The white-faced man put down his wine glass, stepped forward and whispered, "Brother Chongguang, do you know that there are demons in the town who are doing evil. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Yang Chongguang didn't move, only frowned slightly, and said, "I've never heard of this. ”

"This Master of the Ten Directions is here to subdue demons and eliminate demons. The white-faced man pointed at the monk and said.

The monk and the man surnamed Guan sat at the table next to him, and when he heard the voice of the white-faced man, the monk got up and put his palms together and made a Buddhist salute, "Amitabha, the poor monk Shifang, has seen the donor." ”

"The master is polite, this seat Yang Chongguang, temporarily walking with Liu Dongzhu. Yang Chongguang smiled, picked up the wine glass and saluted the monk of the ten directions.

At midnight, everyone in the inn was resting. On the streets outside, patrolling villagers with torches passed by from time to time. The big man surnamed Guan opened his eyes in the room, and when he walked out of the room, he saw at a glance that in the lobby downstairs, the monk of the Ten Directions was sitting at the door, turning the Buddhist beads and chanting scriptures.

Walking downstairs, the man surnamed Guan found a piece of bluestone and sat at the door of the inn to sharpen his big knife.

The night wind was howling, and suddenly, the Buddha bead in the hand of the monk of the ten directions shattered, and then, the door of the inn suddenly exploded, and a figure appeared at the door.

"Who's coming?"

The man surnamed Guan drank violently, the cold light suddenly rose, and the sound of a dragon's chant came out from the Qinglong Yanyue Knife, and he slashed towards the person at the door with lightning speed.

However, the fierce knife stopped on the two delicate and crystalline fingers, the two fingers clamped the blade, and then the two fingers shook, the big knife was bounced away, and the man surnamed Guan flew out upside down and hit a wall in the lobby of the inn.

The huge movement alarmed the entire inn, the lights sounded one by one, and countless voices quickly approached.

The monk of the ten directions sang a Buddha horn, and then opened his eyes and looked at the person who came, "You are here." ”

"You're here, so, I'm here. Under the light of the lights, the person who came clearly appeared in the eyes of the man surnamed Guan. The other party is also a monk, dressed in a snow-white monk's robe, with a handsome face, red lips and white teeth, and clear and compassionate eyes.

"Senior brother, please come back with me. ”

"I can't go back. The white-clothed monk said lightly.

"Senior brother, you have entered the demon barrier, and if you don't wake up suddenly, sooner or later you will fall into that infernal hell and turn into the demon of that side. "The monks of the ten directions are majestic, and the monks' robes move violently without wind.

"Amitabha, color is emptiness and emptiness is color, Buddha is me, I am Buddha, Buddha is also a demon, I am also a demon. The white-clothed monk said with his palms together and the monk said.

The man surnamed Guan got up from the collapsed wall, looked at the white-clothed monk in shock, and then asked the monk of the Ten Directions: "Master, could it be that he is the evil demon in the town." ”

The monk of the Ten Directions closed his eyes and silently recited the Buddha's name, apparently acquiescing.

"Unexpectedly, the so-called demon turned out to be a handsome little monk. A voice suddenly sounded, and then Yang Chongguang's figure appeared in the lobby of the inn, sitting at a table in front of the man surnamed Guan, Shi Shiran picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea. The kettle water was already cold, but the tea poured out was steaming.

The white-clothed monk turned his gaze to Yang Chongguang, "Amitabha, I don't know who Your Excellency is." ”

The hem of the white-clothed monk's still monk's robe fluctuated, and in the previous conversation with the monk of the ten directions, his qi had suppressed the monk of the ten directions in a few words, but Yang Chongguang's silent appearance made him feel a trace of solemnity.

"Amitabha, this is such a villain who has been overlooked in this temple, and I also ask Taoist friends not to interfere and let the poor monks deal with it. Monk Shifang said.

Yang Chongguang took a leisurely sip of tea, then looked at the monk of Shifang and smiled slightly and said, "Master, please, this seat is just a passing by." ”

The white-clothed monk's eyes were still staring at Yang Chongguang, the sleeves of his robe were violently agitated, and a terrifying coercion rose rapidly like a huge tide to envelop the audience.

