From a refugee to a martial artist

Chapter 155 Dry glory
The wind and rain have not stopped on the top of Hulu Mountain.

Under the ever-burning lamp, all living beings are immersed in the seven sufferings of the past and future.

But there are only three people who can get rid of all kinds of suffering and cut off all distractions.

Master Kuruo knew the origin of the Ever-Bright Lamp and had a backup plan; Meng Yuan relied on four temperings of his body and mind, and he was an optimistic person.

It is not surprising that He Jiangzhi was able to get out of the predicament. After all, he was a sixth-rank Confucian scholar who cultivated his body and mind, and was naturally able to control the seven sufferings of Buddhism.

Although many people who were too stupid to wake up were killed, there were also kind people who burned them to ashes. After four or five days of wind and rain, it really seemed as if they had never been there.

It is also because of this that He Jiangzhi was very confident. After waking up and looking around, he thought he was a wise man.

At this moment, He Jiangzhi was sitting cross-legged on the ground, holding a perpetual lamp in his hand, suffering the pain of being burned by the karmic fire, but he did not show any pain or sorrow. Instead, his face was calm and peaceful, as if he had realized the true meaning of emptiness.

Then, even if his body is burned by the fire of karma, the eternal lamp will shine brighter and brighter, and will not be disturbed by wind and rain.

The people on the mountain had expressions of increasing pain on their faces, as if the seven sufferings had become even more severe.

Meng Yuan didn't want to stop Master Ku Rong from taking the treasure, but Master Ku Rong looked ecstatic, almost crazy.

Thinking about the evil deeds of this person, Meng Yuan was deeply afraid that after obtaining the Ever-Bright Lamp, he would become even more powerful and difficult to deal with.

Meng Yuan has not taken any action these past few days. In fact, he is not waiting for someone to wake up, but waiting for the masters from the Demon Suppression Bureau to appear.

But now there is still no one from the Demon Suppression Bureau coming out. In this turbulent time, it is up to Meng Yuan to step forward.

I don't ask for victory, but to delay the battle. Besides, I have a hidden trick, so I can just fight to the death.

“If good is not lost, evil will not grow!” When Master Kurong saw the rainbow approaching him, he did not panic at all. He just shook off his robes and muttered to himself.

I saw that Master Ku Rong was getting older and older, with his snow-white eyebrows drooping and his hands were so dry that they seemed to be just skin and bones, like chicken claws.

Although he looked like he was about to die, his face showed mercy and suffering for the world.

The Buddha's light all over his body became stronger and stronger, and there seemed to be a wheel of merit appearing behind him, it was really like the Buddha coming to the world.

All of a sudden, Meng Yuan found that it was no longer possible to lock onto Master Ku Rong with his Qi.

But Feihong had already arrived, and there was a blazing blade energy on Meng Yuan's sword, chopping down head-on.

The Great Master Ku Rong didn't have any magical powers. He just used his chicken claw-like hands to block and actually pushed the sword away.

Meng Yuan continued to attack fiercely, and thunders sounded all around him.

Master Kuruo remained calm and let Meng Yuan attack with his physical body.

The Buddha's light on his body became more and more magnificent. Every time he withstood the sword's force, the Buddha's light at the place where he was hit by the sword would dim a little, golden blood would flow out, and even the golden Buddha's bones would be revealed.

But after a short breath, his injuries healed. However, he became more and more haggard, with less mercy on his face and more violent.

For a moment, a sixth-rank monk and a seventh-rank warrior engaged in hand-to-hand combat.

Meng Yuan did not hold back and continued to attack with the Spring Thunder, occasionally stabbing with the Misty Rainbow, but he had always held on to the Floating Light Cave Heaven without using it.

After facing each other for a few breaths, both of them retreated ten steps tacitly.

"Oh my! The jade liquid is like jade, the young donor is really gifted! If I hadn't practiced the withering and flourishing magic for decades and achieved the withering and flourishing appearance, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to take on the young donor's sword energy!" The withering and flourishing master panted non-stop. "The old Zen master's withering and flourishing appearance is really amazing!" Meng Yuan found it difficult to stabilize this person's energy, and the method of attacking the heart by the spring thunder seemed to have no effect, so he immediately activated the burning heart magic.

