In fact, Lu Xuan's decision was only made out of prudence.

Although I don't know what kind of work Tianchong Temple is doing.

But if the temple really cultivates evil spirits, he is still sure that it will be solved in time.

"......Oooo

The bell rang, and seven times in succession announced the beginning of the Buddha's birthday ceremony.

The disciples of Tianchong Temple passed on the vegetarian food one by one, and the dishes were exquisite, and they were served on jade plates.

The chopsticks and soup bowls on the table are also carved from white jade, and there is no flaw in them.

Above the clouds, there is great power to talk and laugh.

In the country of Buddhism, the people are happy.

At the Fengyangzi table, a gray-robed master stood up, raised his glass and said with a smile:

"Today, Tianchong Temple held this banquet, we met here, it is also fate, poor nuns toast you a cup."

This is the elder of the Seven Dust Temple, his name is Shan, and he is in the middle stage of cultivation.

"What the good master said is very true."

"We go to the banquet together, and meeting here is fate."

"Yes, yes, yes."

The people should be in peace.

Feng Yangzi looked at the powers, and then looked at the wine in his cup, and drank it hard.

Uncle Zu said that there is a problem with vegetarian food, so vegetarian wine should be fine, right?

"Whew, good wine, good wine!"

An old man in a brocade robe put down his cup and admired:

"In the mouth, this wine is soft in the hard, soft in the soft, obviously fierce and hard, but there is compassion and softness, and it actually contains two characteristics at the same time......

Although it was the first time to drink it, I could feel that there seemed to be a Buddha in it, which was really unusual. ”

"Huanglong's predecessors' eyes are like torches."

Yuding Zhenren had a look of admiration on his face:

"This wine is brewed from the fruit of the Vajra tree in front of the Bodhisattva Hall in Tianchong Temple, and it is taken from the meaning of "Buddha has compassion and also has magic tricks".

If I'm not mistaken, the jar we drank has been cellared for at least 1,300 years. ”

The old man, known as the "Yellow Dragon", is the person with the highest realm in the field, and his cultivation has reached the middle stage of Mahayana.

He came from a mundane background and was originally a woodcutter.

One day, when chopping wood in the mountains, he encountered a dragon falling into a stream, got an opportunity from the dragon's corpse, washed the scriptures and cut the marrow, and embarked on the road of cultivation since then.

In addition, my surname is Huang, so after becoming enlightened, I took the name [Huanglong Zhenjun].

Yuding is a real person who is good at wine, and is also good at tasting wine, mentioning things about wine, and talking about it.

The rest of the people also responded to the agreement, expressing their opinions and showing their knowledge.

Feng Yangzi didn't interject, but took advantage of the fact that this group of people were blowing each other's business, and dried up half a pot of wine tons and tons.

He deliberately let go of his ban on alcohol so that his spirits would be more excited.

The two pillars of Daoyan Sect, Qingyangzi and Fengyangzi, these two brothers are a little afraid of society.

Qingyangzi is slightly better, after all, he is the head of a sect, and he attends various meetings on weekdays, surrounded by a circle of Mahayana monks.

I've seen a lot of big scenes, and I won't panic too much when I really encounter things.

Feng Yangzi is different, he is mainly responsible for the reception of visitors from other sects, and when he deals with affairs, he is on his own territory, and he does not experience as much as Qingyangzi.

As the saying goes, wine is intimidating.

Fengyangzi is now a lot more down-to-earth.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'll break my fast."

The good teacher said with a smile.

"Okay."

"Okay."

The crowd responded.

Mrs. Zen raised her jade chopsticks and stretched them out to the table, just as she was about to pick up a piece of pastry in front of her.

Suddenly, a pair of white jade chopsticks fell like lightning, preempting her and clamping her chosen target.

Mrs. Shan: "??? ”

She turned her head to see that Feng Yangzi was holding a pastry in her mouth, with an embarrassed but polite smile on her face, and muttered while chewing:

"Well, Poor Dao is a little hungry......"

Lishan smiled, thinking that Feng Yangzi was hungry after a long journey, so he didn't take this matter to heart.

When I was about to clip another piece by myself, I heard the sound of "bang bang".

The jade chopsticks touched the jade plate, and there were sixteen rings in a row.

Feng Yangzi took advantage of her turn of the head and shot like thunder, sandwiching the entire plate of pastries.

