Luo Jianqing retracted the Frost Floating Sword between his eyebrows and remained motionless.
At this moment, although his cultivation level was one level lower than that of the monk, his spiritual awareness was stronger than the other party, and the other party seemed to have not noticed him. Luo Jianqing carefully observed the situation in the room on the second floor of the inn, preparing to take advantage of the opportunity.
Yunxiang was momentarily stunned by the sudden snatching of her spirit-calling banner. But after a mere blink, her eyes narrowed, her right hand curled slightly into a claw, and she whispered, "You monk, while I'm not going on a killing spree today, return my spirit-calling banner! Otherwise, I'll kill you!"
Although she said threatening words, Yunxiang was very alert.
The monk looked at the black-clad girl before him, a faint smile on his beautiful and calm face, as if enveloped by a layer of misty Buddha's light. He said, "Donor, the soul-calling banner is not a good thing, so why are you so obsessed with it?"
Yunxiang sneered: "So you're not going to return it?"
The monk shook his head gently: "Thousands of wronged souls cannot be liberated in the hands of donors. Such evil things should not exist in this world."
Yunxiang raised her chin and cursed directly, "You ungrateful bald donkey, then die!"
The next moment, a dark shadow darted forward, its claws like white bones slashing fiercely towards the young monk's neck. Yunxiang was fast, but the monk was even faster. He tiptoed off the windowsill and landed lightly inside the house, dodging the attack.
How could Yunxiang give up just like that?
The two men immediately started fighting. Yunxiang kept using her killing moves, and the monk kept retreating.
As the disciple of the Demon Lord, Yunxiang was no ordinary person. She did not use any killing moves at the beginning, but in the end she decided to destroy the body and all traces. Each claw was condensed with terrible spiritual power, and each claw rushed towards the monk's vitals.
However, what surprised Luo Jianqing was that the monk did not fight back at all and avoided all the attacks.
While dodging, the monk smiled softly and said, "Amitabha, benefactor, why are you so obsessed?"
"Donor, the Soul Summoning Banner is not suitable for a woman like you, and your claw skills are also not suitable for the Soul Summoning Banner."
"Donor, you were injured while fighting that resentment, so you are naturally no match for me now."
The monk's words were like the ethereal sound of Buddhist music, very clear and pleasant to the ear, but to Yunxiang they sounded extremely ironic.
At the final blow, Yunxiang narrowed her eyes, shouted, and suddenly rushed forward at breakneck speed. Her ferocious claw marks left a black shadow of demonic energy in the air, overwhelming the young monk. Seeing this demonic energy, the monk was also stunned. Then, without dodging, he stood still and offered the Buddhist beads on his wrist.
The round and translucent Buddhist beads were suspended in front of the monk's eyes, sparkling with golden Buddha light.
boom!
The Buddhist beads collided with the claw marks, sending Yunxiang flying backwards and slamming against the wall, spat out a mouthful of blood. She raised her head and angrily cursed, "You bald donkey, do you know who I am? You messed with me today, and tomorrow I'll have your head!"
The monk smiled faintly and said, "Donor, why threaten me? I have already guessed who you are."
Yunxiang was stunned and asked, "You... actually know who I am?"
The monk smiled gently, his eyes clear and transparent, as if filled with great wisdom. He said, "Your bone age is over thirty years old, yet you have the cultivation base of the late Golden Core stage. Among all the demon cultivators in the world, perhaps only Senior Demon Venerable could have trained such a good disciple."
Yunxiang stood up, clutching her chest, and sarcastically said, "Since you knew that, why did you still dare to hurt me? Aren't you afraid that my master will peel off your skin? No, there's no need for my master to intervene. I can just let any elder from the Demonic Dao Palace take action, and they'll cut you into pieces. Even that won't ease the hatred in my heart! Even if you kowtow to me and admit your mistake now, I will never forgive you!"
The young monk looked up at Yunxiang, his expression calm and peaceful, his smile still pure and gentle.
This look made Yunxiang stunned, and she didn't say anything sarcastic.
The monk said, "Donor, you are possessed by a demon. A mind free from greed and evil desires, free from anger and poisonous thoughts. Abandoning all wrong views is the conduct of a bodhisattva. I have never done anything wrong, so why should I admit my fault to you?"
Yunxiang was immediately annoyed: "You stole my soul-summoning banner, and you still dare to say you did nothing wrong?!"
The monk laughed and said, "The soul-calling banner is an ownerless thing. If the donor gets it, it may not be a good thing in the future."
Yunxiang was irritated by his unhurried attitude. She looked around anxiously and angrily, not knowing what to say. She turned her head and suddenly saw her own reflection in the mirror. Her eyes widened, and she quickly covered her chest and took out a piece of clothing from her ring and put it on.
Yunxiang immediately had an idea: "You have seen my body, you are breaking the law of lust!"
The monk shook his head again and bowed respectfully: "The brave man enters into a state of concentration and observes the dust of body and mind. He sees that filth and evil have arisen, like that painted vase."
As soon as these words were spoken, before Yunxiang could react, Luo Jianqing next door immediately laughed.
Luo Jianqing already had an answer as to who this monk was, but he didn't move forward to interrupt the fight. In his previous life, Luo Jianqing had heard that in Guiyuan Sect, there was a genius with the appearance of a Buddha and great wisdom. His name was Yuchen, but he had no Buddhist name. Everyone called him the Son of Buddha.
To receive such a nickname, one must have attained a certain level of profound Buddhist knowledge.
The cultivation level of this Buddhist disciple may not be very high, and he is only in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul now, but his understanding of Buddhist principles has won the admiration of Buddhist practitioners all over the world, and they respect him as a Buddhist disciple.
Just like before, Yunxiang, as a demon cultivator, didn't care about her body being seen by others like a traditional woman, so she took the opportunity to humiliate the Buddhist disciple. But the Buddhist disciple replied: "You are not in my heart. Even if I saw your body with my eyes, it is just a shell. How can it be considered as seeing it?"
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