Chapter 128 Buddha and Devil Are One
After Yun Caiwen finished speaking, Elder Xia beside her was the first to second the motion.
No one had any objection.
Not everyone can be the leader of a gang. Even if the people present are highly skilled in martial arts, they cannot guarantee that they can handle all the affairs of Xiangyang City.
Ji Yinong has obviously proved that he has this ability.
If there were no changes in Nanyang, with the support of the Yingui faction, the Yangxing Society would be able to threaten the Nanyang Gang.
This season, Yinong has been sleeping on straw and tasting gall, and it is not easy for him to protect himself in the whirlpool of martial arts.
He also delivered messages to reduce the losses of the Yingui Sect and was loyal to Queen Yin, which shows that he was capable of taking on important tasks.
Wen Caiting pondered:
"By inviting Ji Yinong to Xiangyang, wouldn't that mean we're completely abandoning Nanyang? It won't be easy to intervene in the future."
Yun Caiwen had considered this issue long ago:
"Now that the Daoist and Buddhist factions have joined forces, they are so powerful that we should avoid their attack."
"Also, I heard that the Yangxing Society is being isolated by the Nanyang faction. They are probably already suspicious of Ji Yinong's identity. If they hesitate for a moment, they will probably end up like Qian Duguan."
Wen Caiting was moved by her words and stopped answering.
Everyone focused their attention on Queen Yin.
The elders' gazes were filled with more awe than usual.
In the battle of Shayan Village, many masters from the two factions died.
In the fight between Taoism and Buddhism, seniority and relationship are secondary. If Queen Yin had not intervened, Bi Shouxuan would not have been able to escape and would have been killed by the old bald donkey.
The Queen of Yin attacked and seriously injured him, thus saving the situation.
When people thought about the horrific event of Taoism and Buddhism joining forces, they felt that the Queen Yin's flaw of hunting down the Evil King was nothing serious.
"Call Ji Yinong over."
"yes."
Yun Caiwen responded, and then heard the Queen Yin say, "That Dao Sect kid has become quite powerful, so you should be more cautious."
Yun Caiwen nodded repeatedly.
She took her leave and immediately dispatched several smart subordinates.
Nanyang is in dire straits right now and it is hard to avoid it, so she has no intention of going there in person.
Everyone in Zangqing Pavilion quickly dispersed and went to deal with the mess left behind by Qian Duguan's death.
"Why are you so uneasy?"
Queen Yin looked at her beloved disciple, the man's appearance flashed through her mind, and she frowned slightly.
Without waiting for Qianqian to speak, he asked directly, "Are you thinking about Zhou Yi?"
"No." Kanan denied it flatly.
The Queen glanced at her face and said lightly:
"His abilities and talents are both excellent, and he holds great prestige within the Daoist sect. Perhaps he could become the next number one Daoist. However, Ning Daoqi is very close to Cihang Jingzhai, and I think he has the same potential."
Fan Qinghui's successor probably wants to turn him into the next Ning Daoqi."
Kankan's face was as cold as ice: "How can Shi Feixuan succeed?"
"oh?"
The half face behind the veil is exceptionally calm:
"I think they've gotten very close. It's hard to resist the Cihang Jingzhai's methods of bewitching people. Bi Xiuxin is like that, Fan Qinghui is like that, and this generation's heir may even surpass them in terms of appearance."
Kankan couldn't help but say, "Master, that's because you don't understand him."
Queen Yin looked at her beloved disciple and was slightly silent.
"He's not Ning Daoqi. Cihang Jingzhai's methods may not work on him. He is a man of great talent and wisdom, and therefore has a kind of arrogance that is difficult to understand. His mind is also clever and difficult to understand. If Shi Feixuan had such thoughts, he would definitely notice it."
"Even if he doesn't notice, I will remind him and will never let Shi Feixuan succeed."
The Queen of Yin felt that she was very different from usual, and her brows furrowed again.
“You should remind yourself even more.”
Kankan understood what her master meant and responded obediently.
She would never disobey with words, but no one could guess what she was thinking.
"Master, what are your plans for the Coffin Palace?"
