As soon as the first ray of warm light was sprinkled on the light frost, Li Bing had already woken up, rubbed his sleepy eyes, touched a ball of fluffy meat next to the pillow, picked up the kitten-like beast with both hands, put him on the other side of the bed, and tucked the quilt for him.

He quickly packed his clothes with his hands and feet, and just went out when he was startled by a figure—Rimai was already leaning against the door, waiting for him calmly, without making a sound.

"Woke up so early?"

It is said that after the turmoil of Young Master Guo yesterday, the Pure Land Sect originally didn't want to make a big deal out of it, but seeing that Duanmu Jing had cultivated the evil art left behind by the "Comet Extinction", the abbot of Puding did not have absolute confidence that he could win.

If you hide it again, I am afraid that in the end, not only will the reputation of Xiangji Temple not be protected, but it will also cause a bigger wave.

After the meeting ended, two major events occurred:

First, Xiangji Temple immediately dismissed all the pilgrims in the good hall, and none of them remained.

Even Ma Xuewen was sent away, but it happened to fulfill his wish.

Second, the good characters of Huayan Temple and the ordinary monks of Xiangji Temple personally went to other temples in Chang'an to ask for help.

There are 400 temples inside and outside Chang'an, and if you count the nun temple, there are more, I am afraid that there are more than 500. However, ordinary monks can't help, they have to be Buddhist monks, and this matter doesn't need to be known to everyone, so in the end they only found some powerful temples and privately said that they knew with the abbot.

Needless to say, the other seven temples in the eight temples of Fanchuan are Xingjiao Temple, Huayan Temple, Xingguo Temple, Niutou Temple, Yunqi Temple, Zenjing Temple, and Hongfu Temple. Falling around the Xiangji Temple, even if you don't want to know, you already know.

The remaining ones who were invited were the abbots and heads of the most respected temples in Chang'an, such as the "Great Compassion and Grace Temple" of the "Faxiangzong", the "Daxingshan Temple" and "Qinglong Temple" of the "Shingon Sect", the "Guoqing Temple" and "Lotus Temple" of the "Lotus Sect" of the "Lotus Sect", the "Xitaiyuan Temple" of the "Vinaya Sect", the "Great Mercy and Grace Temple" of the "Faxiangzong", the "Rulai Tibetan Temple" of the "Nirvana Sect", and so on.

Unexpectedly, all the temple abbots heard that Duanmu Jing had practiced the evil art of "comet", and all immediately agreed.

When Li Bingshun and Xiancheng went to Ximing Temple to deliver a letter, even the first senior monk of Ximing Temple, "Master Qingyan", who has always been steady, became solemn, "After learning the art of coma, it is not only a matter of the Pure Land Sect, but a matter of the entire Buddhism." ”

I don't know what kind of grudge this comet has caused, even after death, the people in Buddhism are afraid of it.

Moreover, Han Buddhism is divided into "Hinayana Buddha" and "Mahayana Buddha".

Theravada Buddhism is an early sect of Buddhism, also known as tribal Buddhism, with the purpose of self-improvement and liberation, firmly believing that people cannot become Buddhas, but can only cultivate Arhats at most, and pursue self-transcendence.

Mahayana Buddhism, on the other hand, takes "purifying all sentient beings" as its practice tenet and attaining Buddhahood as its highest practice goal.

Theravada Buddhism flourished in the Han Dynasty for a while, and during the period from the two Jin Dynasty to the Northern and Southern Dynasties, the small Buddha gradually declined, and the Mahayana Buddha became the mainstream. Of the original 100 Hinayana Buddhist sects, only five remained in the early Tang Dynasty:

Kusha Sect, Chengshi Sect, Non-Precept Sect, Bodhisattva Sect, Mingtan Sect;

The teachings of Mahayana Buddhism have been continuously improved over the years, and according to the proposition, they are roughly divided into ten major sects and more than 30 minor sects.

This division is not based on the strength of the sect or the number of temples, but on the Buddhist rites, and the ten major sects already have a perfect doctrine system.

