Xuanxia

Chapter 210 Siege and Killing
The place where the three monks Yuanwu actually went into seclusion was in an underground secret room deep in the Fanyin Temple.

The secret room was not big, and it was filled with a strong smell of blood, but there was nothing in the room. Three monks were sitting cross-legged in it, without any clothes on their bodies, but each of them had a human skin draped over their shoulders.

The edge of the human skin had merged with their skin, and blood continued to seep out from the fusion point, dripping down.

The three monks all had their eyes tightly closed, their brows slightly furrowed, their bodies trembling a little bit, and their skin and flesh shaking at an imperceptible frequency. If you extend the time, you can see that their skin and flesh are bit by bit "devouring" the human skin covered on their bodies.

During this process, their own facial features are also slowly changing, and their skin is becoming younger and smoother.

They didn't say a word, as if they were in a deep sleep, like cicadas lying dormant in the ground, waiting for the day to shed their shells.

But in this silence, a "click" sound suddenly came from the top of the secret room.

The three monks opened their eyes at the same time and raised their heads following the sound.

I saw that a crack had appeared on the top of the secret room at some point, and some mud and sand fell down.

Yuan Xi's pupils shrank: "This is..."

"The only one who knows where the three of us are in seclusion is Fa Ming." Yuan Jing said in a deep voice: "Could it be..."

Yuan Wu said nothing, but quickly put his hands together, and an invisible force vibrated out.

At the same time, the crack expanded rapidly, and in the blink of an eye it covered the entire top of the secret room like a spider web. Then, accompanied by a loud bang, the entire ceiling collapsed completely, and large pieces of mud and rocks crashed down!

On the ground, Fa Ming slowly raised his Zen staff and looked at the huge deep pit in front of him, breathing slightly.

The monks around him looked at him with awe in their eyes.

Just now, everyone saw with their own eyes that he hit the ground twice with a Zen stick, causing the entire ground to cave in!

Although that was because there was a secret room underground, there was also mud and rocks about ten feet thick in the middle. How could it be done without the power to open mountains and block rivers?

Like Fa Ming and Fanu, both have been in the temple for about ten years. In recent years, few people have seen them take action. Now, when they see them, they realize how terrifying their strength is!
"Don't be careless!"

At this time, Fa Nu roared in a low voice: "The three old thieves must not be dead!"

After saying that, he took the lead, picked up the big knife and jumped high, with the tip of the knife pointing downward, and he was going to insert the knife directly into the mud and rocks in the pit.

This move may seem silly, but with the cooperation of Fachan, it takes on a different meaning.

He just threw the Buddhist beads in his hand, and the beads flew out, spinning and arriving at the big pit before Fa Nu. The flying Buddhist beads fell on the mud and rocks, like hot iron cutting into tofu, easily turning all the mud and rocks into powder.

Before the sword of Dharma's wrath fell, all the mud and rocks in the big circle of Buddhist beads had turned into fine sand!
When Fa Nu's knife fell, the fine sand separated to both sides like waves!

Ding--

With a slight sound, a white jade hand suddenly stretched out from the deep pit and fine sand, with two fingers pointing forward, firmly grasping the nine-ring broadsword.

The sword energy was raging, and the sharp aura spread in all directions, making all the monks' clothes rustle and tearing countless small holes.

"kill!"

When Fanu saw that hand, his eyes were suddenly filled with cruelty. He raised one foot and stepped on the back of the knife, pressing down hard.

Fa Ming and Fa Chan also jumped into the deep pit without hesitation.

The other monks had all sworn an oath and there was no turning back. They gritted their teeth, picked up their weapons, and rushed forward as well!

Only Fu Qingzhou stood quietly not far away, observing all this.

Of course he had sworn an oath... in private.

Of course, with the smoker around, this oath had no effect on him at all.

As the lay disciple with the highest level of cultivation and the most sophisticated swordsmanship, he should have joined this battle, but at this time he just smiled and watched this group of monks killing each other.

In a blink of an eye, the deep pit exploded, and many monks flew out, spitting blood.

"Don't be scared!"

A roar of anger came from the pit: "Their meditation was interrupted and their cultivation was damaged!" The monks kept shouting and killing, and those who were blown away struggled to get up and rushed into the deep pit again.

“Fa Ming, you are so bold!” The person who spoke was not Yuan Wu. Fu Qingzhou didn’t know whether it was Yuan Xi or Yuan Jing: “Are you looking for death?”

"You are the ones seeking death!"

Fa Ming roared, "You killed our entire family and tricked us into recognizing the thief as your master!"

"I see, you all know..."

This time Fu Qingzhou recognized it. It was Yuan Wu's voice: "In that case..."

The next second, a voice of chanting Buddha's name that was very familiar to everyone rang out.

"Avalokitesvara, the Buddha of a hundred calamities, has gone through a hundred lifetimes of reincarnation, has seen that the five aggregates are empty, and has transcended all suffering."

With the sound of Sanskrit chanting, all the monks in the pit who were rushing towards Yuanwu and the other two monks paused.

The powerful ones like Fa Ming, Fanu and Fa Chan, and the weak ones like the monks who had just entered the fifth realm, all seemed to be frozen, and their eyes became blurred.

The three monks Yuanwu were covered in a mixture of mud, sand and blood, with human skin still draped over them, looking quite miserable.

But at this moment, their expressions were extremely calm.

"The flesh and blood are the basis of reincarnation. They are replaced by each other for hundreds of lifetimes, and the pain never stops. However, the Buddha has no self and no form. He practices with pain and takes reincarnation as nirvana..."

The Buddhist scriptures played melodiously, and the murderous intent and anger on the monks' faces gradually dissipated.

They subconsciously threw away their weapons, put their hands together, and slowly knelt down towards the three monks.

"not good!"

Although Fu Qingzhou did not see the scene in the pit clearly from a distance, he understood something as soon as he heard the Buddhist chant: "They have all been brainwashed by Buddhist scriptures. Yuanwu can control them!"

"whispering sound."

The smoker said disdainfully, "Little Doyle."

The next second, it emerged from the jade pendant on Fu Qingzhou's waist and transformed into a man in black armor with thick smoke billowing!

“Omniasubu…Tlasanteformicae…Omnibas…Tesupra Omnes!”

It recited a very long spell in one breath, and Fu Qingzhou was stunned.

The next moment, several whirlwinds of black smoke emerged from behind the Smoker's phantom and whistled towards the deep pit.

Wherever the black wind went, all the Buddhist chants turned into chaotic and hoarse noises.

When the wind reached the deep pit, it blew all the monks down without mercy, but at the same time, these monks who were blown down by the strong wind quickly regained their sight.

Fanu was also thrown to the ground. He suddenly woke up and was shocked and angry: "What did you do to us?!"

"The Buddhist scriptures we listen to every day... have problems..." Fachan was also a magician, so he quickly understood. He slowly got up, with more murderous intent in his eyes: "If we don't kill them, we will always be controlled by others!"

But at this moment, Yuanwu and the others' attention was not here.

They looked at the gradually fading black wind, their expressions quite shocked: "Who is it!"

The only answer they got was the faint sound of laughter in the distance that faded away with the wind.

The next second, the ruthless and taciturn Fa Nu rolled to his feet, raised his sword and chopped again. Fa Ming, Fa Chan, and other monks who had regained their senses also rushed over to kill him.

Without the powerful weapon of brainwashing with Sanskrit sounds, the three monks Yuanwu no longer looked relaxed, but became extremely solemn.

Countless murderous intentions and anger were vented towards them, and the three monks also gathered their energy and slowly raised their hands.

The real battle begins now.

(End of this chapter)