"Are you sure you're just watching?"

Zhao Lihe recalled Nie Changchuan's talisman and couldn't help but glare at him.

Nie Changchuan blinked his eyes, seemingly still unaware of how he had betrayed his teammates.

Seeing his puzzled expression, Zhao Lihe was too lazy to explain. He turned his head to look at Pu Du Ci Hang who was wailing in the artillery fire in front of him.

"How long can your Thunder Fire Pearl paralyze him?"

"Well... considering that his golden body is destroyed and his magic power is gone, he can probably hold on for half a quarter of an hour!"

"Only half a quarter of an hour?"

"What do you mean by talent?" Nie Changchuan's eyes widened as he tried to explain, "This guy is a peerless demon who has practiced for thousands of years. Even if his golden body is destroyed now, not everyone can deal with him!"

"In the entire Maoshan Sect, besides me, only my master and two uncles can fight it!"

Zhao Lihe was surprised and asked, "Is Maoshan so weak?"

Nie Changchuan: “…”

Zhao Lihe asked curiously, "Why didn't you call your master over to fight Pudu Cihang together?"

Nie Changchuan sighed and said, "Of course it's for religious reasons. Pu Du Ci Hang is a monk after all. If it involves the dispute between Buddhism and Taoism, it's not easy for a Taoist like my master to intervene. It must be done by Buddhism itself to be justified."

Zhao Lihe asked again: "What about Buddhism? Why don't you come?"

Nie Changchuan shook his head and said, "Many have come, but they were all easily dealt with by Pudu Cihang. A few days ago, I heard that the abbot of Baiyun Temple found a Buddhist disciple and is now working hard to train him, intending to eliminate Pudu Cihang within ten years."

Zhao Lihe said speechlessly: "After ten years, the daylily has become cold!"

Nie Changchuan curled his lips and said, "Who said it wasn't true? But there's nothing we can do about it. These old bald men just like to slack off..."

While chatting, the red thunder on Pudu Cihang's body gradually disappeared, and his upper body, which was covered with demon blood and had pits, was raised again under the artillery fire.

Seeing this, Zhao Lihe quickly patted Nie Changchuan on the shoulder and said, "Quick, one more shot!"

"Come again?!" Nie Zhangchuan said angrily with a pale face, "No, I've been squeezed dry!"

Zhao Lihe said disdainfully: "Is this all the magic power you have?"

Nie Changchuan twitched his lips and was about to explain when a white jade coin was handed to him.

"Try this and see if you can restore your mana quickly."

“…”

Nie Changchuan was stunned for a moment, then took the white jade coin with a suspicious look on his face.

After trying to absorb it, Nie Changchuan was refreshed and exclaimed in amazement: "Such pure spiritual energy!"

"Brother Zhao, what is this?"

"Anything else?"

"Can you give me some more?"

Nie Changchuan couldn't wait to grab Zhao Lihe's arm and looked at him expectantly.

Zhao Lihe broke free from his hand, pointed at the Pudu Cihang in front of him and said seriously: "One more shot!"

Nie Changchuan gritted his teeth and absorbed all the gray mist in the white jade coin. Then he followed the same method and rubbed out another vermilion thunder ball.

But compared with the previous one, this vermilion thunder ball was obviously smaller.

"Godly Thunder Method, all evil will be destroyed!"

"Thunder Fire Pearl, go!"

Following Nie Changchuan's loud shout, a vermilion ball of lightning flew through the air and exploded on Pu Du Ci Hang's blood-stained, bumpy shell.

Red thunder spread all over his body. Pu Du Ci Hang, who had just raised his upper body, wailed again and fell to the ground with a loud bang, crushing countless trees and rocks.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Lihe showed a satisfied smile on his face, and threw ten Gray Mist Coins to Nie Changchuan, letting him regulate his breathing on his own.

Not long after, the dying giant centipede let out a howl mixed with anger and despair, and then its head fell to the ground, and tens of thousands of scarlet limbs on both sides collapsed powerlessly, appearing to be completely silent.

“…He died already?”

Zhao Lihe looked surprised.

Out of caution, he let the soldiers continue to whip the corpse for a while.

They finally stopped firing until the demon corpses within a ten-mile radius were completely razed to the ground.

At the same time, a crack suddenly appeared on the bumpy shell on the centipede monster's head.

A centipede about two meters long with a scarlet shell, like a newborn, crawled out from it. It looked back at the huge, tattered body of the monster in the forest with extremely resentful eyes, and then made up its mind, turned around and swam in the opposite direction.

But as Zhao Lihe said, if we have offended the Buddha, how could we let it escape so easily?

When passing the official road, the two-meter-long scarlet centipede suddenly stopped moving and turned back to look at the official road.

A young monk wearing a white robe, a conical hat and a handsome face appeared there, looking at him calmly.

Logically speaking, in this situation, meeting such a young monk with extraordinary temperament, Pudu Cihang should have slipped away as soon as possible and run away.

But for some reason, he seemed to have lost his mind. He turned around with red eyes and rushed towards the little monk, as if he was going to use the little monk as his first blood meal after escaping.

Instead of running away, you came closer to me?

The little monk clasped his hands together, his expression neither happy nor sad.

"Amitabha, good, good."

"Your sins are monstrous, and you have killed countless lives. Your body is now entangled with boundless karmic fire. If you turn back now and follow me back to the temple to recite Buddhist scriptures every day, perhaps you will have a chance to reduce your sins in the future..."