Lotus Buddhism, Three Treatises, Pure Land Buddhism;

Faxiang Sect, Huayan Sect, Shingon Sect;

Nirvana, Earthly Treatise, Vinaya, Zen;

Some of the 30 small sects are in the stage of theoretical exploration, such as the Regency Sect, some have a perfect system, but they are not clear enough, and are between certain schools of the Ten Great Sects, such as Pure Zen Buddhism, and some of the theories of the Ten Great Sects are extensions of the Ten Great Sects, such as the Qingniu Sect, and some of the teachings have evolved into multiple different schools, such as the Buddha Heart Sect.

, the most well-known temple in Chang'an, is almost already among the invitees.

Even if Buddhism does not lie, Xiangji Temple also deliberately suppressed the news, and this news became more and more bizarre in other Buddhist temples - it was rumored that the Xiangji Temple's dedicated wooden fish was snatched away; it was rumored that Rongjiao wanted to wash Xiangji Temple in blood; and even more so, there were rumors of "comet" resurrection, which is really a three-person tiger.

After gossiping, Li Bing and Rimai also rushed to the white jade archway of Xiangji Temple.

The courtyard of the temple is spotlessly cleaned, and at a glance, the purple-red-brown robes are connected together, and they are arranged in two rows at the entrance of the gatehouse.

The purple-red robe is only available to the abbot of the big temple, the eminent monks and the abbot of the small temple use brown red, and the other monks use red, dark brown and earth yellow according to their qualifications. Today is strange, except for Master Qingyan of Ximing Temple wearing the yellow imperial gift of the "Three Treasure Robes", the main entrance is not even visible red, and all the low-level disciples are only lined up on both sides.

The three hundred monks, with solemn expressions and majestic ranks, did not look like they were going to compete in martial arts, but as if they were going to be reviewed. This scene is really rare.

Li Bing and the two quietly walked to the side of the main entrance and stood with Xiancheng and Buxiang.

Before he could say hello, a strong wind howled, and the bushes in the flowerbed at the door were blown and trembled, and the accumulated dead leaves were swept into the air, flying up and down.

It's still Duanmujing's old style, before people arrive, the yin wind comes first.

A cadre of monks had already known that Duanmu Jing had the "Great Yan Yin Wind" in his hand, and they were not surprised.

The yin wind just became more rapid again, and a brown-clothed monk in his thirties snorted coldly: "Carving insect skills." ”

Speaking was the abbot of the ancient Guanyin Zen temple of Zen Buddhism, which is not prevalent in Chang'an, and it is the only Zen temple invited.

I saw that this person's hands first became a meditation seal, and then his left hand was drawn down, turning into a Dharma seal, and his right hand became an orchid finger, pinching and applying the fearless seal, and his mouth was full of words:

"Qualitative Aga, Akaratana, all distracting thoughts, stopping all roots, evil and bad laws, the four yin winds, fixed!"

The branches of the trees in the courtyard trembled violently, and in an instant they returned to their positions and became stationary, and the stumps and leaves that had been swept up in the air also fell one after another, and spread scattered on the courtyard.

It's just a trick, and the yin wind stops, which is several times more powerful than the previous techniques of Pu Nian and others.

As soon as the wind stopped, the murmuring in the air began again.

At first, it was just a rustling from a distance, but after a while, the sound gradually got closer, and it became more noisy, and thin clouds gathered from all directions, converging on the top of the courtyard of Xiangji Temple.

"I'm coming!" The abbot of the Tanying Temple of the Three Treatises Sect took a slight step, his eyes slightly closed, and he silently recited the mantra in his mouth:

"Neither bego nor perish, neither constant nor continuous, neither one nor the other, neither come nor come out. ”

After saying that, he waved his right hand, and said: "The Buddha's light comes to the west, shining all over the world!"

A golden light flashed in the air, and the clouds that had just gathered dissipated in an instant, and the sky returned to tranquility.

But in less than a moment, the light gradually withered, and the whispering was mixed with the sound of crying, there were children, women and children, and old people, the cries overlapped, and the clouds regathered and became thicker.

