"Wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha has left it in his heart. If the world learns from me, it will be like entering the devil's way......"

Immediately afterwards, a little monk in a white monk's robe, with clear eyebrows, with a red face and bamboo canes and shoes, staggered and walked towards everyone.

"It's ......"

Mao Jiu and other Jianghu guests were dumbfounded, how could they meet some strange young people today, the strangeness of this day is far more thrilling than their past ten years.

Master!

Maybe others can't notice anything, but Wang Qingyuan's spiritual power is so keen, he can see at a glance that this young monk, who is no more than two years older than him, is definitely a cultivator.

At this moment, he is holding the hilt of the knife, and the sharp qi is already brewing, but looking at this little monk, his eyes are full of flaws, but these flaws are gathered together, and he has a great crisis in the dark.

Wang Qingyuan's gaze changed, he looked at the chamber, and the cold demonic aura receded like a tide.

"Don't go, come and drink with the little monk. ”

Abruptly, without the slightest warning, the little monk made a move, still drunk, but this shot, there was a huge and solemn aura rising up, accompanied by bursts of Sanskrit singing, such as in the depths of everyone's hearts.

The golden Buddha light is like a brilliant sun, vaguely shining on the West Tianling Mountain, in front of the Great Lei Yin Temple, a King Kong angry eyes, stretching out a big hand, in an instant like a universe in the hand, the cover falls down.

"Vajra Palm!"

In the void, the voice of the demon clan sounded, mixed with anger, and even more hoarse with horror.

Rumble!

There was a loud bang, the ground shook, this time it was not an illusion, but a real power presentation, the wind swept away, Wang Qingyuan also retreated, his mental power was sharp, through the dust and smoke, he saw an amazing scene.

Originally, where the wing room was located, there was only a ruin left, leaving a palm print that was seven or eight zhang large, and even a clear, thick palm print could be seen.

The power of a palm, majestic as a sting!

"Buddhism Gate Vajra Palm! Sumeru Temple Dharma!"

Wang Qingyuan's eyes flashed, this is a disciple of Buddhism!

When the dust and smoke dissipated, like a black-robed young man, his pupils contracted, his face was full of shock, he didn't see the cold arrogance before, but his eyes were hot, and he stared at the little monk who looked calm and light, extremely casual.

Jiuligang, Hufu.

The cold and demonic aura collapsed, and the peaceful Buddha light also disappeared, but the air was no longer cold on a winter night, but a warm wind was blowing, which made people's hearts clear, as if they wanted to forget all earthly distractions.

Buddhist inheritance!

This is a bit shocking, 10,000 years ago, the Lingshan Buddha passed down the legal system, Sumeru Temple was born, and many Buddhist magic powers began to spread.

Lingshan Buddha shocked the world, Buddhism branches and leaves, as far as the four countries, the law system has reached a peak now, and can be included in the list of Buddhism, are at least peerless supernatural powers, many of the top exercises, but also directly pointed to the Yuan Shen Dao, and even set foot in the supreme realm of feathering immortals.

"This is the Demon Clan?"

At this time, several Jianghu guests saw that in the ravine of the palm print, a middle-aged man had bent muscles and flesh, angry eyes, and was dressed in light clothes, if it were not for a cold demonic aura, it looked no different from ordinary humans, the only difference was that he coughed up blood, the blood was dark black, and it was gray-blue cold.

"What a drunkard monk Mingtong! I hid from you for 300 miles, but I was still overtaken. ”

The middle-aged man of the demon clan gritted his teeth, and soon showed a hideous smile, he coughed up blood, and was seriously injured, but he didn't care, and said: "The saints of my demon clan will eventually return, the bald donkeys of the Buddhist sect, you will be the first to be swept away, and the Buddhism in this world should be damned! No one can stop the rise of the demon clan!"

The little monk was slightly drunk, and he didn't care, but his eyes lit up a little, and he muttered: "The old monk doesn't let the little monk drink, won't the Buddha be stained with mortal dust? ”

Wang Qingyuan's eyes flashed with a strange look, this little Buddhist monk is really bold, even the Buddha dares to joke, with such an apprentice, I am afraid that this master will not have a day of wishful thinking.

The old man of the Hu family couldn't cry or laugh, and as for a few Jianghu guests, they also had strange faces and slandered their stomachs, this is a disciple of Buddhism?

It seemed that he also noticed that the atmosphere was wrong, the little monk coughed dryly, his eyes were fixed, and he looked a little solemn, such as Wang Qingyuan, he couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth.

"A demon soldier, too, is not ashamed, go to the Buddha wine gourd to repent. ”

The little monk shouted, he took off the bright yellow wine gourd with one hand, and the mouth of the gourd was aligned, and the demon man's expression suddenly changed greatly, but then, an irresistible force imprisoned him entirely.

Wang Qingyuan showed a look of surprise, the scene in front of him was a little beyond his imagination, this demon clan man seemed to be pulled and suspended by an invisible force, and he could see his twisted and hideous face struggling hard.

Burst!

The clothes were torn, and in an instant, the body of the demon man began to change, his arms turned into slender fins like fish, and his legs were brought together, becoming a pitch-black fish tail with a length of black scales, which were cast like molten iron.

"A fish turned into a demon?"

Mao Jiu's eyes widened, and several Jianghu guests also widened their eyes, for a small person like them, even demon beasts have not seen it a few times, let alone the real demon clan.