The victim was not the only one who was the master of the Seven Dust Temple.

Yuding Zhenjun was about to pick up the somen noodles in front of him, a pair of chopsticks were inserted strongly, the chopsticks were rolled, and the somen noodles in the bowl brought out the noodle soup, and the spiral flew up, snoring, and was sucked down by Feng Yangzi.

The combined power of the name Yutai wanted to pick up a bean roll, but before the chopsticks touched, the bean roll was nailed through.

With a few crispy sounds, the whole plate of bean rolls was skewered onto the white jade chopsticks, and Feng Yangzi skewered it, wiped the soup on the plate, and ate it cleanly.

The people who came to Tianchong Temple for a banquet were all famous monks, and naturally they also paid attention to etiquette.

Especially at this table, as a powerful person, everyone should push the cup and change the lamp, talk about the heavens and the earth, and eat slowly.

No one expected that the hungry ghost Feng Yangzi was killed halfway, but in an instant, half of the vegetarian food on the dinner table was wiped out.

Of course, there are still quick reactions on the field.

The dignified Mahayana monk and the highest-ranking glutton Huanglong Zhenjun in the audience finally made a move!

He grabbed a piece of plain goose before Feng Yangzi, the hungry ghost Dao monk!

The next moment, the chopsticks of the cultivator Feng Yangzi fell, and the chopsticks were pointed on the food chosen by Huanglong Zhenjun!

In front of everyone's eyes, Feng Yangzi pressed back the piece of vegetarian goose that had left the jade plate!

The atmosphere in the field froze.

Huanglong Zhenjun's face was slightly cold, and he said in his heart that today's juniors are really good and don't know how to be polite.

With a twist of his wrist, the jade chopsticks shook, and the sound of a dragon's groan sounded.

The wind and thunder roared, and the two jade chopsticks seemed to turn into double dragons, hideous and vicious, opened their bloody mouths, and bit the vegetarian goose on the plate!

Everyone in the audience suddenly changed their faces, and everyone could see that Huanglong Zhenjun had already used his means at this moment!

He's going to make Feng Yangzi suffer some!

Feng Yangzi was nervous, and subconsciously bit the jade pendant in his mouth.

The jade pendant glowed, and a trace of mana seeped out.

"Boom!"

Suddenly there was a thunder explosion in the middle of the plate, and the thunder was like electricity, turning into a great dao guillotine, wrapped in immeasurable heavenly power, and fell with a bang!

With a "click", the two hideous dragon heads were cut off with a knife, and the chopsticks of Huanglong Zhenjun were broken, and then from the front end, they shattered inch by inch!

As soon as the muffled snort sounded, Huanglong Zhenjun's face turned pale, his body was shocked and he left the seat, and he took three steps backwards in a row before he could stop.

There was a dead silence in the field.

"Click".

The chopsticks in his hand fell to the ground.

Everyone looked dumbfounded, and some doubted their eyes.

What did they see?

The deputy sect master of the Daoyan Sect, the cultivator Feng Yangzi, only used a pair of chopsticks to shake a great power of the Mahayana period away?

Huanglong Zhenjun's arm holding the chopsticks was still trembling, his face flushed, and he covered his arm:

"Why should you ...... Why play so decrepit like this? ”

Lao Zhenjun was very aggrieved.

Isn't it just a bite to eat?

As for pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, do you want to slap my old man in the face?

Kazeyoko tried to squeeze out an apologetic expression.

But with the help of Uncle Zu's plug-in, he pretended to be a wave of force.

Feng Yoko's mood was really happy.

[No, you can't ...... like this]

Feng Yangzi took a deep breath.

After all, they are old-timers, and they are already bullying people with the magic weapon of Uncle Zu.

If you laugh out loud at this time, I'm afraid you'll have to faint the old man.

So he tried to hold back a smile and arched his hand:

"Senior Xie conceded ...... It's just that this table of vegetarian banquets, the younger generations can't give it to you, as for the reason...... In the future, Feng Yangzi will apologize to you. ”

He fell like rain and sandwiched all the vegetarian fasts on the table into his mouth.

In the end, he didn't even let go of the porridge in front of everyone, and drank it all in one bowl.

The great powers looked at his dashing figure and pondered silently.

Huanglong Zhenjun was already a monk in the middle of the Mahayana period, and Feng Yangzi shocked him to the outside with just a pair of chopsticks.