The muscles of the abbot of Tanying Temple stiffened, his brows were twisted, his hands were knotted in front of his chest, he opened and closed widely, his sleeves waved, and he said sharply:

"The light of the Buddha comes to the west, shining all over the world!"

A stronger golden light flashed through the sky, fiercely piercing through the clouds overhead, opening a hole half a foot wide, leaking out a little sunlight, but it was engulfed in an instant.

The dark clouds had accumulated heavier and heavier, and had condensed into a deep black, with occasional pale white ghosts flashing among them. The two muffled sounds in the air were like thunder, the clouds seemed to turn into rain clouds, and the courtyard gradually became suffocated, and even Li Bing felt a little breathless.

The abbot of Tanying Temple obviously couldn't help this cloud, and the abbot of Wuliang Temple, who is also a Pure Land Sect, took a step: "I'll give it a try!"

He was holding the golden bowl, and was just about to recite the magic formula, when a sudden thunder above his head caught him off guard, and his body trembled.

Two drops of rain fell on his golden bowl, and the abbot of Wuliang Temple stopped the Buddhist magic in his hand and looked at it carefully.

A drop of rain fell on Li Bing's cheek, he reached out and touched it, and when he touched it at his fingertips, it was actually a black mass, like ink, slightly sticky strange rain. He wanted to rub it on his clothes, but the rain seeped into his skin, making Li Bing feel a chill in his heart.

This cold is not external, it seems to originate in the sea of dantian qi, and with the true qi, it spreads everywhere in the body, and after entering the mind, it seems that even the consciousness is going to freeze.

He was slightly stunned, shivered all over his body before he came to his senses, and then looked up, and the pouring rain poured down, drenching all his clothes in an instant.

"Tom!tom!" Two sounds, not far away, two disciples in earthy yellow monk robes fell to the ground, and looking at the skin again, it had turned black and purple. "It's the rain of corpses! It's the rain of corpses! Under the red clothes, all go to the temple to take refuge!" Master Puding of Xiangji Temple shouted loudly, and a group of junior monks hurriedly evacuated to Xiangji Temple, and people still kept falling.

The only Qing character generation of Ximing Temple, "Master Qingyan", frowned, and said in his heart: The Taoist 'Dayan Yin Feng' was actually used by one of his Buddhist disciples, and the embankment of Duanmujing was deepened at the moment.

He didn't dare to hide his smuggling, so he untied the yellow "Golden Thread Three Treasure Robes" given by him with one hand, and threw it into the air casually.

"Ahh

He whispered that it was Manjushri's five-character mantra that eliminated sins and obstacles and freed them from all afflictions.

The golden robe came out and turned into a ten-zhang wide robe hanging in the sky, rising and falling with the wind, like a huge wave, covering the sky and the sun.

The black rain fell on the robe, disappeared in an instant, and turned into mist, finally fighting for some opportunity for the junior disciples to escape.

As soon as the Three Treasures Robe was sacrificed here, a golden light flashed out on the other side.

"Cangyun Treasure Building!"

It was the abbot of the Nirvana Sect "Rulai Tibetan Temple", and with a wave of his hand, a large yellow silk umbrella flew into the air.

This thing is called a canopy, or canopy, in Buddhism. It resembles a hexagonal umbrella, mostly with golden or lake blue satin as the base, embroidered with thousand-character scriptures, and placed on the top of the Buddha's head.

The Cangyun Treasure Tower flew above the clouds, stood towards the sun, and gradually rotated.

If the abbot of the Tibetan Temple comes to pinch a lotus seal with both hands, the treasure will turn faster and faster.

"Close!"

The clouds seemed to have been dug into a small opening, and a wisp of black gas was like a small trickle drawn from a large lake, and it was gradually swallowed like a treasure cover.

The trickle gradually turned into a stream, and since it became a big river, the waves were monstrous in an instant, like a river returning to the sea, and the clouds of a lake were swallowed up for most of it.

The evil spirits in the clouds had no shelter and flew around, and many evil ghosts turned their heads downward and pounced fiercely on everyone.

Puding, the abbot of Xiangji Temple, from the moment Master Qingyan performed the "Three Treasures Robe", his eyes were slightly closed, his hands were folded, and he recited the scriptures silently in his mouth. No matter how the sky changes, it won't stop for half a minute.

