn't continue down.

But the blood rain did not disperse, and it was never consumed by the light and mist.

As soon as the old monk's complexion changed, he saw that hundreds of blood strands extended from the blood phoenix in the sky, blending with the blood-red raindrops in the light mist.

Then, as if there was life, thousands of blood threads kept drilling down deep and deep, trying to pass through the light mist.

The impermanence of the old monk of the Dharma Heart is constantly changing, trying to dissolve the blood, but to no avail.

His fingers lifted a little again, and the light shone in all directions.

Ten thousand spiritual lights, like sharp blades, cut off the blood strands.

However, the broken blood did not dissipate, but reconnected with the wings of the blood phoenix.

So the more the aura was cut, the more bloodshot there was.

The old monk of Faxin was helpless, and forced Huiming and the old demon of the purple sun back with the Bodhi branch, and then the Bodhi branch went upwards and pointed at the head of the blood phoenix.

The blood phoenix hung in the air, not dodging or dodging, allowing the Bodhi branch to pierce his head.

As if bleeding, a large amount of blood flowed out of the blood phoenix's head.

But the blood did not scatter, but spread along the branches of the Bodhi tree and slid downwards as if it were alive.

The target is directly aimed at the old monk himself.

The old monk's expression became more and more serious, and he immediately made a decision, and he took the initiative to break the Bodhi branch.

The blood no longer spreads downwards, but rises upwards.

Engulfed the Bodhi branch, and took the other party to recover the blood phoenix head.

The blood was all withdrawn, and the phoenix's head returned to its original state, as if it had never been injured.

His wings shook a few times, and then he saw a Bodhi branch, broken into several pieces, spliced and combined, and turned into one of the claws of the blood phoenix.