Obviously, Feng Yangzi's cultivation will definitely not be as simple as it seems on the surface.

So how high is his true realm?

Late Mahayana? The pinnacle of Mahayana? Still is...... Already in the Catastrophe?

Could it be that this is the true strength of the Daoyan Sect monks?

The hearts of the great powers sank.

Looking at Feng Yangzi's gaze, it was already very different.

………………

And the peaceful and tranquil VIP dining area is different.

In the Land of Elysium below, the atmosphere is much more lively.

Many people praised the true Buddha, and ordinary monks talked about the world and pushed the cup to change the lamp.

"Dad, what is the black and slimy thing in this porridge?"

A little girl with braided hair looks at the contents of her bowl.

Beside her, the middle-aged man thought for a while:

"It's supposed to be preserved eggs, right?"

"Aren't monks not allowed to eat eggs?"

The woman next to her asked.

"It is indeed said in the Buddhist scriptures that all eggs are not edible, and all have children ......"

The middle-aged man memorized a few Buddhist scriptures:

"However, the true Buddha of Tianchong started in the stove room back then, and there should be a different understanding of this, not to mention that the eggs we eat are all 'widowed eggs', and they can't hatch chickens, so they can't be killed."

The little girl listened to the discussion between her father and mother, and seemed to understand whether she understood it or not, but she understood the word "preserved eggs".

So she lowered her head and drank the porridge in the bowl with a snort.

Well, it's salty, it's indeed preserved egg porridge.

………………

Above the clouds.

"It's almost time to eat."

The disciple presiding over the meeting looked at the scene below and folded his hands.

Vegetarian food has entered the belly of these people, and the real Buddha's birthday ceremony should also begin.

"Oooo......oo

The bell rang suddenly.

Whether it was the people in the country of the Buddha of Bliss, or the monks above the clouds, they were all stunned.

Why did you ring the bell again?

According to the custom of the Buddhist canon in the past.

Every time a vegetarian feast is held, a three-day flowing water feast is set up.

The bell is not rung until it is over.

This first meal hasn't been eaten yet, and the vegetarian feast is over?

Both the people and the monks looked in the direction of the bell.

A middle-aged monk with his hands folded and a bitter expression on his face.

He is the abbot of Tianchong Temple and a disciple of Master Kongwen.

The middle-aged monk stepped forward and took a step.

A layer of magic light lit up, and the clothes on his body disintegrated inch by inch and turned into flying ashes.

And with it melted was his skin.

The middle-aged monk's face was deformed and dissolved like an ulcer, his facial features were sunken, as if his bones could not support it, and an eyeball fell out of his socket and smashed to the ground.

But the eyeball didn't bounce and roll, on the contrary, it smashed to the ground like a ball made of wet mud, and rotted into a puddle.

Then there is the nose, the mouth, the ears......

The facial features are like a mud bodhisattva soaked in water, and he falls off by himself without using his hands.

The sticky skin peels off, and underneath the skin, a dark black substance emerges, replacing the muscles and bones.

The middle-aged monk's body melted, and in just a few moments, it turned into a puddle of black mud, wriggling, and surging towards the direction of the mountain behind Tianchong Temple.

Someone saw the step of the living person melting into black mud, and couldn't help but bend over and vomit.

What came out of his mouth was not the food he had just eaten, but a black, gelatinous substance, no different from that of a middle-aged monk.

"Dad, you...... Your face ......"

The little girl looked at her father in horror.

But the middle-aged man standing in front of her was also trembling.

Because he saw that on his daughter's little face, there were black threads like cobwebs emerging, and they were spreading.

It seems that it won't be long before this dough will disintegrate and fall off along these cracks, and then turn into a puddle of black mud like a disciple who has heard nothing.

"Guys, things are going for the worst."

Feng Yangzi got up and said.

Above the clouds, even those who have cultivated to a deep level of powerhouse have begun to have black lines on their bodies, and they have used their mana, but they can't expel it from their bodies, and they can only watch their bodies being eroded and impregnated little by little.

“…… Thank you Fengyangzi Daoyou. ”

Huanglong Zhenjun was silent, then got up and saluted seriously.

The great power in the field already knew why Feng Yangzi wanted to stop them from eating the vegetarian food of Tianchong Temple.

"Someone has already taken care of the source of the pollution."