Although the clouds have not yet been exhausted, the Cangyun Treasure Tower seems to have reached its limit. If the abbot of the Tibetan Temple received the treasure, he saw that the yin qi on all sides slowly gathered again, and all the previous efforts seemed to be in vain.

Abbot Puding suddenly opened his eyes, stretched his arms forward, palms down, gradually raised, clasped his hands above his head, stretched out his index finger and little finger, and fell back to his chest.

"I look at the power of the earth, and the Ganges sand is inexhaustible;

Seeing and hearing the gift of a thought, the benefits are immeasurable.

If you can return to the Dharma realm in this way, after all, becoming a Buddha is beyond life and death.

Therefore, Guanyin should know and tell the land of Hengsha. ”

This is the verse in the "Dizang Sutra", Chaodu has always been the housekeeping ability of the Pure Land Sect, as the abbot of Xiangji Temple, Puding is even more proficient in this way.

As soon as he finished speaking, a vast light appeared on the ground of the courtyard, which gradually rose and enveloped all the monks.

Occasionally, ghosts and ghosts rushed in, and in an instant, they were engulfed in golden light, turned into dust, and dissipated into the world.

Seeing this, some of the clever ghosts turned around in a hurry, but the golden light rose higher and higher, forcing all the ghosts to flee in all directions.

There were no ghosts in the air, and the murmuring and weeping had ceased, but the golden light continued until it touched the dark cloud overhead.

The pitch-black clouds were still a little resistant at first, but Master Puding pushed his hands up, and the golden light became more abundant, and the dark clouds seemed to be dried by the blazing golden light, turning into a cloud of mist, and finally dissolving into nothing.

Above the courtyard of Xiangji Temple, everything returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

"Duanmu donor, since you are here, why hide your head and show your tail again. ”

Pu Ding pointed with one hand, and a black gas appeared in the distance, but it dissipated in an instant, and a person hid behind the black qi, raised his head slightly, looked at the three hundred monks in the distance, and smiled lightly.

He has a strong figure, dressed in a sackcloth and military uniform, wearing arm guards and leg guards.

Big eyes, inverted eight eyebrows, high cheekbones, and miserable white lips have the taste of King Kong's angry arhats.

This person is Duanmu Jing, and he hung the Dayan Yin Feng in his hand on his waist: "Smile! It's been so long since I found it, it seems that your skills are not very good." ”

He glanced at all the monks from left to right, and smiled evilly: I didn't know that the incense in Xiangji Temple was already so vigorous, dozens of red-clothed abbots, you really look up to me. ”

"Ghost monk, is the sworn enemy of the righteous path of Buddhism, since you have fallen into the devil, it is difficult to turn back, I can only imprison you forever, in order to eliminate the evil law and maintain the right path of Buddhism!"

Listening to Master Puding's words, Li Bing didn't know what the ghost monk was. It sounds like he has a great grudge against all the sects of Buddhism.

Seeing Li Bing's confusion, Buxiang beside him said in a low voice: "The ghost monk is a cultist in Buddhism, claiming to be the messenger of Abi Hell, which is diametrically opposed to the teachings of other sects. Buddhism is regarded as a mortal enemy, according to legend, the Han Dynasty has been exterminated by the ghost snake, but later there are still monks from time to time to go to the extreme, alone to participate in the ghost snake, Buddhism called it into the devil.

Xiangji Temple's former 'comet' is one of them. ”

Li Bing nodded, and now he finally understood why dozens of temples would unite, and it turned out that they had met doctrinal opponents.

Duanmu Jing looked at Puding's serious face, and only smiled: "If you want to keep me, I'm afraid you are not capable enough." With that, he reached behind his back and took out a prayer flag.

On the crimson leather background, the pattern of "Rulai Preaching" is painted, the color is beautiful, the brushwork is exquisite, the gold and silver borders, and the jewelry is embellished - it is the Tibetan Tibetan human skin thangka.

The back of the colorful pattern is staggered and sewn together, and there are nine hideous faces, each of which is a human skin.