"That monk Bu Tan is currently at Longxing Temple in Shunyang, preaching some Buddhist scriptures that are unbearable to the ears of the four great monks. I'm sure the four great monks won't tolerate that."
"Now that the Great Ming Zunjiao and other sects are no longer watching, their battle will break out immediately."
The Queen's eyes were vague, and it was unknown what she was thinking about.
After a while, he said:
"Let's first put an end to the chaos in Xiangyang. I will go to Shunyang myself."
Just one day later, a passerby with ordinary appearance and clothing came to Nanyang County from Xiangyang.
At night, this man suddenly went to visit the leader of Yangxing Society.
Ji Yinong rarely saw outsiders recently, but he met this person.
The fewer words you say, the bigger the matter.
After just two sips of water, the man hurried away.
After sending the people away, Ji Yinong faced Xiangyang with admiration on his face.
He paced back and forth in the room, clapping his hands in admiration.
"So that's how it is. All of this is actually under the Saint Emperor's calculations."
"The most difficult thing to understand in the world is the human heart. The Saint Emperor is so wise that he has calculated people's hearts and predicted all the movements of the Yingui Sect."
Ji Yinong prided himself on being somewhat intelligent, but only now did he understand what it meant to be a small witch compared to a big witch.
Xiangyang City is so important, and with the Yingui Sect in charge, I wonder how much it will cost to take it.
But now.
This strategically located place has quietly changed hands.
Okay! Let Ji manage Xiangyang for the Holy Emperor.
Ji Yinong set high goals and emerged from hibernation.
That night, he defected with more than 200 elite members of the Yangxing Society.
Normally, such a major change in a powerful force in the city should have caused unrest.
But the Yangxing Society has been keeping a low profile for too long, not getting involved in any major events and having no sense of presence at all.
When the old steward of the Ji Mansion saw the host running away, he shouted "God bless you".
The next morning, after calming down the gang riot, he immediately took several important figures in the gang to the Nanyang Gang to pay a visit to the leader.
The mess of the Yangxing Society was temporarily handed over to Qiu Wenzhong.
This matter was not only not a trouble for Zhou Yi, but rather an unexpected surprise.
In this way, the matter of Xiangyang has been settled.
Xu Liuzong died on the seventh day in Xinye.
Similar to Guanjun City, Nanyang City also had large-scale personnel transfers.
Yang Zhen, Shan Xiongxin, Fan Naitang, Chen Laomou and others have been very busy these days.
Zhou Yi finally had time to go to Xiangyan Temple with the saint.
"Even with a formidable enemy at hand, you seem to be beaming with joy. Did you encounter something good recently?"
Shi Feixuan was dressed in a blue gown, and her fairy-like beauty in the bright east wind made the spring scenery pale in comparison.
She looked at Zhou Yi, a smile always on her thin red lips.
Zhou Yi made up a random sentence: "Oh, because I thought of someone."
The two walked through a corridor covered with Buddhist temple carvings.
"Who is it?"
"The wealthy young man Hou Xibai."
Shi Feixuan showed a look of understanding: "Young Master Hou mentioned this matter. He wanted to discuss painting with Brother Dao and asked me to comment."
"Yeah, that's it."
Zhou Yi pondered and said, "Please be fair when the time comes."
The Saint smiled and stared at him without blinking. "I have always been fair, but I am curious about what kind of painting you would create."
Zhou Yi remained mysterious and did not answer, just waiting for the rich young man to arrive.
Soon, they came to a meditation room.
There were many martial monks around, and Master Jiechen, the abbot of Xiangyan Temple, stepped forward and chanted a Buddhist name.
"Master, please come this way."
He was led into the house, and the wise master heard the noise and woke up from his meditation.
"Master, how is your injury?"
Master Zhihui's expression faded slightly. "I have already neutralized the power of the Heavenly Demonic Law, but for the next half month, I will need to cultivate it with Buddhist energy. I can only exert 60% of my strength."
"Master, do you mean to drag it away?"
"No."
The great monk was decisive: "The longer we delay, the greater the uncertainty. We just need to rely more on the abbot."
"You're being too kind. The Longxing Temple incident is also something that I'm deeply concerned about."