"It's not a fish! it's the Kunyu clan of the demon clan!"

The black-robed young man said in a deep voice, his eyes flickered, I see, no wonder this demon has such a cold vitality.

"It seems that this race has been mentioned in the "Tao Jing", "Wang Qingyuan also frowned, his spiritual power was running, and the forty-nine volumes of the "Tao Jing" he had read in the past were vivid, "The Kunyu clan is the bloodline descendants of the demon emperor Kunpeng, and for tens of thousands of years, there have been many supreme demon kings, and they can barely be regarded as the top demon clan." ”

As soon as he thought of this, Wang Qingyuan was a little surprised, the Kunyu clan has produced strong people in the past generations, and the clan is scarce, once he becomes an adult, even if he does not practice the exercises, he can independently fit the heaven and earth, open up the dantian, and nurture his own vitality, but in his opinion, this demon has some unworthy of the name.

Looking at the little monk again, Wang Qingyuan had some guesses, most likely not because the demon soldiers of the Kunyu clan were not strong, but because they had been injured before, so they needed to use the so-called Tianyin Qi of this Hufu child to repair the injured body, and take this opportunity to make another breakthrough, and go further.

From this point of view, he took advantage of it, otherwise if this demon was in his heyday, even if he comprehended the true meaning of the Yang Seeking Finger, he might not be able to make a contribution with one blow.

A kunyu can be five feet long, with a long beard like two steel whips, a large mouth and deep teeth, but now it is a little embarrassed, dark black blood gurgling from its mouth.

"Close!"

The little monk reprimanded again, and the kun became smaller and smaller, and in a moment there was only the size of a palm, and after half a breath, only the size of a peanut was left, and it looked like it was about to be taken in by the wine gourd.

"Lost middle brother, fluent in the coming year, this kunyu, how about the little monk let me?"

Without the slightest warning, a voice sounded, and at the same time, a dark purple sword light was bright, like a swimming snake, flickering in the void, and the peanut-sized kun was pierced and disappeared immediately.

"Dare to snatch food in the monk's mouth, Buddha, I will cross your grandma!"

The little monk of Mingtong looked at the empty wine gourd, and couldn't help but be furious, his face was flushed and dissipated in an instant, and his eyes opened, like a green lamp lit on the spiritual mountain, and the next moment, a flower in front of everyone's eyes, the little monk disappeared.

Thundered!

There seemed to be thunder rolling, flying sand and stones, the entire Hu Mansion seemed to be in the center of the storm, Wang Qingyuan stood on his heels, and his spiritual power was released, but he quickly retracted to the three feet around his body, because at this moment there were two light sources in the outside world, and it seemed that two boiling furnaces were shaking in the void, and that kind of scorching heat could almost melt gold and iron, even if his spiritual power entered the second weight of "Time Knife", it was more condensed than before, and he could not get close.

Only by eyesight!

The spiritual power gathered his eyes, Wang Qingyuan could barely see through the wind and sand in front of him, and saw that on the roof not far away, the little monk Yuebai monk's clothes were lightly raised, and the treasure was solemn in the moonlight, as if he had attained the Tao, and a faint layer of gold floated on his body.

At this moment, he raised his palm, his knuckles became crystalline, he palmed the sky, as if the four directions of heaven and earth were in his hand, his palm was like a whirlpool, and the surrounding air collapsed in the middle, and then pressed it forward with a palm.

Moonlight, roof, the little monk's palm seems to be wrapped in the whole heaven and earth pressed down, such a power can see Wang Qingyuan's heart agitated, if the original Jinguang Zhenren and the Big Dipper Seven Killing Sword battle is like a god in the conquest, then the confrontation in front of him is the pinnacle of the world, although Wang Qingyuan still feels small, but can see some of the reality clearly, this shock is more soaked in the soul.

At this time, on the roof opposite the little monk, there sat a Taoist with soft eyebrows and eyes, a yellow complexion, and a sickly look, he held a dark purple four-foot long sword in one hand, and a purple-black gourd in one hand, and he flicked his thumb, the mouth of the gourd opened, and the kunyu fell into it, he shook it twice, his face was full of joy, and he shook his head and said: "The little monk wants to thank me, the rules and precepts are in my heart, and the sin of drinking wine and eating meat is not as good as me to bear." ”

Recite!

As he spoke, the long sword in the Taoist's hand shook, and the sword was like thunder and slashing through the sky, and the sword light was like a lightning bolt in the dark night, illuminating the prosperity of the world in an instant.

There was a loud bang, accompanied by a burst of blazing light, Wang Qingyuan could no longer see it, only felt that two terrifying vitality were colliding, the edges of the sword were intertwined, the Sanskrit chant bursts, and the shadow of the Buddha was hidden.

When the wind and sand settled, there was no longer a figure of the two of them, only thunder rolling in the distance, and farther away, there was no trace anymore.

The whole Jiuligang was alarmed, the villagers carefully opened the corner of the window, some naughty children scrambled to peek out, some saw nothing, some were shocked, they were excited, stretched out their hands to gesture, as if the figure flying in the air like the wind was their own.

Hu Mansion.

Mao Jiu and a few Jianghu guests left quickly, and several people were ashamed, and when they left, they looked at each other, and decided to rot all the experiences of today in their stomachs, and no one said anything.

The black-robed young man returned to his arrogance, but when he left, he glanced at Wang Qingyuan deeply, and stopped talking, and finally chose to leave alone.