"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south, and the poor monks are ashamed. Hearing this, a trace of guilt flashed on the face of the silent master, and he folded his hands, " Although the poor monk is the abbot of Puji Temple, but Taoist friends also know that for hundreds of years, the poor monk has practiced closed-mouth meditation, although he has served as the abbot, but he has never taken care of many things in the temple, but he has taught a few disciples and disciples in his spare time, everything is in charge of my brother Wuchen, who knows, this evil obstacle was actually confused by Miaozhi, betrayed Buddhism, if not, the poor monk would not hurry to Daxiangguo Temple, looking for the Lingmen master, but he is not much sure about controlling Puji Temple. ”

Hearing this, Su Xingxuan also remembered the matter of Wuchen's rebellion, and looked at Master Wuyin's sad expression, but he didn't say much.

At this time, there were also new changes on the field, I saw the two fighting, and no one took advantage, but the Kunlun Dao people were using swordsmanship, but the fat monk was fighting with a big mudra, from this point, it was already better than that man, and looking at the man's fear of the fat monk, it can also show that among the two, the man is still at a disadvantage.

"Amitabha, Li Daoyou, the poor monk has fought with you several times, you are not the opponent of the poor monk, although relying on the subtlety of the Kunlun secret method, you fled all the way from the hinterland of the Central Plains here, but many of your methods have basically been cracked by the poor monk, even if you resist stubbornly, it is just a dying struggle, or know each other, teach that thing, and the poor monk can also give you a chance to reincarnate. The fat monk said a Buddha name, his face was compassionate, but the words he said were not compassionate at all.

"Yuanxing, you scum of the righteous path, acting for the tiger, helping the abuse, wanting to help the people of the devil's way knock on the door of heaven, my Kunlun as a Daomen bull's ear, how can I grovel like you, now I am in the northwest, only one step away from Kunlun, when I bring that thing back to Kunlun, I will make you and other people of the devil's way not die well. The Taoist surnamed Li said righteously.

"Stubborn, the poor monk will send you to the West Heaven today, and then take that thing. Seeing the Taoist surnamed Li say this, a trace of anger flashed on the face of the round monk, and the horizontal flesh on his face shook, pinching the seal, and he saw that the pearl above his head was shining brightly, and then he ran the true yuan at great speed, and cast the lotus seal of the Great Sun, only to see that the white light released by the pearl instantly turned into a red light, turned into a red lotus, wrapped the pearl, and smashed it towards the Taoist surnamed Li.

The Taoist surnamed Li and Na Yuan have fought several times, and he is naturally no stranger to the pearl in his hand, but he did not dare to slack off when he saw this, his expression was solemn, and the broad sword in his hand danced quickly.

The light of the Dao is vertical and horizontal, blocking under the pearl, only to see the blood-colored lotus flower swallowing and rising, the petals are closed, blocking the sword light, the round eyes flashed a trace of fierceness, but a pair of fat hands pulled on the body, then tore off the apricot-yellow robe, stretched out his hand and shook it, the robe suddenly rolled into a ball, like a steel whip, fell from the sky, and whipped towards the Taoist surnamed Li.

Seeing this, the Taoist surnamed Li kept the sword technique in his hand, only to see the light splitting and turning into shadows, and the sword qi turned into a heavy sword net, at the same time, he pinched the seal in his hand, stretched out his hand to wipe it on his chest, and saw the gossip mirror flying up out of thin air, and then reached out to pat it on the deerskin pocket on his waist, and saw the eight yellow talismans like a tired bird returning to the nest, heading towards the gossip mirror, the Taoist surnamed Li held the sword in one hand, drew the talisman in the other, and shouted, "Heaven and earth are infinite, Qiankun borrows the law, wind, fire, thunder, lightning and ice, gossip and demons!"

I saw that the gossip mirror was shaking according to the Qiankun, and the momentum of Xun Gong shot out a pillar of light, which happened to fall on the eight yellow runes, only to see that the eight yellow runes were irradiated by the mirror light, but they turned into eight swords, one was light, one was heavy, one was lingering, one was bursting, one was invisible, one was swift, one was majestic, one was entangled, and each of the eight swords had a not weak Dao power, and killed the past towards the circle and Shang.

In this regard, Yuanhe is not yet dodging, silently reciting the scriptures, only to see the three-grade white lotus under his feet slipping and turning, but it is the birth of the lotus law, will protect his body, but the robe in his hand is shaking even more, like a dragon out of the sea, in the eight swords and heavy sword light rising uncertainly, every swing, can scatter a lot of sword light around it, although for a while and a half can not see anything, but with the eyesight of Su Xingxuan and Master Wuyin, it can be seen that the cultivation of this round monk is still above this Taoist surnamed Li, after a long time, the Taoist surnamed Li is bound to lose。

Especially, as the roundness said, the two have not fought once or twice, so they know each other's means very well, among them, the Taoist surnamed Li has wanted to make strange moves several times, breaking the roundness and getting out, but the roundness seems to have been expected, no matter how the Taoist surnamed Li makes strange moves, he has all the controls, and he almost broke through several times, but he was still pressed back by the roundness.

Seeing this, Su Xingxuan didn't plan to look at it anymore, turned his head to look at Master Wuyin and said, "Master, if nothing else, this Kunlun disciple is about to be defeated, and we have been watching it for so long, we can't really see him hurt in front of us, if this spreads, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you and me to face Kunlun colleagues in the future." ”

In fact, without waiting for Su Xingxuan to say, Master Wuyin didn't plan to stand by and watch, after all, looking at the appearance of the Taoist surnamed Li, he was almost desperate, and immediately said, "What the Taoist friend said is very true, since this monk is the magic weapon of my Puji Temple, then this matter is inseparable from my Puji Temple, it is better to hand over this evil obstacle to the poor monk." ”

"The master said this, the poor road will be happy to be idle, I think the poor road has only seen the master repair the pagoda, the resentment of the spirit, today to see the master cast spells to subdue the devil, it is also the honor of the poor road. Saying that, Su Xingxuan made a gesture of please.

Master Wuyin nodded when he heard this, bowed to Su Xingxuan with his hands folded, and then turned to look at the two people fighting in the field, but he made a move slowly, and the bamboo cane in his hand came out of his hand, but it turned into a one-horned frog in mid-air and roared towards the round monk, seeing this scene, Su Xingxuan glanced at Master Wuyin in surprise, he didn't expect Master Wuyin to have such a hand, others may think that the frog is just an ordinary thing, but Su Xingxuan can see that it is clearly a spirit snake turned into a Jiao, and it is the top secret method of Buddhism。

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