Zhou Yi said solemnly, "I promised to send out a large army to recapture Master Bu Tan, and I will not break my promise. The troops in the city are already being mobilized, and we can set off tomorrow."
"Although Master is injured, please stay with me as a deterrent."
"Once the people from the Xieji Sect take action, I will be the one to deal with them."
"Very good, very good," said Master Zhihui, clasping his hands together. "Then I'll have to trouble you, Master."
He added:
"The Buddhist disciples accompanying me are all commanded by the abbot."
Zhou Yi took the lead and responded.
The holy monk's skills were indeed profound, and he was able to resolve the Yin Queen's sneak attack in a short period of time.
Lu Miaozi was also a martial arts master. He was attacked by the Queen Yin with a surprise palm strike and was still recuperating at Pegasus Ranch thirty years later.
The reputation of the Four Great Holy Monks is not exaggerated.
Zhou Yi walked and thought all the way, and was invited by Shi Feixuan to her residence.
The third time I tasted the Saint’s tea art.
Chat with her about the follow-up of Shayan Village and the latest developments of Daming Zunjiao.
Then he talked about the recent changes in Nanyang City.
Finally, we talked about the Coffin Palace.
"Although Brother Dao's three-tenths of vitality has a restraining effect on the evil spirits, the power of several people in the Shengji Sect is very high, especially Zhou Laotan."
Her ethereal voice was filled with concern: "If you fight him, you must not be reckless."
Zhou Yi tapped the teacup lightly:
"The four great masters of the Coffin Palace are intimidating."
"If I were in danger, would Miss Qin help me?"
The Saint said as a matter of course: "Fei Xuan will stand by Brother Dao's side at the first opportunity."
After saying that, the two looked at each other briefly.
Zhou Yi had a smile on his face and his eyes were quite indifferent.
Shi Feixuan was disturbed by his temperament and looked away first. She was confused, and although her expression did not change, the red color on her thin lips seemed to be even deeper.
There is a kind of moving beauty of a goddess falling into the mortal world.
After seeing this attitude, Zhou Yi displayed a composure that the bootlickers would never be able to learn.
He drank the tea that Shi Feixuan had just poured.
He stood up and said goodbye, half jokingly: "Miss Qin, there is no need to see me off. Just focus on practicing."
She immediately understood what Zhou Yi meant by "practicing".
After all, they had talked about the little witch last time.
Shi Feixuan's cheeks flushed suddenly, and she seemed to be angry but not angry: "Brother Daoist."
Zhou Yi didn't even turn his head, but stretched out his hand and shook it gently, interrupting her from speaking.
There was a sudden sound of wind, and the white shadow disappeared into the distance.
She slowly chased a few steps to the door, her eyes wandering, and she felt an inexplicable sense of crisis in her heart.
It seemed dangerous to get closer to him.
However, Daotai Jianxin are both moving towards danger.
The speed of refining the mind is already extraordinary.
But if you often listen to Master's teachings and cultivate your mind, they will be engraved in your heart. Once you have achieved a little success, you will be able to refine your mind and then be free from worries, just observing the Way of Heaven.
There will never be any worldly thought of giving up pure cultivation and staying by the king's side forever.
This is the essence of the sword manual, there is no doubt about it.
However, after our last meeting, he returned to Cihang Jingzhai and meditated for a long time, breaking through the bottleneck in his state of mind and taking great strides in refining his mind.
If what Master said is true, we should forget about it.
But I didn't expect that not only could I not forget it, but the mark was even deeper.
He thought it was a mistake he made in his practice and felt guilty, so he didn't tell his master. This time he came to Nanyang to try to make up for it, but it seems that it was just wishful thinking.
Shi Feixuan stared at the place where the white shadow disappeared and pondered for a long time.
She was lost in thought and only heard the footsteps approaching very close to her.
Seeing several Cihang disciples running over, Shi Feixuan restrained her expression in a panic, but her fellow disciples did not notice.
"What's up?"
"The master has a letter."
When Shi Feixuan saw the letter, her expression changed slightly, and she turned around to look for Master Zhihui.