Feng Yangzi arched his hand, "Please also take action to suppress the situation, so that they will not cause casualties due to panic and chaos." ”

"I'll get it."

Everyone answered the chorus.

When Feng Yangzi said "suppressing the situation", he did not just mean suppressing the situation near Tianchong Temple.

Today is the birthday of the Buddha, and in the entire territory of Tianchong Temple, large and small Buddhist temples will hold a vegetarian banquet, which has a wide influence.

Everyone also knew this truth, and each chose a direction and resorted to means to suppress it.

The people who eat at the same table with Feng Yangzi are at least monks in the middle stage of the merger, and in a single thought, they can cross an unknown number of thousands of miles.

Their speed of action is naturally extremely fast, and they use their magical powers while performing their escape methods.

After just a few breaths, the bodies of all mortals and ordinary monks in the territory of Tianchong Temple were frozen in place, unable to move.

The people of Tianchong Temple did not stop them.

Because of the strength to stop their Buddhist cultivation, they had turned into black mud and flew in the direction of the mountain behind Tianchong Temple.

Because in the plan of empty news, even if he is as strong as Huanglong Zhenjun, he should become a part of the black mud like his own disciples at this moment.

"Fengyangzi Daoyou ......"

After Huanglong Zhenjun suppressed Heshan, he returned to Tianchong Temple.

was about to speak, but saw Feng Yangzi looking in the direction of the mountain behind Tianchong Temple.

He followed Feng Yangzi's line of sight, and saw a huge mountain range, which suddenly flew up.

………………

"So here it is."

Lu Xuan lifted the mountain range with one hand and saw the true face of the demon.

The monster had a slug-like body, like a mountain of flesh heaped with many pieces of flesh, covered in dark green slime, and the disorganized pieces of flesh twitched and twitched, one by one, as if breathing.

Cheng Lingzhu followed Lu Xuan's side, feeling that this demon was very disgusting.

Lu Xuan also thinks so.

On the ground, there is a gel like meat jelly flowing, and the texture and color are the same as those of demons.

This is the transformation of the monks of Tianchong Temple.

Attracted by the mother, these black muds converge into small streams, converge into large rivers, and finally return to the black sea.

They became them, and eventually became Him.

Roshan trembled, and his body made waves, as if celebrating his return to his mother's body.

One by one, the flesh tendrils spread out and grew, and quickly hardened, turning into pitch-black spears that pierced Lu Xuan.

Lu Xuan looked down, his eyes sank, and these whiskers shattered and disintegrated, turning into powder.

He raised his hand to take a shot, and the earth on the ground rolled, condensing into Dao spikes, easily nailing through the monster's body.

The demon squirmed, its body contracted and squirmed, trying to twist the spikes made of earth, but these seemingly ordinary spikes were stronger than fairy gold, and they grew, forming a thorny cage to seal the monster inside.

Roshan instinctively felt the crisis, and with a burst of contraction and squirming, a slit opened in its "abdomen", squeezing out the huge fleshy ball.

The fleshy ball opened like petals, and the white core was exposed to the outside world, as if it was not adapted to its surroundings, and it shrank and shrank.

The core cracked, and out of it was a monster that no one had ever seen.

The Buddha has thirty-two phases.

One foot is as peaceful as the bottom, two feet are thousands of spokes, three hands and feet are longer than the rest, the fourth hand and foot are soft and the rest of the body, and the fifth hand and foot finger is better than the rest of the people......

Twenty-two and forty teeth are full, twenty-three teeth are white and dense and deep-rooted, twenty-four teeth are the whitest and largest, and twenty-five cheeks are like a master......

Thirty eyelashes are like a bull king, thirty-one eyebrows are like a douluo cotton, and thirty-two fleshy buns.

Now, these 32 aspects are all fused on the same individual.

This is the "true Buddha" in the eyes of Kongwen.

However, because of Lu Xuan, he was born early and failed to fully develop.

The true Buddha with the thirty-two phases stretched out his body, and there were strange laws of heaven and earth formed around him, and they spread outward, beginning to pollute everything around him.

Lu Xuan's palm glowed, and he stretched out his hand and pressed it down.

Pure white light lit up, enveloping the world.

After a few breaths, the white light dissipated, and both the true Buddha and the demon disappeared.

In the territory of Tianchong Temple, the people who participated in the Buddha's birthday banquet have also returned to normal.

Lu Xuan eliminated the source of pollution from the rule side and completely purified it.

