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Chapter 327: The High Monk and the Magician, How Long Do You Want to Watch the Show? (First Update!)

"Namo Amitabha!"

Following this ethereal and pleasant Buddhist chant, the gray-robed old monk slowly walked into the entrance of Sima's carriage and horse pavilion.

The moonlight is bright!

The mottled shadows of the bamboos in the bamboo forest swayed and mottled, making the old monk's temperament even more tranquil and solemn.

The old monk's gaze swept across the corpses lying on the ground, and his eyes revealed deep compassion.

He chanted softly again: "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Mahasattva!"

The sound of the Buddha's name was like a spring breeze, which actually brought a little comfort to the hearts of everyone present.

Shen Qian stared at the old monk, trying to get a glimpse of his cultivation level, but it was like facing an ordinary person, unable to see through him.

The old monk's temperament is too strange to be regarded as an ordinary person.

Another master!
Xu Yuexi looked at the old monk's attire, thinking deeply.

The lame old man's mind was concentrated. He always felt that the gray-robed old monk looked familiar in his memory, but it was difficult for him to recall the specific memory.

Xu Jiangxian stared at the old monk, his brows gradually relaxed, and a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth:

"I didn't expect that I would meet so many old friends here when I came to Bianjing."

"Master, I haven't seen you for many years. Hope you are well!"

His tone was like that of old friends reuniting, full of intimacy and emotion.

How many people in the world can be called "Master" by the magician Xu Jiangxian?

Upon hearing this, the lame old man's eyes involuntarily fell on the old monk's gray clothes and cloth shoes.

In an instant!
He remembered the identity of the old monk as if he had been electrocuted.

Master Lianchi from the Southern Buddhist Kingdom!
The twelfth patriarch of the Eastern Sheng Sect of Buddhism, named Xiao Nai, with the courtesy name Fohui and the pseudonym Lianchi, was a peerless monk famous throughout the world!

Born into a high-caste Brahmin family in the land of Buddha, he received instruction at the age of seventeen and was renowned for his learning and wisdom.

Influenced by Buddhism, he set his heart on the Pure Land.

At the age of 22, he followed the secular rites and married and started a family. However, three years later, he resolutely gave up the secular world and became a monk in Zhaoqing Temple, where he received full ordination from the abbot of the temple.

He practiced the Samadhi of Buddha Recitation with great concentration and taught people from far and near. Monks gathered here and the place became a monastery.

He understood the eight sufferings of life, strictly observed the eight precepts of Buddhism, and inherited the highest secret scriptures of Buddhism, "The Three Sutras of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva", "The Yi Jin Jing" and "The Divine Power of the Vajra Indestructible Body", and his achievements were comparable to those of nature.

While traveling around the world, he created "Vajra Zen Tathagata Jade Hand".

This skill is extremely powerful and masculine, and can be said to be unique in the world.

Back then, he had fought a shocking battle with the magician Xu Jiangxian in the north. The two were evenly matched and it was difficult to tell who was the winner.

Afterwards, he went into Ze Lake alone and drove away the demons. From then on, he became famous and feared by the world!

People all over the world compiled a book of the strongest people of the time, except for that teacher from the academy who was truly invincible and was not included in this book.

It does not involve the court of the four countries. There is a sentence:
"Four gentlemen, two Taoists, one demon, and one monk!"

One of the demons is Xu Jiangxian, the magic master of Changshengtian, and the other monk is Master Lianchi of the Southern Buddhist Kingdom.

These people have surpassed the nine realms of martial arts and cultivated their spirits to an extremely high level. They are truly the world's great masters.

The lame old man Shen Qi was shocked.

The Demon Master and Master Lianchi actually sneaked into Bian Jing.

Shen's hip felt numb. In this small carriage pavilion, there gathered two world-famous grand masters.

These people are not easy to meet.

What a shit luck he had today! He didn’t dare to move now, for fear of implicated innocent people and being caught in a dilemma.

This matter is all to blame on Xie Guan. If it weren’t for him, how could this happen?

There was a glimmer of light in Xu Yuexi's eyes.

She knew that Master Lianchi was a person who could compete with the magician Xu Jiangxian, and his appearance might bring a glimmer of hope to her and her daughter in their desperate situation.

