The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 669: Moonlight Bodhisattva's Glazed Golden Body
boom!
The boiling magic power was like raging waves, forming a huge invisible whirlpool. If it was not a real person who had cultivated to the sixth realm, it would be almost impossible to stand under such terrifying aftermath.

Everyone was paying attention to the two figures fighting in the vortex of magic power.

One is Zhang Jiuyang, the Dragon and Tiger Heavenly Master who had just defeated several immortals and was unstoppable; the other is the abbot of Qingliang Temple, the monk Kongwen, a master of Buddhism.

Although Kongwen is old, he has mastered the secret method of the golden body. Although it is not as powerful as the indestructible golden body, it is also a rare physical supernatural power in Buddhism, and his skills are profound, like a deep ocean.

When the two fought, it was like thunder and fire in the sky, with the rhythm of Tao and the sound of Sanskrit overflowing. The waves of mana alone were enough to destroy mountains and break peaks.

The expressions of the immortals changed. It was obvious that the level of Taoism of the monk Kongwen was beyond their expectations. He had already reached the peak of the sixth realm.

There was a strange glint in their eyes.

If Kongwen had such strength, how could Yongzhou Qingliang Temple be inferior to Baiyun Temple?

And didn't Kong Wen break through the realm in the past few months? Logically speaking, he should have just entered the sixth realm, so how could he be so powerful?
Thinking of Zhang Jiuyang's "Venerable Gesang", their hearts moved and they stared at Kong Wen, not missing any details.

"Tongji Divine Monk, you are a Buddhist monk, and you are an old acquaintance of Kongwen Divine Monk. Do you think it is possible that Zhang Zhenren called him Venerable Gesang?"

Yue Ling and Tong Ji rushed back after the victory was decided, and immediately a real person asked them questions.

"This……"

Tongji stared at the monk Kongwen carefully. After a while, a strange look appeared in his eyes. He said, "Master Kongwen's magical powers and powers are indeed authentic Buddhist. They are so pure and powerful that I am ashamed of myself. It's just that..."

He was somewhat surprised and said, "Master Kongwen seems to be using the many unique skills of Qingliang Temple... not quite right."

Although Qingliang Temple does not have the profound heritage of Baiyun Temple and does not have seventy-two unique skills, it has accumulated hundreds of years of experience and has thirteen magical powers passed down from generation to generation, making it very famous.

Although the monk Kongwen also used those supernatural powers, such as the golden body of the relic, the Prajna Zen sound, the magic power of the 108 Arhats to suppress demons, etc., he felt a little awkward.

Although the power was quite strong, even not inferior to the 72 unique skills of Baiyun Temple, he just felt that something was not right.

It's unclear, the way is unclear.

But he trusted his instincts.

"Master Kongwen is really hiding his abilities. When he attacked us before, he wasn't this powerful..."

Fang Yuan looked at Kong Wen deeply, then slowly picked up a purple chess piece from his wide sleeves.

His eyes glanced vaguely at the emperor in the distance, and their eyes met and separated immediately.

The emperor nodded imperceptibly.

Plans had changed, but for the emperor, no matter who Kong Wen was, he had no choice.

Countless years of hard work and effort are all in this day. If we fail, we will die.

The plan continues.

……

Click!

After fifty moves, the golden body of the monk Kongwen was finally shattered, and the gold foil fell like confetti and turned into nothingness.

Kong Wen was coughing up blood and looked miserable.

"Amitabha, I have already admitted defeat, why did Master Zhang insist on killing me?"

He raised his hand again and took the attack of Three Flowers Gathering on the Top of the Head. He fell from the air, and his seven-treasure cassock was covered with cracks. The great monk looked extremely embarrassed at this moment.

Zhang Jiuyang did not answer at all. He held a palm thunder in one hand, which was wrapped in thunder all over the sky, and formed the Three Flowers Seal with the other hand, which was ethereal, pure and soft.