…
The next day, the sky was gloomy and smoke and dust were everywhere in the west of Nanyang City.
“Bang, bang, bang~!!”
Team after team of people marched out of the city in neat steps.
In addition to the soldiers guarding the city who are dispatched by government offices on a daily basis, there are also elite troops from various major forces in the city.
Although the soldiers of Nanyang did not have much experience in military formations.
But the most terrifying thing is that they come from various factions and are all proficient in martial arts.
There are many people who understand internal skills.
Only elite troops were sent this time, so as not to affect the normal operation of the city, and there were a total of 20,000 people.
A large group of people marched towards Shunyang in a mighty manner.
Whether they were martial artists or ordinary people, they were all talking about it.
Nanyang City and Guanjun City are fighting, and the Taoist and Buddhist families are going to attack the Coffin Palace!
This news will not only attract the attention of major forces, but also shake the world.
Ever since the Wulin Holy Land attacked the Coffin Palace, its reputation has become even worse.
Most people only dare to talk about it, but some are brave enough to join in the fun.
Shunyang City is located northwest of Nanyang and south of Guanjun, not far from either city.
From Nanyang, you can start from the west of the city without crossing the river.
Champion City can be reached in less than half a day by heading due south.
In the Nanyang army, Yang Zhen held a crescent-shaped sword and Shan Xiongxin held a horse spear. Not only were they highly skilled in martial arts, but the aura they displayed at this moment made it clear that they were fierce generals who charged into battle.
They each led an army and advanced side by side with Zhou Yi's army.
From Nanyang to Shunyang, without any baggage, it was easy for them to run two round trips without rest.
At three quarters past noon, the army had already sighted the ancient city of Shunyang.
The city is not very big, with a city wall less than three meters high. The largest and most famous place in the city is the Longxing Temple which spans the inner river.
Before the Wulin Holy Land attacked the Coffin Palace, Longxing Temple was very popular.
The Coffin Palace survived this battle.
The monks of Longxing Temple were afraid of being taken out on, so they were all scared away.
Later, the monk Bu Tan came here and used it as a temple.
Zhou Yi stopped in front of the Shunyang city gate and glanced at the city wall. More than ten experts had jumped up to check, but they saw nothing unusual.
The army coming from Nanyang easily occupied the south of the city.
At this time, a scout came to report.
"The champion's troops are already in the north of Shunyang City!"
The members of the Jukun Gang who had been in Shunyang for a few days also came to pass on the news:
"Master, the city has been full of trouble these past few days. A large number of people from the underworld have arrived. I wonder how many forces have infiltrated."
Immediately, another spy with excellent martial arts skills reported:
"The Demon Sect masters from the Coffin Palace have gone to Longxing Temple!"
Then seven or eight more scouts arrived, and the news continued to arrive.
Even though Zhou Yi had a big heart, he found it difficult to remain calm at this moment. The same was true for Yang Zhen, Shan Xiongxin and others.
When the masters of Taoism and Buddhism heard the news from the master of Coffin Palace, they were all in awe.
Everyone has heard of the evil spirit of the Xieji Sect, and some have even experienced it.
Faced with such a life-threatening thing, even the masters of the two major sects dare not be careless.
Yang Zhen rode forward and asked, "Master, what should we do?"
Master Zhihui, Shi Feixuan, Chen Changgong, Song Yinzi, Bu Chi Bu Ju and others all looked at Zhou Yi.
"There are many evil spirits in this city. There are many dangers today. Everyone should be vigilant."
Zhou Yi gave a reminder, and without saying anything else, he raised his hand:
"Set up your formation, and we're heading to Longxing Temple."
He squeezed his legs against the horse's belly, walked ahead of everyone, and was the first to cross the moat from the suspension bridge.
The army then entered the city, and the flag of Nanyang County was hung on the high wall to the south of the city.
There were still many people from the martial arts world walking around in Shunyang City. They stood at a distance and watched. When the army approached, they would move further away, always keeping their distance.
Zhou Yi looked around, taking in everything in the city.
Although there are many people with their own ulterior motives, the initiative is still in his hands.
With so many people around, even if Ning Daoqi came, he would have to give way.