This magic weapon, called the "Nine-Headed Ghost Face Sail", is a taboo vessel left by the Tibetan cult "Comet Bon" that was exterminated by the Tibetan "Tantra" in the previous dynasties.

Duanmu Jing took out the "Nine-headed Ghost Face Sail", waved it at will, and said loudly:

"Zele brown, Mara Ruoyi Tumo. "It's not an official pronunciation, but it's Sanskrit.

He held the ghost sail high above his head, and the face on the human skin thangka seemed to come to life, with his mouth open, his face hideous, as if he was suffocating for the last time, and his gaze was sluggish, staring at the sky.

"Ten unjust souls, follow my wishes. Come on!"

This time there were no clouds, and Li Bing vaguely saw several ghosts floating from a distance, looming. can look at the monks in the courtyard again, each of them is like a great enemy.

He was surprised in his heart, just a few little ghosts, three hundred monks, why is this?

Xiancheng took out the "Indefinite Law Ring" from his cuffs and put on a posture, but when he saw Li Bing standing beside him with a blank face, he pinched a magic trick and put it in the heart of Li Bing's eyebrows.

"Wow!" Li Bing trembled, and goosebumps all over his body knotted one by one.

The sky is overwhelming, like a locust plague passing through, and thousands or even tens of thousands of ghosts and ghosts in the sky are accumulating from all directions.

Ordinary people's eyes can't see most dirty things, and when they see occasionally, they become ghosts. If Li Bingruo did not show sincerity to help, he was in danger but did not know it.

Even the abbot of Xiangji Temple had never seen so many powerful ghosts. No matter how high Duanmu Jing's magic cultivation is, his use of the two magic weapons in his hand can not only be regarded as perfect, but also the pinnacle.

The ghost was born with a yin aura, and although it had not yet flown over the Xiangji Temple, the temperature in the courtyard had cooled down, and the moisture in the air condensed into hoarfrost on the ground, turning into a transparent ice surface.

The most vicious ghosts were the first to fly closer. The first Dharma of Xiangji Temple stepped on the roof of the main hall.

"Sword of Relief, get up!"

A red-hilted long sword came out of his back from his back, raised his right hand high, grabbed the hilt of the sword, and slashed in the air, cutting the first powerful ghost in two.

Among the Buddhist gates, there are only a few people who use swords, but it is special.

The monks of Dabao Temple on this side had just moved, and a strong man on the other side jumped into the middle of the courtyard.

"Green Cow Lying on the Ground"

He held a bull-headed wooden pestle in both hands, and swung it violently for a week, sweeping away the fierce ghosts that pounced - it was the senior monk of the Qingniu Temple of the Qingniu Sect.

"Heavenly ghosts, by my command!

Duanmu Jing changed his moves, constantly waving the ghost face sail in his hand, the monk had just surpassed a ghost, and ten more were surrounded on all sides, endlessly, endlessly.

The three hundred monks each used their housekeeping skills to fight with this unjust ghost.

The monk who is not fragrant took out his stupid mallet and smashed it at the head of the ghost.

Li Bing took out the Tao sword, and he didn't know if his sword moves were useful, a one-day star fight, a sword flower, and two ghosts were really useful!

Rimai is even more powerful, with a bronze stick in his hand, no number of ghosts can get close.

These three people are all a faction that has done their best to subdue ghosts, and they are safe from danger, but in the face of so many ghosts, they seem to be a little stretched.

What is more useful has to belong to the internal strength school.

With a trick, the arm of the one-person-high half-section of the "Vajrapani Bodhisattva" appeared behind the monk, and he slapped it with one palm, suppressing more than ten unjust souls in front of him on the ground, and instantly exceeded.

As soon as a sentence of the law started, the monk's whole body burst out of golden light, and four golden light arms were born behind him, each holding five pestles, sharp swords, Faso, and green beads, attacking from all sides. This was originally a golden statue of eighteen hands "lifting Guanyin", this monk has not yet learned to the fullest, and can only summon four arms.