Every move is full of murderous intent, aiming to destroy the person's soul and body.

"Amitabha, Master Zhang may have been corrupted by murderous thoughts and has gone astray. Well, if I can save Master Zhang with my life, wouldn't it be a blessing for all people?"

At the critical moment of life and death, Kongwen displayed the demeanor of a Buddhist monk. He no longer resisted, but sat cross-legged with his hands clasped together, welcoming death with compassion and calm eyes.

At this moment, Tongji, who was also a Buddhist monk, couldn't help but show a trace of pity. At this moment, even he was doubting his previous judgment. "Wait--"

He tried to stop him, but Zhang Jiuyang's palm thunder and three flowers gathering seal had already landed on Kong Wen.

The seven-treasure cassock on Kongwen's body was completely torn into pieces, and he was spitting out blood, which dyed his originally snow-white beard red.

His breath quickly weakened, becoming like a thread, and gradually dissipated.

But he still looked at Zhang Jiuyang with a compassionate and calm look, and even showed a hint of a smile.

"What joy is there in life, and what pain is there in death. Joy, happiness, sorrow, and sadness all return to dust."

"Master Zhang, wake up quickly!"

He did not use the last of his magic power to resist or heal his wounds, but instead tried to use the Prajna Zen sound to wake Zhang Jiuyang up so that he would not be tempted by the murderous thoughts.

Such behavior fully demonstrates the style of a great monk.

All the real people couldn't help but admire him, and some even began to think that Zhang Jiuyang had made a mistake and killed the wrong person.

"Amitabha!"

Tongji's eyes showed sadness and shock. As a fellow Buddhist, he would naturally be moved by this act of sacrificing one's life to save the devil.

He walked towards Kongwen's body and sighed, "Master Zhang, it seems that you have made a mistake, but you must not make the same mistake again. Please leave Master Kongwen's body behind and let me take it back to Qingliang Temple."

"Feel sorry."

Zhang Jiuyang looked back at him with a sneer on his face.

Tongji suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

The next moment, the Samadhi True Fire gushed out, burning towards Kongwen's body like the breath of a fire dragon.

"you--"

There was a flash of anger in Tongji's eyes, and he couldn't help but want to attack, but immediately his pupils dilated and he showed an incredible look.

The originally dead Kongwen suddenly opened his eyes again. The dissipated energy condensed again, and his figure turned into bright moonlight, trying to escape into the distance.

The secret skill of Tantric Buddhism, Moonlight Escape Technique!
This scene not only shocked Tongji, but also surprised other real people, because just now even they thought Kongwen had passed away and did not see any flaws.

"Haha, good acting, but it's a pity that it was exposed in the end!"

Zhang Jiuyang was well prepared, so how could he let him escape? He flicked his finger and the Pure Yang Sword flew out, cutting off the moonlight in an instant.

A figure fell from the moonlight.

Roar!
The Dragon Binding Rope flew out and turned into a golden dragon that wrapped around and bound the figure. Then the dragon head rose up, and the huge blade slashed towards the figure tied up by the Dragon Binding Rope, trying to behead it.

clang! ! !
At the critical moment, a crystal clear Buddha's hand like glass broke free from the dragon-binding rope and held up the dragon-headed guillotine with one hand.

The guillotine that can cut off rivers can only produce sparks when it meets the Buddha's hand, and can hardly make any progress.

"Amitabha."

The Buddhist chanting sounded again, but the sound was completely different from before.

Compassion disappears, replaced by vicissitudes and heaviness, as if one has traveled through the long river of time, seeing all kinds of life and the warmth and coldness of the world.

Venerable Gesang subdues the dragon with one hand and holds a sword with the other. His golden body in the moonlight is shining with thousands of Buddha lights, just like a Bodhisattva descending to the world and walking on the earth.

His Qi is so strong and his Taoism is so profound that he has already reached the seventh level!

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(End of this chapter)