The people below didn't quite understand what he was thinking. They thought there would be a bloody battle today, so their eyes and actions were full of murderous intent.
The murderous aura emanating from 20,000 warriors gathered together could scare anyone to death.
Zhou Yi naturally wouldn't reveal his true feelings.
Except for Yang Zhen, Shan Xiongxin and other people in the Buddhist community, no one knew about it.
He didn't want to fight to the death with Zhu Can.
Those people in the Coffin Palace probably don't want to either.
Otherwise, after receiving the declaration of war, he would not have led people from Guanjun City to Shunyang.
Monk Bu Tan occupied Longxing Temple, which seemed strange to others, but Zhou Yi understood a little bit of Zhou Lao Tan's thoughts.
Today, the Coffin Palace has attracted the attention of the Demonic Sect, the Buddhist Sect, and the Great Ming Sect.
If Zhou Laotan falls, these people will probably target me.
Thinking all the way, soon they were close to the center of Shunyang City.
The sky was filled with dark clouds, as if two dark clouds had collided with each other, and were then entangled by electric dragons, constantly churning.
“Boom~!”
Thunder roared, and Zhou Yi's face was illuminated by lightning.
Suddenly, a sense of crisis flashed through my heart.
He turned around suddenly, his gaze shifting away from Shi Feixuan, and looked towards the east from the north-south official road.
The continuous roofs and huge willow trees stood there quietly, without a single person in sight.
Master Zhihui remained indifferent, and Shi Feixuan followed his gaze and looked east.
She didn't see anything unusual, and seeing that Zhou Yi didn't say anything, she didn't ask.
Their attention has been drawn to the scene ahead.
A tributary of Chaoshui River passes through Shunyang, dividing the inner city into two parts. The inner river is about two meters wide. Longxing Temple is located near the deepest part of the inner river, where a tall wooden bridge is built.
Longxing Temple is just north of the bridge.
This is the largest building in the city, and it is now exposed to the public without reservation.
Because the outer walls of the courtyard had all been knocked down, the towering ancient cypresses at the gate looked a bit out of place.
In the center of the spacious altar, there is a bronze bell.
There are some ginkgo and cypress trees planted around.
Going up is the Main Hall with its stacked brackets, single-eaved hipped roof and yellow glazed tiles.
A row of incense burners is behind the bronze bell, in front of the main hall.
On weekdays, this is the time when pilgrims come in droves and the incense is burning vigorously.
Now I can't smell any sandalwood at all.
A tall and thin monk in a black robe is sitting cross-legged on a lotus seat, with a Buddha statue behind him.
The Buddha statue had its eyes gouged out and its ears cut off.
In front of the abbot, there were nearly twenty novice monks with shiny foreheads, listening to the abbot's lecture.
On the other side of the altar.
There were many strange coffins standing there, and hundreds of black-clothed masters standing silently with a sinister aura.
They showed no joy or sorrow, no color or appearance, and they blended into the environment of Longxing Temple, as if they were the real Buddhas in the temple.
“Boom! Boom! Boom!”
The footsteps that shook the ancient city were heard again, and the Champion City army, on the opposite bank, stopped in unison.
With the manpower of both sides, they only need to throw their weapons into the water and the river will be cut off in an instant.
When the Buddhists saw the big monk in the black robe, they were both angry and incredulous.
The two sides were confronting each other, and a large number of fearless martial artists came from afar to join in the fun.
"Junior brother!"
Bu Chi, one of the four great Vajras of Jingnian Zen Temple, shouted loudly.
But the monk Bu Tan was still preaching, as if he didn't hear anything.
Zhou Yi looked at the fierce man in golden armor on the other side and knew it was Zhu Can himself.
However, the army of Champion City was relatively restrained and did not get close.
After exchanging glances with Yang Zhen and Lao Dan, Zhou Yi leaped across the inland river in one step.
No matter which force he was from, they could see him walking towards the coffin forest in the altar of Longxing Temple.
Zhou Yi felt many gazes coming from all directions.
Many masters from the Taoism and Buddhism schools in Nanyang followed suit.
The people in Longxing Temple also moved, and four figures jumped down from the coffin.
