Li Buzhuo looked down at the raindrops on the tip of the umbrella, and he actually took the initiative to raise a sword to fight.

Years have passed, he has faded from the memories of his old friends, but he is still remembered. Even if he remembered it because of hatred, it is a surprise for him.

It is worthy of being the arrogant demon back then. He was reborn from a real spirit and could still be found. What's wrong with fighting with this monk?

"What are you going to repay your kindness?"

Li Buzhuo looked up and smiled.

"Of course I'm sending you to the Pure Land as soon as possible!"

The monk laughed loudly, his voice shook like thunder. In an instant, the Buddha who fell under the tribute table suddenly cracked, and dust fell between the beams and rafters.

The sound waves rushed out of the small temple, spreading out waves that could be seen in the naked eye in the drizzle. The mountain fog was washed away by a clear path.

Several rags tied at the temple gate were roaring, but Li Buzhuo's hair did not float half of it. The monk's laughter was like the ghost crying and singing in the White Dragon Temple back then, and it was so heart-wrenching, but now it was useless to him.

As soon as the tip of the umbrella was swung, three raindrops sounded like three crystal clear swords.

When Li Buzhuo held the umbrella, the monk reacted. A ghost hand with a terrifying blue-black glowing in the void beside him for no reason, but holding the Buddha's seal, and reached out to block it.

With a bang, the raindrops condense into ice first, and then dissipate into flying sleet.

brush!

The entire small temple was hit by flying sloughs, and the sound of rain seemed to stagnate for a while. Then, the wind and rain came again, and for no reason, the entire small temple collapsed.

After the three sword rain was broken, it had pierced countless fine holes that were invisible to the naked eye on the temple.

"Hey, good swordsmanship, good swordsmanship!"

The monk was amazed and shook his head and said.

"No, this is not a swordsman, it's almost the Tao."

The monk still has time to talk, but Li Buzhuo thought to himself, which was a pity.

If Zhulong hadn't been lost, he wouldn't have allowed the monk to take action every day.

It’s not his sword art, he has to borrow a sword weapon to reveal it. It’s just that Zhulong was once his natal magic weapon. He lacked that sword art and had not reached its perfection. Just like the last snowflake fell, it could not crush the dead branch.

So what about this trick?

Li Buzhuo pointed to the sword, pointed to Shanyu behind him and led forward. First, the hilt of the sword was formed, and a water sword was formed out of thin air, stabbed towards the monk, pointing directly to the red seal between the monk's eyebrows.

The monk was willing to expose the sword marks on his eyebrows, and the sword marks were not where his covers were. Li Buzhuo had no hope of hurting him with this sword, just to anger him.

When he was out of his sword, he was not easy to deduce the sword, and Li Buzhuo calculated in his mind the monk's hundreds of ways to deal with it.

The monk reached out and grabbed it, but happened to be outside Li Buzhuo's calculations.

Many invisible hands pulled his clothes, limbs, and internal organs... Countless voices rang in his ears, talking about all kinds of pain, birth, old age, sickness and death, separation of love, suffering of hatred and hatred...

"It's hard, so why ask me to seek relief?" Li Buzhuo's sword energy retracted and released, and drove away the demonic thoughts around him. He became more and more interesting. The monk's move happened to jump out of his sword deduction. He fought with someone who saw through his sword dev. In this way, not only could he not help him fight against the enemy, but if he relies too much on sword dev, he would fall into the monk's trap.

The two of them tried to test each other, but there was no result. The monk sat in the collapsed temple, and suddenly covered the ground with one hand and supported the sky with the other. A phantom was suddenly stretched open by him, and the wind was howling, and the rain clouds on the top of the mountain were all dispersed by a majestic aura. In just a blink of an eye, a Buddha appeared in the world, with kind eyes and golden light, holding a golden bowl in his hand, slowly covering Li Buzhuo, the four words "Saving all living beings" on the golden bowl were filled with murderous aura, and there was blood.

The bowl was covered with the top of his head, and Li Buzhuo glanced up, and countless screams came from the bowl, and six kinds of hells appeared inside!

Copper water fills the nose, sharp blade pierces the ears, gougs the eyes, pulls the tongue, peels the skin, and digs the brain...

"What a great person to save all living beings!"

Li Buzhuo was amazed.

"Since all living beings are deceived by the six desires, I will help you and others to give up the six desires, which is much more enjoyable than Buddha saving people!" The monk's laughter came.

"But they were not willing." Li Buzhuo looked at the six kinds of hells in the bowl, and the suffering people screamed endlessly.

The monk smiled and said, "The pain in the body is also a devil. If you are not afraid of pain, it is the Bodhisattva Path. In my bowl, all sentient beings are Bodhisattvas! It is truly the Pure Land!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the bowl covered Li Buzhuo.

As soon as he entered the golden bowl, Li Buzhuo suddenly could not sense the energy of heaven and earth outside, and became like an ordinary person.

An evil ghost with rotten flesh walked towards him with a bucket of red copper water.

...

Outside the bowl, the statue of the Heavenly Demon Buddha stood on the top of the mountain, a hundred feet high. In the eyes of the pedestrians at the foot of the mountain, the top of the mountain was clear and bright, but there was no reason that the strong wind blew, and even the trees were blown away.

Ordinary people were amazed at the tongue. When some Qi Refiners saw this situation, some people thought it was a treasure that was born. They wanted to enter the mountain to find out. Before they approached the top of the mountain, they heard the sound of demons. They were frightened and hurriedly escaped and reported to the city.

On the top of the mountain, the hundred-foot Buddha held the bowl, and the monk in the ruined temple also held a small bowl on the ground.

The terrifying sound of separation of flesh and blood came from the bowl.

The monk made seals from time to time and struck them on the bowl.

This button was deducted for two days and one night.

There were already soldiers and horses gathered at the foot of the mountain. The leader of Fengtong Mansion was dressed in military uniform and looked solemn.

He formed the ape and demon collapsed the mountain, and was the master of the Dharma Realm. However, on this Tianzhu Mountain, the power of the two fighting men scattered him. I am afraid that this matter will be reported to the Heavenly Palace and ask another expert to take action.

In the ruined temple, a hole appeared in the bowl in the monk's hand.

The crackling sound was not the sound of the bowl cracking, but something made a hole in the bowl from inside the bowl!

Crack Crack Crack!

A head suddenly poked out from the golden bowl suppressed by the evil Buddhist Dharma!

The red mane and the mysterious eyes are the appearance of the mysterious silkworm!

The mysterious silkworm appeared and refused to give in. It bit off most of the bowl!

The evil Buddha raised the bowl and the Xuan Silkworm's whole body drilled out. The bowl was just bigger than the palm of the evil Buddha's hand. While swallowing the bowl, the Xuan Silkworm actually grew wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye. She chased and ate the whole bowl.

“What a big appetite!”

The monk's surprised voice came from the mouth of the evil Buddha, like a loud bell roaring!

The Xuan Silkworm Dharma Image still had to chase the evil Buddha's arm and continue to swallow it, but Li Buzhuo's heart moved.

After all, it is just a Dharma image, not a true body of a mysterious silkworm. It will not be able to really swallow the sky and the earth. Eating the monk's golden bowl of bliss containing six kinds of hells is already at its limit.

As soon as he raised his hand, the mysterious silkworm magic image suddenly condensed and turned into a long sword, with golden light all over it. It was like a Buddhist holy weapon, but the point of the sword tip exuded the aura of killing everything.
Chapter completed!