The old monk walked up to the crowd step by step.

His steps were steady, as if every step was stepping on everyone's heartstrings.

Xu Yuexi, her daughter and the three guards involuntarily approached the old monk. They felt the compassion and peace emanating from the old monk, and an inexplicable sense of security surged in their hearts.

Behind the magician was Zhu Ziqian, and behind him were the lame old man and Shen Xun.

The two groups of people are "clearly divided"!
There is an appearance of confrontation.

The old monk said, "Amitabha, I didn't expect that you had disappeared for so many years. I thought you were cultivating in the northern ice fields. I didn't expect that we would meet again in Bianjing today."

Master Lianchi slowly raised his head. There seemed to be a piece of golden glass in his eyes, crystal clear and translucent, containing the thought of saving all sentient beings.

The original eerie feeling in the parking lot was swept away, replaced by tranquility and peace.

Xu Jiangxian's eyes became more and more vicissitudes of life, as if containing the artistic conception of the withering of all things, making people feel an indescribable heaviness and depression.

The auras of the two people attracted each other, as if forming an invisible confrontation. Even the falling bamboo leaves were suspended in the air, motionless.

The people around were enveloped by this powerful aura and were unable to move, as if they were stuck in a quagmire.

Zhu Ziqian's eyes became more and more fiery. He longed to obtain this kind of power. He believed that as long as he possessed this kind of power, he would have all the power and fame in the world, and women would come to him one after another and kneel at his feet.

The lame old man knew very well how powerful the grand masters were. He had seen how powerful his master was. These two people were as famous as his master.

Fortunately, he originally had the strength of the ninth rank and could still barely resist.

however!
Shen Qian's condition is not very good, his Yuanshen Kaixing's cultivation is just like a small boat.

He felt as if he was being led by Buddhism and had a urge to become a monk.

Then, he felt the mood of all things withering and the sky filled with murderous intent, and murderous intent surged in his heart.

The tug of war between the two different states of mind made him extremely miserable. He felt as if his head was about to explode, and the star pattern on his forehead flickered unsteadily.

at this time!

The old monk's eyes slowly closed again, and the originally tit-for-tat aura disappeared.

The atmosphere around them suddenly became relaxed, and everyone was able to free themselves from the depression and restraint.

"Congratulations to the donor. You can't build up your cultivation without breaking it. You died first and then were reborn. You have achieved great enlightenment and have advanced your cultivation to a realm that the Demon Sect has never reached in the past thousand years."

Xu Yuexi was the one who understood the old monk's words the most. She was also from the Changshengtian Golden Family and knew the family's rules and heritage like the back of her hand.

The Golden Family is a family of the jungle, with blood devouring blood to increase their own strength.

A family that was born with filth, with intermarriage within the family for generations, and even the father marrying his own daughter to keep the bloodline of the Golden Family pure.

In order to awaken his bloodline, he killed his relatives and friends.

Because people with golden blood are naturally suitable for cultivation, and those with strong blood can even have magical powers such as "golden eyes" and "golden hands". Fathers regard their children as fish on the chopping board, eating them to improve their blood.

This Xu Jiangxian is her cousin who has the same father as her. He is a man of extraordinary talent. There are seventy or eighty people in their generation, but he is the only one who managed to kill his father and cultivate his golden bloodline to the extreme, becoming the head of the family and the master of the Demon Sect.

It was for this reason that she escaped from the grassland.

however!
However, the magician Xu Jiangxian did not choose to become the lord of the grassland and enjoy the supreme glory and power.

Instead, he chose to pursue a higher realm.

In order to break free from the constraints of the Golden Family's bloodline, he eliminated his own golden bloodline, abolished his cultivation, and began to practice again.

Xu Jiangxian smiled and said, "Master Lianchi, thank you for your praise."

He sighed with a look of admiration, "I thought that after leaving the Icefield, there would be no rivals in the world except for those few people."

"I didn't expect that this is the first old friend I met since leaving the country."

"I didn't expect that you, Master, would also go a step further."

Master Lianchi recited a Buddhist verse softly: "There is no Bodhi tree, nor is there a mirror stand. There is nothing at all, so where can dust gather?"

"It's just that at my age, I finally understand the Master's principle of 'don't seek outside'."