The leader was dressed in a monk's robe, was short and fat, had two ghostly lights in his eyes, and had an extremely powerful aura.
When he saw Master Wisdom, the will-o'-the-wisp in his eyes flickered twice.
When he turned to Zhou Yi, ghostly fire flickered in his eyes.
Emperor Ding, You Niaojuan, and Jin Huanzhen also looked at each other and looked at the old demon at the door.
Zhou Laotan was just about to pass on a message to Zhou Yi, but he didn't expect that the two great Vajras, Buchi and Buju, could no longer tolerate it and rushed up first.
"Mr. Zhou sighed, let him go quickly!"
After hearing this, Zhou Lao sighed and smiled arrogantly, pointing at the monk Bu Tan: "When has this sect leader ever restrained him? How can we talk about letting him go or not?"
He looked at Bu Chi and Bu Ju.
"You two have profound skills and can stay in the Zen room for a long time, but your realm is too low. If you enter my coffin palace and comprehend the ultimate of martial arts, you will immediately achieve perfect merit and become a martial arts master."
"Although you two once entered Champion City to fight and kill, this Sect Master will not hold you accountable."
The emperor's zombie face showed a numb smile: "Junior brother is really generous."
You Niaojuan sneered:
"Buddhism often says that one can become a Buddha instantly, so we will give them a chance to become a demon instantly."
The wise master took a step forward:
"The last time we met, you were hiding and weren't as impressive as you are today."
The emperor's smile disappeared and his face turned cold:
"Old bald donkey, stop pretending. I heard that you were seriously injured by the old witch. It's still unknown whether you can leave this city today."
In an instant, both sides were full of momentum.
If they disagree, they will start fighting immediately.
Zhou Yi and Zhou Laotan looked at each other without saying anything.
Not being foolish and not being afraid means looking at the monk who is not greedy.
Bu Chi shouted again: "Junior brother, can't you hear me?"
Finally, the evil monk raised his head.
"Yes."
"Then why did you keep silent? Don't you know we are here to save you?"
Bu Tan did not want to listen to his questioning and waved his hand. The novice monks who were listening to the lecture seemed relieved and fled for their lives as if they had been greatly frightened.
"As soon as I open my mouth, I will persuade you to go into the coffin. I also know that your Buddhist hearts are stubborn and you will not listen to advice."
"In that case, what's the point of saying more?"
Bu Ju shook his head: "You are crazy."
"No, I'm sober."
Bu Tan put his hands together, his voice full of depth:
"Both Buddha and demon are illusions of emptiness, so Buddha is actually a demon. This is the true meaning of 'breaking through obstacles and revealing the truth' in spiritual practice. If you seek Buddha, you will be captured by Buddha and demon."
“This is not about reversing the Buddha and the devil, but about breaking the attachment to “Buddha”.”
"If you cling to the Buddha's form, you will become a demon in your heart. True enlightenment transcends all opposition; this is the unity of Buddha and demon."
Master Zhihui, Buchi and Buju were all stunned after hearing this.
The non-greedy monk in front of him suddenly showed a strange vision.
The left eye glowed with golden light, while the right eye flickered with devilish fire. Each of them had its own concrete form, representing the dual nature of the Buddhist and devilish techniques.
He seemed to really understand what he was talking about and had an understanding of breaking the rules.
"Junior brother, wake up quickly!"
The wise master did not say anything, but the foolish one could not help it.
Old Zhou sighed and took a step forward: "If you understand the truth of Brother Bu Tan, you should enter my coffin palace."
"Nonsense! The ultimate truth lies in this Zen stick!"
He was not afraid to lift the heavy staff weighing over a hundred pounds, and the nine golden rings on it made a crisp clanging sound.
Mr. Zhou sighed with disdain:
"If you can make me move even one step, I will lose to you."
The Buddha became furious upon hearing the sound, and without fear, he transformed into a furious Vajra. He raised his Zen staff, having forgotten the techniques for using it, and smashed it down on the man's head with unparalleled force.
Old Zhou sighed and stretched out his hand, and the vast true energy rushed out like a mountain torrent.