“Stop talking nonsense!” Pudu Cihang’s eyes were fierce and he shouted arrogantly, “Little monk, since you say you are kind, why don’t you donate your body to me? Only in this way can you be merciful!”

"It seems that the donor is determined to persist in his mistake!"

The young monk sighed softly, then chanted the Buddha's name and raised his palm and pushed out horizontally.

"call!!"

In an instant, golden light burst out and condensed into a giant golden palm in front of the little monk.

The meaning of the Palm of Compassion was contained in it, and it swept across the area with unstoppable force, approaching the demon body of Pudu Cihang in an instant.

Golden light brushed his face, and Pudu Cihang seemed to wake up. He screamed in fear, "No, Buddha, spare my life!"

Before he finished his words, a giant golden palm swept across and smashed Pudu Cihang's head into a pulp.

The air waves rolled and spread in all directions, carrying with them Pu Du Ci Hang's last words that disappeared in the wind.

"Amitabha, why do you have to..."

The little monk sighed, clasped his hands together, chanted the Buddha's name, then stepped forward, grabbed the centipede's tail and walked towards the capital.

…

Ten minutes later, Zhao Lihe and Nie Changchuan surrounded the little monk, their eyes wandering strangely between him and the centipede corpse.

Little Monk Baiyun felt uncomfortable being stared at by them, and couldn't help asking, "Donor, is there anything wrong with me?"

Zhao Lihe looked at him steadily, then shook his head: "It's nothing, Master Baiyun, don't worry about it... By the way, you just said, what are you doing in Beijing?"

"Amitabha, of course, I will return the donor's property!"

Young monk Baiyun clasped his hands together, chanted the Buddha's name, and then took out the book "Tathagata Palm" from his bag and returned it to Zhao Lihe.

Zhao Lihe frowned and refused, "I said I would give it to you, so I gave it to you. How can I take back something I gave away?"

The young monk Baiyun shook his head and said, "The donor wanted to teach me the magical skills of Buddhism, but now that I have learned the magical skills, I will return this copy of "Tathagata Palm" to the donor, so that I will not fail to take good care of it in the future and end up with someone stealing the book and learning from it..."

It turns out that he wanted to pass the blame to me!

Zhao Lihe laughed, reached out to take the secret book, and then subconsciously took a look at it.

You don't know until you see it. When Zhao Lihe saw it, his face suddenly changed and he looked up at the young monk Baiyun.

"Master Baiyun, are you sure this is the Tathagata Palm that I gave you?"

"certainly."

Little Monk Baiyun nodded and asked nervously, "But is there anything wrong?"

Zhao Lihe looked at him deeply, shook his head and said, "Nothing is wrong, I was just dazzled and accidentally saw it wrong!"

Having said that, Zhao Lihe calmly put the copy of "Tathagata Palm" into his arms, and then, using the cover of his robe, put it into his space ring.

He really didn't expect that this trip would bring him unexpected gains!

In addition to the original martial arts part, this book "Tathagata Palm" also includes many scripture annotations and Buddhist cultivation methods. It has transformed from the previous Buddhist martial arts into a Buddhist cultivation method with a complete Taoist tradition.

There is no doubt that this should be the reward and remuneration given to him by some Buddhist leader.

Zhao Lihe felt that he had contributed a lot and had great respect for the Buddha, so he gladly accepted it.

The young monk Baiyun did not suspect anything and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Zhao Lihe accepted the magical skills.

"Amitabha, I have already returned the donor's things. I do not want to get involved in the affairs of this world, so I will take my leave now..."

"Hey, wait!"

Zhao Lihe quickly called out to the young monk Baiyun.

Not to mention that this little monk might be watched by a big shot, just the fact that he inexplicably stole the head of Pudu Cihang made Zhao Lihe unable to let him go easily.

"Don't worry!" Zhao Lihe said with a smile, "Aren't you curious about who the monster you killed was?"

Young monk Baiyun glanced at the corpse on the ground and asked tentatively, "A centipede?"

Zhao Lihe nodded, then shook his head and said, "This is the former imperial master, Pudu Cihang!"

The little monk Baiyun was shocked: "What?!"

Zhao Lihe laughed and said, "The demon body outside the city is his true body. This little centipede is the vehicle he used to escape. If you kill him, you've already joined the game. You may have to bear some consequences for him!"

“…”

The young monk Baiyun frowned and chanted the Buddha's name, "Amitabha, donor, please speak frankly."

Zhao Lihe looked at Nie Changchuan, who nodded and said with a smile, "There is a national temple in the capital, called Cihang Temple. Its predecessor was Dajue Temple, one of the famous Buddhist temples. Later, because Pudu Cihang bewitched the emperor and became the national teacher, Dajue Temple was renamed Cihang Temple and became the lair of this evildoer."

"Now Pudu Cihang has been executed, and all the evil monks in Cihang Temple have been wiped out, but this ancient temple should not be abandoned..."

Young monk Baiyun suddenly realized, "So, benefactor Nie wants to invite me to stay at Cihang Temple?"

Nie Changchuan smiled and nodded, "Yes!"

The young monk Baiyun thought for a moment and shook his head, saying, "Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Nie, but I am just a wandering monk. When it comes to eating vegetarian food, chanting Buddhist scriptures, meditating, and slaying demons, I believe I am not inferior to others. But as for being the abbot of a temple, I am sorry that I am unable to do it..."