Yan Chixia brandished his sword in all directions, but he seemed to be holding back in order to avoid getting the sticky saliva on his tongue on himself.
If it weren't for the extraordinary skills of those extraordinary heroes, he alone would have been defeated long ago.
'Master Daoyuan, I wonder what happened. Could it be that the old monster has other tricks up his sleeve? I can't worry about that now!'
"You fiend, you need to be arrogant. Watch me subdue you!"
As he spoke, he bit his finger and drew a Tai Chi symbol on his palm.
"Heaven and earth are boundless, and the universe lends its power! Watch as I shatter your physical form first!"
Yan Chixia's hands emitted light, as if his aura had changed in an instant.
This also interrupted Daoyuan's attention.
"Such powerful magic!"
Daoyuan had never known whose magic power Qiankun Borrowed after watching the movie, but he understood it now.
Because he caught a glimpse of a fleeting, illusory image.
The object of this request is Taiyi Tianzun.
Suddenly, a burst of light appeared, and several beams of light shot towards the ancient tree.
Daoyuan suddenly woke up with a start.
"No!"
His body was like golden glass, and his feet moved like a raging storm. In an instant, the old monk flashed to the ancient tree, plowing a small path through the soil.
"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"
The power of heaven and earth struck Daoyuan's body, sending him flying back seven or eight steps before he could stand still, a trace of golden blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
This turn of events was truly unexpected; no one could have imagined such a scene.
Everyone was stunned.
Not only that, but they also seemed quite surprised, and even the giant tongue and numerous vines that had been waving arrogantly just now stopped moving.
The old monk wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand, and then slowly put his hands together in his signature gesture.
"Namo Amitabha! The Taiyi Mantra is indeed powerful. If this old monk had not cultivated the Dragon-Elephant Vajra Body for many years, I would have suffered a serious injury!"
In Daoyuan's mouth, the wound on his tongue, which he had forcibly bitten open, had now closed and was slowly healing with the help of Buddhist energy. It would disappear in a few hours at most.
"Master Daoyuan, what are you doing?"
"Old monk, what are you up to?"
Yan Chixia's shocked voice and the tree demon's androgynous voice, tinged with astonishment, rang out almost simultaneously.
Zhao Gang and the others all looked at this highly respected Buddhist monk.
At this moment, everyone tacitly refrained from making a move.
Yan Chixia and the Reincarnator acted out of curiosity and trust, while the Tree Demon Granny acted out of curiosity and apprehension after witnessing Yan Chixia's methods and the old monk's indestructible body.
But Daoyuan closed his eyes, as if he was thinking about something.
A moment later, the situation became tense, with both sides on the verge of losing their tempers.
The old monk slowly turned around, facing the original body of the tree demon, which was the ancient tree.
"When I have nothing to do, I observe all living beings; there are three thousand forms in three thousand different beings! The sea of suffering is boundless. Tree benefactor, have you attained enlightenment?"
The words were spoken very softly; if those present hadn't been extraordinary individuals, they probably wouldn't have been able to hear them.
After saying this, Daoyuan made no move.
"Benefactor Yan, and fellow young friends, let's call it a day!"
Just as Yan Chixia was about to speak, Daoyuan gently shook his head at him.
The Buddha said, "It cannot be spoken."
Despite their reluctance, the reincarnators chose to believe in Daoyuan. Yan Chixia, feeling that he couldn't deal with the tree demon alone and being genuinely curious about Daoyuan, also reluctantly gave up.
Strangely, the tree spirit did not make another move until everyone left.
There might have been some apprehension involved, but the real reason was something even Grandma herself couldn't understand.
Although its true form has separated from the ancient tree's shell, it can still empathize with the shell.
When that old monk was looking at the body, wasn't he also looking at the tree demon?
That look seemed to be directed at her, yet also at something else, which made Grandma feel uneasy.
...
On the way back, Zhao Gang and one of his teammates carried Xiao You, while Yan Chixia carried Ning Caichen, who was already terrified.
"Hmph, you found a demon before you even saw a ghost, scholar, do you believe it now!"
Ning Caichen stammered and didn't say anything.
Daoyuan walked alone at the front, his expression unfocused, as if he had something on his mind.
"I've never seen the master like this before. What happened just now that made him behave so strangely?"
"I don't know... I can't figure it out either. If Master and Hero Yan had joined forces just now, they could have at least dealt the tree demon a few serious blows."
Everyone heard the murmurs behind them.
A smile crept into Daoyuan's heart.
'That's the effect I wanted; that old monster must be in about the same condition!'
Half an hour later, in the courtyard of Lanruo Temple, everyone gathered in a circle, and Xiao You had almost recovered.
"Gentlemen, I have no intention of protecting demons. It is just that the mysteries of fate in this world are too strange."
Yan Chixia's heart stirred; he practiced both Buddhism and Taoism, and something came to mind.
"Master Daoyuan, could it be that you have cultivated one of the supernatural powers of Buddhism, the 'power of knowing past lives'?"
"Amitabha Buddha, the arising and ceasing of phenomena are due to cause and effect!"
The old monk uttered a statement that neither confirmed nor denied, but which only made people more convinced that this was the truth.
What is the secret to Daoyuan's ability to impersonate a high-ranking monk?
It means to be a "true" high monk.
It's actually self-hypnosis; when he's playing the role of a high monk, he even deceives himself, according to his own words.
"This is an essential skill for every severe case of chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) sufferer."
At this moment, even when he had just blocked several spells for the ancient tree, he had deeply immersed himself in the role of an enlightened monk who wanted to convert a demon with a predestined connection.
Some people say that if you wear a mask for a long time, you will forget what you originally look like. In fact, Daoyuan feels that he is starting to move in that direction as well.
For example, he no longer eats meat; he genuinely doesn't want to eat it anymore, and he eats vegetarian food in private.
As darkness fell, for some reason, Ning Caichen still didn't leave Lanruo Temple, and just stared blankly at the painting in his room.
On the other side, just as Dao Yuan had expected, the Tree Demon Granny was indeed feeling irritable.
The old monk's eyes kept flashing before my eyes.
"Grandma~ How about I make you two more live ones tonight, to help you recover and regulate your qi?"
Xiaoqing leaned closer to ingratiate herself.
The things I usually love most now inexplicably make me even more irritable.
"roll!"
Grandma slapped Xiaoqing hard across the face, sending him flying.
Nie Xiaoqian sneered at Xiaoqing and quietly left.
...
In the distance outside Lanruo Temple, a large, sinister army carried a palanquin and a sign, while exaggeratedly painted paper figures played suonas and drums in unison.
The first eight red-flowered sedan chairs were empty, while the second eight open-air palanquins carried a person with a cold and gloomy face whose features were obscured.
This person wore a black robe, and one could vaguely see his face shifting between constantly appearing and disappearing images, exuding an eerie aura.
The Tree Demon Granny suddenly stood up from her seat.
"A ghost wedding! The Black Mountain Demon is here early?"
Daoyuan and Yan Chixia also sensed the different aura; the intense chill caused the temperature to plummet, which was quite frightening.
Daoyuan was even more furious inside.
"Holy crap! Amitabha! This powerful demon is coming!"
...
However, there's one thing everyone guessed wrong.
At this moment, the one sitting on the eight-tiered palanquin was not the Black Mountain Demon, or rather, not the real Black Mountain Demon.
Wu You trimmed her black nails, which were sharp as cones.
Let's vent our anger for Jasmine first.
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