The force of the Zen stick was completely neutralized by the strong wind.
His plump five fingers easily grasped the fearless Zen staff, giving people a feeling of strolling in the garden, free and casual. It was hard to tell how profound his skills were, as if he had infinite confidence.
All the onlookers were shocked.
"How can you talk about the truth with just these petty tricks? It's an insult to the word 'truth'!"
He became angrier as he spoke. He pushed back with his right hand, causing Bu Ju to be busy dealing with the force. Then he quickly reached through his sleeve with his left hand and slapped out with a palm.
One light, one heavy, the other skillfully using force, every gesture and movement reveals the bearing of a top master.
The palm power was so fierce and murderous that it was not inferior to the dark clouds rolling in the sky like a thunder dragon!
If he is not afraid of being defeated in the instant of King Kong, he will be seriously injured.
Just as Master Wisdom was about to lend a hand, Zhou Yi had already flashed in front of Bu Jue, pressed down with one palm, and struck the center of the evil palm. He grabbed it fiercely, competing with force, and broke the evil palm.
Immediately, his hair and eyebrows danced, and his clothes fluttered wildly.
The dissipating strong wind carried evil spirits and swept around, making the masters of Buddhism and Taoism feel the horror of the palm power and evil spirits.
Therefore, Zhou Yi's back appeared even taller to them.
He was like an old pine tree, with its feet firmly planted in the violent wind, and even Lao Tan could not shake it.
Emperor Ding, Jin Huanzhen, and You Niaojuan looked at each other again, with a hint of fear in their eyes.
Sure enough, this guy is the most difficult to deal with.
Mr. Zhou sighed and narrowed his eyes: "My friend, it seems that your skills have improved."
Zhou Yi had a deadpan expression: "Same here."
"good."
Zhou Lao sighed and changed his left palm and fist. "If you have the ability to defeat me today, I am willing to go back with you, and this sect leader will no longer pay attention to you."
"Then please."
As soon as Zhou Yi finished speaking, two invisible forces collided with each other with the belief that they would win.
You Niaojuan and others retreated together.
Master Wisdom, Chen Changgong and others also gave up the battlefield one after another.
Many eyes were focused on the two people walking in circles.
Their circle grew larger and larger, and the strong wind in the middle rolled up the ginkgo leaves on the altar, making them spin wildly.
Zhou Lao sighed and reached out his hand into the strong wind, picked up two leaves, and flicked them out with a pinch of his fingers.
Zhou Yi did almost the same thing, grabbed three pieces, and shot them out quickly.
"Bang~!"
The two leaves smashed into pieces at a speed that ordinary people could not see. The third leaf was affected by the collision and its aim was deflected, flying past Zhou Laotan.
“Dang~~!!!”
The big bell in the altar shook, making a loud noise, and the juice from the leaves exploded all over the bell.
Old Zhou was suddenly surprised, with a flicker of light in his eyes, and he keenly caught a trace of true energy flowing.
"The strong wind spread towards him, which shows that my strength is stronger, but his true strength is so pure!"
How outrageous!
The purity of the true demonic energy is incomparable to ordinary innate true energy. This has always been his pride. How could it lose to the Xuanmen skills?
In an instant, Zhou Laotan's monk's robe swelled up like a sail.
As he clasped his palms together, the evil spirit in his palms created a vortex of energy with a radius of five meters.
Zhou Yi did not avoid but moved forward, his Qi wrapped around his arms, and when his toes touched the ground, the blue bricks shattered into pieces, and his whole body turned into a shadow that approached.
He curled his fingers into claws, grabbed the vortex of energy, and violently broke the force within it.
Zhou Laotan leaped forward, his palms flying together, fighting with Zhou Yi.
The two men's energy burst out and swept across the ancient cypress, and the branches that were as thick as bowls were actually broken.
Zhou Laotan's evil spirit was combined with his fists and feet. If Zhou Yi did not have the method of transforming his true energy into罡, he would have been shocked unconscious.
While dispersing the evil spirit, he probed into the center of the evil palm, and from time to time, he absorbed a wisp of mysterious true energy into his body.
He hit and grabbed at the same time, and many parts of his body were numb and painful due to the strong force of Zhou Laotan.