When the Master was mentioned, there was a hint of fear in their eyes.

There was no physical fight between the two.

Xu Jiangxian had his hands behind his back, looking relaxed and contented, like an elegant scholar touring a garden.

The old monk put his hands together, wearing a thin gray robe, the sleeves of which fluttered gently in the wind.

Xu Yuexi held Sima Muching tightly, and they both knelt on the ground.

Xu Yuexi pleaded with Master Lianchi: "Master Lianchi, please save the lives of us mother and daughter."

The three guards also hurried to pay their respects to the respected old monk. Facing a master at the grandmaster level, they did not dare to be negligent in the slightest.

Xu Jiangxian smiled slightly, turned his gaze to Master Lianchi, and said, "I am just here to take care of some household chores today. Master, are you going to stop me?"

Master Lianchi shook his head gently and said, "I came to Bianjing on someone's behalf. This person did me a favor back then, and I should come here to repay this favor."

An invisible force gently lifted Xu Yuexi and others up.

The old monk's voice sounded again: "No need to be so polite, get up."

When Xu Yuexi heard this, tears welled up in her eyes. She had already fallen into despair, but at this moment she seemed to see hope of life.

Xu Jiangxian looked up at the sky and changed the subject:

"Now that the Beauty Banquet has begun, don't you want to go and take a look? It is a rare grand event in the world."

"This girl has golden blood. It is difficult for me to leave easily."

"If we do something here, I'm afraid that others will reap the benefits in the end."

Although the conversation between the two was brief, it revealed a subtle balance and tacit understanding.

Xu Yuexi and others looked nervous.

The old monk just shook his head.

Seeing this, Xu Yuexi breathed a sigh of relief.

Xu Jiangxian smiled and said, "Master, you came to Bian Jing and don't want to know what that teacher wants to do? He has been planning for seven hundred years in the human world, and then hiding behind the scenes, what is the purpose?"

He looked up at the bright moon hanging high in the sky, speaking in a leisurely tone:
"What we are all seeking is the word 'ascension', right? After years of hard training, we can reach the other side of the mortal world."

The middle-aged man looked at the lotus pond intently and said:
"This world is full of disputes and suffering. There is no real pure land, nor the legendary Buddha country."

"Master, don't you want to go to the legendary paradise and take a look at what it is like?"

The old monk was startled for a rare moment, and murmured:
“Ascend to paradise!”

Xu Jiangxian said in a deep voice: "In my Saint Sect, there is a Huang Dao Patriarch who has ascended to this world."

"I, Xu Jiangxian, also yearn to carry on the legacy of my predecessors."

The old monk was silent for a moment after hearing this, and then slowly said: "Master, you are the person who wants to ascend to heaven the most in this world."

Xu Jiangxian nodded slightly.

This time!

The lame old man suddenly interrupted and said respectfully, "Master Magician and Master Lianchi, I have no intention of offending you two, but can you please allow me to leave? I really don't want to get involved in such a dispute."

Shen Qian also quickly agreed, "So do I. I'll take my leave now."

Xu Jiangxian looked at the two of them, with a smile on his face: "Didn't you two come here just to kill people? Now that the real culprit has arrived, you actually want to leave?"

His eyes turned towards the carriage and horse pavilion next door with a hint of meaning.

His voice was not loud, but it echoed in the empty pavilion like an echo:

"How long do you want to watch the show? Why don't you show up and see it?"

The old monk had already noticed that there were other people hiding here, so he said something.

"Namo Amitabha!"

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A middle-aged man's voice echoed around the carriage.

"My dear friend, how long do you want to watch the show? Why don't you show up and see it?"

The voice was gentle yet powerful, revealing an unquestionable majesty.

The young man hiding in the darkness of the carriage finally slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes revealed a calmness and composure that was totally inconsistent with his age.

At the same time, the coachman in the carriage was already frightened out of his wits by this conversation. He curled up in the corner of the carriage, covering his ears tightly with his hands.

"I can't hear anything..."

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[You hear the noise outside while in the carriage.]

[The sound seemed to come from the horizon, echoing around the carriage.]

【Thousands of miles of sound transmission! 】

【You face this matter... and decide.】

(End of this chapter)