People in Jiejiao, Plague God Lu Yue

Chapter 203: Maha Wuliang, Soul Lost on Erhu

Haotian hid his figure and did not want to get involved. On the one hand, Lingji and his companions were no match for Lu Yue and were not enough to give him more food. On the other hand, he was afraid of the two saints from Lingshan in the West.

I really look down on it.

He got something for nothing, but when it came to him, people really treated him as a Wu Xia A Meng and didn't give him any sweet treats. To this day, he is still the nominal master of the West.

Send the next land god.

He came into contact with Lingshan in private and became a devout believer of Lingshan. He did not believe in the land god of Lingshan and was directly swallowed by the monsters of the 800-mile Lion Camel Ridge, faking various accidents.

You really think he is a soft persimmon.

Now Lingji is leading the three thousand Arhats. If he can be defeated by Lu Yue and be included in the List of Gods, it can indirectly make up for some of his losses.

Lingji held the demon-subduing stick, set up a dragnet, and stood at the door of the Plague Temple.

He called the mountain gate and said, "Lü Yue, I have been ordered by the Saint Zhunti to disobey the Way of Heaven and commit murders, causing the Taoist Manjusri to be included in the list of gods. Why don't you surrender now? When will you?"

Lu Yue sat upright on the cloud bed.

The Western religion is meddling in other people's business while watching a dog catch a mouse.

Manjushri has not yet been taken to the West by the Taoist Master Ran Deng to achieve the status of Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva. Now he is so impatient to stand up for Manjushri. Where does he put Yuanshi Tianzun?
Is there no one who can bully him in the Chan sect?

uh~
It's not certain how many people would dare to attack Lu Yue.

Lingji Bodhisattva threw the demon-subduing stick into the void, and it turned into a stone mountain. He plucked the strings of a zither in his hand, and the broken strings were fixed by him again.

The song goes: "The sun is blazing above your head but your tail is cold, your proper clothes are rotten in your belly. You are full of benevolence and righteousness but it is ridiculous, you are a wolf and a dog, but you still have a long life. Don't panic, don't panic, you can't kill all the rats in this mountain. Walk slowly, walk slowly, if you walk any further you will be headless..."

The sound is desolate.

Arrays of magic sounds.

Under the demon-subduing stick, countless demons and monsters appeared, just like the 800-li Lion Camel Ridge. Rats walked out from under the demon-subduing stick. Yellow sand covered the ground, directly burying the Plague God Temple.

The sharp gold force cut the bronze door of the Plague God Temple.

The gray rat spirits grew sharp claws and dug rat holes one after another. The Tai Sui guarding the mountain gate was eaten up by the rat spirits.
bang~
The mountain gate was broken.

Lu Yue drank a cup of immortal wine alone and waited for a long time.

Looking at the yellow sand all over the world, Lingji Bodhisattva's eyes were as sharp as torches, the Buddha's light reached the sky, and the Buddha's sound followed him like a shadow.

The Buddha looked angry, with his eyes wide open. The strings of his zither were like mountains and seas, and he was waving yellow sand that blew past the mountain gate. The sand was poisonous and would blind anyone who touched it. Lu Yue held a wind-fixing bead in his hand.

The three feet of land around the body is not soaked by yellow sand.

"Lingji, this is not the first time we have met. When I first met you, I vaguely remember that you were still a babbling little Taoist priest. After not seeing you for so many days, you have become a disciple of a Western saint. This is cause for celebration."

Lu Yue's voice was hoarse, like the sound of stone grinding, and his smile remained, but in Lingji's eyes, it was more like the whisper of a devil. He was stunned.

"Master Manjusri, as I remember, he was one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect. What does he have to do with your Western Sect? Don't you think he is meddling in other people's business?" Lu Yue stood up from the cloud bed.

Take a step forward.

The feeling of oppression was overwhelming, but with just a casual movement, his whole body changed dramatically. A green mist emerged from behind him, and there was a faint sound of a poisonous insect hissing, swallowing the yellow sand that was poured into its stomach.

Lingji's breath paused, and the blessed divine pestle emitted infinite light.

The terrifying aura spread in all directions.

"Lü Yue, things are different now."

"I am Lingji Bodhisattva of Lingshan, holding a sacred pestle, and you are just an insignificant outer disciple among the second generation of Jiejiao disciples. You cannot escape from the net I have laid."

"It's time to update the intelligence."

Lu Yue felt that it was not a good thing. Even if he was not promoted to be Tongtian's personal disciple, with his strength and cultivation, couldn't he make a name for himself in Jiejiao?