Huanglong Zhenjun looked at the Tianchong Temple, which was missing a mountain, and his expression was stunned.

Who's making the move?

He only saw that the figure of the man was shrouded in light, and the scene around him could not be seen clearly.

He looked at Feng Yangzi, but the latter had a smile on his face and made a gesture in the direction of the mountain behind Tianchong Temple.

In connection with what Feng Yangzi said before, there is no need to worry about the source of pollution, someone has already dealt with it.

In Huanglong Zhenjun's heart, there was a guess immediately.

Obviously, the one who just made a move to kill the demons was naturally the Daoyan Sect Master Qingyangzi.

The deputy sect master Feng Yangzi can easily shake back himself in the middle of the Mahayana period, and as the true sect master of the Daoyan Sect, Qingyangzi's strength is definitely stronger.

Behind the two of them, Yuding Zhenren, Lishan Shitai and others also had the same idea in their hearts.

Daoyan Sect Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, not to be underestimated!

………………

Tianchong City, inside the inn.

Lu Xuan and Cheng Lingzhu sat opposite each other.

On the bed next to her lay a woman with a slender figure.

After Lu Xuan pulled out the back mountain, he found this person next to the demon.

He didn't know each other, but he could guess who they were.

It should be the "friend" in Chu Qian's mouth.

Fortunately, Lu Xuan went in time.

When he arrived at the scene, the woman was only unconscious, not injured.

Considering that the other party's experience last night should be quite dangerous and needed a lot of rest, he and Cheng Lingzhu did not wake each other up.

"If it is placed in the ordinary scriptures, this matter can be called ...... [Tianchong Temple True Buddha Case]."

Lu Xuan smiled slightly, and poured a cup of tea for Cheng Lingzhu and himself, "The protagonist of the story is naturally a cook, and ...... A woman. ”

"The cook who went up the mountain to steal the master bumped into a woman who sneaked into the temple in order to find her predecessors, and the two teamed up to investigate and discovered a big conspiracy in the Buddhist temple."

Cheng Lingzhu took over:

"The woman asked the cook to go down the mountain first to look for reinforcements, but she was caught by the enemy, but fortunately, the cook desperately spread the news and eliminated a disaster in time."

She thought for a moment:

"These two are the protagonists of the story, so what are we?"

Lu Xuan didn't think twice:

"We're Taoists."

"You're talking about it again, I'm serious."

Cheng Lingzhu had a strange mouth, but there was a smile in his eyes.

"If you really want to say it, we are naturally the elder of the pavilion who visited Weifu privately, and Qingtian who arrived in time...... It's just the kind that doesn't want merit. ”

Lu Xuan said with a smile.

"Then there are a lot of coincidences in this world, we just happened to come to Tianchong Temple, Chu Qian and the two of them just broke the conspiracy of empty news, and when they fled down the mountain, they just happened to meet us who came to enjoy the flowers."

Cheng Lingzhu held his cheeks.

"It's not necessarily a coincidence."

Lu Xuan turned the teacup in his hand:

"Don't forget, you are the holy daughter of the Crossing Sword Zhai, and I am also half a disciple of the Crossing Sword Zhai.

When the disciples of the Sword Zhai of the Crossing World walked the rivers and lakes, the probability of triggering various events was much higher than that of normal monks.

Even if they don't take the initiative to look for big events, big events will come to their door and happen around them.

There are some theories of karma and luck involved in this.

"It seems like this."

Cheng Lingzhu raised his face, thinking about his experience back then.

Avatar, descending the mountain, in distress, and then meeting him......

Now that he has relived a life, after entering the world and practicing, the first person he met was him.

"What do you think?"

Lu Xuan looked at Cheng Lingzhu and raised his eyebrows.

"I'm thinking about something...... The question of karma. ”

Cheng Lingzhu replied

"This is the saying of Buddhism, and it seems appropriate to talk about this issue on the territory of Tianchong Temple."

Lu Xuan nodded, thinking that she was going to talk to herself.

"I am the saint of the Sword Zhai of the world, I only believe in the sword in my hand, and I don't believe in fate."

Cheng Lingzhu said.

Lu Xuan said "um", and just wanted to say something, but Cheng Lingzhu pulled his hand over.

She took Lu Xuan's hand and looked at him, her eyes were shining:

"But now, I think, something was meant to be."

(End of chapter)