Zhou Lao sighed and began to doubt his life more and more as the fight went on.
What kind of magic does the old demon use!
How can the pure evil spirit be shattered again and again!
Damn it, let’s see how long you can last!
“Hey——!”
Lao Tan roared and fought with Zhou Yi all the way from the ground to the top of the main hall.
Fists and feet become shadows, true qi against true qi!
Zhou Yi flew up and struck down with a palm.
Zhou Lao sighed and raised his hands to burn the sky. When his four palms met, there was a loud bang, which shook the main hall violently. The tiles and a large part of the roof collapsed.
The onlookers were horrified, and the monk Bu Tan who was blocking the door quickly jumped away.
The two men refused to give in and fought all the way out of the main hall, knocking over the Buddha statue and breaking the hall door into four pieces.
This violent fighting style broke all the blue bricks that were stepped on into pieces.
It hit the eaves of the corridor, and a series of "boom boom" sounds were heard.
Seven or eight incense burners on the wall exploded.
Amidst the flying ashes, Zhou Yi took advantage of the situation and approached, his left palm slashing across Zhou Laotan's throat, and his right fist, with a frosty force, struck directly at his dantian.
Old Zhou sighed, not afraid of the cold air. He used the magic shield to block it and turned to avoid it. His monk robe swept across the merit box, and the copper coins in the box flew into the sky. The strong energy nailed them into the corridor pillars, and each one stood upright like a dart.
Jin Huanzhen retreated to the side of the coffin forest. She just watched at first, but gradually worry appeared in her eyes.
This old demon's methods are in no way inferior to those of the Demon Marshal.
Seeing him using his claws all the time, although the techniques were different, the power he displayed seemed to be no less than the Eighteen Soul-Returning Claws!
You Niaojuan and Emperor Ding both slowed down their breathing, ready to take action at any time.
The same is true for masters of Taoism and Buddhism.
Feeling the terrifying evil spirits flying around, such a commotion made not only Chen Changgong, Song Yinzi and others, but even Master Wisdom felt uneasy.
I was wrong
The master of Wuzhuang Abbey used all his strength and was so powerful.
Many people from Guanjun City and Nanyang City, as well as those who were brave enough to watch the show, were reluctant to blink.
"when--!"
Zhou Laotan came to the altar and kicked the bell away.
Zhou Yi stepped on the bronze bell, left a footprint, spun his body, kicked the bronze bell from the ground into the air, and smashed it towards Zhou Laotan who was running towards him.
Old Zhou sighed and pulled the clock with both hands, trying to put Zhou Yi under the clock, but Zhou Yi dodged it.
“Bang~!”
The big bell smashed down, and the broken bricks and stones turned into powder and spread in all directions, but were suppressed by the true energy and crawled close to it.
He turned around and slapped the clock with his palm. Zhou Lao sighed and pressed out two palms, and Zhou Yi hit again with his right palm.
The violent energy burst out from the inside of the bell!
There was a loud bang~!
The bronze bell exploded into pieces.
At this moment, it attracted the attention of almost everyone around, and the two powerful true energies almost made the sound of bells resound throughout half of Shunyang City~!
The eyes of many masters from Buddhism, Taoism and Demonic sects were all fixed on those two people.
At this moment, a mysterious figure rushed out from inside Longxing Temple.
In the phantom-like movement, there seemed to be two strands of frosty white hair fluttering.
As soon as this person appeared, he ran towards the monk Bu Tan.
The martial arts master who practiced both Buddhist and demonic arts was unexpectedly taken down by this person in a single blow before he could even react!
Zhou Yi and Zhou Laotan's attention were all drawn over.
The two roared in unison:
"Put him down!"
Two figures rushed towards the monk Bu Tan.
Kanan was watching a show, fascinated by the figure in white who displayed a powerful demeanor.
Unexpectedly, something unexpected happened.
In an instant, the murderous intent of the master beside her surged, and he unleashed his Heavenly Demonic Power and rushed out like lightning!
At this time, the voices of two old monks came faintly.
"Shi Zhixuan, you are here!"
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(End of this chapter)
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