"Watch this?"

The erhu in Lingji's hand sounded, yellow sand billowed, and the demon-subduing stick in his hand smashed towards Lu Yue.

Lu Yue sneered: "You don't know how high the sky is or how deep the earth is."

The magic power in his hand rolled, and the Three True Fires were spit out. Before the Demon-Subduing Rod came close, it turned into a ball of molten iron and fell directly from the sky. Lu Yue flicked his sleeves.

The molten iron is bubbling.

Shoot towards the net set up by the Three Thousand Arhats.

The molten iron is hot.

There was no place to hide. The three thousand Arhats hiding in the dark instantly retracted their demon-subduing iron rods and sent the molten iron flying, but there were always a few unlucky ones who were a beat slower and were hit by Lu Yue's counterattack.

Directly penetrate the Niwan.

The relic floated out and fled towards the sacred mountain in the west.

Lingji watched as the Demon Subduing Rod that he had worked so hard to refine with black iron was turned into a pile of waste beads by Lu Yue. His eyes narrowed and he let out a roar.

"Look at me blessing the sacred pestle!"

Lingji Bodhisattva came towards Lu Yue holding the blessed sacred pestle.

The three thousand Arhats behind him, some had the angry eyes of a Vajra, some subdued dragons and tigers, and some were giant elephants and green lions. None of them looked the same. The three thousand Arhats, three thousand appearances, formed a net of heaven and earth, and came towards to suppress Lu Yue.

pity?

They lost the initiative.

Without a few unlucky guys, the net set up by the Three Thousand Arhats would be flawed.

Lu Yue put away the Wind-Fixing Bead, and instantly yellow sand flew around, blocking Lu Yue's vision while also blocking their vision. By the way, Lu Yue also gave them some extra tips.

Some poisonous insects were living in the yellow sand and in the gray-white flesh of mice, staggering towards Lingji Bodhisattva.

"Little tricks!"

Lingji Bodhisattva played the erhu and sanxian, and the sound changed, and a sense of coldness and murderousness turned into a world of ice and snow.

Like a flaw and like being drunk!

Lu Yue's eyes focused, and the twenty-four Dinghai Pearls turned into a deep sea. The waves were like flying mountains, one wave higher than the other. Even though Lingji Bodhisattva had the blessed magic pestle, it was still blown away by the waves.

Blood oozes from Lingji's mouth.

One of the erhu or sanxian strings broke again. Even if he wanted to repair it, he still had to go to the North Sea to find the dragon tendon of the golden fairy dragon and refine it again using secret methods.

"Lingji still underestimated you."

"No wonder everyone wants to join the Heavenly Court and seize its luck. I, Lingji, looked down on them before, but now you have dealt me ​​a heavy blow."

While Lingji was chattering.

The net of heaven and earth was hit by the waves, revealing a gap. The giant elephant and blue lion arhat said, "Lingji Bodhisattva, we can't hold on for a few more minutes. Please make a quick decision."

"Lick the fuck up!"

Lingji glanced at the talkative giant elephant lion arhat, snorted coldly, and readjusted the rhythm of the erhu.
He said, "A solo performance of one string. Please enjoy it, Taoist Lv Yue."

People turn into wind, sand turns into rain, and the country bumpkins call themselves gods.

Don't be sad about life and death, only by walking on the right path can there be hope.

The shocking momentum seems invincible, and he displays his supernatural powers by traveling to Hexi. The invincible hero has nothing to fear.

Wind.

It’s raining.

Sand.

Lü Yue sneered, "You took the initiative to enter the calamity, how can I refuse? Lingji, the three thousand Arhats you brought are just enough to fill the number of the Grass Head God. The evil stars are countless, and I promise you eternal life."

"kill!"

Lü Yue was worried about the small number of Jiejiao disciples. When some grass-headed gods were distributing merits, they would rather give the merits of a casual rain to Jiejiao disciples.

That's not harming them.

Since the Western Religion disciples wanted it, Lu Yue would just give them an opportunity without asking for their thanks.

Indeed: "The merits are immeasurable."

Twenty-four Dinghai Pearls appeared behind him, and the waves turned into a river in the sky.

Maha Amitabha!

Lu Yue's mind moved, the waves remained the same, and he slapped out with his palm, like a river in the sky.

With a series of noises, the net set up by a few of the Three Thousand Arhats was directly shattered by the impact of the sea water. The Three Thousand Arhats' golden bodies were shattered by Lu Yue's palm, and their relics left their physical bodies and flew towards the west.

How could Lu Yue possibly do as they wished?

(End of this chapter)