A trick starts, a green dragon flies out of his hand and hovers in the sky, which is the unique skill of "Qinglong Temple".

The senior monks of the Internal Strength School finally suppressed these ghost soldiers, but after a long time, the internal strength was depleted, and it gradually showed fatigue.

The most effective is to defeat the enemy faction with magic weapons.

"Scattered flowers!"

The canopaas are the lights. The Scattered Flower Tree is a candlestick, a triangular seat, and a lotus flower at the top. The abbot of the Lotus Temple of the Lotus Sect of the Lotus Sect had just urged, and a blue flame suddenly ignited on the top of the originally dry lotus.

With a wave of his hand, a halo of light flew out of the wick, and the ghost had just approached, and his body was stained with green lotus flames, burning it all away, and he would not die.

The abbot urged the Dharma, and the flames passed from one ghost to another, one to ten, ten to hundred, and half of the sky was reflected in blue.

This scattered flower is not a loss of the "supreme treasure of Buddhism" that is more powerful than the concentrating wooden fish, once it is urged, the situation is instantly stabilized.

Xiancheng's palms were placed on his chest, palms facing each other, an inch apart, and the indefinite ring hung between his palms, constantly trembling.

"Om, Ma, Ni, Horn, Mi, Mi, Huh. The future is uncertain!Go!"

He threw his arms outward, and the uncertain magic ring gave birth to a void in the sky, piercing through the body of the fierce ghost and shattering it.

An octagonal golden wheel slowly flew out of the old monk's hand, and it was the retired abbot of the Hongfu Temple of the Nirvana Sect.

The golden wheel slowly spun up, drawing a folded line in the air, striking one ghost after another, and each time a ghost was exceeded, it became an inch larger, endlessly.

As one magic weapon after another joined the battle, the scene was gradually controlled by the three hundred monks.

Duanmu Jing didn't seem to be in a hurry, smiled slightly, held the nine-headed ghost face sail with both hands, and said loudly:

"Heavenly Heroic Spirits, Sacrifice for Sacrifice! Ghost Disciple Duanmu Jing, Respectfully Invite the Three Realms Karma Ghosts to Descend!

The first human head on the ghost-faced sail, its mouth wide open, sucked countless unjust ghosts into its mouth.

"Not good!" The first seat of the Dharma Hall of Ximing Temple exclaimed, it turned out that Duanmu Jing had never thought that he could hurt three hundred monks by relying on these unjust ghosts.

These ghosts are nothing more than sacrifices he uses to summon "karmic ghosts"!

The first human head on the ghost-faced sail was almost crazy and sucked the ghosts of the sky.

Suddenly, the man's head shut up violently, and his cheeks were swollen.

"Respectfully, please green face industry ghost!"

Duanmu Jing drew a pattern on the front of the ghost face sail with his index finger, and slapped his palm on the sail, and the human skin flew out of the nine-headed ghost face sail and stopped in mid-air.

The thin human skin head had turned into a head, and his mouth opened again, spitting out a cloud of mist. The clouds condensed below the neck, gradually evolving into a human body, and the human face gradually deformed.

Blue-faced fangs, red hair and long ears. He has blue skin, rough but extremely robust.

When the whole body became a substance, the eyes on the head also came to life, and two green flames were born under his feet, standing in the air.

After the green-faced karmic ghost shook his hands together, and then separated, the blue light flashed, and a spear appeared in his hand.

Even with Li Bing and Rimai, the three hundred monks were speechless by the scene in front of them, and many of them saw the real body of the karmic ghost for the first time!

A powerful infernal yin qi enveloped the entire courtyard, and the air was cold for three minutes, and everyone could feel the threat of this karmic ghost.

Without waiting for the ghost of the green noodle industry to be powerful, Duanmu Jing did not stop, and continued to wave the ghost face sail in his hand.

Nine heads go to one, and there are eight left. The second human skin opened his mouth again, frantically absorbing the yin qi of the unjust ghosts, just like before.

But how could these three hundred monks let him get his wish!

The first seat of the Dharma Hall of Dabao Temple took the first step out, tiptoe to the ground, jumped out three or two steps in a row, and in an instant it had arrived in front of Duanmu Jing, and the "Sword of Relief" in his hand was suddenly slashed, wanting to cut off the ghost face sail.