The ground trembled slightly, fine cracks sprung up rapidly, and everyone around them let out a cry of pain, clutching their heads and wailing and rolling.

The man surnamed Guan condensed his aura around him, and shouted at the white monk: "Demon monk, suffer death!"

Immediately flew out, and the Qinglong Yanyue Knife turned into a cold sword light, and a dragon roared in the sky.

The white-clothed monk stood still, just flipped his palms together with one hand, and the magnificent and pure divine golden light gushed out and turned into a big golden hand.

Boom!

The sword light shattered, and then he saw the Qinglong Yanyue knife slashing into the golden hand, and the face of the man surnamed Guan changed for a while.

The white-clothed monk snorted, and suddenly the void rippled and drummed, and the man surnamed Guan was bounced away by the shock.

"Second brother. There was an exclamation from upstairs, and the white-faced man hurriedly jumped downstairs to help the man surnamed Guan.

The golden light around the white-clothed monk flashed, and the Sanskrit Buddha sang in bursts, and the faces of the people in the inn gradually showed strange smiles, and the breath was disappearing rapidly.

Ask for life!

The figure of the monk of the ten directions appeared in front of the white monk in a flash, chanting the scriptures aloud, and the Sanskrit Buddhist chanting of the white-clothed monk gradually became disordered, and then disappeared.

"Senior brother, your opponent is me, and today, I will take you back. ”

The monk of the Ten Directions was also surrounded by brilliant golden light, and a mighty and sacred coercion burst out; I saw him slowly close his palms together, chanting a Buddha name, and a Buddha Dharma image appeared in the golden light behind him.

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south. ”

The Buddha turned into a golden giant palm and slapped it towards the white-clothed monk, and the terrifying pressure caused the golden light around the white-clothed monk's body to shatter inch by inch, and in an instant, the golden giant palm covered the top of the white-clothed monk's head and pressed down heavily.

The monk of the Ten Directions put away the Dharma Phase, and there was no trace of the ground empty. At this time, Yang Chongguang suddenly looked outside the inn with a moving expression.

"Senior brother, I haven't seen you for many days, your skills have risen, no wonder the temple will let you come out. Outside the inn, the voice of the white-clothed monk seemed to come from all directions.

The monk of Shifang walked out of the inn, and the village warriors who heard the sound gathered outside, and they asked one after another when they saw him.

"Master, what's going on?"

"Isn't that demon already found?"

“......”

The light under the feet of the monks of the ten directions gave birth to a ray of light, and slowly rose and flew into the air, when a vicious wind blew, and the moonlight suddenly disappeared, and then everyone found that the sky was already full of dark clouds at some point.

"Senior brother, the sea of bitterness is boundless, and it is the shore to turn back. ”

"Senior brother, I have crossed the sea of suffering, and I have now attained the Arhat Fruit Rank. ”

Hearing this, the monk of the ten directions raised his eyes in shock and looked ahead. I saw the dark clouds rolling and spinning, countless divine rays of light appeared in the sky, the Buddha sang Sanskrit, and all kinds of wonderful visions of the golden lotus lamp emerged, and the white-clothed monk appeared in the center of these visions.

Yang Chongguang stood below and watched this scene, and said secretly: Things seem to be getting more and more interesting.

The pupils in his eyes quietly turned golden, and under the magic of the golden crow's eyes, he had already seen the truth of the white-clothed monk.

The man surnamed Guan and the caravan Liu Dongzhu walked out of the inn at this time, and they were all shocked when they saw the vision of the white-clothed monk in the air. Liu Dongzhu sighed with emotion: "With such a vision, that white-clothed master is afraid that he has already entered the flow of immortals, and I don't know if the master of the ten directions can defeat him." ”

The man surnamed Guan held the Qinglong Yanyue Knife in his hand, and his eyes stared at the white-clothed monk and said, "No matter how sacred this vision is, it can't hide that it has fallen into the devil's path. ”