"Young donor, you are not from Qingyang Palace!" Master Kurong actually made a judgment, "You can make mist and rain fly and rainbows, and you can make spring thunder, but you don't have the Qingyang Palace's entry-level supernatural power of heavenly secrets to collapse the earth and mountains. It is obvious that you are not a member of Qingyang Palace!"

The old man Ku Rong stared at Meng Yuan and asked, "Who are you? You are using your divine power, but you are not moved by my method of planting thoughts!"

Meng Yuan chuckled but didn't answer. In fact, he knew his own suffering. After the fourth round of body tempering, his body and mind were stronger. When fighting with Master Ku Rong, he couldn't think for a while, but if it dragged on, he was afraid it would not last long.

Moreover, Meng Yuan found that the circulation of the Jade Liquid was becoming increasingly difficult, and his whole body seemed to be withered and decayed. His once indestructible body seemed to have aged as if it had been blown by the autumn wind.

"Master, didn't you ask Li Zhenshan?" Meng Yuan smiled, looking unconcerned.

"You are just a mere seventh-rank warrior, it is not worth my asking!" Master Kuruo became older and older, but there was a look of compassion on his left face and a look of fierceness on his right face, and both appeared on the same face.

A smile appeared on Ku Rong's half face, "But the young donor is indeed a natural talent."

He actually stopped, saluted eleven times, and said, "I have deceived you before, but now I am sincere. I only hope that you will come back to the right path and practice Buddhism with me."

"Half flourishing, half withered, neither flourishing nor withered." Seeing that the old monk was still persuading him to shave his head, Meng Yuan became angry and said, "Old Zen Master, you already know that there is a demon-suppressing department outside, have you prepared a way to escape?"

Meng Yuan understood that the madness on Monk Ku Rong's face was all pretended. This person was completely different from Venerable Dawei and others. He was a real monk.

Of course, there was something not quite right about this real monk.

"Since I dare to come here, I must be fully prepared!" Just as Master Ku Rong finished speaking confidently, he saw the other party surrounded by mist and rain, and then came on a flying rainbow.

"Useless!" The body of Master Kuruo became old and even hunchbacked, but the Buddha's light on his body became stronger and stronger. Although he was repeatedly injured by Meng Yuan's sword, he was healed in a moment.

The two men immediately engaged in a fight. Meng Yuan held on to the Floating Light Cave Heaven without making any move, and Master Kurong did not use any more magical powers.

The monk and the warrior saw through each other. Meng Yuan knew that the other's withering and flourishing appearance was strange, but the more he used it, the older he would become, and it would be difficult to last. The Master of Withering and Flourishing knew that Meng Yuan seemed to be strong, but in fact his movements were getting slower and slower, and he was clearly showing signs of withering and decaying.

After a quarter of an hour, Meng Yuan felt like a rotten wood eaten by insects, and the circulation of the jade liquid became increasingly difficult. If it weren't for the four times of body tempering, he would have been taken down by the opponent long ago.

Master Kuruo was not feeling well either. He was hunched over and gasping for breath. The Buddha light on his body was dim, and his recovery from the injury was getting slower and slower. His chicken-claw-like arms were covered with knife wounds, and the bones were exposed.

"Young donor, your jade liquid is strong and powerful, your dantian is vast and full, your body and mind have been destroyed by my withering method, but you can still hold on until now!" Master Ku Rong's steps were a little unsteady, "Who are you?"

"A small flag officer from the Demon Suppression Bureau." Meng Yuan said.

"Haha!" Master Kurong sneered, "Do you really want to stop me from taking the Ever-Bright Lamp today?"

"Why should we blame God for our prosperity and decline? Gains and losses can all be dealt with with a smile. Master, you are obsessed with appearances." Meng Yuan said with a smile.

"Hahaha!"

The Bodhisattva Kuruo smiled disdainfully. The kindness and fierceness on both sides of his face disappeared. Instead, they laughed together, "There is no need to blame God for the withering and flourishing. Plants wither and flourish, and people - also wither and flourish!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his originally old face stopped aging. Instead, his white eyebrows turned black and the wrinkles on his face slowly faded away, as if they had been ironed out.

However, within a few breaths, Master Kurong transformed from an old man into a tall and strong young monk.

(End of this chapter)