Duanmu Jing didn't expect this person's body technique to be so fast, so he stopped his spell, avoided the ghost face sail with one hand, and turned his other arm into a palm to hit the face door of the first seat of the Dharma Hall.

"Smack!"

The two palmed each other in the air, and each other was shaken apart.

The first seat of the Dharma Hall landed and took a step back to stabilize his figure.

Duanmu Jing took four steps back in a row, and stuck the sail of the ghost face sail on the ground before he could barely stand firmly, and in terms of foreign kung fu, the two were too far apart.

Before he could react, Li Bing followed closely and chased after him, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands and holding it high above his head.

Li Bing had already concluded that Duanmu Jing was a scourge, although he was reluctant, but he had already started to kill, and the sword was raised high, and he slashed down heavily, and only one knife could end this dispute.

"Wow~!"

A spark rubbed out from the blade of Taojian, a heavy sword was in front of Li Bing, and a thin body blocked in front of Duanmu Jing, his whole body exuded black qi, and his eyes were blank.

Li Bing didn't have time to see his face clearly.

"Whew!Whew!"

Three swords stabbed in a row, one sword faster than the other. Li Bing changed his moves again and again, but he could only barely dodge, knowing that the Sword of Liberation was attacking again, he had a chance to see that weak body clearly-it was not Young Master Guo of Lantian County, but who it was.

This is this meeting, Li Bing always feels that this Young Master Guo is different from the last time, but he can't tell what is wrong.

The Sword Master of Liberation stood beside Li Bing, looked at Duanmu Jing, and said coldly: "Master Puding said that you practiced the 'Soul Alchemy', but he didn't want you to even learn the 'Sacrifice Mantra'. ”

After speaking, he stared at Young Master Guo and said, "Your Highness, be careful, that person is no longer Master Guo." He sacrificed his body and was occupied by the 'Cloud Choking Sword Soul', and now he is just a killing tool that only obeys Duanmu Jing's orders!"

Duanmu Jing was seen through the origin of the move, and smiled at Li Bing: "It's a pity that he is not strong, otherwise after taking your sword just now, those three swords will not let you dodge." ”

He said as he pulled out a turquoise glass thin-waisted bottle from his cuff.

This is his jade mirror vase, there are three in total, which are light green, turquoise, and dark blue.

The turquoise bottle was originally the "Cloud Choking Sword Soul" he had refined, but now it was empty.

Duanmu Jing pulled out the stopper of the turquoise bottle, although the Sword Master of Liberation didn't know what it was, but he knew that he couldn't let Duanmu Jing come to Hu, and raising his hand was a sword.

The sword soul reacted extremely quickly, and with a swing of the heavy sword, he blocked in front of him, and the two of them fought each other in close combat.

Li Bing got this gap, and his luck was all true, and he made a move to the moon and pointed directly at Duanmu Jing's wrist.

"Uh~!"

As soon as Duanmu Jing finished reciting the formula, he was stabbed in the wrist by this sword, and the jade bottle fell, slammed into the cold ground, and shattered into pieces.

He glanced at the debris on the ground and looked at Li Bing, extremely angry.

But Li Bing couldn't pay attention to this, and watched as a gray aura floated out of the shattered bottle, rising bigger and bigger, and gradually turning into a ghost, revealing half of his body.

The head of the Dharma Hall, who was fighting fiercely with the Sword Soul of the Clouds, only glanced at the ghost, and exclaimed incredibly: "Little Uncle?"

The whole ghost is Duanmu Jing's mentor, the little uncle of all the disciples of the abbot of Xiangji Temple, Master Zhengsu.

"It's just the beginning!"

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I stayed up until two o'clock, and the chapter was finally finished. Originally, I wrote a lot of things about the Buddhist school, and then deleted them all, on the one hand, it is not a thesis, there is no need to "explain the big truth", and there is no need to do popular science. Second, I'm not a professional, so it's better to stop on point.

This chapter is titled in chapter style, what do you think?

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